I know I read a post you made somewhere that Aphrodite and Hephaestus's marriage didn't work out more due to her nature than not loving him. IIRC you even said she DID like him, but she wasn't meant to be like Hera, tied to one person.
And since Hephaestus married again after Aphrodite, I like to imagine she played wingwoman for him to pursue Aglaea.
I don't know, I like the idea of them being amicable exes/friends, after all the drama.
Yeah, in my version (so we're talking about my interpretations of the gods now, not the actual myths) monogamy is not in Ahprodite's nature. She didn't dislike Hephaistos, but forcing her into a marriage was doomed from the start (and an attempt from Zeus and Hera to control her).
I imagine that Hephaistos was angry and bitter for a very long time, but after he found happiness with Aglaea he might have been able to be friendly exes with Aphrodite. ^^
Do you atill wirte about Ares? I found your works from 2018 and I loved them so much! If you still have headcanon or work with him I'll glad to hear about it!
Hi!! Thank you very much for this!! I still deeply love Ares, he’s my favorite and I’m always happy to hear someone else loves him as much as I do ❤️
I… kinda still write things for him, and the others. I actually started to write a fic with him and Icarus watching the solar eclipse from earlier this month.
My main trouble is being able to finish anything anymore… I get an idea and manage to write a page or so, and then Life Happens and it never gets wrapped up. But i definitely still do write for my favorite god and think about him daily 😁 maybe I can manage to write a headcanon here and there still…
Off the cuff, check out this radical boar statue I saw recently and made me think of Ares ❤️ 🐗
If you ever upload the dragon wlw, please know I’d be eternally grateful 🙏😭 no pressure though!! Loved the snippet you shared :)
(I had three asks like this! 😳)
Well I appreciate that thought! I might consider it someday… tbh I have really always felt I wasn’t very good at writing sex. I feel like I write it too detached, like an alien robot curiously describing the act but not really “getting” it. And because i actually don’t think sex it’s very interesting by itself, I tend to write more… “novel” situations, which makes it pretty niche 😅 hard to feel confident about it… but I’ll consider it ☺️ I appreciate the feedback a lot though!
Hello there! Can you tell me more of One of those little guys from the forest, please?
And also, asking this as a totally uninterested, uninvolved stranger: what about the mysterious Witch of Bramble Woods?
Well hello there! I brought two forks, let’s share the tiramisu of lateness together for my delayed reply 😅❤️🍰
Everything under the cut for alacrity!
“One of those little guys from the forest” is a fic I’ve been writing that Erinye requested! Where her version of Apollo meets an original character I’ve been writing for (part of the same universe as the dragon wlw) - Oddjack is a little guy from a forest, probably fae, listening to one of Apollo’s impromptu musical sessions, and Apollo assumes he’s one of Dionysus’ retinue. He’s the guy you may remember from an art exchange where only one person was timely on their end and it wasn’t me ❤️ 😅
A snippet:
“Do you belong to Dionysus, then? His retinue?” This… odd little fellow… doesn’t look much like a satyr, but he’s certainly ugly enough, to qualify, particularly wandering out of the trees with reedpipes in hand.
Normally, these factors would lead directly to Apollo dismissing him from his presence; but the strange creature appears to be a child, or at least childlike, and possibly male, so Apollo feels he might fall under the sphere of Apollo’s own influence.
“No. I walk alone.”
This line is dramatic enough to belong to one of Dionysus’ masked performances; but the little fellow speaks it simply while watching a butterfly float past, ugly little face smiling curiously.
Well, Apollo can be prone to curiosity too, so long as nothing better happens to be going on.
“But you must have come from somewhere, hmm? A solitary forest daemon?”
The little guy shrugs. “I always turn up in a swamp.”
“Ahh.”
Now it comes together. Apollo can’t recall any of the Heleionomai off the top of his head - but he knows of all her retinue, the water-based nymphs are the ones Artemis complains about being the hardest to wrangle, water being notoriously difficult to hold. Apollo supposes this creature must be the offspring of a wayward swamp naiad - genetically, these demigods tend to be a gamble, and it looks like this one struck out with the looks. But he seems well-mannered enough, which is rare.
“The swamp where the Styx drains, usually,” the creature goes on, and Apollo’s ichor freezes.
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Aaaaaaand, for the second prompt: “uninterested,” eh? 😁well, speaking of art exchanges that haven’t been fulfilled yet! someone has been writing a very engaging crossover where their very sweet grandma-souled DAI Inquisitor is also the Dark Lord Sauron 😁 and in my fic of that story, Aisling has retreated from the kingdom of Men and the forests of the elves… to take up residence as the Witch of Bindbole Wood, a few miles from Hobbiton. Where she falls into a gradual friendship with a very mistrustful Sam Gamgee.
Snippet for your perusal! They’re on the road to Gondor:
“How are you ladies holding up?” Captain Rutherford’s voice drifts over as his mount trots up to meet with their ponies.
Rosie and Elanor smile at him. “Quite well, Captain, and thank you for the asking!” Rose replies.
“We were just remarking on how pleasant it is now - now we’re used to these ponies, and we’ve left the marsh road behind!” Elanor chimes in, as though she hadn’t been playing Bandits and Bounders in Rushock Bog only six months ago with her siblings and cousins.
“Pleasant riding weather, to be sure,” Cullen agrees amiably. “Though… I wish those storm clouds behind us would dissipate…”
All three of them hide smiles as they look behind at where Aisling and Sam are back at it again.
“I just don’t know how you can stand by planting *kingsfoil* all about the place, but you draw the line at a sensible plant like hogweed,” Sam is saying stubbornly.
“If I wanted hogweed for something, I’d simply go out and forage for it, rather than fight it off of my flowerbeds two hours every day!” Aisling replies hotly.
“Give the kids a half stick of honey apiece to do it for you, if you hate it so much! At least hogweed doesn’t bring all the cats to do *worse* in your flowerbeds like kingsfoil would!”
Cullen winces as Aisling “Telvido, Princess of the Cats” visibly bristles.
“Perhaps I could go over and bring up how nice and helpful dandylions are? Something they can agree on,” Elanor suggests doubtfully.
“Not enough. Let’s combine forces,” Cullen leans over conspiratorially to the young hobbit lass. “You mention dandylions to distract them momentarily, and I’ll flank in with a comment about how as long as we’re on the topic of weeds, we ought to start clearing all the nettles from the gardens within Minas Tirith. They’ll team up to yell at me together.”
Rose laughs softly. “Are you sure you’d welcome so much scolding on such a lovely day?”
“A soldier is happy to sacrifice himself to save the peace,” he replies solemnly.
The dragon wlw story is not Greek mythology - I’ve spent most of my time writing outside the fandom these days. Also, I guess that file name ought to have had a “monsterfucker” warning 😅
This story involves a female performative fighter type (think gladiator-ish) who’s approaching middle age, when most people age out of this career field… and she decides she wants to go out in a blaze of glory by going off and defeating a dragon.
Instead of doing that, she ends up being found, lost in the winter mountains, by a (lady) dragon who was standing guard while the rest of her clan sleeps in their cave. The dragon is curious about her so she invites her to stay in the cave until spring. They learn about humans and dragons respectively, get curious about each other’s bodies, and it all ends in monsterfucking ❤️
Snippet (sfw) below the cut:
She wasn’t hunting anything, as it turned out; and I didn’t know what it was I was seeing at first. She wasn’t far from the entrance, and still in the lee of the crag, though the snow still swirled about her. Her body was stripped of the cloth skin she wore, and she was attempting to beat the cloth against the rock in some baffling fashion. Her posture was hunched, clearly affected by the cold.
Mildly concerned, I went over to see what this was about.
“Hygiene ain’t at the top of my list, but at some point it’s gotta be considered,” she said through chattering teeth. She said she was trying to beat the water out of the cloth, in an attempt to wash it, but the cloth was freezing and frankly, so was she.
My little beastfool companion will be the first to admit she is a lady of action, not thinking.
I grabbed her bodily and breathed onto her, empty smoke pouring out of my nostrils over her skin, and her grumbling protests were interrupted by a rather obscene sound of relief.
I tossed the rags over my back and brought the whole lot, woman and cloths, back inside, breathing empty smoke on her the whole way. She was almost limp when we got back in to where the air was merely cool.
“Thanks,” she said groggily, “didn’t think that one through.”
“You never do,” I said distractedly. Distracted, because I was regarding her nude body at length for the first time.
…..aaaaaand cut to curtains lol. I’m not much use when it comes to smut, I think 😅 anyway hopefully you don’t regret your choice in asking for this one 😅 thanks for the ask!
War gods in the underworld? sounds chaotic and very fun!
This one is kind of an anthology of mini stories… fundamentally it’s a crossover with Egyptian mythology. It’s… pretty far removed from canon, and VERY self indulgent 😅 It’s so hard to write a description because it relies so much on my own convoluted headcanons!
But the idea is that, Ares befriends Horus after that myth where the gods all fled to Egypt, and the two of them enter the underworld together during the episode where death has pretty much stopped because Thanatos was captured… which in this story, is a VERY BIG COSMIC PROBLEM. Very chaotic and dangerous. Ammit is featured, Tartarus as the eldritch incarnation of itself is featured. And Horus, being in the underworld, is gradually changing into Osiris…
As weird as it sounds, I actually have a lot of fun writing this story 😅 I like the idea of Ares hitting it off with people who understand his dualities, and really proving himself by going in to face the dangers of the Underworld. Here’s one quick snippet of Horus and Ares talking about why Ares fled Typhon in the first place:
<Horus> “I just find it difficult to believe that someone who faced *Ammit,* and is prepared to wade through all the miasma to tame Tartarus itself, would have a care for some snake-headed monster, no matter how loud the roar…
Ares watches the miasma swirl.
“ Yeah, well… I wasn’t really that scared then, to be honest. I just ran because that’s what everyone else was doing, and Zeus said it was his demon to face, which seemed fair.”
“But… you’ll *be* him someday, won’t you? So it’s your demon to face too?”
“…huh?”
“Never mind. I suppose the Greeks do things differently.”
“Do you mean, will I succeed him? Definitely not. Old man’s gone to a lot of work to make sure he’ll be on top forever. And even if he did die…”
Miasma keeps swirling. It’s not doing anything noteworthy, but it does give him something to stare at.
“…I didn’t know until later that *she* <Athena> stuck around. Didn’t know that disobeying him was an option.… made me look pretty… pretty bad, afterwards. That she faced him alone, after Zeus fell.”
“Ah,” Horus replies softly. Horus thinks, Ares had complained of the complicated relationships between gods of Egypt, but it seems the Greeks are not immune, in their own way.
As much as I would like to hear about all of them, how about the "Hermes Aesop?"
“I will send her a different message, if you don’t object. I will tell your mother… that her son’s name will be spoken still, thousands of years from now. That the world will forget the name of his master, and these politicians, and even struggle to recall the names of all but the greatest philosophers - but children half the world over, lifetimes away, will know her son Aesop and his stories and his name will be a thing of joy when it is uttered.”
This one was something I thought of after I found a copy of Aesop’s fables in Chinese. It’s kind of incredible when you think of it - especially considering Aesop was a humble slave.
In this fic, Hermes is offering to take a message to Aesop’s (dead) mother, who also died a slave, and he makes this prophetic statement after he sees that Aesop is feeling pretty down about it all.
rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs
Tagged by @littlesparklight ❤️
Here’s a list near the top of the pile at least lol:
War gods in the underworld
Starting the fire
Witch of bindbole wood
One of those little guys from the forest
Hermes Aesop
Dragon wlw
Heist
out of body
I’ve been inactive so long I hardly know who to tag anymore 😭 let’s see…
Hi! Every once in a while I get back into Greek mythology and I think about your account, and I always love to hear your thoughts, like Till we have faces a long time ago.
Im taking a Greek mythology course in university as an elective, and we just went over Jason’s myth, and Medea’s character really caught my attention. I kinda like her as a character right now. Like most women in Greek myths she was wronged by men, but she herself was also definitely wrong and maybe even a bit extreme in many events. I just feel like she stands out quite a bit and I enjoy how different she is. Do you have any thoughts on her character?
Hi!! Thank you very much, I still love Greek mythology and I miss being able to rant about it as much as I used to!
What do you think of your elective class? I am only a hobbyist as far as studying mythology, though I have to believe I’ve logged enough hours studying it that I might as well have made it official lol. Im curious how an official academic teaches it!
As for Medea: endlessly fascinating figure. My Medea rants are a little unhinged and rambling so sorry in advance lmao.
I may or may not have mentioned before that I empathize with Jason more than is socially allowable 😅 I can really identify with being torn between standing by someone who helped me immensely early in life, even though they’re currently turning into bricks that are dragging to the bottom of the ocean… or cut ties with them, especially if it’s what everyone around me is telling me to do. I think Jason made the wrong choice, but it wasn’t as flippant as it often gets portrayed.
BUT regarding Medea herself - what a hell of a character. A lot of people forget that she was kind of an asshole herself - extremely cool, genius, capable, yeah! But also, she did murder her brother and chop up his body and strew it into the water, to slow her father down and allow her getaway, so… I don’t feel like she has too much of a moral high ground to be mad when someone decides to cut ties with her.
The speech she gave was, in that context, slightly disingenuous- a gal like Medea always has options, with or without a husband, and frankly Jason was holding her back just as much as she was holding him back, in my opinion. The only thing he would have been good for was if she’d had big interests in joining respectable society, and I just don’t see that from a badass murderous witch.
But her speech was pretty legit as far as a critique of how (non-Medea) women were treated in that society - and I think it was fair for her to be pissed that he ditched her for not being the prim submissive wife he needed in order to get ahead at that point.
Like it was GREAT to have a badass murderous witch as a wife out on the Seas of Adventureland when he needed to fend off monsters and outwit gods! But that kind of woman only has a place in Adventureland, not in respectable society. He would never have ditched a male companion like this, and I feel that’s the crux of her complaint.
The essential fact is that the place where Jason wanted his life to go, wasn’t a place where Medea could be - and I think it’s fair to remember that Medea was made to fall in love with Jason by Hera/Eros/Aphrodite - it’s not completely Jason’s fault either. They’re totally incompatible and if you trace it far enough back, the reason they ended so unhappy boils down to a god with an agenda.
TL;DR I think Medea was better off without such a milquetoast husband to begin with, but he wasn’t in a great position either. Personally if she’d had to marry anyone at all (which I DON’T think she needed to honestly), I think she ought to have stuck with Herakles, who was really welcoming to her when she was on the run later, and I’m absolutely confident she could have held her own with him. But if I REALLY had my way, I would have had her hook up with Atalanta while she was on the Argo! They would have already connected as the only two women on the ship; and they were both women who, in different ways, didn’t belong in their assigned roles, so think they really could have hit it off.
@aimee-maroux wrote that once! Though I’m not sure if it’s posted on Tumblr?? I would have liked to write it myself, but if there’s one thing I cannot do, it’s write Sexy Stuff 😩 but damn there’s potential there
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