Hera: reddit to complain about her husband and give unsolicited advice
Zeus: reddit once he finds out hera's on there
Hestia: discovered the Kindle and never went further
Aphrodite: Instagram
Ares: wouldn't use social media but would constantly be on Aphrodite's Instagram. He also plays video games
Hephaestus: "how to" craft videos on youtube
Apollo: tumblr. To post poetry, but he'd go down a rabbit whole of stuff about him, then wonder who tf Lester is. Also, singing videos on yt or tt or insta or smth
Artemis: doesn't want anything to do with it
Poseidon: the only thjng I can think of is tinder just cause I think he'd be that guy who's profile has him holding a big fish and pointing at it
Hades: just uses streaming platforms to binge stuff with persephone. Also incorporates technology into his system for sorting souls because it's more efficient
Persephone: uses Instagram but rarely posts. Also pintrest.
Hermes: posts travel blogs and stunts on YouTube. Red bull keeps trying to recruit him.
Dionysius: uses his phone mostly for online games but posts drinking games on TikTok
Athena: uses a load of organization apps and notes and stuff for all her ideas
Demeter: Facebook. I feel like she'd look at the stuff Hades posts, tut and shake her head then write a passive aggressive comment.
The dual-sided god of pleasure, of wine making, festivity, homosexuality and madness, sometimes depicted as a wise and burdened elder, sometimes as a careless, effeminate youth, Dionysus is a god of many facets of human nature, both good and bad, perhaps the most human of all the gods of Olympus in his personality, and his unusually relatable legends. Let’s go over some of the divine symbolism that he is represented by shall we?:
• 🌈 Colors:
- Purple: A god who is defined by his duality, of both elder wisdom, and nonsensical youthful madness, as well as his notable libido, and penchant for wine and the festive habit of drunkenness, there is one color above all others that generally seems to fit with all of these themes: purple, or lavender. A color associated with grapes, wisdom, homosexuality, and innocence!
• 🐴 Animals:
- Leopard: leopards are fierce, wild, roaming, violent cats, a perfect reflection of lord Dionysus, and he is often depicted in Ancient Greek artworks either riding or wearing the wild cat. In a poem by Oppian of Amea, it is said that the leopards were the incarnations of his past lovers who, after Pentheus offended the god, asked to be turned into leopards so they could tear him apart! It is also believe that he would sometimes take the form of wild cats like leopards.
- Tiger: during his journey through Egypt, the king of gods Zeus is said to have gifted Dionysus a mighty tiger which helped him to cross the mighty Tigris river, they became widely associated with him as a result of this great feat. Like leopards as well, many claim he often took the form of the tiger as well.
- Bull: bulls are an animal widely associated with themes of raw sexuality, and sexual aggression, as well as aggression in general, all themes of which fit the god of madness and violence, and of lust and drunkeness quite fittingly. They are also the key plot device in the Greek story of Dionysus and the sacred bull.
- Serpent: in the feats of Dionysus, the gods last feat was the feast of Dionysus, a meal which took place on a pirate ship he had hired to carry him to Naxos. The men tricked him however, so he turned the oars of the ship into serpents.
• 🌸 Plants and Flowers:
- Ivy: one of Dionysus’s key sacred symbols, Ivy is a vining plant that has long been associated with poison, and yet also claimed to be able to cure intoxication, representative of the sometimes dangerous or stark duality of Dionysus’s character and personality. It is said that his cult would wear wreaths and crowns fashioned out of the plant, and the leaves were utilized in his rituals.
- Khalanchoe: also called the paddle plant, khalanchoe is a plant which harkens back to the most ancient roots of Dionysus cults, back when he was not yet known as Dionysus, but rather the much older Greco-Roman god of Bacchus, from which his character derives, who was a god of vegetation and prosperity, who was often associated with this plant.
- Pine: In ancient Greece, the pine was particularly sacred to Dionysus and his worshippers. In the ancient city of Corinth, the Corinthians were ordered by the Delphic Oracle to worship the pine along with Dionysus as a god. In the ancient Greek culture, pine was long associated with fertility, one of the key attributes of the libido and festival stricken Dionysus, he is often portrayed in Romanesque and Ancient Greek artworks holding a staff topped with a pinecone.
- Grape blossom: perhaps the most obvious choice here, grape are synonymous with Dionysus’s character, emblems of his drunkenness, of his celebration, wisdom, femininity, and also of his vigor and fertility. Grape blossoms, and leaves, as well as obviously the grape itself, are unmistakable symbols of the lord Dionysus.
• 🍗 Food:
- Grapes: perhaps the most sacred symbol of Dionysus and his influence, the grape is the perfect metaphor for the god, and all he represents. It can represent fertility, with its plump and plentiful fruit, yet also infertility, as it can be used to make alcohol capable of ending a pregnancy. It is a symbol of innocence, a delicate fleshed fruit that is sweet and simple, yet also of wisdom, a fruit that is said to be the source of many secrets and stories. Grapes are Dionysus personified.
- Figs: similarly to grapes, figs have long been associated with drunkeness and foolishness, a fruit that is known to ferment much faster and more potently than most others fruits, and in Ancient Greek times, would have likely been one of the most accessible ways to get drunken! It’s seedy nature is also representative of fertility.
- Wine: of course, you can’t have Dionysus without a glass of wine to accompany him. Long s sign of royalty, festivity, and sexual promiscuity, Dionysus was truly the original wine mom gay, a chaotic manwhore, lovable, but almost always at least a little bit drunk off of the coveted crimson liquid.
• 💎 Crystals and Gemstones:
- Garnet: long associated with the crimson color of a fine wine, as well of a stone said to be imbued with strength and sexuality, garnets, particularly of the almandine or rhodolite variety, are great symbolic stones of lord Dionysus and his strong sexual nature.
- Amethyst: in Ancient Greek apothecary, it was believed by many that amethyst had anti-intoxicant properties, and in fact, some of the highest of Greek royalty drank from wine glasses carved purely from amethyst! At the time, the vast quarries of amethyst of South America hadn’t yet been discovered, and it was still considered to be a truly precious gemstone, often reserved only for royalty, royalty like Dionysus.
- Grape agate: a recent discovery from Asia, one of the many lands that Dionysus was said to have roamed and adventured in during his many great feats, grape agate is a variety of botryoidal cryptocrystalline amethyst (excuse the geologist nerd talk) that almost perfectly resembles a cluster of juicy grapes! I don’t think I need explain further why this stone is PERFECT for modern Dionysus devotees!
• 🪐 Planets: although Dionysus Is not traditionally associated with any of the planets in the Milky Way galaxy, (though some modern hellenists associate him with Jupiter) there are a number of celestial objects and bodies that have since been named for him: most notably perhaps, is the binary asteroid Dionysus 3671, discovered in the aptly named Olympus system in 1984!
• ☄️ Astrology: Dionysus is almost definitely a Taurus, his dual personality which can manifest as either playful or predatory is a trait that is shared by many a Taurus (as someone who knows a Taurus who can be both very fun and very terrifying, I can confirm this is quite accurate!)
• 🍇 Other symbols:
- Mental health: perhaps unsurprisingly, the many different facets of Dionysus’s ancient personality, the drunkeness, the madness, the torrential mood swings, the struggle of chaos he is often depicted of dealing with, has led to him being celebrated by many modern hellenists as the patron god of mental illness, and the neurodiverse! His dual personalities are a clear allegory for personality disorders, his mood swings and “madness” line up closely with modern understandings of ADD, ADHD, as well as autism and even major psychological disorders like schizophrenia. He is undoubtedly a god who is very closely related to his human worshippers, perhaps more than any other god on Olympus!
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YOU WANT MORE??? OKKKKKKK DIONYSUS AND READER ALMOST GETTING CAUGHT WHILE HAVING FUN IN OLYMPIA???? READER HAVING TO PUT HER HAND OVER HIS MOUTH TO SHUT HIM UP BECAUSE HE MAKES SO MUCCH NOISE???? omg he'd be SO LOUD and the reader would literally have to shut him up in more ways than one, but he LOVES itttt 🥵🥵🥵🥵
YESSSSS we all know Dionysius has a exhibition thing going on...especially after seeing his introduction scene at the party. Convince me he doesn't.
This request just called to me and I had to get it done tonight....but don't stop sending requests!!!! Dionysus doesn't get the love he deserves!
Olympus was intoxicating, especially when you were with him. The gleaming marble halls and the warm glow of eternal sunlight felt worlds away as Dionysius pressed you against a cool stone pillar, his hands possessively exploring the curves of your body. It was dangerous—forbidden, even—to be this reckless in the heart of the gods’ domain, but the thrill of it only made you want him more.
“Dionysius,” you breathed, trying to sound scolding, though your voice lacked any real conviction. His lips trailed down your neck, hot and needy, his breath heavy against your skin, igniting a fire deep within you.
“Let them see,” he murmured between kisses, his voice low and sultry, a sinful grin tugging at his lips. “Let them know.”
You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile, but your breath hitched as his hands slipped beneath your dress, fingers skimming over your skin with a desperation that sent heat flooding through your core. He was relentless, pulling your body flush against his, his hips grinding into you with a ferocity that made your knees weak.
“You’re impossible,” you whispered, running your fingers through his curls, pulling him closer, overwhelmed by the sensation of his body pressed against yours. The heat of his skin, the urgency of his touch—everything about this moment was intoxicating.
“And you love it,” he teased, his breath warm against your neck, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist before slipping lower. The way he teased you drove you crazy, each caress igniting your desire. You knew this was reckless—being so exposed in the very halls of Olympus where any god could walk by—but the danger only heightened the exhilaration.
His lips moved to your ear, and you felt a low, rumbling groan escape his throat—a sound so rich and primal that it vibrated against you, sending a shiver down your spine. “You’re making it very hard for me to stay quiet.” his voice growled.
Your heart raced, excitement and fear intertwining in a heady mix. If anyone caught you like this—Zeus, Hera—it would be disastrous. You could almost picture Zeus’s fury, the thunderous reprimands echoing in the vast halls, but it was hard to care with Dionysius’s lips working their way down to your collarbone, his hands gripping your hips with a fervor that made you ache for him.
And then he groaned—loudly—a sound so deep and needy that it echoed off the marble walls, resonating around you like a forbidden symphony.
You gasped, heart pounding. “Dio!” you whispered, eyes wide with panic. “Someone’s going to hear you!”
But his eyes—dark and glazed with desire—were completely unfazed by the threat. If anything, your fear of getting caught only seemed to fuel him more. He grinned, wicked and dangerous, and then kissed you harder, as if daring the gods themselves to intervene.
You frantically clamped your hand over his mouth. “Shh!” you hissed, your heart racing. The tension between you was electric, every beat of your heart vibrating through your body.
He groaned against your palm, his tongue flicking out mischievously to lick your skin, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, hungry and wild. The heat in your cheeks burned hotter as you fought to suppress a laugh, swatting his shoulder. But you knew this wouldn’t be enough. Dionysius was nothing if not loud, and if anyone walked by, they’d hear every single sultry sound escaping him.
An idea struck you.
Without another word, you reached down, hooking your fingers into the waistband of your lace panties, tugging them down in one swift motion. Dionysius watched you with wide eyes, breath hitching, every muscle in his body tense with anticipation as you slipped out of them.
“What—?” he began, voice hoarse with desire.
Before he could finish, you balled up the delicate fabric and pressed it to his lips, pushing it into his mouth. His eyes widened in surprise, but then a deep, rumbling groan of pleasure vibrated against your palm as he accepted the gag. The sound was thick with desire, resonating in his throat, transforming your name into a muffled plea. His lips closed around your panties, eyes sparkling with excitement and mischief.
“If you can’t be quiet,” you whispered against his ear, “I’ll have to make sure you stay quiet.”
The effect was immediate. He shuddered beneath your touch, a muffled moan escaping as he savored the taste of you on his tongue, each sound vibrating through his body like an electric current. His need for you overwhelmed him, yet now it was silenced. You smiled at the sight of him—utterly at your mercy, eyes glazed with lust, barely able to hold himself together.
“Good boy,” you purred, running your fingers through his messy curls. His head fell back against the pillar, eyes closing as he let out another muffled groan. The sound of it—quieted, restrained—sent a wave of heat through you, igniting a deep ache in your core.
His hands found your hips again, pulling you closer as he pushed his body against yours, desperation clear in every movement. But he couldn’t speak, couldn’t protest, couldn’t moan without your permission. Every noise he made was swallowed by your panties, leaving him helpless and completely at your mercy as he sank deeper into you.
You rolled your hips against him, feeling the hard evidence of his desire. A wicked smile curved your lips. “You like that, don’t you?” you whispered, pressing even closer. “You like being quiet for me.”
He groaned again, the response muffled but urgent, the way his body tensed and the grip of his hands told you everything. He was loving every second of this.
His hips bucked forward, grinding into you with desperate urgency, and you gasped softly, your breath hitching at the friction. He was losing control, and you could feel it—the raw, untamed desire radiating from him as he fought to remain quiet.
But even with your makeshift gag, you knew you couldn’t let him make too much noise. You moved one hand from his curls down to his chest, teasing over his skin, tracing the faint outline of his muscles. His eyes fluttered open, glazed with need, as you leaned in to whisper against his ear, “If you don’t behave, I’ll leave you here like this. All worked up, with nowhere to go.”
His eyes widened at that, and you could feel the shudder of anticipation ripple through him. He shook his head frantically, another muffled sound of protest escaping as his hands tightened on your hips, trying to pull you closer. He was close—so close. You grinned, reveling in the power you held over him.
But then—footsteps.
Your heart stopped, and you froze, breath caught in your throat. Dionysius stilled too, eyes snapping open as the sound of footsteps grew closer, echoing down the marble halls of Olympus.
For a second, panic coursed through you and it was now your turn to groan at the sudden loss of him inside you. Carefully Dionysius tugged your tunic back into place before adjusting his own clothes, movements hurried but playful. He spit out your panties but instead of giving them back, he pocketed them, the fabric disappearing into his robes as he leaned in to steal a quick, teasing kiss. “I’ll keep these for later,” he whispered against your lips, ''be easier to finish what we started'' his voice still breathless.
You smacked his chest, eyes wide in disbelief, but there was no time to argue. The footsteps grew louder, and the two of you quickly ducked behind a column, disappearing into the shadows just as the figure appeared at the end of the hall.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you held your breath, pressed against Dionysius’s side. His arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer, and you shot him a quick glare, though your pulse raced from the thrill.
“You’re unbelievable,” you hissed quietly, face flushed as you imagined what could’ve happened if you had been caught.
Dionysius grinned, his eyes still dark with lust as he leaned down to whisper, “And you love it.”
He pulled you closer, his lips grazing your ear, and your body shivered at the intimacy of it all—the heat of his breath on your skin, the mischievous glint in his eyes, the knowledge that he was still carrying your panties as a souvenir.
The figure in the hall passed by without noticing, and as the footsteps faded into the distance, Dionysius gave your waist a playful squeeze. “I told you,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing.
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at your lips. “You’re impossible.”
His grin widened, and he leaned down to kiss you again, slower this time, savoring every second. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Dionysius was trouble, yes, but gods, he was your kind of trouble.
