agamemnides

[agamemnides]

just  started  uni  again  sorry  I  haven’t  been  around  much

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Ship on Stormy Seas by Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky (Russian, 1817-1900)

#aesthetic. #agamemnon returning home 👀👀👀 #elektra's relationship with the sea is very much one of longing #the greeks are a seafaring people and yet before her father's death she has never been on a ship #the sea is the obstacle between herself and her father #and she knows one day it'll be the thing to bring him home

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if not, winter by sappho // ampio orizzonte by ettore tito // lesbos by sylvia plath

#musings #* dynamic / antigone. #* dynamic / achilles. #she has very diff relationships w/ both of them #but this is so true #they're the only two people who understand her

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TAKE  ME  MUSE  TO  THE  BIRTH  OF  PERSEPHONE,  to  a  land  never  touched  by  winter’s  claws,  sing  to  me  of  how  dawn  rises  each  morning,  fresh  and  rosy-fingered,  and  smiles  upon  the  land  for  she  knows  that  once  again  spring  is  here.  you  are  not  made  for  this  place,  wandering  elektra,  you  who  has  curses  in  your  blood  and  dark  magic  upon  your  tongue.  but  what  is  home  to  an  exile,  what  is  comfort  to  a  girl  crafted  from  grief   ?    glance  is  cast  towards  the  other  at  the  statement,  swift  memory  clasping  her  tight    :     there  was  magic  there  too,  her  father  used  to  say  it  was  the  purer  kind,  it  could  be  felt  in  the  wail  of  the  banshee,  echoing  through  the  dark  of  night,  or  tasted  in  the  blood  of  the  red  caps,  red  so  deep  it  was  almost  black  and  fresh  from  her  father’s  corpse,  it  could  even  be  heard  in  the  cry  of  the  mortal,  though  they  had  always  been  a  magic-less  kind,  painted  with  fear  of  the  boegyman.  

in  that  moment  it  is  grief  that  visits  the  daughter  of  agamemnon,  a  treacherous  betrayer  attempting  to  steal  her  away  in  his  grasp,  just  as  a  wolf  stalks  after  the  stumbling  foal  lost  in  the  dead  of  night,  just  so  does  he  wait  to  strike  and  slay  her  in  deep  this  foreign  land.  but  who  can  ambush  the  daughter  of  a  warrior,  lion-hearted  elektra,  whose  father  had  often  danced  with  the  souls  of  the  wild  hunt,  and  so  she  stifles  her  visitor,  watching  eternal  night  descend  over  his  eyes,  quelled  before  he  can  perform  any  mayhem,  except  a  single  tear  fallen  from  the  girls  eyes.  “  i  have  never  felt  more  magic  than  the  day  my  father  died,  as  i  watched  the  redcaps  lower  their  caps  into  his  wound  it  felt  as  though  my  very  blood  was  crying  from  my  veins,  as  though  it  knew  the  curse  had  taken  another,  that  their  maker  was  lost  from  this  plain.  ”  a  sigh  and  then,  “  how  can  it  be  i  have  likewise  never  felt  so  helpless,  as  though  i  had  gained  all  the  power  in  the  land  and  yet  none  of  the  means  to  wield  it.  ”

  @faespring  sent  :   ❛ magic was singing in me, through me. ❜

#faespring #* verse. / faerie #hope this is okay <33 #i know we haven't finished plotting stuff out but i really wanted to reply #i also definetly want to work her blood curse into this verse #i think it could be interesting when mixed with faerie magic

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elektra’s  life  exists  in  a  number  of  phases,  key  turning  points  within  her  myth  where  her  very  self  changes.  these  can  be  shown  in  the  varying  epithets,  each  inspired  by  different  homeric  heroes  whose  stories  align  with  her  own  at  particular  times  in  her  life.

before  her  fathers  death  she  is  fair-haired  elektra,  soft-cheeked  elektra. perhaps  there  was  even  a  time,  before  her  father  left  for  war  where  she  was  laughter-loving  elektra.  (  all  traditional  epithets  of  women  )

then she  is  noble  elektra,  much-enduring  elektra,  daughter  of  agamemnon,  shepherd  of  the  people.  she  is  vengeful  elektra,  lion-hearted  elektra,  even  war-like  elektra,  best  of  the  achaeans.  (  she  is  a  warrior,  she  is  vengeful  and  furious  just  like  the  men  who  fought  on  the  fields  of  troy  )

on  the  run  she  becomes  wandering  elektra,  resourceful  elektra,  the  girl  of  many  twists  and  turns.  and  she  is  always  much-enduring  elektra.  (   she  is  like  odysseus,  lost  and  unable  to  return  home  )

#about. #idk epithets are just a huge part of epic and how i like to write elektra #i'm not sure about how it changes after her and orestes are free of the furies

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flamebathe·.

❝   i’ll be sure to keep your tender sensibilities in mind next time.  ❞     words are said with a roll of their eye.   aalia’s eyes land on her and they can feel the dread inside of her.   perhaps it was because they could so easily see it on her or because they know what it’s like.   it devours and devours,   only there is nothing in front of you━━          just the rotten despair that comes with a monster’s heart.   they wonder then:   is that what runs through their blood,   too?   aalia knows what it’s like to be linked to a god of war,   but to be blessed by montuis to be thrown into the blurred edges of an ancient warrior’s memory.   what are your reasons,   you strange creature?   sparks of fire twist against their palm and then flow steadily to the sword in front of her,   until it starts to glow in a blue flame.    ❝   now pick up the blade and do it again.   less disappointing this time.   ❞

TELL  ME  MUSE  OF  THE  FLAMES  OF  BITTER  ANGER,  sing  to  me  of  ira’s  dark  claim  to  her  soul.  there  is  a  feast  inside  of  you,  lion-hearted  elektra,  in  which  monsters  devour  you  whole;  what  taste  is  there  but  the  bite  of  burning  rage,  of  the  scent  of  sweet  furor    :     soon  there  will  be  little  left  but  your  souls  rotting  remains.  she  is  a  girl  crafted  from  tragedy,  who  has  seen  too  frequently  the  dark  hand  of  death,  who  has  tasted  blood  fresh  upon  her  tongue.  and  yet  despite  such  adversity  she  is  not  one  to  accept  mindless  suffering,  the  injustice  of  it  bites  her  and  it  stings.  she  is  the  daughter  of  agamemnon,  lord  of  men,  shepherd  of  the  people;  a  mighty  warrior  never  far  from  the  fray  of  battle      --------       how  is  it  she  was  not  birthed  a  master  of  the  sword?  and  so  at  the  others  goading  she  cannot  help  but  fall  into  the  deep  embrace  of  furor,  a  biting   “   oh  fuck  off.  ”  quick  to  leap  from  her  tongue.  and  yet  such  anger  is  not  birthed  for  nothing,  icy  gaze  returns  swiftly  to  the  sword  before  her,  hands  steady  she  channels  her  anger,  until  for  a  second,  a  brief  glimpse  within  the  eternal  depths  of  chronos  the  sword  alights.  as  swift  as  a  deer,  wolf  fast  upon  its  heels,  just  so  the  flame  dies.  as  the  breathes  of  the  girl  fall  heavy  and  fast,  just  then  does  noble  elektra  rise  to  meet  her  trainers  eyes,  dropping  the  sword  once  more  at  their  feet.  “  there.  it  stayed  alight  that  time.  ”  just  for  a  second.  “  that’s  what  you  wanted,  wasn’t  it?  ”

#flamebathe #sorry elektra's so grumpy #she will try forever until she gets it right #but that doesn't mean she won't complain that it isn't easy the whole way.

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the shape of a girl, joan macleod

#musings.

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the statues of apollo and athena, at the academy athens, in a full moon night.

#aesthetic. #major divine vengeance vibes ....

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rubyfall​.

       A  GOADING  PRESENCE  ;   A  BIRD  AS  A  GIRL  ,  A  GIRL  AS  A  BIRD  .  the  raven  perches  beside  the  daughter  of  tragedy  ━  wherever  there  is  death  she  is  never  far  behind  .  every  bit  her  mother’s creature  she  does  not  speak  in  birdsong  but  prophecy  . ❛  if  you  leave  now  ,  you  get  nothing  .  ❜  it  is  a  taunt  as  much  as  it  is  an  encouragement  . ❛  i  can  go  with  you  ,  if  you  would  like  ?  ❜

SING  TO  ME  MUSE  OF  THE  SWEET  TASTE  OF  DEATH,  of  the  kiss  of  dark  hades,  of  the  touch  of  coarse  dirt.  you  are  touched  by  thanatos,  noble  elektra,  his  shadow  a  never  faltering  presence  at  your  side,  you  who  has  lost  so  many,  for  whom  life  has  never  truly  been  an  option.  it  is  a  lonely  path.  and  yet  there  is  something  familiar  in  the  girl  before  her,  in  the  silhouette  of  a  raven  perched  at  her  side,  and  so  the  daughter  of  agamemnon  finds  herself  turning  back  to  the  embrace  of  feather’s,  chasing  away  the  claws  of  loneliness,  a  slight  smile  forming  at  the  offer  of  aid.   “  i  would.  ”  a  slight  pause  and  then,  “  thank  you.  ”  winged  words  flee  sharp  and  swift,  a  desperate  attempt  to  hide  the  significance  of  the  other’s  offer.  “  it’s�� not  going  to  be  easy,  and  i  doubt  we’ve  come  across  our  last  death.  but  such  things  are  nothing  new  to  you  i’d  imagine.  ”  oh  daughter  of  agamemnon,  vessel  of  vengeance,  suffering  has  no  abandoned  you  yet.

#rubyfall #thank you for this ! #hope this is okay <33 #i can def see them becoming friends

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Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman, Haruki Murakami

#musings. #i really felt this :((( #elektra as she gets lost in the matricide

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WHAT FLAVOUR IS YOUR SOUL  ?

✦   𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓.    

ah little kraken,   bold are you.   restless sailor,   dauntless fighter,   lower your sword,   let me see your shield.   ah,   of course,   they are but the same object.   oh wave - tossed ruffian,   lend me some of your mettle would you?   you have been struck by the sharpest of spears yet you still stand here proudly.   but off your guard,   elsewhere of the battlefield,   you will find your spirit can parch others.   your words are but weapons crafted from your soul.   little lion,   sheathe your claws,  or  the  ones  you  love  most  will  suffer.  you do not have to be strong all the time love,   there’s nothing wrong with being soft.   vulnerability is not weakness,   and if it were,   what’s wrong with that?   strength is not always your greatest tool,    your heart is good.put down excalibur,   and use your words.  you’ll find they will carry you much farther.   not everything in life is a battle.

tagged by: @sunbruise​  <33

tagging:  @songecreux  (  antigone  !  ),  @atomancy​  ,   @dvaurga​   ,    @thdarklng​  &&  anyone  else  who  wants  to !

#about.

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𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐁𝐘  𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐈  𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐊  /  feel  free  to  change  pronouns  as  you  see  fit  !

❛ he doesn’t devour them really; it only feels that way. ❜

❛ i am not one of you, and don’t want to be, either. ❜

❛ i wasn’t old enough to be wise. so i loved her more. not less. ❜

❛ are you deranged? ❜

❛ don’t you dare lie to me! i will tear the truth out of your throat. ❜

❛ what an unequaled gift for disaster you have. ❜

❛ i was a glaring blot in the perfection. but i didn’t care: i didn’t feel i owed him beauty. ❜

❛ you’re a witch. ❜

❛ you idiot, what have you done now? ❜

❛ if you don’t want a man dead, don’t bludgeon him over the head repeatedly. ❜

❛ what a strange creature you are: don’t all peasant girls dream of princes and ballgowns?  ❜

❛ i could tell his frustration was that of a lover of beauty and perfection. ❜

❛ i should have known, strange things always happened to you. ❜

❛ i don’t know how to save him. ❜

❛ you impossible, wretched, nonsensical contradiction, what on earth have you done now? ❜

❛ living things don’t always stay where you put them. ❜

❛ magic was singing in me, through me. ❜

❛ there’s no kindness in offering false hope. ❜

❛ a few shadows slipped between your teeth. ❜

❛ kings don’t object to sharing once they’re dead. ❜

❛ he was a thing of alembics to me, library and laboratory. ❜

❛ i was still young and foolish enough at the time to believe myself and my magic likely to elicit admiration instead of alarm. ❜

❛ you tempted my selfishness and my pride at once. ❜

❛ will you cast it with me? ❜

❛ you aren’t a person, you are a lord and a wizard, a strange creature on another plane entirely, as far removed as storms and pestilence. ❜

❛ i wanted him to be human. ❜

❛ fortunately, i haven’t been nearly as stupid as you imagined. ❜

❛ i’m not going to give you a sword to fall on, if that’s what you insist on doing. ❜

❛ try not to borrow more folly than you already possess. ❜

❛ are you still incapable of recognizing a trap? ❜

❛ there’s a considerable distance between seeking perfection and irretrievable haste. ❜

❛ I didn’t feel sorry for him, but i understood him. ❜

❛ since you were a child, you’ve imagined yourself a hero out of legend. ❜

❛ she won’t embrace you. she won’t even know you. ❜

❛ i wanted all of it to burn. ❜

❛ put on your protection spell, as thickly as you can. ❜

❛ do you think i’d rather live like this? ❜

❛ it’s worse than dying… it’s worse. ❜

❛ you can’t heal absence. ❜

❛ stop looking like a frightened rabbit, sit up straight and smile. ❜

❛ what do you want? ❜

❛ success excuses all risks, surely. ❜

❛ what would you ask of your king? ❜

❛ i don’t like the way you go about getting the things you want. ❜

❛ they’re all vultures and he’s the lion. ❜

❛ you’re too young to be as strong as you are, that’s the trouble of it; you haven’t let go of people. ❜

❛ what is there besides people that’s worth holding on to? ❜

❛ you’re behaving like a child instead of a prince. ❜

❛ you already saved me. ❜

❛ we must put aside our mourning and our anger. ❜

❛ there’s always a price. ❜

❛ truth doesn’t mean anything without someone to share it with; you could shout truth into the air forever, and spend your life doing it, if someone doesn’t come to listen. ❜

❛ you learn to feel it less, or you learn to love other things. ❜

❛ stop disappearing before i have to put a bell on you. ❜

❛ i want you by me from now on. ❜

❛ you know we’ve already lost. ❜

❛ i wanted to stay angry at him a while longer, but i wanted the connection more. ❜

❛ i want to touch you, i want the crisp bite of your magic in my hands. ❜

❛ have you got any family left? ❜

❛ do you want me to go? ❜

❛ surely it’s not too much to ask a little patience. ❜

❛ let them cut me limb from limb first! ❜ 

❛ i’ll be sure to keep your tender sensibilities in mind next time. ❜ 

❛ come back to me. ❜ 

❛ will you come into the wood with me? ❜ 

❛ she was golden and stern, almost too beautiful to be living, and there was magic in my hands. ❜ 

❛ we are leaf and twig, nothing more. ❜ 

❛ but wanting cruelty felt like another wrong answer in an endless chain. ❜ 

❛ your sorrow and your fear will poison my roots. ❜ 

❛ you come and go like seasons, the winter that gives no thought to the spring. ❜ 

❛ we’re meant to go, we’re not meant to stay forever. ❜ 

❛ she’d remembered how to kill and how to hate, and she’d forgotten how to grow. ❜ 

❛ do you think the death of a witch turns all her works to dust? ❜ 

❛ come and meet my mother.  ❜ 

#memes. #<333 #love to get things going with more of you

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SING  TO  ME  MUSE  OF  A  GIRL  BIRTHED  FROM  BLOOD,  of  painted  red  lips  and  jaws  of  a  lion.  remember  the  first  taste  of  vengeance,  the  unleashing  of  furor    :      of  what  it  finally  felt  to  be  free.  you  have  revelled  in  your  new  self,  lion-hearted  elektra,  the  taste  of  hades  a  feast  for  your  lips.  no  longer  do  fear  and  regret  snap  at  her  heels,  just  as  a  pack  of  hounds  after  the  dead  mans  corpse,  nor  is  her  mind  filled  with  the  cries  of  lament,  she  is  no  longer  a  woman  ready  with  a  funeral  dirge.  instead  it  is  ira  who  visits  the  daughter  of  agamemnon,  rageful  ares  swift  at  her  side.   “  does  it  ever  grow  old     ------     the  killings  that  is?  will  my  mouth  ever  sigh  at  the  taste  of  sweet  flesh,  do  you  ever  grow  tired  of  the  power?  ”  a  glance  is  cast  towards  the  man  before  her,  winged  words  slipping  from  blood  soaked  lips.  as  eyes  cast  back  to  the  man  of  the  floor  resolve  hardens,  conviction  flooding  her  breath,  “  i  won’t.  how  can  other’s  claim  we’re  death  things?  this,  this  is  the  most  alive  i’ve  ever  felt. ”  for  what  is  death  to  you  now,  vengeful  elektra,  wrapped  in  thanatos’  cruel  embrace,  you  have  watched  the  light  leave  countless  men’s  eyes,  watched  the  dark  hand  of  death’s  inevitable  approach  and  yet  even  still  it  is  not  enough.  it  will  never  be  enough.  not  until  a  stake  strikes  straight  through  your  mother’s  heart.  

@vikoris  :   liked  for  a  starter.

#* verse. / vampire. #vikoris #hope this is okay ! #i'd love to do some plotting if you'd like ? #was thinking elektra has recently turned into a vampire #and kind of drunk on this sudden power that she's never felt before #but always killing her mother is in the back of her mind

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Homer’s The Iliad (tr. Robert Fagles)

#musings.

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SING  TO  ME  MUSE  OF  THAT  VICTIM  OF  FATE,  of  the  cruelty  of  the  gods  and  the  savagery  of  humans.  tell  me  again  of  those  servants  of  phoebus,  of  that  brother  and  sister  and  the  bloodied  sword  between  them.  what  are  you,  enduring  elektra,  but  a  slave  to  the  gods,  a  vessel  for  vengeance,  a  girl  built  for  a  curse?  and  yet  what  is  a  mortal  to  the  will  of  the  gods,  what  is  a  curse  but  for  their  entertainment;  and  yet  even  the  gods  cannot  twist  the  path  of  fate.  and  so  she  cannot  feel  used  by  divinity,  there  is  little  point  crying  out  into  the  night,  cursing  the  summit  upon  which  they  live,  nor  trying  to  change  her  path.  no,  instead  it  is  to  something  else  the  daughter  of  agamemnon  has  oft  felt  burdened,  compelled  by  a  force  far  more  present  than  the  hands  of  the  gods   :   it  is  instead  her  mother.  she  who  has  never  been  a  daughter  so  much  as  a  difficulty,  a  bloodline  to  be  rid  of,  the  last  remnants  of  a  husband  to  forget.  she  who  cursed  clytemnestra  has  forsaken,  replaced  by  a  damned  lover,  used  as  her  final  stand  against  the  house  of  atreus,  a  cruel  entertainment  to  please  aegisthus,  someone  to  be  married  and  rid  of.  she  has  been  used  more  than  any  before  her,  for  what  is  a  plaything  for  the  merriment  of  the  far-removed  gods,  compared  to  a  mother’s  final  piece  of  revenge.  

“  of  course  i  have  felt  used.  my  own  mother  has  betrayed  me,  i  am  little  more  than  a  piece  in  a  never  ending  blood-feud,  the  final  proof  of  my  mother’s  love  for  my  father’s  brother     ------     why  else  do  you  think  i’m  here?  ”  so  she  spoke,  winged  words  biting  as  her  gaze  rested  upon  the  man  before  her.  deep  beneath  that  corporate  facade  lay  something  deeper,  something  darker,  more  than  a  man  but  a  weapon,  servant  to  the  black  hand  of  death,  to  eternal  nox,  companion  to  hades  lord  of  the  dead.  it  was  he  lion-hearted  elektra  wished  to  visit.  “  i  am  here  for  revenge,  i  hear  you  can  be  of  help  in  that  service.  ”

@thdarklng  :  ❛  do you feel used?  ❜

#thdarklng #hope this is okay ! #i put it in your assassain verse like we discussed

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TAKE  ME  MUSE  TO  THE  EDGE  OF  THE  WINE-DARK  OCEAN,  to  the  far  reaches  of  oceanus’  domain,  and  sing  to  me  muse  the  song  of  the  nereides  that  beautiful  melody  lost  in  the  roar  of  the  waves.  you  are  no  stranger  to  the  sea,  noble  elektra,  your  people  have  long  been  masters  of  its  shores.  and  thus  it  is  memory  that  guides  her,  that  daughter  of  agamemnon,  hand  in  hand  leading  her  down  a  path  she  has  passed  many  times  before.  she  whispers  of  a  lost  childhood,  the  last  hopes  of  a  forgotten  youth,  of  a  young  girl  dancing  in  the  sand.  she  speaks  of  that  time  before  eris  and  discord,  before  that  kiss  of  man-slaying  ares,  when  the  fates  had  not  crafted  a  tragedy  out  of  her  life.  a  time  when  father’s  returned  home  and  life  was  coloured  by  magic,  not  smothered  by  the  dark  hand  of  death.  

just  as  an  orphaned  fawn,  lost  without  a  mother,  in  desperation  returns  back  to  the  field  it  has  always  called  home  for  though  it  knows  the  wolves  still  prowl  and  that  a  mother’s  corpse  is  fresh,  and  what  hope  is  left  but  to  cling  to  familiarity?  just  so  does  enduring  elektra  cling  to  the  tales  of  her  past,  stumbling  down  cobbled  path  to  that  little  house  at  the  end  of  the  lane.  it  is  then  that  fear  visits  the  daughter  of  agamemnon,  whispering  long-forgotten  tales  of  witches  and  creatures  lurking  in  the  night.  but  what  is  a  witch  but  a  creator  of  curses,  and  what  is  she  but  a  girl  forged  of  curses  running  as  blood  through  her  veins.  you  are  touched  by  hades,  lion-hearted  elektra,  you  are  nothing  but  a  play  thing  for  the  fates.  she  is  a  creature  of  vengeance,  bones  forged  in  fury  and  swift  rage  chases  fear  away.  and  so  the  daughter  of  agamemnon  crosses  the  threshold,  casting  herself  into  the  realm  of  hekate,  and  with  the  might  her  father,  agamemnon,  lord  of  men,  once  addressed  his  troops  just  so  did  noble  elektra  call.  “  i  am  here  for  the  witch  .  .  .  i  am  here  to  kill  my  mother.  ”

@dvaurga  liked  for  a  starter

#dvaurga #hope this works <33 #i set it in the sea witch au like we discussed

[agamemnides]

   starter   call   .    like  this  and  i’ll  write  up  a  starter  for  our  muses,  multi’s   please  specify.  if  you’d  like  it  in  a  specific  verse  /  time  period  please  specify,  else  i’ll  just  pick  something.  i  might  come  for  some  plotting  first.  <33

#working on these now <33