all your gods are teenage girls.

tcrtarus:

when the heavens had decided the rain down the shattered souls of the gods, there had been an unimaginable amount of beauty fallen across the earth; in a way that was indescribable.

like fairies in the wind, the pieces of the gods took off and forever merged themselves across the globe and into the girls who would one day grow up to be powerful, beautiful, and heavenly.

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zeus dances in the heart of a crowd; music blasting through the fields and voices drowning out her emotions until it was all intangible. she’s carefree and having the time of her life, a thin layer of sweat coating her skin. but the air is humid and it’s attracting electricity— static crackling in wavelengths. and all of a sudden, zeus just breaks into hysterics because too many things are racing through her mind, too many things she wants to forget; her regrets, her sorrows, and her guilt. she’s angry, she’s tired, and she’s unpredictable. her eyes dart in all different directions and there’s a fire in her stomach; the air sputtering in sync with her pulse. and it’s heartbreaking for zeus’ friends to see her like this, because the facade of being wise and strong just falls beneath her, like the weight across her shoulder was too much. but they pick her back, they rise and aid her so she can lead again, because she is fierce, imposing, and made to be a ruler.

poseidon rakes the world in need for more. the beauty she had within herself was not enough for her, and she searches and searches for something she will never have. constantly changing, her eyes flicker colors in exchange with the emotions she’s feeling, a temper so hard to calm like the raging storms of the sea. the mood swings differentiate into so many unexpected personalities yet each and every one of them are brilliant all the same— poseidon, like the god himself, is terrifying yet breathtaking. a girl who holds a piece of poseidon within her will eternally wish that she had more in her hands than she could bear. revenge always sits at the tip of their tongue, and her words so sharp they could part the ocean. playful winks and side smirks are all held dear to poseidon’s heart, but a sneer and a glare are her signatures. she hopes for a day when the world will crumble under her touch, because the waters was already hers.

hades has tired eyes and a tired soul, and she’s just ready for everything to be over with. the days spent inside are what makes her happy, the time with her other friends in front of a screen, across the world. hades has a stubbornness incomparable to anyone else’s, and the emotions of others have absolutely no effect on her her—  because she knows that she comes first. she has put herself through hell and back, and some days the dizziness of anger and frustration never goes away. because since she is suffering, everyone else around her too must suffer along with her. she is symbolic in a way that she should be feared, but there’s this impeccable beauty around her that causes you to stay close. hades is simply mesmerizing. the burning fire in her eyes and the brush of cold skin that makes you wonder if she really is part of your world. she sinks her claws into the hearts of others, unmoved by their prayers or pleas for mercy. she holds you near, and never lets you go.

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and this was only the the big three. not even half of the olympians. they were hundreds, thousands, of other gods and goddesses amongst the stars who spilled their light upon the girls of earth. and now, because they were touched by ethereal and heavenly powers, they would never be the same. who had rained stardust in your veins?

incorrectgreekquotes:

Zeus: I did a bad thing.

Hades: Does it affect me? 

Zeus: No. 

Hades: Then suffer in silence.

writing-prompt-s:

Hades and Persephone’s roles are reversed. The world enjoys an endless summer, and half the year no one dies. The death season is almost upon us.

hynpos:

Ok but imagine this: Persephone sending the flowers she grows to Hades while she’s away during the spring and summer. He dips them in gold so they’re preserved forever. He eventually has enough to fill the palace with bouquets of gold flowers when she returns.