#pantheonhermes

[immortalladydite-blog]

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✧ Mental or Emotional Strength 

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 ❋ Belief they have

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✩ Belief they’ve questioned/struggled with 

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✮ Something minor they enjoy 

Aphrodite enjoys milling about naked as much as she can. She sometimes misses when she would be able to do it in pubic, but has since settled on doing it at select places. She loves the freedom that comes with being clothed solely with her own confidence. To her, there’s nothing quite like it. 

[letshearitforthegoldenboy-blog]

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✢ :Physical advantage

What can he say, no one can entirely resist nice eyes and a charming smile.

✬ :Something minor they enjoy

He absolutely adores Florence + the Machine.

✱ :Someone or something who or that has played a part in a fantasy or daydream

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✲ :Something or someone they down right hate

Cats. Can’t stand the little furballs. In the ‘90s he shared an apartment with Artemis who would not stop adopting the things off the street. They were everywhere and it was horrible and he was pretty sure the more he got annoyed with them the more his sister wanted to get.

[fillmycup-dionysus-blog]

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✲ : Something or someone they down right hate

They hate the growing death of their big cats, the destruction of the jungles and forests around the world. It’s sickening to think the wild’s slowly dying to humanity.

✪ : Critique they have about others

In general, Dionysus thinks jealousy is the worst emotion ever created. And the one emotion people and gods alike hold onto like vultures. It’s what’s caused wars, death, destruction of gods and empires alike. All the petty ‘squabbles’ among the Olympians were basically caused by jealousy. If Dionysus had it their way they’d get ride of the emotion altogether.

✯ : Way they could see themselves dying

If death were and option, they could see themselves die by the cost of how they lived; wild and recklessly. While it would be poetic to admit they’d family or for love, in the end they think they would really die for and because of themselves.

✦ : Fatal flaw

The very wine they drink and the very madness they breath. Their whole existence is a double edged sword, because the wine they drink can so easily ruin them and turn them into a frenzied beast. In a way it’s like fighting an addiction. They can’t exactly ride themselves of their existence, but they can try to fight it, and just as easily relapse back into it. It’s a continuous cycle of highs and lows that Dionysus has resigned themselves to.

[koresoteiras]

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⋆: minor personality quirk

Persephone cannot stand when people call her Percy. It’s the quickest way to get yourself on her ever-extending kill list. You call her Persephone or Sephy, or you call her nothing.

✦ : Fatal flaw

Persephone’s fatal flaw may be her recklessness. She’s under the impression that she can’t die-and she can’t-but that doesn’t mean she can’t get hurt. She thinks she’s capable of doing far more than she actually can, and one day her death wish is going to get her killed.

✬ : Something minor they enjoy

Persephone loves The X-Files almost more than she loves life itself.

✯ : Way they could see themselves dying

She probably sees herself as dying to protect one of the few people she cares about, doing something stupid, or inadvertently killing herself when she uses her powers for more than they’re meant to be used. It’s a bit of a mixed bag.

[divinedemeter-blog]

timing is everything| hermes + demeter

She’ll have to shower twice when she gets to the dilapidated apartment she currently calls home, and she sincerely doubts twice will be enough to get rid of both the city’s grime and the sensation of lecherous eyes on her skin. The way the foster father in the home that she visited today oggled Demeter is enough to make her want to remove the child from that house immediately but she knows that legally, this is not enough of an excuse to. And unlike the old days, she can’t simply take the child away with her.

Then again... it wasn’t that easy keeping young ones safe from the hold of lustful men back in the old days either, she thinks with a pang.

And so instead she walks through crowded streets, hands balled into fists at her side and ichor boiling, ready to pulverize the next cretin to cross her path.