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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 - 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾 𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 !

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— —  #𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒 .    this  is  a  private ,  independent ,  &  highly  selective  blog  for  an  interpretation  of   HADES ,  the  ancient  grecian  god  of    the  dead  and  of  riches ,  and  king  of  the  underworld.   heavily  based  on  my  own  personal  interpretation  of  the  myths.     written  by  pekoe.

                                                                       CARRD  .

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❛   didn't you say     yesterday     was national kissy day , my queen ?          I'm almost positive I declared it a     holiday     in the underworld ...   ❜           he distinctly remembers sending everyone home from work.  

not that he's     complaining ,   of course ...

( @kthonia​ ) 

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kthonia·:

NEWS   OF   HER   MOTHER’S   SUMMONS   PIQUES   THE   MAIDEN   GODDESS’   CURIOSITY.                   rare ,        are the moments where demeter calls upon the gods of olympus    —————    and even rarer still ,       those chthonic beings who dwell in the lands beneath the earth.           gaze follows him as he moves to stand in the cover of the shade ,             as the leaves above his head whisper to her of the elder god’s quickening pulse ,          of the slight furrow in his brow as he stands before her now.            ❛   nestor.   ❜

eyes narrow ,            jaw clenches.              ❛   yes ,        i knew of a mortal once called nestor.             IS   HE   DEAD   ?           SHAME.   ❜              a slow ,        deliberate smirk tugs at the edges of pursed lips ,           as though news of the man’s death pleases her.

did he suffer   ?          she does not ask.          was his death slow ,       and long ,        and drawn out for the gods and the nymphs and the satyrs to see   ?          and if not his death ,         certainly his after - life could be filled with suffering ,      she thinks to herself.

(    should   she   be   the   one   to   dole   out   his   punishments ,            it   certainly   would   !    )

❛   come with me ,       hades.   ❜

chin raised ,          harvest’s daughter guides the god of the dead through her gardens ,          through demeter’s uniform blossoms ,          each flower - bed spaced perfectly apart from one another ,         meticulously placed    ——————    to an area which resembles more a wild ,       over - grown forest ,        than a garden.             and in the distance ,            A   TREE   STUMP ,          FRESHLY   CUT   DOWN.            kore tenses ,         nearly growls as she speaks.

❛   when i was born ,           mother planted a        fig   tree        in that spot   …   which is now part of    my    garden ,            here on the earth.      nestor ,       like all mortals ,       was drawn to its sweet fruit            &            lovely scent.          like all mortals ,       he was filled with a desire to possess what the gods bestow as a blessing.   ❜

❛   HE   CUT   DOWN   MY   FIG   TREE ,         AND   STOLE   ALL   ITS   FRUIT.   ❜ 

❛   if you are to judge him ,      hades.        i hope you find him guilty of      treason     towards the gods.   ❜

HER   REACTION   IS   ELECTRIC ,      AND   IT   BLINDS   HIM   IN   A   WAY   NO   SUN   EVER   COULD.          even the shade from the tree under which he has taken shelter cannot protect him from something so     dazzling.          she is so young ,     to be filled with such ferocity.          for a moment .     he forgets himself ,     drawn in by her fire ,     but he must quickly recover. ❛   so you have both been wronged by him ,   ❜     he murmurs ,     more to himself than to the young goddess.          slowly ,     deliberately ,     he moves toward the rotting stump.          he does not ask permission.          after all ,     does it not belong to     him     now ?          death’s embassy ,     in the middle of all this vibrant          &&          noisy life.          he reaches out long ,     skeletal fingers and runs them over the bark.          he can feel it all :     nestor’s craving ,     his hunger ,     his desperation.          the mortal had lost all control.          hades feels a pang of envy wash over him.          he has never experienced this kind of hunger.          he has never needed anything so desperately that he lost all control.          nothing has ever pulled him outside of himself ,     in quite the same way. what must it be like ,     to surrender completely to one’s appetite ? distractions.          he has become too quick to follow distractions ,     of late.          he draws in a deep breath and ,     as the whites of his eyes become a smoky black ,     he feels the cold wisdom of eternity begin to flow through his veins once more.

❛   TREASON.          THEFT.          SACRILEGE.   ❜          a voice much older than hades himself lists out nestor’s charges.          though one could watch as it leaves hades’ lips ,     it seems to come from everywhere          &&          nowhere at once ,     a voice so deeply ,     so terrifyingly     unnatural     that all the birds take flight ,     and all the creatures who live in the trees or beneath the soil scurry off to take shelter in their woodland homes.          ❛   he will be charged ,     yes ,     and he will pay a heavy price.   ❜ slowly ,     he pulls his hands away from the tree stump and turns back to kore.          ❛   I will speak with your mother ,   ❜     he begins ,     wearily ,     ❛   and then my horses          &&          I will be gone.          I would not wish to     trouble   you ,     little goddess ,     any longer than I must.   ❜

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casually grieving all the wasted potential of the fantastic beasts series ...

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( meme ) @murroyilodel​ sent :  

❛ Silly things do cease to be silly if they are done by sensible people in an impudent way. ❜

SHE   MIGHT   BE   RIGHT ,     hades concedes ,     furrowing his brow as he considers her words with great care.          still ,     when he thinks of     paris ,     sensible is hardly the first word that comes to mind.          passion ,     maybe.          romance.          beauty.          extravagance.                     ❛   I don’t think dancing is silly at all ,     madam ,   ❜     he assures her.          in fact ,     he can think of several dances he’s been part of that were very ,     very serious indeed.      ❛   but is it not     dangerous ,     to dance out here in the street ?   ❜ the furious honking of car horns seems to punctuate hades’ words ,     and he finds himself experiencing a pang of     sympathy     for this woman ,    and the rest of the dancers with her ,     who are protesting a large cut in funding to the     palais   garnier.          it is a sympathy which grows ,     exponentially ,     when he hears the drivers start to hurl curses at the dancers.

being personally acquainted with the muses          (   and having offended them enough times to know how     unpleasant     their wrath was   ) ,          the lord of the dead had developed a healthy appreciation for art.          he glowers at the cars ,     and they immediately fall silent ,     both horns          &&          drivers ,     as if they have seen the very spectre of     death     before them.          yes  ,      almost   exactly   like that ... ❛   what happened ,     madam ?   ❜      he asks ,     now that he can hear himself     think     again.          ❛   why has such a historic theatre lost its funding ?   ❜

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( meme ) @kthonia​ sent: ❛   full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its fragrance on the desert air.   ❜

THE   DOUR   GOD’S   EYES   GROW   WIDE ,     as realization envelops him.          ❛   you mean to tell me ,     my queen ,     that all your hard work lies unseen ,     unappreciated ,     in an arid wasteland ,     only to shrivel up under the harsh sun   ?   ❜          he understands     loss ,     of course          (   after all ,     does he not rule over it   ?   )          but he has never before been party to a loss that affects one so dear to him.          ❛   no ,     no ,     that won’t do   !    ❜

❛   we will make a place for them     here   !   ❜     he exclaims.           ❛   not a single petal will go unadmired   !   ❜          rising from his throne ,     he sets into action.          he is like a winter storm ,     gathering momentum as he summons first the architect ,     then the landscaper ,     then the gardener ,     a flurry of commands pouring from his lips. he is mere moments away from declaring war on     apollo          (   is it not     his     sun ,     that is destroying his beloved’s careful work   ?   ) ,          when he finally stops          &&          turns back to his queen.          ❛   you speak in     metaphor ,     my queen ,     do you not   ?   ❜          slowly ,     he makes his way back to her side.          ❛   you meant that we should be grateful ,     to share our love ,    even if only during the winter months ,     rather than see it     wasted ,     like the scent of a flower on the lonely desert air.   ❜ he laughs at his own foolishness ,     but makes no move to stop the arrangements that he has already set in motion.          at least ,     in housing her dear ,     unadmired desert flowers ,     he can keep a part of her here with him all year long.

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           BOOK STARTERS VOL.49      EMMA     JANE AUSTEN

❛ Silly things do cease to be silly if they are done by sensible people in an impudent way. ❜

❛ I may have lost my heart, but not my self-control.  ❜

❛ If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. ❜

❛ I always deserve the best treatment because I never put up with any other. ❜

❛ But you know what I am. You hear nothing but truth from me. ❜

❛ I have blamed you, and lectured you, and you have borne it as no other would have borne it. ❜

❛ There are people, who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves. ❜

❛ One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other. ❜

❛ Better be without sense than misapply it as you do. ❜

❛ You must be the best judge of your own happiness. ❜

❛ Were I to fall in love, indeed, it would be a different thing ; but I have never been in love ; it is not my way, or my nature ; and I do not think I ever shall. ❜

❛ Indeed, I am very sorry to be right in this instance. I would much rather have been merry than wise. ❜

❛ If I have not spoken, it is because I am afraid I will awaken myself from this dream. ❜

❛ If a woman doubts as to whether she should accept a man or not, she certainly ought to refuse him. ❜

❛ Faultless in spite of all her faults. ❜

❛ A heroine whom no one but myself will much like. ❜

❛ There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart. ❜

❛ Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its fragrance on the desert air. ❜

❛ I pity you. I thought you cleverer. ❜

❛ Evil to some is always good to others. ❜

❛ I certainly will not persuade myself to feel more than I do. ❜

❛ She is loveliness itself. ❜

❛ Time does not compose me. ❜

❛ A man always imagines a woman to be ready for anybody who asks her. ❜

❛ I do not find myself making any use of the word sacrifice. ❜

❛ I am quite enough in love. I should be sorry to be any more. ❜

❛ I must tell you what you will not ask, though I may wish it unsaid the next moment. ❜

❛ I examined my own heart. And there you were. Never, I fear, to be removed. ❜

❛ With all your little faults, you are an excellent creature. ❜

❛ You have another long walk before you. ❜

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it will never  not  be funny to hades that the planet named after zeus ( jupiter )  is a  gas giant

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kthonia·:

SHE   WATCHES   HIM   WITH   AN   INTENSITY   WHICH   RIVALS  THE   HEAT   OF   THE   SUN   ITSELF ,                   gaze narrowed ,        lips pursed ,        jaw clenched as he draws himself up to his full height    ———    so  this  is  hades ,          she thinks to herself ,        not un - aware of the chill the elder god’s very presence carries through the wind ,         of the way her poppies seem to lean away from him ,        as though they have not yet made up their mind about the stranger who stands before them.

❛   yes ,      i am.   ❜          it is her turn now ,        to draw herself up to her full height.            (    he   may   be   king   over   the   dead ,        but   this   is   life’s   realm ,        and   he   holds   no   power   here.    )            her turn ,        to command the respect she so deserves ,        daughter of the skies and of the earth.

❛   AND   MY   NAME   IS   KORE.   ❜

she relents ,        familiar with the god’s reputation but having never laid eyes on him ,        and digs her heels into the earth ,        watching as the ancient oak tree beside them bends its branches to her will ,        casting a shadow over the god’s black horses.              ❛   they seemed as un - comfortable in the light as you do.   ❜              the beginnings of a smile tug at the edges of berry - stained lips.

❛   you must forgive my accusatory nature ,         it is not often that i find myself in the presence of a god ,         save apollo and zeus.    —————    what    are    you doing here ,       hades   ?   ❜

THOUGH   HIS   HORSES   SETTLE ,     RELIEVED   AS   THE   COOL   SHADE   OF   THE   OAK   FALLS   OVER   THEM ,     HADES   FEELS   HIS OWN   PULSE   QUICKEN.          how could she tell that he was uncomfortable ,     just from a glance  ?     does she share his gift for seeing into the hearts of others   ?          more importantly ,     how does she manage to tilt her head at     just     the right angle so that the sun catches her ginger locks and makes them seem to shine like burning flames   ? ❛   we are out of practice ,   ❜     he admits.          ❛   I don’t often leave the underworld.  ❜            he frowns deeply at the mention of his brother          &&          nephew ,     and he finds himself blurting :      ❛   you can’t hold     them     against me   !    ❜          he pauses ,     takes a deep breath ,     and attempts to recover ,     joining his horses in the shade in an effort to calm his nerves.          ❛   forgive me ,     kore.          perhaps you are right ,     to be accusatory.    ❜          strange.          being associated with the garishness and violence of olympus has never bothered him before   ...                                

❛   YOUR   MOTHER   SUMMONED   ME.          it seems there is a soul awaiting my judgment with whom she is acquainted          &&          she has some thoughts about how they ought to spend their eternity.  ❜          he tilts his head ,     looking at her curiously.          ❛   tell me ,     kore.          what do you know of this man   ?          his name is     nestor.          has your mother ever spoken of him   ?     if I am to judge him fairly ,     I will need more than your mother’s testimony.   ❜          not to mention that ,     based on the     tone     of demeter’s summons ,     the lord of the dead strongly suspects that his sister is     biased     on the matter.

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kthonia·:

BATHED   IN   THE   GLOW   OF   ETERNAL   WARMTH ,         THE  RICHNESS   OF   GOLDEN   SUN ,          harvest’s daughter tends to her plot within her mother’s garden ,        frets diligently over each petal ,        each leaf ,        as though each one grew more preciously than the last.    —————    apollo’s chariot beats wildly over - head ,         and in the distance ,        the melissae’s laughter erupts like flower petals across the wind.          kore   scowls.          plucks a ripe ,      luscious strawberry from its stem and places it between her teeth ,      allowing the juice to slide down her throat        &        stain her lips a bright red.

❛   who   are  you   ?   ❜              the words slip like daggers from the maiden goddess’ mouth        ;        sharp ,          like steel.          slowly ,        she turns to face the towering figure whose shape casts a darkened shadow over her frame.

❛   if it is my mother you seek ,         she has gone to fetch apples from the orchard    —————    AND   YOU   ARE   BLOCKING   MY   SUN.   ❜

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THE   LIGHT   STINGS   HIS   EYES ,     THE   GRATING   CACOPHANY   OF   LIFE   BLISTERINGLY   PAINFUL   TO   EARS   SO   USED   TO   SILENCE.          the lord of the dead stumbles ahead ,     almost blindly ,     through what seems an endless stream of brightly - hued flowers ,     all of them swaying in the breeze.          so resilient ,     this world of the living.          bending ,     bending ,     bending ,     but never breaking.          is that what he finds so unsettling ?          so overwhelming ? he hears his horses whinnying several feet behind him ,     just as unhappy to be here as he is          &&          he turns and mutters some soothing words in an effort to calm them.          there are few things that could have coaxed hades from the safety of his realm.          a sternly - worded summons from his sister     tops     that very short list. the last thing hades would ever want to do is find himself out of demeter’s good graces.

he freezes at the sound of a female voice.          he had believed himself alone.          unused to being challenged         (     but aware of how a king     ought     to act ,     under such circumstances     ) ,          he draws himself up ,     letting the fire of eternity burn through his eyes ,     the voices of ages pass through his lips.           ❛  I   AM   HADES ,     LORD   OF   THE   DEAD.           and you would do well to show me the     respect     I     ———-     mother ?          you are demeter’s daughter ?   ❜

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