#ancient sparta

[the-good-spartan]

Lakonian kylix featuring Prometheos and his friend, the Eagle.

The hair - facial and head - is so quintessentially Spartan, it’s not funny. And he has his braids in a braid, right? That’s what’s going on back there? Like a super-braid.

Saw this called a Spartan king somewhere along the way. Think that might be a bit of a push, but I do like the idea that some perioikic craftsman was like - ‘Y’know, if I could depict anyone having their liver pecked out on the daily, you know who I’d choose…’

Anyway - This is 7th Century Lakonianware (from before the great cultural shift).

#ancient sparta #ancient greece #lakedaimon #7th Century BCE #spartan hairstyles #sparta #ancient history #greek history #spartan history #ancient greek history #greek mythology #prometheus

[smak-annihilation]

"I wish I lived in ancient Greece"

mfs after ending up as a spartan Helot:

#funny #haha #comedy #meme #joyful cheer #joyus whimsy #memes #dank memes #lotr memes #history memes #where there's a whip there's a way #the lord of the rings #the lord of the rings animated #helots #youtube #ancient greece #ancient history #history #ancient sparta #sparta #spartan helotss #Youtube

[deathlessathanasia]

No, Ares Was Not the Patron God of Sparta - Tales of Times Forgotten

#god so much this #ares #sparta #ancient sparta #ancient greece #misconceptions #article

[evilios]

There has been, indeed, a prominent cult of Apollo in Sparta - especially in the town of Amykles (Αμύκλες) with its Amyklaion, a cult center of Apollo’s worship. Around 6 kilometers to the South from the main Spartan settlement, described by Thucydides as a conglomerate of villages, there stood Throne of Apollo with a high wooden cult statue, now unfortunately lost.

Most of the imagery of its reconstructed glory comes from the descriptions by Pausanias who speaks on its alleged appearance and its creator, Bathykles (Βαθυκλής) of Magnesia.

Artistic depiction by Ludwig Ruhl.

Artistic depiction by Theodor Pyl.

Thankfully, some of the Ancient coins have preserved the approximate image of the cult statue at the site.

Depictions of the statue on Roman-era Spartan coins.

As the statue was said to have been set over the grave of Hyacinth, it thus served as both the pedestal for offerings and the altar of Apollo’s lover, celebrated during the festival of Hyacinthia (Ὑακίνθια). It lasted for three days, with the first day being devoted to the veneration of Hyacinth’s death; the second was spent feasting over his joyful rebirth, and the third one was the day of mysteries we have little record of. Xenophon, Athenaeus, Didymus, and others, such as Ovid (who calls it “the procession of Hyacinthia”), have noted the importance of the celebration to Spartans.

Here’s a quote about how vital the festival was to Spartans:

It was the unvaried custom of the men of Amyclae to return home at the Hyacinthia, to join in the sacred paean, a custom not to be interrupted by active service or absence from home or for any other reason.

— Xenophon, Hellenica (trans. by H. G. Dakyns)

Here’s description of the celebration: Day one:

<…> Spartans observe the ritual of the Hyacinthia for a period of three days, and because of the mourning which takes place for the death of Hyacinthus they neither wear crowns at the meals nor introduce wheat bread, nor do they dispense any cakes, with their accompaniments, and they abstain from singing the paean to the god, and do not introduce anything else of the sort that they do at other festivals. On the contrary, they eat with great restraint, and then depart.

Day two:

<…> in the middle of the three-day period there is held a spectacle with many features, and a remarkable concourse gathers which is largely attended. Boys with tunics girded high play the lyre or sing to flute accompaniment while they run the entire gamut of the strings with the plectrum; they sing the praises of the god in anapestic rhythm and in a high pitch. Others march through the theatre mounted on gaily adorned horses; full choirs of young men enter and sing some of their national songs, and dancers mingling among them go through the figures in the ancient style, accompanied by the flute and the voice of the singers. As for the girls, some are carried in wicker carts which are sumptuously ornamented, others parade in chariots yoked to two horses, which they race, and the entire city is given over to the bustle and joy of the festival. On that day they sacrifice very many victims, and the citizens entertain at dinner all their acquaintances and their own servants as well. Not one misses the festival; on the contrary, it so happens that the city is emptied to see the spectacle.

— Athenaeus, Deipnosophistae (trans. by C. B. Gulick)

The Amyklaion was not, of course, only “alive” during the celebration of Hyacinth’s death and rebirth. Offerings were given on other occasions too and included spearheads, swords, javelin heads, arrowheads, weapons, and inscribed armor and weapons for the God. The God Apollo of Amyklai was a war Deity, seeing that He was depicted armed and armored - an image of might of the state. It is possible that the Spartan processions were processions of armed men, in their full battle glory. Apollo had multiple other warrior cults across Laconia, and at the very least a few more major celebrations, aside from Hyacinthia, are recorded: Karneia (Κάρνεα), Maleateia (Μαλεάτεια), Gymnopaidia (Γυμνοπαιδίες).

Thucydides reports that upon signing a treaty called Peace of Nikias, the treaty that ended the first part of the Peloponnesian War, two stelas were to be established: one in Athens, and one near the statue of Apollo Amyclaeus. With that in mind, it’s important to remember that the festival of Hyacinthia bore political significance, too.

Sources:

🏺 Amyklaion: Amykles Research Project 🏺 Hellenica by Xenophon (trans. by Dakyns) 🏺 Deipnosophistae by Athenaeus (trans. by C. B. Gulick) 🏺 Sanctuaries and traditions in Ancient Sparta 🏺 The Peace of Nicias

#APOLLO 🌞 #HISTORIA 📔 #This is a repost of something I impulsively deleted before. #ancient greece #ancient laconia #ancient sparta #apollo worship #amyklaion #greek gods

[gotstabbedbyapen]

Dear Tumblr,

Today I've learned that "laconic phrases" are blunt and concise statements that convey lots of meaning.

The term "Laconic phrase" is named after the Greek region of Laconia, where the Spartans live.

And the Spartans are known masters of dry humor and pithy comebacks.

It's all coming together.

Love,

The Pen

#TIL #laconic phrase #laconic retort #spartan #sparta #ancient greece #ancient sparta

[m1ssnovember]

-my own writing

#dark academia aesthetic #greek myth retellings #literature #academia #poems on tumblr #my writing #prose #Greek sonnets #greek tragedy #writers on tumblr #writrblr #writers and poets #poetscommunity #greek literature #Achilles #the song of achilles #hector of troy #helen of troy #Homeros #homer's iliad #homers odyssey #the odyssey #the iliad #Greek verse #free verse #verse poetry #ancient greek #ancient sparta #renissance paintings

[thesmallestclown]

The Greeks were so gay

The Spartans were gayer

Don't even get me started on the Roman's

#history #ancient greece #ancient sparta #ancient rome

[minetteskvareninova]

I’ve never watched a video from this Monsieur Z fellow, but the title of his last one is... Certainly a banger. “What if Sparta Conquered Greece?”

Yeah, dude, what if Sparta had an expansive rather than isolationist state ideology, a fucking clue about logistics, and army that wasn’t just the glorified version of the same old hoplite system everyone used and based off of their increasingly small and more exclusive ruling class? Wonder what that would be like, if Sparta wasn’t fucking Sparta, but displaced Macedon???

#ancient greece #achaemenid empire #sparta #ancient sparta #ancient macedon #alexander the great #random history #fuck #let's add #300 the movie #because c'mon #i haven't even seen the video #and i can already tell #that it goes full on spartan mirage

[jpdoingwords]

Snippet Sunday

Hey everyone!

First non-masterlist adjacent post from my new - hopefully final - sideblog. (I’m such an optimist… or blind to my own failings - whichever way you wanna dice it 😆.) what an undertaking - just trying to figure out how to sort and share all this has been exhausting and I’m like - not even half done. Making covers for fanfics threatens to consume my life for the foreseeable future lol

Anyway!

Wanted to share what I’ve been working on this week since I’m back to writing A Story Set in Sparta and some of y’all very kindly take an interest in my messing about with *waves a hand* all that.

[I also have some fanfic in the works, related to the Good Spartan, but it’s too early to share any of that just yet :)]

I’m having a moment with this project in the sense that I really want to get it finished, and for the longest time, it’s been stalled mostly because it just… wants to be poetry, and I’ve been fighting against that direction.

I mean - poems about Sparta seems like a crazy concept, but I’ve given in and embraced it.

So I’m now doing that.

I use poetry very loosely here because the form of poetry I write is really just deconstructed prose, and I’ve been told before (by one of my sisters) that it sucks lol but there’s a chance I will tinker it back to prose at some point.

Here it is: A snippet from A Story Set in Sparta.

Helen. [453 BC]

i.

Nikaia, I’ve been calling you!

It is time to come in.

The eight-year-old looked up

from her reddened hands

stained by late autumn berries

and frowned at her nurse.

She said sternly, her best imitation of command,

Maia! You shouldn’t address me in that tone. You’re not my mother.

.

Maia hesitated at the top of the slope.

She’d been nurse to the girl

since her pater died

a hero of Tenagra;

but she'd always known that one day

Nikaia would turn on her.

.

They always did.

.

Your Aunt Theano has given me the care of you.

She sounded more tentative than she’d intended.

I speak on her behalf.

.

Nikaia narrowed her eyes,

considering her words.

Aunt Theano had no time for misbehaviour,

but she wasn’t there.

She wondered how far she could push Maia.

How far before she lost her temper.

Before she reported her behaviour…

.

Sweeping a handful of golden-brown hair out of her face

an impatient huff,

she decided against it.

Theano had left the house in a fierce temper.

.

Well, I’m here. What do you want?

.

The evening meal is prepared.

Your aunt will be home any moment.

.

She looked up at the sky.

Is it so late?

.

The men go to the syssition even now.

.

As if to emphasise her statement,

a small group of men passed by,

talking between themselves,

headed towards the syssition

that lay on the other side of the akropolis,

visible in the near distance.

.

She dropped the berries she still held,

and hurried to where Maia stood.

Her defiance forgotten.

.

Together, they went back into the town of Pitana,

the most important village in Sparta

hastening up the hill towards home.

.

Ahead, at the top of the steep sloping town

the house of the Agiad kings.

Unostentatious,

but with an air about it

Captivating to Nikaia.

She often saw king Pleistoanax,

passing on his way

to Gerousia, Assembly, or Syssition.

She’d always felt a little awestruck.

.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her aunt

waiting for her at the door,

her brow in deep furrows,

tension in her shoulders.

.

Where have you been?

The men go to the syssition

and the priestess of Elena awaits us at the Menelaion.

.

Nikaia had forgotten their evenings business.

.

Sorry, Aunt. I was searching for berries.

.

Theano stared at her in horror.

Her voice was sharp edged, brittle.

You were what?

Why weren’t you practicing the dance?

You know that the festival is near,

and you aren’t ready.

I thought you'd been taken to the gymnasium.

Did Maia not take you?

.

She felt her lip wobble.

I went!

I was on my way home when I turned aside...

.

Theano cut her off with a scoff,

paired with a glare

She coldly turned inside.

.

Nikaia followed, her heart sinking into the floor.

Her aunt would never like her,

no matter what she did –

only if Helen would make her beautiful;

only if she somehow improved at her dancing –

and she couldn't practice more than she already did.

.

It was hopeless.

#AStorySetinSparta #jpdoingwords #original fiction #ancient Sparta

[apollosbisexualass]

‘I’d rather be a lover than a fighter’ why not be both? Like Aphrodite. Goddess of love but worshipped like no tomorrow in Sparta for being a warrior

#life goals #Aphrodite is so cool #a bit manipulative #but cool #ares and aphrodite #aphrodite and ares #Aphrodite in Sparta #ancient sparta #ancient greece #greek gods memes #greek gods #aphrodite #aphrodite goddess #Aphrodite goddess of love #Aphrodite goddess of war #Aphrodite goddess of war love and beauty #yes I am creating these tags #they need to be created #greek myth #greek myth memes #greek mythology #ares x aphrodite #aphrodite x ares #this is sparta #spartan #Sparta #trojan war

[the-good-spartan]

Posts about Ancient Greek History

Things I write to help process information and assemble my notes and thoughts for future reference.

This is an ongoing project. I will add more over time.

My focus is primarily the Arkhidamian (Archidamian) War with a particular emphasis on Sparta, but I'm currently widening my focus to include the First Peloponnesian War, the Messenian Wars, and the lives of Demosthenes (the General) and Thucydides (the Historian).

Sparta

Their Culture

Spartan scholars be like

Introduction and List of Chief Sources

Becoming a Spartan Citizen, Part One: The Agoge.

Becoming a Spartan Citizen, Part Two: The Phiditia & Contributions to the Mess

Food for Warriors.

Spartan Social Structure: Part One - The Helots || Rent? Contracts?

Spartan Social Structure: Part Two - The Perioikoi

Spartan Social Structure: Part Three - Spartan Women

Spartan Social Structure: Part Four - The Hypomeiones

Stalkers in the Night: The Krypteia || Primary Sources: Krypteia

The Horses of Lakedaimon

The Spartan Political Structure: Damos, Ephors, Gerontes, Kings.

Spartan Men and their Hair || Examples of likely hairstyles

Felt Helmets

Rethinking the scale of Spartan mess and barrack buildings

Spartan Games

Ask: Did Homoioi Travel?

Military History

Background to the Third Messenian War

The Third Messenian War c. 464 BCE

The Battle of Tanagra c. 457 BCE

Maps (Mostly Related to Brasidas' Campaigns during the Arkhidamian War)

Sparta || Amphipolis 1 || Amphipolis 2 || Koryphasion (Pylos) & Sphakteria || Korinth/Nisaia || Brasidas' Campaign in Makedonia

Sparta in Pop Culture

A Cry of Frustration

Response to Anti-Spartan Sentiment

A Few Notes on God of War: Ragnarok (the Spartan Stuff)

Spartan Armour (this ain’t it)

Thinking About Spartans Thinking

A Distinction Between Sparta and Lakedaimon

Contracts? Rent?

Spartans and Their Aversion to Ranged Warfare?

Posts About Figures in the Arkhidamian War

Brasidas, Son of Tellis.

Probable Timeline of Brasidas' Life

Brasidas' Ossuary

Demosthenes, Son of Alkisthenes (The General):

As a Catalyst to the Battles of Spahkteria and Pylos?

A Few Notes

Alternative to Thucydides' Version of his Death

Thucydides, Son of Oloros (The Historian):

The Way Thucydides Thinks

A Few Notes

Posts about Polytheism and Mythology (Roman & Hellenic) :

Lakonian Royal Lineage (Mythological) || Sparta in the Catalogue of Ships || Helen, Kastor, Polydeukes

Chief Gods worshipped at Sparta (Not Ares!) || The Gods Worshipped at Sparta - further details.

Related Posts:

Roman and Hellenic Mythology: They are not the Same Thing

Mythology, the Gods and Gatekeeping: A Personal Take

Viewing History Through a Modern Lens

Graeco-Roman Art: A Cautionary Tale

#sparta #ancient sparta #ancient greece #lakedaimon #ancient history #greek history #spartan history #history posting #masterlist

[boredsunday]

I am pissed that the following crossover don't exist:

Dexter Morgan and Joe Goldberg

Spartans and Vikings

Indiana Jones and Rick O'Connell

Indiana Jones and Larry Dale (an epic argument about bringing random things to the museum would be hilarious)

ASSEMBLE, FANFICTION WRITERS PLEASE!

#writing #dexter morgan #joe goldberg #ancient sparta #vikings #indiana jones #the mummy #rick o'connell #fanfic

[deathlessathanasia]

„We shall proceed down the south slopes of the acropolis of Larisa to more familiar ground. Dionysus was worshipped here in one of his well-known settings, close to a monumental theatre constructed in the third century bc. He was invoked as Dionysus Makedonikos in a first-century dedication offered to him by the priestesses of Aphrodite. But he was also worshipped in a more Thessalian guise. A list of the priestesses of Demeter Phylaka and archousai of Dionysus Karpios was inscribed on a first-century stele found in the wider area of the acropolis. The title Karpios for Dionysus seems to have had an old Thessalian pedigree. It can be traced back to the fifth century, when the god received a dedication at Larisa. He was also worshipped at Mikro Keserli, a small settlement to the east of Larisa, and at Gomphoi in western Thessaly.

The pairing of Dionysus and Demeter is not uncommon, given the agricultural connections of both deities, a point reinforced by the title Karpios (deriving from karpos ‘fruit’) given to Dionysus. The cult of both deities, it is often stated, was very popular in Thessaly, an area famous for its agricultural produce. There is quite a lot of evidence for their cult, but we should not consider the matter entirely straightforward and unproblematic. Their cults introduce us to a number of questions concerning the relationship between agriculture and religion in Thessaly.

To help understand the issues at stake we can bring here, as a parallel, the case of Sparta. In both areas much agricultural work was done by the servile classes of the penestai and helots, while anyone with social or political aspirations should have had his hands free from agricultural labour. Related to this characteristic of Spartan society, it has been argued, was the fact that the cults of Dionysus and Demeter did not develop in the way they did elsewhere in the Greek world; only certain aspects of their cult seem to have been prominent. Thessaly, however, was no Sparta. Despite Pindar’s invocation, in the first lines of Pythian 10th, of their common Heraclid origin, the two states were in several respects very different. To boil the matter down to its essentials we could say that Sparta had a military aristocracy, while Thessaly had a landed one. The fertility of the Thessalian land was a common topos in literary sources, and the Thessalian noblemen, although never engaged themselves in agricultural labour, were still very often mentioned in the same breath as their vast estates of lands, their numerous penestai, and large flocks of animals. Neither was the status of the Thessalian under-classes comparable in all matters to that of the helots. The helots were owned by the Spartan state, while no such evidence exists for the penestai, who seem to have been closely associated with their owners; and while every year Sparta declared war against its helots, the Thessalian penestai seem to have found themselves regularly fighting at the side of their masters. In a land that boasted its fertility, it is thus no surprise to find the cult of such agricultural gods as Dionysus and Demeter housed on the acropolis of its cities.”

- Religion and Society in Ancient Thessaly by Maria Mili

#agriculture #dionysos #demeter #ancient thessaly #ancient sparta #excerpts #quotes

[maximumpowers]

#tagamemnon #ancient sparta #sparta fanboys #Athens #Ancient Athens #Athens enjoyers

[pelideswhore]

Summary: Agamemnon returns to Sparta from the civil war in Mycenae in order to ask for Clytemnestra's hand in marriage—just to learn that she is now already a wife and a mother. He takes it upon himself to do what must be done to claim what is rightfully his.

TW: assassination, stabbing, neck snapping, infanticide, incest (Agamemnon and Clytemnestra are basically step-siblings), grooming (Agamemnon is 22, Clytemnestra is 16–their ages are not mentioned but reflected in writing), toxic relationship, fade to black, gaslighting

A/N: i actually wanted to say something but i forgot so whatever. enjoy as much as this is enjoyable ig

Word Count: 3,233

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Blood-Red Hands

PART I | PART II | PART III

Agamemnon sat down at the chair Tantalus had sat at the day before during dinner. Menelaus gave him a look with raised brows that showed his disapproval all too well. Nobody else seemed to care and Agamemnon didn’t either. He put on a solemn expression and watched Tyndareus.

Tyndareus was silently bent over, elbows on the table, chin leaning against his intertwined fingers. Clytemnestra still hadn’t shown up, but the remaining quadruplets were in their usual places surrounding their father, staring at him silently, waiting for a reaction just like Agamemnon and Menelaus were. “Well,” he said eventually, just to go quiet again.

Even though Agamemnon tried to stifle his yawn, the room was so quiet it was still audible. The maid standing behind Tyndareus gave Agamemnon a meaningful look. It was the maid from the nursery. “Had a rough night?” Pollux asked, his voice muffled by his fist covering his mouth.

“Haven’t we all?”

Pollux shrugged and moved his fist. “I’d say Tantalus slept like a baby. ‘Baby’ of course—”

Tyndareus banged his fist against the table. “Pollux, enough!”

Pollux leaned back and scrunched his mouth together, looking at his adoptive father through furrowed brows. He turned back to Agamemnon and scowled at him.

“You know, you have to say something,” Castor jumped in. “Your son-in-law and grandson have been fucking killed in our palace and fucking Theseus is coming in less than a month and we might as well just—”

Tyndareus’ chair squeaked loudly as he pushed it back and stood up. “Clytemnestra, honey, come sit.”

Castor had immediately become silent and stood up. He turned around to look at Clytemnestra as she entered the dining hall and looked at the empty table. “What is going on?” She walked around the table and sat next to Agamemnon.

“Clytemnestra…” Tyndareus sat down again and pulled his chair in. Agamemnon leaned back so he had a clear line of sight. “Tantalus was stabbed last night. In the chest. Twice.”

Agamemnon rubbed his jaw as he looked at her. Her eyes were ripped open, and she somehow managed to get her face to blanche. She opened her mouth, as if to speak, but shut it again. “Is he alright?”

“He was already dead when we found him.”

Clytemnestra nodded silently. Her face was frozen but her chest was rising and falling quickly. She looked at her sister, usually beyond empathetic, but Helen just stared back, the corners of her lips turned down. She shook her head slightly. At what, Agamemnon did not know.

Sighing, Clytemnestra turned away from Helen to the nursemaid. “Bring me my son,” she said. Agamemnon looked sideways at her, raising an eyebrow. She was selling this well. Her eyes remained on the nursemaid, whose mouth gaped open as she stared at the king for backup. Her eyes briefly flitted to Agamemnon, but she quickly looked away immediately once she met his stern gaze. “What?” Clytemnestra urged. “Bring him.”

Pollux stretched his arms across the table and took Clytemnestra’s hands, ignoring Tyndareus’ warnings as he did so. “We didn’t want to tell you yet—”

“What? Say something.” Her voice was desperate. Agamemnon’s heart started racing.

Tyndareus sighed. “He’s dead too.”

Clytemnestra stared at her father. “… What?” she whispered.

“He was killed. Last night.”

Her mouth and eyes were wide open. Agamemnon realized that whatever she was before was not pale—this was. She turned to him and shook her head. “No, no. No.” Her eyes filled with tears. “Why… How could—”

Agamemnon pinched her under the table and gave her a warning look. Her whimpers turned into unintelligible screams. She stood up suddenly, tipping the heavy chair over. Agamemnon stood up too and grabbed her sturdily by the shoulders. “Stop.” He looked around the table. Everyone was staring at him, the Dioscuri on the edge of their seats. “Come with me.”

They jumped up in unison and Agamemnon inhaled deeply. “She’s not going anywhere,” Pollux said. “It’s not safe.”

Agamemnon rolled his eyes. “Don’t start acting like a hero now,” he scoffed. “I would lay my life down for both of your sisters before either of you even twitched a muscle.”

Neither of them responded but Agamemnon saw the resignation on their faces. He put his hand on the small of Clytemnestra’s back and pushed her out of the door she had come from like a limp sack of straw. He told the guards to leave and they did so without arguing. He waited for the sound of their footsteps to disappear before turning to her. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Pull yourself together.”

She pointed at herself and shouted, “What is wrong with me? You killed my son!”

Agamemnon grabbed her by the wrist and moved her hands from her face. “You’re out of your fucking mind. You wanted me to.”

She huffed an ironic laugh. “I told you to kill Tantalus, not my boy.”

Agamemnon’s face fell.

Clytemnestra dropped to her knees, then all-fours, rocking herself as she started bawling again.

He rubbed his jaw. “You should’ve been more specific.”

She looked up at him in disbelief before yelling at the top of her lungs, “I would’ve been if I had known I was dealing with an idiot!” She took a brooch off her chiton, baring half of her chest, and threw it at him. She kept the pin in her hand

Agamemnon dodged it. “Don’t blame me, it’s not my fault,” he said.

Clytemnestra pulled at her hair, wailing. “My son! You killed my son!”

He balled his hands into fists. “I did what you asked me to. I was helping you, you ungrateful bitch.”

She moved on from her hair, which she had practically torn to shreds, to her face, running her nails down her cheeks. Agamemnon snatched the sharp pin out of her hand. Her tears mixed with blood and she cried even louder. He couldn’t make out a word she was saying, her sobs made everything indecipherable.

He groaned, turning away for a moment. He hated that she was making him do this, but he grabbed her by the wrist, which she had brought up to her face, and pulled her up to her feet. Once she was standing—though unstably—he held her by her chin and made her look at him. She clawed at his wrist in an attempt to wriggle out of his grasp, but he held on tight. “Listen, here, Clytemnestra. You can’t breathe a word of this to anyone. You asked for this. You won’t breathe a word.”

Agamemnon grimaced as she spat on him while speaking. “Just like you wouldn’t kill your child, I wouldn’t kill mine. I wouldn’t ask for you to kill mine. They won’t believe you.”

“They don’t have to believe me. They fear me.” She clenched her jaw under his fingers. “I’m King of Mycenae now, Clytemnestra, your word is nothing against mine.” He let go of her chin and wiped her spit off his face, before pinning her sleeve over her shoulder. “I went through all this bullshit for you. You have the mourning period to get yourself together, but you will marry me—whether you like it or not.”

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#it looks like i posted the same thing three times but that is in fact not true #greek mythology #greek myth #agamemnon #ancient greece #mythology #greek gods #mythos #greek mythos #iliad #homer #the iliad #epic cycle #oresteia #clytemnestra #dioscuri #helen of troy #helen of sparta #menelaus #ancient sparta #mycenae #my writing #ao3

[kyroshadowlands]

Due to my capstone project need community involvement, I would like yall to help me plz,

My project is on the Peloponnese war and I would like to know yall own opinion on the war and what u think cause it. I promise to give yall credit for it and make a slide with yall name in it

#assassin's creed #assassin's creed odyssey #ancient #greece #history #ancient greek literature #ancient greece #ancient warfare #ancient world #ancient sparta #alexios #kassandra #athens #greek tumblr