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My version of a modern day aphrodite The Greek goddess of love also my favorite goddess

Hestia is the ancient Greek goddess of home and hearth🔥 and here are some simple offerings for her:

• Olive oil 🫒 A traditional ancient Greek offering for protection, peace, and nourishment.

• Honey 🍯 Represents sweetness and the warmth of the hearth.

• Bread 🍞 Freshly baked or simple loaves as a symbol of sustenance.

• Wine 🍷 A small libation of red or white wine, symbolizing celebration and hospitality.

• Candles 🕯️ To honour her as the goddess of the hearth flame.

• Flowers 💐 Fresh flowers or faux flowers for simplicity and calm.

• Cooked meals 🍲 A portion of home-cooked food, especially soups or stews, as a gesture of hospitality.

• Incense 🪔 Frankincense, myrrh, copal, or sandalwood for purification and devotion.

• Simple tea 🫖 Herbal teas like chamomile or peppermint, representing warmth and welcome.

• Homemade crafts 🧶 Knitted or sewn items, representing the domestic arts.

• Grains 🌾 Barley, oats, or rice, offered raw or as part of a meal.

• Clay or pottery 🏺Small handmade items symbolizing the home and stability.

• Clean, well-kept spaces 🧹 Tidying and maintaining a clean altar or hearth area in her honour.

• Warm drinks ☕️ Coffee or hot chocolate, especially during colder months, symbolizing warmth and comfort.

HYPNOS MY BABY❤️

7 hours of work right here, i'll do an Eris version one of these days

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@zigadoodle (very cute hypnos!!)

@thestarryfalls (yours is what inspired this so thank you!!)

@kyleesarthell ( gorgeous hypnos design!)

@papaseidon ( I love your design!)

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Hi, everyone! 💙

I want to say thank for all that are following me! It's amazing and It makes me so happy to see that other people like my blog hahaha

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Rip Tyche,

you would have loved those chocolate coins wrapped in golden foil

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she is just nyx

Painting study 💞

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.

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𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉,

𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈,

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈

𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼’𝓂 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈

𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈, 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈,

𝐼’ 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈,

𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒 “𝒪𝒽 𝒵𝑒𝓊𝓈, 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒”

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇 “𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇, 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓈”

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒶 𝒹𝑜𝓏𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑜𝑒𝓈, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝑒𝓈

𝓎𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇

“𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉, 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈”

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈,

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝑒𝓈

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝓂𝑒 “𝑜𝒽 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒜𝓅𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒾𝓉𝑒,

𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝓈𝑜 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈?”

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Written by Persephone.

• 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 𝓈𝓊𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈 𝒾f 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝒹

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝓎𝓂𝓅𝒽𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓀𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒷𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒢𝑜𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈

𝐻𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝓊𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈’

𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒸 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽

𝐻𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉𝓈’ 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

𝐻𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓌𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝒾𝓉 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓏𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃, 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝓃 𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝓊𝓃𝒷𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓈 “𝐹𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈”

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 : 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓇𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒜𝓅𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓂, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝓁𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝑔𝑜𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝓊𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓈

Written by Persephone.