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the-evil-clergyman · a day ago
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“All her joints were loosened as she lay in the chair, and the fair Goddess the while was giving her gifts immortal.” from The Odyssey of Homer by W. Russell Flint (1924)
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mcsiggy · a day ago
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Redrew Bacchus and Ariadne with..
Bacchus and Ariadne lmao.
(nsfw version on my patreon)
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coffeeinthelibrary · 2 days ago
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I love how Orpheus just walked into the underworld and everyone was like "hey what the fuck dude" and then he started singing and they were just like "understandable have a nice day" that shits wild
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godsofhumanity · 2 days ago
Hades, returning home with a dog: Look, I got us a puppy!
Persephone: You literally went out to get milk.
Hades, holding the dog up: But he's so cute!
Persephone:
Persephone: We have 23 dogs, Hades.
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bornfreakdraws · 2 days ago
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“The two of us are very close associates, you know.”
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tsoad · 2 days ago
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HE IS STANDING OUTSIDE the tent when I return. His tunic is damp from where he knelt in the sea. His face is wrapped closed, but there is a weariness to its edges, like fraying cloth; it matches mine.
“Where have you been?”
“In the camp.” I am not ready yet, to tell him. “How is your mother?”
“She is well. You are bleeding.”
The bandage has soaked through.
“I know,” I say.
“Let me look at it.” I follow him obediently into the tent. He takes my arm and unwraps the cloth. He brings water to rinse the wound clean and packs it with crushed yarrow and honey.
“A knife?” he asks.
“Yes.” We know the storm is coming; we are waiting as long as we can. He binds the wound with clean bandages. He brings me watered wine, and food as well. I can tell by his face that I look ill and pale.
“Will you tell me who hurt you?”
I imagine saying, You. But that is nothing more than childishness.
“I did it to myself.”
“Why?”
“For an oath.” There is no waiting any longer. I look at him, full in the face. “I went to Agamemnon. I told him of your plan.”
“My plan?” His words are flat, almost detached.
“To let him rape Briseis, so that you might revenge yourself on him.” Saying it out loud is more shocking than I thought it would be.
He rises, half-turning so I cannot see his face. I read his shoulders instead, their set, the tension of his neck.
“So you warned him?”
“I did.”
“You know if he had done it, I could have killed him.” That same flat tone. “Or exiled him. Forced him from the throne. The men would have honored me like a god.”
“I know,” I say.
There is a silence, a dangerous one. I keep waiting for him to turn on me. To scream, or strike out. And he does turn, to face me, at last.
“Her safety for my honor. Are you happy with your trade?”
“There is no honor in betraying your friends.”
“It is strange,” he says, “that you would speak against betrayal.”
There is more pain in those words, almost, than I can bear. I force myself to think of Briseis. “It was the only way.”
“You chose her,” he says. “Over me.”
“Over your pride.” The word I use is hubris. Our word for arrogance that scrapes the stars, for violence and towering rage as ugly as the gods.
His fists tighten. Now, perhaps, the attack will come.
“My life is my reputation,” he says. His breath sounds ragged. “It is all I have. I will not live much longer. Memory is all I can hope for.” He swallows, thickly. “You know this. And would you let Agamemnon destroy it? Would you help him take it from me?”
“I would not,” I say. “But I would have the memory be worthy of the man. I would have you be yourself, not some tyrant remembered for his cruelty. There are other ways to make Agamemnon pay. We will do it.
I will help you, I swear. But not like this. No fame is worth what you did today.”
He turns away again and is silent. I stare at his unspeaking back. I memorize each fold in his tunic, each bit of drying salt and sand stuck to his skin. When he speaks at last, his voice is weary, and defeated. He doesn’t know how to be angry with me, either. We are like damp wood that won’t light.
“It is done then? She is safe? She must be. You would not have come back, otherwise.”
“Yes. She is safe.”
A tired breath. “You are a better man than I.”
The beginning of hope. We have given each other wounds, but they are not mortal. Briseis will not be harmed and Achilles will remember himself and my wrist will heal. There will be a moment after this, and another after that.
“No,” I say. I stand and walk to him. I put my hand to the warmth of his skin. “It is not true. You left yourself today. And now you are returned.”
His shoulders rise and fall on a long breath. “Do not say that,” he says, “until you have heard the rest of what I have done.”
- The Song of Achilles
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bubblyernie · 2 days ago
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A bit of Charmes for everyone
art tag // commission info // patreon (for the speedpaint)
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In classical definitions, hubris referred specifically to a defiance of the gods or of divine order. The contemporary definition of hubris, however, is broader. It includes the defiance of other types of authority, such as a general disregard for the limits of human capability. (Source).
1. V. E. Schwab / 2. Paul Gustave Doré / 3. Mary Shelley/ 4. The Bible / 5. Jacob Peter Gowy / 6. X
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mcsiggy · 2 days ago
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I couldnt help myself, I made a dionysus version.
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thelastbacchae · 2 days ago
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Ch. 5, Page 21. << Previous || Start Reading || Next >>
Who's gonna explain to the insurance agent the presence of an outraged pig in the garden, now?
(RIP Calvert house, let's all remember it in the peak of its youth. *sad montage with Fields of Gold as background music*)
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inc0rrectmyths · 3 days ago
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𝗔𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼: *indirectly talking* The brotherly urge to squeeze sister's cheeks.
𝗔𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗶𝘀: *also indirectly* The sisterly urge to punch brother's face.
𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗲𝘀: *panicking* Am I ANYhow third wheeling..?
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nysus-temple · 2 days ago
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Artemis: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.
Apollo: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.
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athenas-sw0rd · 2 days ago
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Patroclus: What’s your biggest fear?
Achilles: That I’ll never be good enough for anyone.
Odysseus: Everyone hates me and talks about me behind my back.
Diomedes : Planes.
Diomedes : they are so heavy! HOW CAN THEY FLY?
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