Gryph the Condor

New fic (you might have already seen it tho, I posted the snippet a while back)

As for my own thoughts of this topic I think a big reason in this AU Athena struggles with body image does derive from what she embodies.

Judgment AU Athena doesn't strike me as an individual who feels like she does not match the ideal form of feminine beauty (Aphrodite)

Too muscular, too muscular, scarred, etc. Too Masculine almost. She despite her position is still a woman. She is still tied to abstract forms of beauty through craft and tactics, there is a finesse and grace to these things.

I guess this incident could lead her to lose sight of the beauty in her craft, resigning herself to think she needs to act above beauty and think purely practically.

Maybe even seek out ways to act more masculine.

Heck, she at first disguises herself as a man named Mentor to talk to Telemachus. Wouldn't it be interesting to see how this version of Athena feels about this form?

A big part of why this version of Athena has difficulties with her body is because she has no firm connection to it. Her mind and her body feel disconnected to her, like she's just maneuvering a car (or a chariot rather)

So whenever her body is being acknowledged or acknowledges itself in any way she's like D: it's alive ew.

Normally it's like yeah apparently we all do this, not that happy with my body but who cares, it's useful to me and I will do maintenance to keep it functional and quiet. Which in turn helps her to accept her bones, her blood, and her muscles more easily because they are useful. If you see anything of her and it's part of what makes her a good fighter, she'd be chill with that.

It is kind of intertwined with her gender because as a virgin goddess she's like. Everything related to female reproduction and having children is useless to me. I do not like anything in my body that is soft or useless and this stuff serves me no purpose (the fact that she hasn't gotten rid of her breasts is honestly a miracle but I wouldn't hold my breath that it won't still happen). Not specifically I hate being a woman but rather I hate this useless tuning on my car. Which would lead to her male disguises um. Also not being anatomically correct where clothes cover them.

I appreciate the clarity on this. "Athena seeing the body as a vehicle and nothing more"

Which I suppose does lend itself to seeing all beauty as frivolous as Athena's projection of her insecurity.

Much like one of Aesop's fables about the fox and the grapes.

Driven by hunger, a fox tried to reach some grapes hanging high on the vine but was unable to, although he leaped with all his strength. As he went away, the fox remarked "Oh, you aren't even ripe yet! I don't need any sour grapes." People who speak disparagingly of things that they cannot attain would do well to apply this story to themselves.[4] (yes I checked Wikipedia for a quote)

Discretion is advised because I am going to get more in-depth with the dismorphya and disorders.

I wouldn't even say that Athena views all beauty as frivolous (at least initially. feeling bad about yourself can make you very judgmental of others even involuntarily but idk if I want to go that route with her yet. Ik she's kinda slutshaming Aphrodite in the first chap but tbh I view that more as a kneejerk reaction to feeling vulnerable and a how the hell can you not feel uncomfortable like this while I can't even handle things that *are* covered by social norms.

I kinda view Athena in this version as someone who does see the value of people being different from her. To use the point from earlier, she just thinks her own breasts are useless and wrong, she doesn't think so for other women. (not to say that Athena's view of bodies is healthy or particularly philanthropic, in her defense though, she literally can't imagine *liking* your own body so she's assuming others at least in part feel this way too)

Dysmorphia and ED talk under the cut

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New fic (you might have already seen it tho, I posted the snippet a while back)

As for my own thoughts of this topic I think a big reason in this AU Athena struggles with body image does derive from what she embodies.

Judgment AU Athena doesn't strike me as an individual who feels like she does not match the ideal form of feminine beauty (Aphrodite)

Too muscular, too muscular, scarred, etc. Too Masculine almost. She despite her position is still a woman. She is still tied to abstract forms of beauty through craft and tactics, there is a finesse and grace to these things.

I guess this incident could lead her to lose sight of the beauty in her craft, resigning herself to think she needs to act above beauty and think purely practically.

Maybe even seek out ways to act more masculine.

Heck, she at first disguises herself as a man named Mentor to talk to Telemachus. Wouldn't it be interesting to see how this version of Athena feels about this form?

A big part of why this version of Athena has difficulties with her body is because she has no firm connection to it. Her mind and her body feel disconnected to her, like she's just maneuvering a car (or a chariot rather)

So whenever her body is being acknowledged or acknowledges itself in any way she's like D: it's alive ew.

Normally it's like yeah apparently we all do this, not that happy with my body but who cares, it's useful to me and I will do maintenance to keep it functional and quiet. Which in turn helps her to accept her bones, her blood, and her muscles more easily because they are useful. If you see anything of her and it's part of what makes her a good fighter, she'd be chill with that.

It is kind of intertwined with her gender because as a virgin goddess she's like. Everything related to female reproduction and having children is useless to me. I do not like anything in my body that is soft or useless and this stuff serves me no purpose (the fact that she hasn't gotten rid of her breasts is honestly a miracle but I wouldn't hold my breath that it won't still happen). Not specifically I hate being a woman but rather I hate this useless tuning on my car. Which would lead to her male disguises um. Also not being anatomically correct where clothes cover them.

I appreciate the clarity on this. "Athena seeing the body as a vehicle and nothing more"

Which I suppose does lend itself to seeing all beauty as frivolous as Athena's projection of her insecurity.

Much like one of Aesop's fables about the fox and the grapes.

Driven by hunger, a fox tried to reach some grapes hanging high on the vine but was unable to, although he leaped with all his strength. As he went away, the fox remarked "Oh, you aren't even ripe yet! I don't need any sour grapes." People who speak disparagingly of things that they cannot attain would do well to apply this story to themselves.[4] (yes I checked Wikipedia for a quote)

Discretion is advised because I am going to get more in-depth with the dismorphya and disorders.

New fic (you might have already seen it tho, I posted the snippet a while back)

As for my own thoughts of this topic I think a big reason in this AU Athena struggles with body image does derive from what she embodies.

Judgment AU Athena doesn't strike me as an individual who feels like she does not match the ideal form of feminine beauty (Aphrodite)

Too muscular, too muscular, scarred, etc. Too Masculine almost. She despite her position is still a woman. She is still tied to abstract forms of beauty through craft and tactics, there is a finesse and grace to these things.

I guess this incident could lead her to lose sight of the beauty in her craft, resigning herself to think she needs to act above beauty and think purely practically.

Maybe even seek out ways to act more masculine.

Heck, she at first disguises herself as a man named Mentor to talk to Telemachus. Wouldn't it be interesting to see how this version of Athena feels about this form?

So.

Picture this. Hera just got dumped recently, so she decides to go on a winter mountain cabin vacation, read some books, drink hot chocolate, go showshoeing, yk, get some me-time

She rents a cabin kinda low on the mountain since the one higher up is already rented out and does her thing for a few days.

Then, one morning, she's out and about in the snow when she thinks she heard something strange in the distance. She ties a rope from her belt to a tree so she can't get too far off-course and ventures into the direction.

Snow is falling again, visibility is getting worse, and she's about to turn around when she stumbles over something.

Or rather someone.

A woman crouches in the snow, half-buried at this point. She is cradling an unconscious girl in her lap, both of their lips blue with cold.

The woman yelps, looks up at Hera, her startling grey eyes bleary and desperate.

"Please," she gets out through chattering teeth. "Help, please, she won't wake up. I can't carry her anymore..."

Hera jumps into action instantly. She's not weakened from the cold so she manages to lift the girl and lets the woman lean on her side as they slowly and painstakingly make their way back to the cabin.

Hera learns that the woman's name is Metis and the girl's name is Athena, and that they were fleeing from the woman's husband after a fight turned violent.

Outside the cabin, the snow keeps falling, and by morning, they are hopelessly snowed in. But at least they're safe.

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Hehe.

Tenna art by @9Aaaalt29 on twt

The crowd roared in confused enthusiasm as Tenna gave a gracious flurry of low-FPS bows, pausing only for the occasional stink-nose at his audience plants who weren’t throwing enough 3D roses.

Eventually, the room fell silent. It was Senshi’s turn to speak.

He puffed out his chest, took a long, sweeping look over the audience… and shook his head.

“I can see not all of you are eating properly.”

The crowd murmured with embarrassment.

“I don’t know who needs to hear this, but it’s time to take the turkey out of your icebox. I have seen the ingenious technology with which your people store food... and I have also seen the waste which results from such convenience.

“The food you take had a life. Beasts grew fat on the grass of the field, plants grew from the sun’s rays, and mushrooms grew from minerals in the cracks of caves. And yet, it sits in your iceboxes, collecting moisture until it perishes.

“Eat what is given to you. Because its life will make you stronger, too.”

Without another word, Senshi left his podium and stepped away from the stage. The crowd murmured in confusion. “Is he really like that?” somebody said. “I only remember reblogging the photosets of him tripping and showing ass.”

--

Back in the Green Room, Tenna wrung his antennas nervously.

“Y-y-you think they liked me!? They HAD to!! I mean, I don’t know what Asgore was thinking, getting that weird haircut and running that food waste campaign, but… YOU thought I did good, didn’t you, Kris?”

Laios nodded aggressively, a streak of blue face paint peeling from his forehead.

“You did AMAZING, Tenna! By the way, now that we’ve seen all your insider campaign secrets, do you have any more videos of Susie? Especially her tail... If I could get a look at that, I could finally tell if she’s a dinosaur or --”

THWACK. Fake antlers butted Laios’s head.

“LAIOS?? Weren’t we dressed up to help SENSHI???” Marcille hissed, gesturing awkwardly with her hooves.

Suddenly, Tenna turned to the two adventurers.

“Hey, WAIT a second. SOMETHING’s not right here...”

Laios and Marcille held their breath.

“Where the heck are my POINTS!?”

Just then, the door opened. Chilchuck took one step into the room, whistling and holding a large bag.

Everyone turned to him.

Chilchuck paused, took a step backwards, and closed the door.

“CHILCHUCK!!!” yelled Tenna.

“How come Chilchuck got to stay Chilchuck!?” yelled Marcille at the same time.

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