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#Deïanira
venicepearl · 9 months
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Deianira, Deïanira, or Deianeira also known as Dejanira, is a Calydonian princess in Greek mythology whose name translates as "man-destroyer" or "destroyer of her husband". She was the wife of Heracles and, in late Classical accounts, his unwitting murderer, killing him with the poisoned Shirt of Nessus. She is the main character in Sophocles' play Women of Trachis.
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kentucky-fried-thea · 6 months
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autism test tomorrow!!!
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hzaidan · 1 year
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11 Works, Artists' Interpretations of Hellenic legends, The Rape of Deianira, with footnotes #188
Deianira, Deïanira was a Calydonian princess in Greek mythology whose name translated as "man-destroyer" or "destroyer of her husband". She was the wife of Heracles and, in late Classical accounts, his unwitting murderer, killing him with the poisoned Shirt of Nessus. She is the main character in Sophocles' play Women of Trachis…
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ihrthobie · 11 months
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priyanka (formerly deïanira/zukudni on here) minor, BIGGEST hobie brown fan, spiderverse enjoyer, miguel o'hara hater, cancer, blasian latine, SHE/HE, transfem, intersex
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kashikore · 2 years
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for the new ppl who see my blog just know I’m nice asl
and if you see me interacting with Keishy or deïanira
That’s not me bc I’m nice 🙃
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arrak1s · 2 years
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Mutuals
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@hajiluvr ✷ keishy
@onixux ✷ lia
@milliumizoomi ✷ ali
@katsdni ✷ teddy
@zukudni ✷ deïanira
@mumawash ✷ hizu
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katsukissy · 2 years
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE
THANK U DEÏANIRA MY DEAREST <3
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boycigs · 2 years
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.. why are all my female moots like angel offspring (super tall) and my male moots are like .. average
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zeusdni · 2 years
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deïanira! she/he, minor, walking greek tragedy, pretty boy, pretty girl, living library, hopeless romantic, serial analyzer, hera apologist, silena stan, pro hades, jason anti, zeus anti, luke anti, percy and annabeth enthusiast, hera apologist, pro hazel! lesbian
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kyrkogaard · 7 years
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✞ @daggeress
✞ Deïanira was in need of a new ritual dagger. Her old one just didn’t cut it anymore, kind of felt wrong to use, and she generally just wanted a new one. Though she had no idea where to find one that she deemed fit, browsing the second hand stores in city for a dagger she could use. It certainly wasn’t too easy, especially considering knivlagen, which prohibited anyone from even selling her a knife. Of course there were always shops who didn’t ask for id, but so far each shop had and, since she was too young, she had to lie that she forgot her id. Thus, no knife for her.
The shop she had just spotted, however, might actually be a success. It was small, didn’t seem to earn all too much money (which meant the owner would be glad about any krona he earned), and the store windows looked like exactly the kind of things she could need. She had to focus though, she only had enough for a pretty high-quality dagger (and it had to be high-quality, lest she did not want to die of BLOOD POISONING.
When she entered her gaze immediately fell upon a small table in a certain corner of the room. She did not know why, but something about that table almost magically attracted her attention, and she came closer. There were five to six knives in all shapes and forms on it, but one seemed especially fit. It was a dagger, just as she needed, silver with ripled steel, and she knew she had to have it. So she grabbed it, and immediately felt there was something... Odd about it. It had a certain aura, and she wasn’t sure whether or not that aura was GOOD. But she would have enough time to find that out, once she got out of the shop.
She went to the cash register and, as expected, wasn’t asked for her id, simply paid and left, clinging on to the dagger, before she took a decent look at it outside. It was beautiful though strange, and she loved it - at least she thought so, in that very specific moment. 
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13xwishes · 7 years
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{for the blindfolded meme} »i sometimes... miss my father«, Deïanira whispered, knowing full well the other girl wouldn't recognise her voice, much less know what her father did or why it was such a bad thing to miss him.
Blindfold Meme
🌟 As You Wish! 🌟 || @kyrkogaard
Under the blindfold, despite not being able to see the person, Gigi couldn’t help but feel somewhat... sympathetic and... understanding...
The subject of her own father was always... hard. He had never been terrible to her at all, but Gigi missed him terribly. The downside of being a genie was that seeing your own family would be very rare nowadays. Her father could be anywhere... and she would never know if she would see him again...
     ❝ I... I know how you feel... ❞
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katsukissy · 2 years
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I did actually physically slide down the wall 💀 my mother stopped and asked me "did one of your mentally ill boys die again deïanira?"
WHBEHE THE WAY SHE AUTOMATICALLY KNEW💀💀💀
currently waiting for a certain mentally i’ll and morally dubious boy to slide into deïaniras inbox🫡
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kyrkogaard · 7 years
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✞ @courtcsy
✞ Deïanira had not been to the more noble events that were still considered parties a lot, but today she was attending one, unsure of how to act and feeling incredibly out of place. Everyone seemed to know what they were doing, and even though she thought she deserved to be in the spotlight any looks still made her kind of uncomfortable, thinking she didn’t look as perfect as she could, and scared people were judging her. It was a weird game of pull-the-rope, with her desire for attention on the one and her fear of being judged on the other hand. So her tactic was to get limited attention, searching for someone her age and walking towards her once a fitting person was found.
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»Hello. I’m Deïanira« (using her full name to seem more noble) »and what’s your name?«
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