#bitesize

Of course, taking care of sacrifices, offerings, purifying lyma/miasma (cleansing spiritual impurity through katharmos), and otherwise upholding the societal values of ancient Greece was included in their responsibilities. However, the average citizen could take care of sacrifices, offerings, and even purifying miasma without priest involvement, making them unnecessary in smaller communities. The main difference between a priest and someone knowledgeable about rituals was the priests involvement with the city-state which often sponsored festivals, and provided benefits for priests and their families (prestige, wealth, etc.).

On top of that, priests were expected to give back to their community, and were often celebrated for their generosity.

A major (perhaps the most important) issue in the occupation of a priesthood was the possession of property and the willingness to spend money for the augmentation of the cult. Many priests and priestesses are honored not for their piety and the performance of rituals, but for their generosity. A Hellenistic honorary decree for a priestess of Demeter in Aenus underlines precisely the fact that she excelled in generosity during her term in office. --- Practitioners of the Divine, Page 37.

Related to telamons binding, i had this thought (its summer at my place and i smell HORRIBLE im musky and sweaty and bleh):

Another long day at work, god and worse of all the ace broke down! So all day you soaked up the stench of pizza and your own sweat, anyone could smell you from miles away probably

Taking off your uniform you gave it a quick sniff before scrunching up in disgust „oh no, youre going for the long cycle” before throwing the whole uniform into the washing machine with shit ton of products in hopes the stench comes off

Stepping under the shower, you were about to turn the water on, as suddenly a loud bang was heard from your living room! Before you could react the bathroom door barged open, and within that entered no other than goddamn telamon „oooh, i knew you smelled way tastier than you normally do~” the deity licked his lips, as if seeing piece of most delicious pizza slice this planet could provide „oh no no no! And no! Were not doing this right now! Im tired from work, and besides you ate me two days ago and yesterday made me preen your feathers for half the night!” But as you imagined, it fell deaf on ears for this oversized birdbrain

As your hand caught the water walve once more, wanting to finally wash all the work grime off, the water never came? Looking up, telamon used his own body to block the shower head from spraying you. Instead few drops of goldish drool fell down your face and body, to your utter disgust „the only thing cleaning you up today, shall be me”

Is this corny af? Yeah probably, do i care? LMAO NO

Two.

"The person coming to pick you up today—" her teacher prompts.

"Papa's boyfriend," Kasumi answers just as a familiar figure approaches them. "Sperm donor," she greets.

"Abomination," Katsuki acknowledges back. Neither of them notices the horrified look on the teacher's face.

Three.

"Let's go." Katsuki grabs his hand and tugs him toward the dance floor.

"Wait," Izuku protests. "What about Amaya-san?"

He frowns. "Why the fuck would I care about some girl I don't know when you're right here?!"

But that's the heroine, Izuku doesn't say, your fated partner.

Four.

"There's an empty grave in Chu with your name on it," says Katsuki unprompted.

"Have you paid respect to it yet?" Izuku muses.

"Why should I?" He sneers. "You're not dead. Everyone else can believe whatever but until I see it with my own eyes it means shit."

 Eyes wide. "Oh."

Five.

"Marry me," Katsuki says, heart racing but the words come out of him are firm and insistent. He never wanted anything more than this moment.

"K-Kacchan, that's so sweet and not that I'm saying no," Izuku says, cheeks flushed, "but we only just started dating three days ago."

Six.

"Ugly," Katsuki declares, looking down at the baby in his arms. "Such an ugly, wrinkling thing." His words are sharp, but his eyes are notably warm.

"Like father like son," Izuku teases. "He's yours alright."

"Yea," he murmurs, then he jerks up and glares at the laughing Izuku.

Seven.

"Kacchan, you can't sleep here anymore," Izuku says forlornly. Kacchan just stares at him, all woefully eyes, until he finally caves. "Fine! But only tonight, ok?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Kacchan the human glares at them. "I'm not letting that damn dog sleep on our bed!"

Eight.

"Take it out," Katsuki insists, fists clenching at his side.

The doctor frowns. "Bakugou-kun, I advise against this not only because of your young age but this is your third time. I can't keep doing surgery to remove your flowers everytime you fall in love with the same person."

Nine.

"You're doing great," Katsuki assures, letting Izuku grips his fingers forcibly despite knowing the fact that even with a quirk limiter on, Izuku could break his hand easily.

"Bakugou Katsuki," he grits out. "Shut. Up. You're never touching me again after this baby come out!"

Ten.

"We'll get through this," Katsuki assures him. "I'll fight for us."

Izuku is sixteen, nine weeks pregnant, and there's a war going on but in this moment of peace and quiet, his world narrows down to just Katsuki's hand around his belly and the new life is growing inside of him.

Eleven.

Izuku looks up at the giant wolf till their eyes finally meet. Green on red.

"Do I scare you, mortal?" He sneers, revealing a full set of sharp fangs.

Izuku shakes his head and lets himself fall right into the wall of fur in front of him. It's warm, he thinks. He's safe now.

Twelve.

"I'm ready, my lord!" Izuku says as he starts to disrobes. He doesn't know how it'll work between a man and a wolf but he'll surely figure it out.

"We're not going to have sex!" Katsuki hisses, looking absolutely appalled.

"No?" He frowns, trying not to sound disappointed.

Thirteen.

"Finally, we can all sit down and have a family dinner," Mitsuki says as Inko smiles warmly next to her.

Kastuki sneers. "Whatever."

"It's great," Izuku agrees, even as the words sound hallow to his ears and under the table, he feels Katsuki's hand wrap tightly around his own.

Fourteen.

Izuku carefully takes the muzzle off of him. "Do you remember me?" he asks.

The man blinks, dazed and confused but then, "D-deku?" he croaks out, voice unused for so long. "Deku." More sure now.

"Kacchan," he answers, voice shaking with barely held back tears. "You're home."

Fifteen.

"And if the child is quirkless?" Izuku asks, brutally straight to the point. "What would you do?"

Katsuki swallows, hands clenching tight at his side. "They're mine, so I would take good care of them," he asserts.

He smiles wistfully. "Then it's a deal. I'll be your surrogate."

Sixteen.

"That's a fat cat," Katsuki comments.

Izuku hurriedly bends down and scoops Fluffybottom into his arms. "He's not fat," he defends. "He saved me after you'd abandoned me, so don't insult my cat."

Katsuki freezes, hurt flashing across his face even though he has no right to it.

Seventeen.

"Kacchan," he begs, "can we not do this now? My flight is tomorrow."

Katsuki shakes his head. "Deku," he starts, then stops to correct himself. "Izuku," he swallows, "you drive me fucking insane but if I don't get this out now I—" His yearning is written all over his face.

Eighteen.

"I've long have forgiven you," Izuku tells him, but somehow Katsuki doesn't feel assure, "so Bakugou-san, let's not have anything to do with each other from now on. You live our own life and I'll live mine."

The rejection is kinder than he deserves and that what make it worst.

Nineteen.

"I'm not a glorified babysitter," Katsuki hisses. "It isn't part of my job to play bodyguard to some fucking dumb idol."

"Bullshit." Mirko gives him an unimpressed look. "I know you used your vacation hours to attend Deku's 3 days concert last month. You're a Deku stan, brat."

Twenty.

"Happy birthday." He grins, watching Katsuki holds the ultrasound picture dazedly. "We're having girl." Abruptly, he pulls Izuku into his arms. "