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“Ah how shameless – the way these mortals blame the gods. From us alone they say come all their miseries yes but they themselves with their own reckless ways compound their pains beyond their proper share.” ― Homer, The Odyssey

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These Gods are Naught but Actors that Strut Upon the Stage

└ Gugu Mbatha-Raw as Hera - Queen of the Gods, Sovereign of the Stars and the Heavens (redo)

There’s anger at first, and then quiet. Not quiet acceptance, but the quiet that comes before a storm. That mild breeze that brushes the grass and unsettles the birds. She waits. 

 She refocuses her attention; time to blame the right people, the right men. But not just yet. 

She travels, finally sees the planet she used to rule. 

 She collects statues—destroyed, abandoned, forgotten. 

 She invests—slowly, subtly—in corporations, in governments, in people. 

 She waits, but not passively. One day, the time will be right. One day, she will take what should have been hers. What will be hers. 

 There was anger, at first. 

 And then.

Quiet.

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These Gods are Naught but Actors that Strut Upon the Stage

└ Gugu Mbatha-Raw as Hera - Queen of the Gods, Sovereign of the Stars and the Heavens (redo)

There’s anger at first, and then quiet. Not quiet acceptance, but the quiet that comes before a storm. That mild breeze that brushes the grass and unsettles the birds. She waits. 

 She refocuses her attention; time to blame the right people, the right men. But not just yet. 

She travels, finally sees the planet she used to rule. 

 She collects statues—destroyed, abandoned, forgotten. 

 She invests—slowly, subtly—in corporations, in governments, in people. 

 She waits, but not passively. One day, the time will be right. One day, she will take what should have been hers. What will be hers. 

 There was anger, at first. 

 And then.

Quiet.

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These Gods Are Naught But Actors That Strut Upon The Stage

└ Avan Jogia as Dionysus - God of Wine, Vegetation, and Pleasure

You fall into him in the club, your drink sloshing over the edges of your glass, and slur out an apology. His kohl-rimmed eyes catch yours, intense; you see them shining with a dangerous kind of mischief and it makes you shiver. Still, he picks you up and waves off your sorries and offers to buy you another drink. Then he disappears into the crowd, and everyone he brushes by seems to dance a little more freely, press against each other a little closer. The next time you see him, he is standing on a train platform, watching two enterprising youths paint art on the tunnel wall. He smiles slightly and the paint seems to come out more evenly, the artists bolder and more sure of themselves. Next you see him in the florist’s, examining a succulent. As he moves toward the cashier, the plants seem to perk up as he passes, the flowers look brighter, the vines stretch longer. He sees you staring and winks, says that self-restraint has never been one of his strong suits. But he never particularly cared. He is there in the buzz after one-too-many bottles of beer, in the beauty of the sunrise peaking as you stumble home, in the charged burst of pleasure you get when you’re doing something you really love. He is the freedom to be yourself, unconditionally; and, well, if there are consequences afterwards, wasn’t it worth it?

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These Gods Are Naught But Actors That Strut Upon The Stage

└ Avan Jogia as Dionysus - God of Wine, Vegetation, and Pleasure

You fall into him in the club, your drink sloshing over the edges of your glass, and slur out an apology. His kohl-rimmed eyes catch yours, intense; you see them shining with a dangerous kind of mischief and it makes you shiver. Still, he picks you up and waves off your sorries and offers to buy you another drink. Then he disappears into the crowd, and everyone he brushes by seems to dance a little more freely, press against each other a little closer. The next time you see him, he is standing on a train platform, watching two enterprising youths paint art on the tunnel wall. He smiles slightly and the paint seems to come out more evenly, the artists bolder and more sure of themselves. Next you see him in the florist's, examining a succulent. As he moves toward the cashier, the plants seem to perk up as he passes, the flowers look brighter, the vines stretch longer. He sees you staring and winks, says that self-restraint has never been one of his strong suits. But he never particularly cared. He is there in the buzz after one-too-many bottles of beer, in the beauty of the sunrise peaking as you stumble home, in the charged burst of pleasure you get when you’re doing something you really love. He is the freedom to be yourself, unconditionally; and, well, if there are consequences afterwards, wasn't it worth it?

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Gold Teeth and Fangs (Monsters Redux): the Furies

When the subtle tension between the gods and the monsters turn into clashes on the streets, they’re ready for battle. Their job hasn’t changed all that much, after all. They’ve always been dispensers of justice when the more legal channels fail. The news may label them ‘terrorists’, but the news only repeats what the gods tell it to, and they know the truth of it. Terrorists go after anyone and everyone they can; they have very specific targets in mind. A corrupt demigod CEO gets a bullet through the window of their highrise; a gang of satyrs that overstepped their boundaries get baseball bats and brass knuckles in a dark alleyway; a hero who takes it upon himself to rid the streets of ‘filth’ finds that it’s harder to Stand His Ground when his car explodes with him inside it. They despised the gods for forcing them to do their dirty work, and they take a vicious sort of pleasure in this; smiling wicked smiles and doing shots over their newest plans in a booth at the Siren’s Den. They’re finally on the right side, and so what if they go a little overboard sometimes? The fire burns so prettily, and the retribution warms their cheeks.

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Gold Teeth and Fangs (Monsters Redux): the Empousae

They can’t help it. It’s not their fault men are just so delicious. At least, that’s what they coo through rows of fangs when their targets struggle and protest. See, they can tell would-be predators apart in a crowd—the creepiness gives off a distinctive stench. These boys want a hunt, well, they’re more than happy to oblige. (They just aren't exactly the kind of prey the boys are expecting.) Their hobby isn’t just limited to creeps, though. They also clear the streets of assholes who harrass the other monsters—not quite as tasty as the other kind, but good enough. And the cyclopes (who tend to bear the brunt of the insults) offer them free repairs in return. They don’t have specific jobs like the others—they could never focus very long on anything that didn’t have a pulse and an overinflated sense of entitlement—but the others are content to let them lure sleazy men off the street and into their beds. Perhaps they don’t get as much praise as others when they recount the day's tales at the Siren’s Den, but everyone acknowledges their worth. Someone’s gotta pick off the cretins, and at least they get a free meal while they’re at it.

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some things me and Lily talked about (and some other headcanons I made):

Alexio has an instagram account and there are tons of pictures of unsuspecting oneiroi. Phobos (fear) and Deimos (terror) look at this from time to time because they will take any opportunity to laugh at Ikelos and Epiales.

Morpheus has a twitter account but the only thing he post are schedules for his siblings.

Hypnos had a twitter account but it got hacked and now there is a lot of weird spam. Morpheus told him to change the password but Hypnos said that remembering all their names was already a lot and that Mo shouldn’t expect him to remember something like a password. (Thanatos thought this all was very funny.)

Thanatos (death) doesn’t have kids but Hypnos named one of his kids after him. So now Thanatos has a nephew/apprentice called Thanos (immortal).

Thanatos and Hypnos are fraternal twins. They work closely because Thanatos is the daimon of a more peaceful death. They both have a poppy as their symbol. They get a long really well, comes from working together their entire lives and Thanatos is also a parent to the Oneiroi. He isn’t the father, he just helps taking caring of them.

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we could do this all night

Meet Hypnos and his children, the Oneiroi (aka thousand Greek dream daimons).

Alexio (defending men) is the youngest dream daimon, he lives with Ikelos and Epiales but when he gets in fights with them (puberty lasts really long for immortals) Hypnos tells him to stay with Morpheus. Alexio generally goes by the shortened version of his name, Alex. (fc: Eka Darville)

Ikelos (resembling), who is called Phobetor (to be feared) by humans, is the personification of nightmares. Like his sister he shortens his name but don’t dare to say Icky because than Ike will give you some rough nights. (fc: Luis Borges)

Epiales (nightmare) is Ikelos’ twin. Sometimes she’s called melas oneiros (black dream) but she prefers Epi. (fc: Ana Sofia)

Evangelos (good messenger) is one of the older oneiroi. He is Morpheus’s right hand. Don’t let his name fool you, he goes trough both gates. (fc: Ty Ogunkoya)

Morpheus (shaper) is the eldest and the leader of the Oneiroi. He used to take the shape of humans as messenger of the gods. His name now stands for the god of dreams and sleep, much to the annoyance of his siblings and father. (fc: Thiago Santos)

Phantasos (to bring images to mind) is the most playful one. From his name the word fantasy is derived. His dreams are symbolic, meaningful and full of imagery. They are full of hints to the past, future and present but be careful interpreting them. Fantasy, remember? (fc: Rami Malek)

Hypnos (sleep) is still wondering how the hell he got thousand children. They are a handful but he is oh so proud of them. Luckily for him Morpheus and Evangelos are very responsible and parent their younger siblings. Most of his days are filled with working, sleeping and spending time with his kids. He can’t remember how it was before he got them but then again he grew up in a big family so he is used to a busy house cave. (fc: Chiwetel Ejiofor)

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Gold Teeth and Fangs (Monsters Redux): Charybdis and Scylla

They spend most of their days a few miles out of the city, overturning ships that they decide would better serve the world beneath the waves. With every shipwreck, they add to their collection of pretty human skulls. Trust them, men never look so good as when they’re sinking to the bottom of the ocean. Of course, that’s not all they do. They were once the first line of defense against the gods; for decades, they held the gods out of the city until they found a way to get past in those infernal flying machines. Now, they make an especially effective trade embargo, and none of the gods can go anywhere near the harbor without getting drenched to the bone. Their silly little sea god tried to oppose them, oh yes he tried, but they are older and more powerful than any of the gods, especially now, and he didn't stand a chance. (Imagine—some fools call him their father!) The monsters born of the sea never did adapt to human ways as well the others did; oh, they can come onto land when they choose to (and every now and then they'll make an excursion to the Siren’s Den to catch up on gossip and toss back a few salty cocktails) but they're much more at home in the depths, where it is dark, and silent, and they can feel the currents roil.

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too good for your bullshit, Zeus

They always consider him as a common prison guard. Like he cares for the gods’ wishes. He was here before them and he will be there when they are long gone. The firstborn are not obedient. They are no one’s puppets. The ones who refused to work along were pushed away in some corner of history. After all the scribes are on the other side, on the good side, listening to the sky-lord.

This one was nearly forgotten. Nearly because they needed a bad guy. (Ignoring that they had tons on their side.) Everyone is scared of him. Children, both human and immortal, were told about him. “Obey or you’ll have to go to the pit,” they said.

The wrong side said something different. They know, better than anyone else, that he is dangerous. But hey, all monsters stick up for each other. He always helps his kind, even though their lives are shorter than his. He fights and plots against the mountain, even though he knows they will lose without him doing anything. Sitting still and being quiet is not what he does. He is a storm, like his son, and chaos, like his sister.

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interpantheon interaction (or literally best friends forever)

What did you expect from gods with animal heads? Did you expect kindness? Love? No. Blood is what you get. These gods were feared and worshipped even though, or maybe because is the better word, they required blood. The twins’ affairs are always bloody, Phobos after al is called Philaimatos (he who delights in blood). He inherited it from his father, the god of slaughter.

And for Sekhmet, well we all know how much she loves blood. The Mistress of Dread holds a special place in the twins' hearts. They've got each others' backs. Which doesn't mean that they are soulmates. No, they don't do that. Dei and Phi don't care about romantic relationships. Even if they did Sekhmet wouldn't give a shit. "Oh please, lionesses are cuter," she says "and more capable." It's a basic fact that they are better hunters and Sekhmet is the fiercest.

Most of their days-out together end in sparring. Deimos has too much energy anyway and Sekhmet loves a good fight. Not to mention that Deimos is a less sore loser. (And he also boasts less than his brother.) Phobos' skills aren't even impressive, have you seen what Sekhmet can do? Last time she got on a roll they had to get her drunk to make her stop.

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Gold Teeth and Fangs (Monsters Redux): the Harpies

They’re what they like to call security. They’re not bouncers—those are the gorgons. The three sisters are much better suited to that job than the harpies. No, the harpies’ job description is a little more…ambiguous. You see, the monsters, naturally, have a few enemies. The gods didn’t even like them when they were below them, and now that they’re on equal footing, well. The monsters figured out a while ago that they were going to need some protection. The harpies stepped up, because they had a history in this sort of thing, and also because they were more than ready to kick some godly ass. They spend their days mostly in the Siren’s Den, watching and dissecting crime shows, but sometimes they get a text—all their phones buzzing at once—from some monster who’s being harassed by a god, and it’s time for business. In their previous lives, they were more a snatch-and-grab sort of group, but now they like to deal with their problems more directly. Sure, it’s a bit messier, but much more satisfying. Gods don’t bleed gold anymore, and red looks so good with their nails.

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Gold Teeth and Fangs (Monsters Redux): the Gorgons

If there's one thing that's important to the gorgons, it's their sisters. Also, eye makeup (because it's the last thing most people are ever gonna see, so they take special care to make it slammin'). But mostly their sisters. You see, the two more immortal gorgons weren't too pleased with what happened to their sister in the last life, so you can be sure they're going to be rather protective of her this time around. They're just more protective of their kind in general. In fact, they all three of them serve as bouncers at the Siren's Den, making sure only the most trustworthy gain entrance (meaning: no heroes allowed). Sometimes, some foolhardy, cocky demigod will try to trick his way past them, but the gorgons aren't going to be conned that easily, and when they reach up to draw down their hoods and pull off their sunglasses, he knows he's doomed. The patrons of the bar cheer when the three sisters drag in their latest decorative statue, and someone always offers to buy them a round.

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Gold Teeth and Fangs (Monsters Redux): the Sphinx

Nowadays, her golden paws are spiked boots and her wings are usually pressed tight under her leather jacket, but her smile is still enigmatic and dangerous as ever. She stalks up to men leering over girls in the clubs, catcalling them in the streets, or worse. She drags them away and throws them against a wall and growls a riddle at them. On occasion, they get it right, stammering the answer out through trembling lips, but the result is still the same: she tears into them with claws that are still as sharp as the day she was born. She was created to deal punishment, but she doesn’t serve the gods anymore, and now that punishment is on her own terms. When she’s done with the latest lowlife, she heads over to the Siren’s Den, where she downs a pint or two and tells puns that make the entire bar groan. She grins, her canines flashing, and revels in the freedom of her new life.

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Here are some dumb myth headcanons about Typhoeus owing a brown pub.

Typhoeus owns a brown pub in Brussels and it’s a meeting place for what some people, *cough cough* the Olympians and ”heroes”, call the bad guys. Frequent visitors are: Chimaira, Ekhidna, Medusa, centaurs (not Chiron, he is too elitist for brown bars and prefers modern art museums), most monsters, giants and protogenoi.

Kerberos, Typhoeus’ son, takes a smaller form and sleeps a lot before the fireplace. When his sister, the Sphinx, isn’t watching he snatches her food from the table and eats it.

The Sphinx entertains herself by making bad jokes about the Olympians and basically everything. So far no one has been able to shut her up although Kerberos and his twin brother Orthos have made valiant efforts.

Ekhidna constantly judges Typhoeus because he gives their children alcoholic drinks. Typhoeus keeps reminding her that they’re not little monsters anymore and that they can handle themselves. Ekhidna may be a a monstrous she-dragon but she is very protective of her children and Typhoeus knows that and never judges her for that because he is constantly worried about his children too, he just hides it better.

Sometimes, when several protogenoi are in the city, they hold meetings in the pub and even Tartaros shows up. Even the “devil” wants to be under the people from time to time. Plus he wants to check up on his son.

 In the beginning the meetings were “plans” about destroying Olympos but those plans were all jokes because all of them know that Olympus will fall and that the Olympians are very good at destroying their own empire. In the meanwhile they enjoy their time together in the bar hidden near La Gare Centrale.

Typhoeus bought several buildings in that street so that people in need could easily find him there, living near a railway stations has serious advantages and the proud Olympians wouldn’t go looking for him there.

Fun fact: the four Telkines designed some of the rooms in Typhoeus’ buildings and they always show up soaked to the bone (bc they’re sea daimones) and ask Typhoeus for free drinks “because they’ve done him a favour” and he ends up using them as guinea pigs for new recipes. When the Telkhines are drunk he makes them wear marine-striped sweaters and drops them off near le Port de Bruxelles.

Since Kampe was re-born she spent a lot of time with Typhoeus. Some giants jokingly said that they were a very cute couple but they quickly shut up because Kampe can still drag their stupid asses over to Tartaros and chain them up there. Kampe has been trying to get Typhoeus to support her because she wants revenge for Zeus killing her. They could easily manage to sneak into Olympos and get the job done but they prefer to destroy Zeus’ temples and shrines. His frustration and annoyance is so much fun.

This doesn’t mean that the two of them don’t have a plan to get rid of Zeus. They just have to call dibs because everyone hates Zeus.

Nyx actually really likes riding trains and metros and sometimes Erebos comes with her and they travel by night and take long walks in the city. Erebos is so happy that Brussels is dark when it’s night because it’s ridiculous that cities are lit up at night.