#aeëtes

[spiaem]

old ae drawing i never posted

#dnd #oc oc oc #art #aeëtes lamarca #port

[scriptorsapiens]

Classicstober Day 6: Medea (𐀕𐀆𐀂𐀀)

The OG (original girlboss). Her father was Aeëtes, the son of Helios and King of Colchis. Her story is a fascinating tale that evolves from a romance to a tragedy, and it makes her one of the most compelling characters in Greek mythology. She fell in love with Jason, and it was through her that he survived the quest to find the Golden Fleece. After this, they were married and lived together in Thebes until Jason decided to be The Worst and her life became a tragedy. No spoilers, but please look her up if you get the time.

How does one begin to describe Regina George Medea? Firstly, I decided to make Medea blonde. I figured that if Pasiphaë, her aunt, had physically glowing hair then Medea might have inherited some of the lightness from that side of the family, though in her case the color is much more natural. I also think it makes it more easy for her to be villain coded for her later actions. Her paleness also reflects that Colchis was both far from the standard world of the Bronze Age Mediterranean and farther north.

I tend to do LOTS of research for my art, especially when depicting ancient historical cultures, and I was mildly surprised to find that Bronze Age Colchis was a rich and thriving culture (although an illiterate one, so my use of Linear B here is just for funsies). Archaeologists have found TONS material remains from their crafts (their work with metal is particularly well preserved, so Medea gets to wear some very accurate jewelry) it was a NIGHTMARE to find any references for Bronze Age Colchian clothing. When I did find it, a single source, I was amazed by how modern it looked and I decided to use it anyway even though it does look a lot like a modern sun-dress. That's the Tiffany Effect for you.

For the colors I decided to go with red, the ancient color of royalty so of course the proud Aeëtes would dress his daughter in it, and purple. Even more than red, purple was THE color of ancient royalty, but for whatever reason I found that purple was specifically used to describe the clothing of Helios. Considering Helios lets Medea borrow his chariot in her Grand Finale Escape, I assume they were pretty close so she gets to wear his color too.

#classicstober #medea #colchis #bronze age #linear b #greek mythology #ancient greek mythology #tagamemnon

[flaroh]

The Colchian Dragon 🐉🔮🏆

January's subject theme was "dragon" to celebrate the upcoming Lunar New Year 🧡 We meet this dragon during Jason and the Argonaut's quest to steal the Golden Fleece from King Aeëtes of Colchis. The fleece hung on the branches of an oak tree, and was guarded by a fearsome dragon. According to myth, Jason was helped by the king's sorceress daughter, Medea, who put the dragon to sleep with a special potion allowing them to access the hanging treasure. In one version of events depicted on this redfigure (courtest of Theoi.com), Jason was first swallowed and disgorged by the dragon, which is being shown here. Thank you to my patrons for choosing the subject in last month's poll! Patrons in January will be receiving digital downloads, wallpapers, and a print and sticker of this illustration 🧡 patreon.com/flaroh

#lunar new year #LNY2024 #year of the dragon #greek myth #jason and the argonauts #flaroh illustration #illustration #flaroh

[epicthemusicalstuff]

Circe Saga Countdown: 9 days!!

Circes three most referenced siblings (all children of Helios like her) are Aeëtes, the father of Medea, Pasiphaë, the mother of the Minotaur, and Perses.

#Epic the musical #epic the Circe saga #epic the Circe saga countdown #Circe

[whencyclopedia]

Golden Fleece

The Golden Fleece is the fleece of a flying, winged ram named Crius Chrysomallos, or 'Golden-fleeced Ram', in Greek mythology. It is best known from the story of Jason and the Argonauts, who were sent by Pelias, the ruler of Iolcos, to retrieve it from Aeëtes, the king of Colchis.

According to the Roman poet Ovid (43 BCE to 17 CE) in his Metamorphoses, Chrysomallos, the golden-fleeced ram, was the son of Poseidon, the god of the sea, and Theophane, the daughter of Bisaltes, a son of Helios and Gaia. Theophane was a beautiful woman, which meant she was often inundated with men. Poseidon carried her away to the island of Crumissa, where he transformed her into a ewe and himself into a ram. After laying with each other in ewe and ram form, Chrysomallos the golden-fleeced ram was born. The ram was sent by Nephele, a cloud nymph to save her children Helle and Phrixos from being sacrificed. He carried Phrixos all the way from Orchomenos in Boeotia to Colchis, but Helle fell off off the ram's back on the journey and plunged into the sea. When they reached Colchis, Phrixos sacrificed the Ram and laid its golden fleece in a sacred grove to Ares. This golden fleece would then become the object Jason and his Argonauts were sent to retrieve.

Chrysomallos, the Golden-fleeced Ram

Athamas was the king of a Boeotian city, Orchomenos in southeast Greece. He married Nephele, a cloud nymph, and they had two children, Phrixos and Helle. Athamas began to neglect Nephele and became enamoured with Ino, the daughter of Cadmus, the king of Thebes. Athamas deserted Nephele and married Ino, who held no love for her stepchildren. Ino was furious that Phrixos and Helle were Athamas' heirs, not her children with the king. So, Ino hatched a plan to dispose of Phrixos and Helle to clear the path for her children. Ino corrupted the realm's grain, which meant that it would not germinate when it was sown. In response to this sudden agricultural devastation, Athamas sent messengers to consult with the Oracle of Delphi to see what could be done. Ino however, intercepted the messengers and persuaded them to falsely report back to her husband that the way to resolve their grain problem was to sacrifice Phrixos (and in some sources, Helle, too).

Athamas was convinced he had to sacrifice his firstborn child (or children), but before they could be killed, Nephele sent the golden-winged ram to save her children. They were successfully whisked away from Athamas and Ino, but on their journey, Helle either became dizzy from looking down or lost her balance, and she plummeted into the sea. The place in which she fell became known as the Hellespont, or "Helle's Sea", and this area is now known as the Dardanelles. Phrixos survived the journey and safely disembarked the ram in the region of Colchis. He was welcomed by Aeëtes, the king of Colchis, son of Helios and brother to Circe and Pasiphaë. Next, depending on the source, Phrixos either sacrificed the ram or the ram itself gave his fleece to the boy before ascending into the stars to become the constellation Aries. Either way, Phrixos gave the golden fleece to Aeëtes, who hung it on an oak tree in a sacred grove to Ares and had it guarded by a large serpent, known as the Colchian Dragon, that never slept.

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#History #GoldenFleece #GreekMythology #GreekReligion #WHE #[ #]

[petrichara]

My favourite quotes from Circe by Madeline Miller

However gold he shines, do not forget his fire.

When we are young, we think ourselves the first to have each feeling in the world.

But when he turned to me, I felt the shock of that old love between us.

(..) Aeëtes’ face was calm, as if my father’s anger were only another thing in the room, a table, a stool.

I will not be like a bird bred in a cage, too dull to fly even when the door stands open.

For a hundred generations, I had walked the world drowsy and dull, idle and at my case. I left no prints, I did no deeds. Even those who loved me a little did not care to stay. Then I learned that I could bend the word to my will, as a bow is bent for an arrow. I would have done that toil a thousand times to keep such power in my hands. I thought: this is how Zeus felt when he first lifted the thunderbolt.

If my childhood had given me anything, it was endurance.

Yet because I knew nothing, nothing was beneath me.

Well? What do you have to say to me? You threw me to the crows, but it turns out I prefer them to you.

But gods are born of ichor and nectar, their excellences already bursting from their fingertips. So they find their fame by proving what they can mar: destroying cities, starting wars, breeding plagues and monsters. All that smoke and savour rising so delicately from our altars. It leaves only ash behind. (..) I wanted to seize her by the shoulders. Whatever you do, I wanted to say, do not be too happy. It will bring down fire on your head. I said nothing, and let her dance.

A golden cage is still a cage.

None shrank and simpered as you did, and yet great Helios stepped on you all the faster, because you were already crouched at his feet.

‘They are not like us.’ / ‘I am not like you.’

But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.

It was not desire, not even its barest scrapings. It was a sort of rage, a knife I used upon myself. I did it to prove my skin was still my own.

Like a snake, the poets might say, but I knew snakes better by then. Give me the honest asp, who strikes me if I trouble him and not before.

When he was gone, would I be like Achilles, wailing over his lost lover Patroclus? I tried to picture myself running up and down the beaches, tearing at my hair, cradling some scrap of old tunic he had left behind. Crying out for the loss of half my soul. I could not see it. That knowledge brought its own sort of pain. But perhaps that is how it was meant to be.

Two children he had had, and he could not see either clearly. But perhaps no parent can truly see their child. When we look we see only the mirror of our own faults.

All the things he had done in life must now stand as they were.

The anger stood out plain and clean on his face. There was a sort of innocence to him, I thought. I do not mean this as the poets mean it: a virtue to be broken by the story’s end, or else upheld at greatest cost. Nor do I mean he was foolish or guileless. I mean that he was made of only himself, without the dregs that clog the rest of us. He thought and felt and acted, and all these things made a straight line. No wonder his father had been so baffled by him. He would have been always looking for the hidden meaning, the knife in the dark. But Telemachus carried his blade in the open.

Amusement flashed in his eyes. I had fed off that look once, when I was starving and thought such crumbs a feast.

He took my hand. The gesture was like a bard’s. But were we not in a sort of song? This was the refrain we had practiced so often.

I had been old and stern for so long, filled with regrets and years like a monolith. But that was only a shape I had been poured into. I did not have to keep it.

Circe, he says, it will be alright. It is not the saying of an oracle or a prophet. They are words you might speak to a child. (..) I listen to his breath, warm upon the night air, and somehow I am comforted. He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

Overhead the constellations dip and wheel. My divinity shines like the last days of the sun before they drown in the sea. I thought once that gods are the opposite of death, but I see now they are more dead than anything, for they are unchanging, and can hold nothing in their hands.

All my life, I have been moving forward, and now I am here. I have a mortal’s voice, let me have the rest. I lift the brimming bowl to my lips and drink.

#quotes #mine #Circe #this was a beautiful read

[mermaidenmystic]

Circe by Adolf Frey-Moock (Swiss/German painter, 1881-1954)

"Circe is an enchantress and a minor goddess in ancient Greek mythology and religion. She is either a daughter of the Titan Helios and the Oceanid nymph Perse or the goddess Hecate and Aeëtes. Circe was renowned for her vast knowledge of potions and herbs." ~Wikipedia

[gallifreywhere]

Ohhhh UNIT dating controversy~ new dated adventure just dropped in! In Josephine and the Argonauts, the Doctor's exile has already been lifted by the Time Lords, Jo & him have been through their Spiridon misadventure, and they left our universe for Zeus' in October 1973 (p.166) Jo has been the Doctor's assistant for a few years (p.105) and the Master's been stuck there as King Aeëtes for a long time, long before the Doctor and Jo joined him there.

#doctor who lore #unit dating controversy #doctor who #josephine and the Argonauts #third doctor #unit family #dweu

[virgils-muse]

So you guys know how Bownes is like kinda doing “magic” (the spells in question are very heavily influenced by how witches were defined in the Hellenic pantheon, such as Circe, Aeëtes, Medea, etc.)

#cjrp #🦷🎀 anon #Reblogging for a bigger sample size is always appreciated

[just-rogi]

The fucking contrast between being told every day that I’m too much and annoying and need to stop talking and that no one cares about my history facts or tangents by friends- and having my other friend ask me today about the historical canon of book I offhandedly mentioned loving- which he read in a WEEK- and going on an hour tangent about Greek canon of the Iliad/ Odyssey vs the Oresteia and Iphigenia and Post-homerica and how you need to understand the cultural context of gender, family structure and the differences in taboo of patricide vs matricide vs fratricide vs infanticide and the role of women in Greek society and how the dynamics of Iphigenia/Orestes/ Electra/ Agamemnon/Clytemnestra contrast with Media/Aeëtes/ and Absyrtus and Odysseus/ Telemachus/Circe/Telegonus and after realizing I started tangenting about how there is no ONE Greek canon las it was passed down orally and changed as the society around it did (with a sidebar about the accuracy of any ‘direct’ that lacking the same intent as the original and how I believe the most accurate translation of Shakespeare would be one in informal English with contemporary references and humor) and how I personally believe that Circe can NEVER be 100% accurate to Greek canon because it was written from the perspective of a woman- but is absolutely phenomenally accurate to the myth is and by writing sympathetically the perspective of a scorned female character you are adapting the myth for a modern audience as society needed it to change which is 100% in the spirit of Greek mythology and is in that regard a much BETTER translation than a lot of these line for line translation that are completely alien to a modern audience who lacks the context of the complexed social dynamics of Ancient Greek domestic and familial life. I went on an hour long fucking lecture via discord call for THREE friends and when I apologized for talking so much they begged me to keep going and said they give me blanket permission to always assume that they will want to hear any fun history fact I want to share . Like .. fuck. I’m sorry I’m just so frustrated I spent the past year really genuinely believing that everyone really is just sick of me all the time and that no one ever listens to me when I speak so I should just shut up. Im only now realizing how much of a poor match my roomates situation I’m so excited to move in September.

#I’m literally going from people who roll their eyes when I talk about history and literature #to my friend who signed us up for lesbian book club #and got genuinely excited when I mentioned buying a book on the history of Salt and it’s cultural impact #like… i still like my current roomates #but I’m just so happy to be moving out #bc I’m finally valuing myself

[thaliasthunder]

coming home again 😌

chapters 1-5

WHEN I WAS BORN, the name for what I was did not exist. -> SO WE BEGIN

By then they had learned what the four of us were. You may have other children, they told her, only not with him. But other husbands did not give amber beads. It was the only time I ever saw her weep. -> 👁👁

“A prince, I think.” “A prince?” my mother said. “You do not mean a mortal?”-> omg i dont remember if its odysseus or another

"And her chin. There is a sharpness to it that is less than pleasing.” -> oh oh once i read something about this related to the ancient world but i'll make a another post about it

damnnn, my girl is named HAWK

My father has never been able to imagine the world without himself in it. -> ….. apollo where u at

His flesh was hot as a brazier, and I pressed as close as he would let me, like a lizard to noonday rocks. -> this comparation was lovely

“You,” he said to my luminous sister Pasiphaë. “You will marry an eternal son of Zeus.” He used his prophecy voice, the one that spoke of future certainties -> oh pasiphaë what awaits u 💀💀💀

“Father, I feel strange.” -> humanity? power? firsts glimpses of satisfaction from humans' pain? dont be shy girl tell me

“That he fucks them, of course. That’s how he makes new ones." -> okay i was not expecting that explanation neither that lenguage 💀💀💀

Such were my years then. I would like to say that all the while I waited to break out, but the truth is, I’m afraid I might have floated on, believing those dull miseries were all there was, until the end of days.-> oh the poetry of melancholy

There had only been Titans once, at the dawning of the world. -> MA'AM DONT

“Is it true that you refused to beg for pardon? And that you were not caught, but confessed to Zeus freely what you did?” “It is.” “Why?” “Perhaps you will tell me. Why would a god do such a thing?” -> ….....oh

My uncle Boreas and Olympian Apollo had fallen in love with the same mortal youth. -> EJKCJEK APOLLO Y HYACINTHUS MY BELOVEDS 😭

“You think I’d let Apollo have him? He does not deserve such a flower. I blew a discus into the boy’s head, that showed the Olympian prig.” -> oh u son of a bitch

Circe was the first word he ever spoke, and the second was sister. -> Aeëtes my young little boy <3

How does your divinity feel? “What do you mean?” “Here, let me tell you how mine feels. Like a column of water that pours ceaselessly over itself, and is clear down to its rocks. Now, you.” -> ??? im sobbing this is endearing 😭

“A conch.” “And what is in that shell? “Nothing. Air.” “Those are not the same. Nothing is empty void, while air is what fills all else. It is breath and life and spirit, the words we speak.” My brother, the philosopher. -> i love u aeëtes

Let me give you some advice. Next time you’re going to defy the gods, do it for a better reason. I’d hate to see my sister turned to cinders for nothing.” -> oh im sure she will

And that is when I saw the boat.-> wha

I remember the jump in my throat when the sailor lifted his face. Burnt it was, and shiny with sun. A mortal. -> OHOH A SAILOR A MAN

His name was Glaucos, and he came every day. -> mmh u will be a problem i can tell

“I will grant your wish and fill his nets. Yet in return, let me hear you swear you will not lie with him. You know your father thinks to match you better than with some fish-boy.” “I swear,” I said. -> ….something's gonna end bad in here 👁👁

I was too wild to feel any shame. It was true. I would not just uproot the world, but tear it, burn it, do any evil I could to keep Glaucos by my side. -> goddammit unhinged women loving must be the most feral and wonderful thing in the world gO GIRLIE TEAR THE WORLD APART

What could make a god afraid? I knew that answer too: A power greater than their own. -> EJKRJE GO FERAL WOMEN

His eyes opened. For the passing of one breath he did not move. Then he leapt to his feet, towering like a storm-surge, the sea-god he had always been. "Circe," he cried, "I am changed!" -> omg she made him a sea god !!

“That round-faced nymph,” he said, “the beautiful one. What is her name?” -> MMHHM 💀 this love wont last long

The truth is, I had begun to wonder if she was in love with me. -> AKDJAJSJAK 😭

His hands lifted, as though to ward me off. He, who was a towering god. “You have been a sister to me,” he said. -> MF U JUST NOT SAID THAT 😭😭

But of course I could not die. I would live on, through each scalding moment to the next. This is the grief that makes our kind choose to be stones and trees rather than flesh. -> …oh

The halls would echo with her furious screams and the great gods would come to whip me, but I would welcome them, for every lash upon my skin would be only further proof to Glaucos of my love. -> dONT BLAME HER LOVE MADE HER CRAZY. IF IT DOESNT DO IT TO U U AINT DOING IT RIGHT

#guys u dont understand the longing i had to read madeline miller again #the longing i had for her writing was palpable and unbearable #LIKE #missed her way of crafting words so deeply it HURT me #so naturally i couldnt help myself but to go for it #worth it is what it was 😌😌😌 #now i welcome circe to my mind and soon to my heart #and of course ask u to come in this adventure w me 😌 #circe #madeline miller #books #tsoa #greek myth #yes grecia reads sometimes

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made a phone lockscreen in the style of a webtoon of aeëtes!!

#kinda frustrated w the background but i ended up working on the water for a hot minute and got tired of the drawing LOL #aeëtes lamarca #art #dnd #oc #dnd art #dnd 5e

[scriptorsapiens]

Classicstober Day 16: Circe (𐀑𐀪𐀐)

The witch-goddess of Aeaea, Circe is best known for turning sailors into animals. My take on her is partially inspired by Madeline Miller's book Circe.

I can't lie and say Madeline Miller's take on Circe was not a big part of my affection for this character, but I like to think my take on her is much more of my own.

Despite popular imaginings of her as a human witch, Circe is actually a full-blooded goddess. She is another child of Helios, the sun, and the ocean-nymph Perse (her sister Pasiphaë we have already met and her brother Aeëtes was the possessor of the Golden Fleece that Jason was looking for (and also Medea's father)). While she is full-blooded, I decided to make her look a lot more human than her sister. It makes it easier to imagine her and Odysseus together, as well as how their son Telegonus might have looked too. Like all children of Helios, Circe gets his shining yellow eyes, which help to keep her from looking too human. I think her hair is more like her mother's.

For clothing, I again borrow from Helios' palette by giving her purple. Coincidentally, for a modern audience this also mixes well with her witchy, magical role in her stories. Her clothes themselves were something I struggled with; living on an island I doubt she would be up to date on the latest Mycenaean/Minoan fashions, but I definitely wanted to evoke those shapes for her. I also wanted to stay away from the classical draped look of the chiton. Instead she wound up in this 'sheet-tied-in-the-front' kind of shawl thing.

Her wand borrows from much later art depictions of her (John William Waterhouse in particular comes to mind). For various reasons I dislike Hairy-Podder, and their short wands always kind of irked me. A wand in ancient sources is usually depicted as much larger than something a modern magician might use, so I went with that for this depiction of Circe. Her magic also derives heavily from the use of herbs, and you can see some of them in the bowl she is coaxing her spell from.

Anyhoo, happy birthday to meeeeeeeahahahaha

#classicstober #classicstober23 #classicstober2023 #tagamemnon #circe #circe goddess #circe madeline miller #greek mythology #linear b #mycenaean #ancient greek mythology

[perdvivly]

Aeaea's winds sail from distant Capri. A south eastern scent found by sharp Circe. They reach this hawk witch, who craves quite blackly For a drink to drink when she's not thirsty. They whisper of a golden sun undone The ichor of Aeëtes and herself And so she sits alone and holds her thumb A needle prick and then she knows: red, red.

#emo posting i guess #i keep thinking about it #what else could anything be about?

[epicthemusicalstuff]

Greek Mythology Rant

This is for @epicstxnn who gave me permission to talk about anything Greek Mythology

so today we will be talking about, drumroll please, Medea! Disclaimer: I am going based on the play of Euripides, so what you know might be different from what I know.

I happen to be performing one of her monologues from the play Medea this week, and so what better time?

Medea is the niece of Circe, and the granddaughter of Helios, the titan of the sun! She possesses much of the same magic and cunning that her aunt does!

Her father, King Aeëtes, was famous for possessing the Golden Fleece. And so naturally one day, the hero Jason came to win it. Medea, well, she falls in love with Jason. Her father sets a series of impossible tasks for Jason to complete in order to win the fleece, and Medea, the kind and loving soul she is, helps him, in the process betraying her father. She does all of this on the condition that Jason will take her with him back to his home, and will marry her. Which he does.

In the process of escaping with the fleece though, Medea is forced to kill her brother, and cut him into parts, dropping each into the sea as the ship sails in order to slow her fathers ships from chasing them. (This is because in order to have a proper funeral they would need all the parts)

They eventually settle and live in Corinth, where Medea and Jason have two lovely boys and live happily ever after, right? Wrong.

Jason the ‘unfaithful husband’ (to quote Medea herself) has gone and found himself a new wife. The Princess of Corinth. By marrying her he would become king, further solidifying his legacy and power. Medea is not so happy about this, and screams to the gods to strike down her or Jason. In the end, she settles on poisoning the Princess and her father. Not before, of course, she solidifies her escape. She would go and live with King Aegeus of Athens, in exchange for helping him have a son (magic).

Now, Medea sends her songs to give poisoned gifts to the Princess, and basically she dissolved and burns and dies a painful gory death. Her father, goes to hug her in her agony, and dies too.

Medea’s plan is to rob Jason of everything he holds dear, and everything that would keep his legacy alive. So she also kills their two sons. In a fit of madness and borderline insanity she flies away in a chariot pulled by dragons with the two corpses of her sons to go find Aegeus.

From there, some accounts say she marries Aegeus, and they have a son together. But behold, Aegeus had an older son, Theseus! Medea, upset and wanting to secure the throne for her own son tries to poison him, but nay! He survives, and from there she maybe flew away and changed her name? I’m not sure.

There you have it folks. A tale of blood and tragedy. Medea has some good monologues though! Also! If you wish to know more about Jason, his myth extends a bit more, but that’s an overview on Medea for ya!

#Medea #greek mythology #jason #The golden fleece #euripides #i love her #shes a little messed up #But fun

[whencyclopedia]

Medea

Medea is an enchantress and the daughter of King Aeëtes of Colchis (a city on the coast of the Black Sea). In Greek mythology, she is best known for her relationship with the Greek hero Jason, which is famously told in Greek tragedy playwright Euripides' (c. 484-407 BCE) Medea and Apollonius of Rhodes' (c. 295 BCE) epic Argonautica.

Throughout history, Medea is portrayed as a strong, ruthless, bloodthirsty woman who betrayed her own people and killed her brother and children. Yet, despite her life being touched by many tragedies and scandals (most caused by her own hand), she remained resilient, becoming immortal and living out her days in the paradise of the Elysian Fields.

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