Hades And Persephone - Blog Posts

Son of Hades, blessed by Persephone

Arius is the son of Hades and a demigod, Morgan, the daughter of Hekate. He was conceived when Morgan, who had fallen for Hades, went down to the Underworld and disguised herself as Persephone. It took a couple of months before they realized what had happened, which made Persephone angry. She planned on going after the demigod but Eileuthyia, the goddess of Childbirth, and Hekate, goddess of Witchcraft, Magic, and Ghosts, stopped her explaining that she was pregnant.

Hekate and Persephone made a deal that once Morgan had had the child, Persephone could kill her for her deeds. Once the child was born, Morgan was killed and Persephone went to bring the child to the Underworld to raise him as her own, Zeus stopped her saying that the child was a demigod and couldn't be raised by her and Hades.

Because of this, Arius was raised as an orphan and was constantly being tossed from home to home because of his ADHD, Dyslexia, and his notoriously short temper. He had very few friends until he met Neith, another demigod.

Daughter of Athena, Hunter of Artemis

Neith is the daughter of Athena, and a mortal, Johnathon, an archeologist. She decided to join the hunters after watching one of her half sisters get eaten by a cyclops. She is the second-in-command to the Lieutenant, because of her natural intelligence and battle prowess though her fear of spiders does get in the way.

She met Arius when her and the other hunters helped Camp Half-Blood bring demigods back to the camp. While she was undercover at a highschool, she found multiple jocks attacking a 13 year old kid but before she could intervene, she watched as Arius lashed out and took all four jocks down by himself.

She quickly realized what he was and took him to Camp Half-Blood, which is where their friendship blossomed as Arius had taken to following her around like a small brooding duckling. At first she was agitated but after closer examination she realized that he didn't really seem to fit in anywhere.

Son of Asclepius, blessed by Apollo

Aeson is the son of Asclepius and a mortal woman who could see through the mist, Avana, who was actually already raising a daughter of Apollo, Merida, who was already going to Camp Half-Blood. Because of this, Apollo decided to bless his grandson.

As he grew up he expressed in interest in being a doctor or a healer which excited his 'sister' and his mom, who both thought it would be a good fit for him.

His best friend is also another demigod who had been going to the same school as him since kindergarten. Felix and Aeson were almost complete opposites but that actually made them closer.

Son of Dionysus

Felix is the son of Dionysus, and a mortal, though it unknown who she was. He grew up in a foster home with surprisingly good parents. Felix was an absolute wild child, who loved to play outside and adored parties, and grape juice.

He was normally a happy child but sometimes it was almost like a switch would flip and he would be thrown into a wild rage. Most people tended to avoid him because of that, but Aeson didn't see anything wrong with his temper and befriended him.

When they were finally taken to Camp Half-Blood when they were twelve they both instantly began trying to befriend the hostile Arius. After awhile they began to wonder if he had any friends but when the Hunters of Artemis came to visit they saw how close him and one of the Hunters were which shocked them as the Hunters of Artemis were notorious for their hatred of men.

out of all the couples in greek mythology i UNDERSTAND why persephone and hades were the ones that were taken out of their original context to be made into a cute pair by popculture (and i dont really have an issue w this bc its sooo far removed from the actual canon) BUT.... some real untapped potential with hephaestus and aphrodite in different contexts. worlds hottest woman (barring helen) going to bat for her husband that everyone else thinks is butt ass ugly, but shes like im literally the ceo of hotness and i think hes sexy so either get over it or die idc

“The only bed worth sleeping’s the one right next to you” -cold cold man, Saint Motel. for @usedbandaid

High key this is one of my favourite songs ever and every time I listen to it I can’t help but think of Hades, so here I am a year and a half later finally making this. I know this is really rough looking but I did learn a lot from making this- since I’ve never really attempted a project quite to this scale before.

Persephone post i forgot to post

( Yes, the hands and eyes are from Hades's )

i would sacrifice my first child to have a satosugu hades and persephone au

Ngl I wish Persephone and Hades wasn't romanticized as much. He kidnapped her and forced her to stay with him. And I know dark romance is popular but it's the way people act as if it's a healthy, wholesome relationship. And Persephone's mother gets demonized for wanting to save her daughter? From her crazy relative that kidnapped her daughter?

There are loads of cool goth powerful couples and I don't get why people have chosen that story as the one to hype up. Like to the point where whenever someone makes an au, if their relationship isn't happy it gets so much hate. When the original story isn't happy anyway?

Sooo, the other day I made a post about how much I'm in love with Lore Olympus then noticed that I misspelled something; so I edited it and when it said that the edited version was posted, I deleted what I thought was the original only to find out that it was still the same post😅😅😅.... So here's a shorter version of that post (since I can't remember what I originally said):

Sooo, Lore Olympus is my new favorite thing ever! I love Greek mythology, mythology in general is one of my favorite things but Greek mythology (well, technically it would be Greco-Roman mythology but I prefer the Greek versions) is probably my favorite, so Lore Olympus becoming a new obsession was pretty much a no-brainer. Hades and Persephone are so pure!! Zeus is every bit as much of an ass as he always is; Hera is Queen; dude-bro Poseidon is great; Artemis is great; Hecate is bestie; Eros is the best; Hermes is also the best; Cerberus is best dog... okay, I'll end my rambling there but seriously Lore Olympus is amazing!

no one:

persephone talking about hades:

somehow they ended up as my fav couples while waiting for the Underworld saga

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Orpheus, Eurydice, Persephone, and Hades in my style

My next embroidery project. This time on Hades and Persephone from a vase. This is one of my favorite stories from Greek mythology.

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Icemav - Hades & Persephone

They say Hades rules the Underworld. They say…the only being that can bring him back to a semblance of life is his husband, Persephone.

Just a little idea I had the other day while listening to Hadestown!! Hope you like it :))

Hades and Persephone

. 𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾

[ a painting i made for author Elise Nelson a cover illustration for their upcoming novel, The Light in Hades ...plus the initial rough concept sketch + close up detail ]

When the relentless flirt is faced with raw honesty.

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[previously on this]

have you ever had a pomegranate so good you understood the entire myth of hades and persephone? like yes girl, i too would spend half a year in the underworld for but a few seeds.

Hi everyone, I wanted to show you how I made the last page of the Persephone comic. I thought with the positive responces the comic was recieving, it would ne nice to see the process. She went though a lot of changes in the last couple of frames. As I was not please with how she initially turned out. Anyway, thank you so much for all the love and support.

Hi everyone I wanted to show you a comic that I made for my other tumblr blog.

Hi everyone, I created a comic about mycenaean greece persephone. In this time frame Hades did not exist only persephone and dionysus. So I created a comic that told her story. I hope you all like it.

Instagram @Kaleigh_Colors

sorry i unpacked all my trauma do you still wanna kiss

does anyone else absolutely lose their shit over “how long” from Hadestown or is that just me

My toxic trait is that I made Daphne du Maurier my personality in school instead of Jane Austen

absolutely banger of a sketch i did earlier. potentially a hades and persephone reference?

• 𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 — 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓋𝑒

𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓁𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓈𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉.

𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 — 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔

𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒𝓁𝑜𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂𝓈.

𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 — 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝓊𝓃 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓋𝑒

𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑜𝓉, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓃𝒾𝒷 𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈

𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 - 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒’𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹

𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑒𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝒾𝓁𝓈.

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔’𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹 — 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓅𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝒾𝓁𝓈.

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔’𝓈 𝒽𝑜𝓉 - 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒾𝒻 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈.

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒’𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀, — 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹, 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒’𝓈 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎 - 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽, 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓇𝑜𝓉

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒’𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 - 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔,

𝑜𝒻 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓀𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂.

𝒲𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈, 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉, 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 “𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔”

𝒲𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔

𝒲𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃’𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎 𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝒲𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉

𝐼 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒. 𝒪𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒. 𝒪𝒻 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈.

𝐼 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉.

𝐼 𝒸𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 - 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇, 𝑜𝒽 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹, 𝐼 - 𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹. •

Written by Persephone.

The Art of Losing. (to Persephone)

Hades does not lose.

Not in war, not in politics, not in the quiet negotiations of death. He is the keeper of order, the final voice in all things. He does not bend. He does not yield.

And yet.

And yet.

Persephone is sitting cross-legged on his throne, wearing his robe like a victory flag, and informing him, with great authority, that the entire room is a crime against aesthetics.

"It’s all very intimidating," she says, waving a hand at the great pillars of obsidian, the cold marble floors, the jagged iron fixtures that cast long, cruel shadows across the walls. "But it's also depressing. Have you ever considered rugs?"

Hades stares at her. "Rugs?"

"Yes, you know—woven fabric, pleasant texture, ties the room together?"

"I know what a rug is, Persephone."

"Then why don't you own one?"

"Because I am not a mortal man trying to make my sitting room more inviting."

She tilts her head at him, sunlight caught in her hair. "But I live here too."

And just like that, she has won.

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There is a lesson in marriage that Hades learns too late: it is not a matter of victories and defeats. Not truly. It is a slow, quiet surrender. A gradual rearranging of the self.

It starts with the throne room. A rug appears. Then a new chair. The walls are no longer bare, adorned instead with soft tapestries woven in the colors of spring. The candlelight flickers warmer. The skulls—his beloved, ancient skulls, collected over centuries—are quietly moved elsewhere.

Then it spreads.

His private study is overtaken by vases of wildflowers, tucked absentmindedly between the tomes and scrolls. The war table, once strewn with maps of mortal conquests, now hosts baskets of fresh fruit. There is a bowl of honey on the dining table, though Hades has never had a taste for sweets.

And the worst part—the strangest, most alarming part—is that he does not object.

He does not even notice until one evening, when he catches sight of his own reflection in the polished glass of a window and realizes that there is a small, white petal caught in his hair.

He plucks it free, turning it between his fingers, and exhales.

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Some changes are subtle. Others arrive all at once, like an earthquake splitting the ground beneath his feet.

One night, he finds Persephone sitting on the floor of their chambers, sorting through a stack of pillows and blankets she has dragged in from who-knows-where.

He watches her for a moment before speaking. "Am I to assume we are replacing all of our perfectly functional bedding?"

She looks up at him, smiling. "No, I just thought we could use more."

Hades raises an eyebrow. "How many does a person need?"

"As many as bring comfort," she replies easily, fluffing a pillow before tossing it onto the bed. "You sleep like a man waiting for disaster, Hades."

He blinks. "I am a man waiting for disaster."

"Exactly," she says, and pats the space beside her.

He hesitates. Then, against his better judgment, he sits.

She picks up a blanket, drapes it over both of their shoulders, and leans into him. "You're always bracing for something," she murmurs. "Even now, when there's nothing to brace against."

Hades is silent.

Because she is right.

He has spent eternity on guard. Watching. Waiting. Holding his kingdom steady beneath his hands, because he knows that all things—even gods—can break.

But Persephone is not afraid of breaking.

She arrives at the edges of his life like spring at the edges of winter, unafraid of melting the ice, unafraid of sinking her roots into the hardened ground. She does not fight him for space; she simply grows into the empty places he never knew were empty at all.

"You don’t have to hold everything so tightly," she whispers.

And Hades, the king of the dead, the god of shadow and silence, lets himself close his eyes.

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The throne room changes. The palace changes. The entire Underworld changes.

But the most terrifying change—the one he cannot stop, the one he does not want to stop—is the one happening within him.

One evening, as he sits at his desk, he reaches for a scroll and finds a small cup of tea waiting beside it. He lifts it, still warm, and frowns. "Did I ask for this?"

Persephone glances up from across the room. "No."

"Then why—"

"Because you always forget to have something warm before you start working," she says simply, as if it is the most obvious thing in the world.

He holds the cup in his hands for a long moment.

It is such a small thing.

And yet.

And yet.

He drinks the tea.

He does not ask why it makes his chest ache.

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One night, much later, Persephone rolls onto his side of the bed, buries her face against his shoulder, and murmurs sleepily, "Did you ever imagine it would be like this?"

Hades runs a hand absentmindedly through her hair. "Like what?"

"Like this," she sighs, pressing closer. "Not just the throne and the realm and the duty. But this. Us."

He considers it.

For a long time, he thought marriage would be a political act. A binding contract, a necessary tether. He thought love, if it came at all, would be something distant, something mild. A fondness, perhaps. A steady companionship.

But this—this ridiculous, irritating, impossible, wonderful thing—was never part of the plan.

And yet.

And yet.

Hades presses a kiss to the crown of her head and closes his eyes.

"I never imagined it," he admits. "But I would not have it any other way."

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Greetings, Dreamers and Readers 🌸✨

Yeah, yeah, I know mythology is full of complexities, and the actual Hades and Persephone myth has about ten different interpretations, depending on who you ask and probably more complicated than this

But listen—at the end of the day, if I want Persephone to be a cottagecore goddess turning the Underworld into an aesthetic paradise while Hades is her mildly depressed, utterly whipped husband who just lets it happen, then that’s exactly what I’m going to write.

Historical accuracy? Scholarly discourse? Sounds fake. Delulu is the solulu, and in this house, we fully embrace it.

anyways—✨hope you all have a good day, bye and take care ✨

Watercolor painting, trying to do a Hades and Persephone type thing.  Took me about an hour and a half, and I had a lot of fun doing it :)

my favourite thing about the story of hades and persephone is that the story grew up with us.

i think most of us, when we were young girls ourselves, heard that first, most tragic version of the story: persephone, the innocent child of spring, who wandered into a dark, terrible place, and ate of a cursed garden. hades, meanwhile, was cast as a shadowy, grasping seducer, looming from the darkness: here he stood, the god of riches, of gemstones and bones, of cold, dead things, who wanted to snatch a little bit of sunlight for himself.

and then came the second version of the story, when we were older, not so much a change in narrative as it was of perspective: we heard about zeus raping leta, we read the way medusa was cursed for being raped by poseidon, we read about athena’s jealousy when she was outwoven by arachne, about hera tossing little hephaestus down a cliff because he wasn’t as beautiful as a god ought to be.

once more, we considered hades: the youngest of the trinity, free of spite and hatred and fits of rage, running an empire greater than his brothers’ together, with little ego and quiet efficiency. a god who only took one wife, only loved once, and then too: wholly, completely.

like something not out of a horror movie, but perhaps, indeed, a fairytale.

then the third turn, when we had grown older, acquired a veneer of cynicism, suffered boys who never grew to men, when we realized that the only way our sexuality would not be annexed was if we conquered it ourselves.

then came kore, the woman of spring, who found in hades a quiet, dark refuge, away from demeter’s wrath and hungry possession, away from the squabbles of those tiresome, reckless gods. the girl who fell in love with darkness. the goddess whose spirit was of renewal and rebirth, and still flourished in the heart of the underworld, the duality of her nature only serving to highlight her strength.

hades remained as he ever was, unchanging, like death itself. but persephone grew, acquired facets and beauty in her change, spring given form in metaphor and mythology.

hades and persephone grew with us. that’s why they’re powerful. that’s why they’re loved.

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Here’s Hades’ room from when he was a baby... and was uhm... eaten... by his dad... from his mom’s perspective :))

I’ve included some “easter eggs” of things that happen later in his life so have fun finding them all! I think there’s 7

I know I haven’t posted much in here but I’M BACK!!! And in the meantime I’ve also posted some things including this drawing on instagram (@imaloja_) so if you like my art you can go follow me there ( if you want to) but don’t worry I’ll be posting here sketches more often as well as finished drawings (like this one)