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strawbubbysugar · 7 months
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Ok but alien au with Elio and Arche 👀
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How does it feel to be a GENIUS
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slowedmountains · 2 months
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market day
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edsmusicblog · 8 months
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disques columbia, affiches
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amorechevai · 5 months
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Damia − Je sens en moi
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edgarmoser · 4 months
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affiches rares de damia et georgius pour columbia
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tame-a-messenger · 6 months
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I just looked it up and it seems like I can send in videos if I submit them to you. So if you’d like, you can tell me what videos you want me to edit of them and I’ll try and submit them to you :) Also don’t worry about the time it would take bc I’m already a fan editor of other things I’m a fan of so it wouldn’t take much time 👍 plus, you don’t have to give credits or anything, I just want to share quick clips with my fellow damgela friends.
broooooo im gonna cryyyy you are sooo sweet! :,) im gonna start BAWLING! YOU ARE SO SWEET
idk about requesting things (i feel bad asking you to do things, not that i dont WANT to see them) but i can point you towards some good videos with good moments!
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literally all of these i remember having good stuff in them! but maybe "fools blade" or "who memed it?" are the best! atleast of the shorter vids. "dont win mario party" is FULL of moments but its a much longer video lol
also! i have a playlist of all the times damien and angela have been in vids together so you can look through that if youd like!
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dionysianfreak · 1 year
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What....... are you talking about. "Ares mixed with agricultural gods to create Mars worship". "Greece conquered". Fortuna, Bona Dea, is literally an Italic Goddess that existed before Athens were formed as a state. Are you. Well..
Two parts of Greece were conquered, and neither of them had cults of Ares. Ares was highly disliked and avoided in Greece and had a prominent pre-Greek cult in thr Roman Republic through the Empire. Like... please, get off your high horse of Greek supremacy.
hello lovely. i think next time we want to correct something I've posted we should do so with a little bit of humility. just as I'll make mistakes in my information, you'll have big reactions to things important to you. remember that the people behind these usernames are only human. a message like this could have seriously harmed someone in the wrong headspace or time in their life.
i do want to remind you that I am a pre-hellenistic Hellenic Polytheist. if my blog comes off as Greek centric... it's because it is— i post explicitly about the Greek religion i practice. showing you one part of my life does not mean it's all I know or believe. now, this is a good learning moment for those wanting a crash course on Greco-Roman syncretism
the ask information isn't entirely correct unfortunately. you can't argue that Fortuna's Roman cult didn't emerge from Tyche's greek cult but did from Bona Dea's Italic/Roman cult. this neglects a very important contextual aspect of Roman religion: these things can be and are mutually exclusive. Rome, up until the ages of Christianity, was generally very religiously tolerant in the sense that they heavily practiced syncretism. any land they forced to join their empire had their local culture mixed with Roman culture, repeatedly. and history didn't happen overnight. layers and layers of syncretism create a religious snowball effect, causing minor or medium sized cults (such as Tyche's or Bona Dea's) to become entangled with many others. this produces the Roman pantheon, and Fortuna.
this aspect of Roman rule is exactly why we have to differentiate between Hellenistic and pre-hellenistic Greece. Hellenistic Greece is hellenic enough to be part of the "Hellenic ages" but is messed up enough by Roman influence to be an entirely different era culturally. the death of Alexander the Great marks this big cultural shift, and it ends with Rome's complete control.
in fact, surface level information makes it seem Bona Dea's cult origin is identified with Damia's Hellenic cult. She is the Hora of the fertile earth, similar to Bona Dea as stated by Encyclopedia Britannica:
"Bona Dea, (Latin: “Good Goddess”) in Roman religion [was the] deity of fruitfulness, both in the earth and in women. She was identified with various goddesses who had similar functions…The goddess Herself was also known as Damia and her priestess as damiatrix. These names are almost certainly Greek, and it is highly probable that the Greek cult of Damia was grafted onto the original cult of the Roman goddess Bona Dea."
just because you have one piece of the truth doesn't make it the whole truth. we're both generally correct, as this is much more complex in real time than I am knowledge of. this is a very interesting Goddess I've never heard of before, so thank you for bringing Her to my attention.
and finally, its impossible for Ares to have had a pre-greek cult in the Roman empire—the Greeks existed before the Romans did. the cult of Ares/Mars within the Empire was because of Hellenic worship of Ares
if you believe Ares to be a hated God among the Hellas i highly recommend you change your sources, whatever they may be. it's true His worship wasn't super common, but when it occurred Ares was an extremely revered and respected God. war was a prevalent and very real threat to the common people all over Europe and Asia, and you don't worship War unless War is already there. i urge you not to mistake dislike and anger of wartime as hatred for the God Ares. you cannot generalize the personal morals or beliefs of all the people who worshiped hellenic Gods. it is okay to be angry with the Gods. life is not always fair.
if anyone has any other information on Bona Dea, please share the links or reblog if you wish :)
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crepuscura · 1 year
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Whumpcember2022 Day 1: Hypothermia
WARNINGS: hypothermia, choking, punishment, escape attempt
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Rowan ran and ran until her lungs ached and screamed for reprieve. She knew she couldn’t stop. What she was running from was nowhere near as bad as the bleak, blanketed forest she was darting through.
Terror overrode the pain she felt– not only the burning throughout her chest, but the dull ache in her frozen feet and the new numbness in her winding lacerations and wounds. She was painted black and blue, blossoming welts coating her fair skin that stood out sharply against her stark white surroundings. The only thing protecting her from the sharp bite of the wind whipping against her was a baggy, thin, long sleeved linen tunic draped over her lean frame. It did little to save her from the sting of the blizzard before her, but that didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except putting one foot in front of the other.
She couldn’t stop. She had to keep going.
After what felt like hours of running on end, Rowan finally allowed herself to slow, her focused tunnel vision on the landscape before her widening as she looked around to take stock of where exactly she had ended up. It was impossible to tell; everywhere she looked, dark tree trunks reached for the sky, disappearing in a mangled knot of writhing branches and pointed icicles. Everything looked the same, no matter which direction she turned toward. She spun around so many times, with each turn more frantic than the last, that she lost track of what direction she’d come from.
Tears threatened to douse her flushed cheeks, and as she twisted around one more time, she curled in on herself, wrapping her arms around her chest before collapsing onto her knees into the thick snow.
“So, this is how it ends,” Rowan thought to herself. She nearly chuckled, hunching over and pressing the palms of her hands to her eyes, “At least hypothermia is more forgiving than the blade of a knife.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” a deep, sultry voice crooned in Rowan’s mind.
She froze. “No,” she barely dared to breathe as she continued to chatter within her own head, “she can’t be here. It’s not possible. There’s no way she could know–”
The voice snapped behind her, “I’m the one who tells you what’s possible or not; you listen to me, Rowan.”
Slowly, Rowan turned, meeting dark eyes and a plump, red scowl. “Damia,” Rowan responded, barely audible above the unrelenting winds and the deafening beat of her heart.
Damia snarled, “Did I say you could speak?”
Quick as a flash, Damia braced one hand against the back of Rowan’s head, the other in the center of her back. She forced Rowan’s head down so fast, Rowan barely had time to shut her eyes before her mouth and nose were filled with a flood of ice. Immediately she inhaled it, choking and sputtering beneath the sheet of snow she’d sunken into. Her muscles, so cold and worn out from her escape attempt, spasmed, useless in any attempt to keep her lungs clear.
She reached up, pawing at the hands holding her down. The longer she stayed face down in the feet of fluffy white snow she had collapsed in, the heavier her chest felt. Her lungs turned to iron, barely able to flex beneath her ribs, and her nostrils flared as her mouth opened and shut uselessly, searching for a supply of oxygen that would never come. Her vision started to go black, stars of different shapes, colors, and sizes dancing before her in the dark of the cold. She felt her weakened muscles relax, and allowed herself to sink into her death. It would all be over soon, and then, maybe, she could start to find peace.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Damia grumbled, yanking Rowan’s head up, whipping her around so quickly that her eyes spun as she was jerked to a halt. The next thing Rowan knew, her back was flat against the trunk of a tree and she was crashing to the ground, her upper body doused in a fresh coat of snow from the branches above her.
Rowan reached up, grabbing at the back of her head after it bounced against the hard bark of the tree, “Ah, fuck, Damia.”
Damia cocked a hip and tapped her chin, thinking a moment before responding, “You know what? I think some time out here might do you some good. I’ll be back for you in the morning.”
With that, Damia disappeared, her inhuman speed incomprehensible to the human eye.
Rowan stared at the spot she had been in, still rubbing the lump forming on the back of her head. She sat up a little, eyes turned up toward the sky. It was still light out, and already she could feel a biting chill seeping into her bones.
It was going to be a long night.
@whumpcember happy 1st <3
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milsae · 4 months
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Happy Lesbian Holidays!!
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0meatloaf0 · 5 months
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Oh yeah! I figure I might as well post this edit I did on Capcut for funsies with my friend's, uh, ship. (Ship isn't the right word when these two aren't meant to be in a happy relationship, LOL.)
The timing on this is AWFUL, but that's kind of beyond my control because Capcut did not want to co-operate with me. :") Also, this is my second edit I've ever made from scratch, so do I get brownie points for that?
[ALT YOUTUBE LINK]
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Damien, Tia (c) bittersweet-fl0wer: Maybe if I isolate her and stalk her and manipulate her, she won't leave me! God, my reasoning skills are just impeccable, aren't they?
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strawbubbysugar · 7 months
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Arche and Elio have hand beans. Would Damia play and squish them randomly?
Like Elio could be talking to her and she just takes his hand and squishes the pads and Arche is having a professional conversation with someone else and she snatches his hand and plays with it to annoy him
She does it with Elio cause she likes it and to Arche to tease him
Oh absolutely. Best stim toy of all time! Elio loves the way it feels since those are the sensors that give them sensation like touch, and he loves touch! Arche however isn’t a big fan at all
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slowedmountains · 2 years
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An afternoon's rest
Tiromir getting a nap in in the relative quiet of Damia's office
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edsmusicblog · 18 days
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damia - si j'ai pleuré pour vous
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amorechevai · 6 months
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Damia − Brouillard
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edgarmoser · 1 year
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damia - moi...je m'ennuie
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tame-a-messenger · 6 months
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@damngela on twitter(X) made some damien/angela comps!
go give these likes! would like to find more vids like it <3
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