declanlynch:

_{mythology: persephone, queen of the underworld, goddess of spring} 

_{“Be to her, Persephone,
All the things I might not be;
Take her head upon your knee.
She that was so proud and wild,
Flippant, arrogant and free,
She that had no need of me,
Is a little lonely child
Lost in Hell,—Persephone,
Take her head upon your knee;
Say to her, “My dear, my dear,
It is not so dreadful here.}

_{requested by @wraithpirate & @fireremains} 

theexperimentingdetective:

Hades: *sitting outside a cafe, enjoying coffee and a newspaper* 
Cerberus: *sitting at his feet people-watching*

*A thud against the other side of the window they’re sitting beside makes them both look up*

Persephone, inside the cafe with both palms flat against the window and her face too close to the glass: CAN I PET YOUR DOG? 

crooked-queen:

florence welch as hades &. hozier as persephone // inspired by this post

when my time comes around
lay me gently in the cold dark earth
no grave can hold my body down
i’ll crawl home to her

                                    and I’d do anything to make you stay
                                    no light, no light
                                    no light
                                    tell me what you want me to say

niklausxcaroline:

greek mythology.

persephone ♡ goddess of spring.

persephene:

                                                               the story will tell
                     persephone was stolen from the flower field. but maybe underworld
                                                was the place she desired to be in.
                                                        maybe it felt like home.    

- persephone wanted the night so hades gave it to her by angelina s.

niklausxcaroline:

greek mythology.

persephone ♡ goddess of spring.

hynpos:

— Hades, about Persephone (x)

soothingheart:

moodboard: persephone; goddess of spring, queen of the underworld

sethkates:

greek goddess series ➳ persephone; goddess of spring and queen of the underworld

          "i am not pure
          nor powerless.

          i am not your fantasy
          of an innocent you can corrupt.

          you think he took me?
          you think i knew not what i did
          when i laughed and placed those crimson seeds
          upon my tongue?“ (x)

liniochtai:

ELLAS/HELAS #1 : PERSEPHONE
(French above, English below. This is published irl as a screenprinted book, each line goes with an illustration, reading left to right and top to bottom.)

---

Il suffisait d’un pépin. J’en étais consciente.

Maman ne peut pas croire que je suis partie. Les champs dorés suffisent à Maman. Ils sont à elle.

Elle ne comprend pas. Elle ne veut pas comprendre. Elle préfère me penser victime que fugueuse.

Ce monde est le sien, elle n’a pas besoin de plus. Mais moi, j’ai faim d’autre chose.

Quoi qu’en dise Maman, c’est moi qui ai croqué la grenade

C’est moi qui me suis couronnée.

---

It only took a seed. I was aware of that.

Mama can’t believe I’m gone.

The golden fields are enough for Mama. They’re hers.

She doesn’t understand. She doesn’t want to understand.

She’d rather see me as a victim than a fugitive.

This world is hers, she doesn’t need anything more. But I’m hungry for something else.

Whatever Mama says, I ate the pomegranate.

I crowned myself.