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krakenmare · 24 days
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Cassini: Saturn's rings with Titan, Tethys, and Epimetheus (February 19, 2005)
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jareckiworld · 9 months
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Adèle Bessy — Epimetheus (oil on canvas, 2016)
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apollosgiftofprophecy · 2 months
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We Don't Talk About Bruno, But It's The Delphic Family
The Discord made me do it. :3
This, predictably, is LONG. I don't often change lyrics/make up lyrics so it may be clunky in spots but. yeah :3
Song Link Here! if you'd like to listen along :3
Asteria: We don't talk about Koios, no, no, no! We don't talk about Koios... but It was my wedding day
Perses: It was our wedding day!
Asteria: We were getting ready, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky
Perses: No clouds allowed in the sky
Asteria: Koios walks in with a mischievous grin-
Perses: Thunder!
Asteria: You telling this story, or am I?
Perses: I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Asteria: Koios says, "It looks like rain"
Perses: Why did he tell us?
Asteria: In doing so, he floods my brain
Perses: Abuela, get the umbrellas
Asteria: Married in a hurricane!
Perses: What a joyous day... but anyway
Both: We don't talk about Koios, no, no, no! We don't talk about Koios!
Hecate: Hey! Grew to live in fear of Koios studying or pond'ring I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling I associate him with the sound of falling snow, hs-hs-hs It's a heavy lift, with a gift so humbling Always left Abuela and the family fumbling Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand Do you understand?
Lelantos: A seven-foot frame Snake at his back When he calls your name It all fades to black Yeah, he sees your dreams And feasts on your screams (hey!)
All: We don't talk about Koios, no, no, no! (We don't talk about Koios, no, no, no!) We don't talk about Koios (we don't talk about Koios!)
Oceanus: He told me my fish would die The next day: dead! (No, no!)
Prometheus: He told me I'd lose my gut! And just like he said... (no, no!)
Epimetheus: He said that all my recklessness would undo me, now look where we're at points at Prometheus (no, no! Hey!)
All: Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read!
Phoebe: He told me that the life of my dreams would be promised, and someday be mine He told me that our love would grow, like the grapes that thrive on the vine... Óye, Boreas's on his way (Alder: HAHAAHAHAH)
Leto: He told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach Betrothed to another It's like I hear him now
Asteria: Hey sis', I want not a sound out of you (Leto: it's like I can hear him now)
Leto: I can hear him now
Apollo, most likely: Um, Koios... Yeah, about that Koios... I really need to know about Koios... Gimmie the truth and the whole truth, Koios
Artemis: (Apollo, your boyfriend's here)
All: Time for dinner!
Lelantos: A seven-foot frame (Asteria: It was my wedding day) (Perses: It was our wedding day) Snake at his back (Asteria: we were getting ready) When he calls your name (Asteria: and there wasn't a cloud in the sky) It all fades to black (Perses: no clouds allowed in the sky!) Yeah, he sees your dreams (Asteria: Koios walks in with a mischievous grin-) And feasts on your screams (Perses: Thunder!)
Asteria: You telling this story, or am I?
Perses: I'm sorry, mi vida, go on (Phoebe: óye, Boreas's on his way)
Asteria: Koios says, "It looks like rain" (Lelantos: a seven-foot frame, snake at his back) In doing so, he floods my brain Married in a hurricane
All: He's here! Don't talk about Koios, no! (Apollo: Why did I talk about Koios?) Not a word about Koios!
Apollo: I never should've brought up Koios!
EL FIN :D
enjoy the brainrot :3
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khaosdoodle · 2 months
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Yesterday's sketchbook page!
It's been fun to show you these drawing which are so messy and, in my opinion, aren't beautiful. But there's a intimate feeling to them, so I'm sharing them <3
At the bottom there are Prometheus and Epimetheus, which to draw I used as reference Evelyn De Morgan's painting
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And at the top there is Apollo (I have previously shown that drawing of him here on my blog)
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godsofhumanity · 9 months
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Deucalion: Do you have a superpower? Epimetheus: Yep! It’s hindsight. Deucalion: …that’s not going to help us. Epimetheus: Yes, I see that now.
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nothoughtsgayboy · 4 months
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The Creation of Humanity
(the creation of humans, the Day of Fire, Prometheus' punishment)
The Gods were bored and needed something to do, something to provide them with entertainment. So Zeus set the Gods to work - having them each mold the creatures to populate the Earth with. They quickly busied themselves with their jobs, and soon all of the Earth's creatures were formed.
Next the creatures needed abilities - something to set them apart from others and give them a fighting chance of survival, after all, it wouldn't be very entertaining if they all died of within a couple hundred years. For this job, Prometheus was chosen. Prometheus is the Titan God of forethought, making him very suited for the job of ensuring species' survival. However, Prometheus' brother, Epimetheus (Titan God of afterthought), wanted a chance to prove himself and asked to do Prometheus' job, promising that he would let him inspect his work before they presented it to the rest of the Gods.
Prometheus begrudgingly agreed and Epimetheus began his work, taking great care with the abilities he gives to the creatures. Once he had finished his job he proudly showed his handiwork to his brother. Prometheus was pleasantly surprised, until he noticed a neglected figure that hadn't been given any abilities. He turned to his brother, asking him about the creature. Distraught at his mistake, Epimetheus admitted that he didn't have any abilities left to give to the creature - the 'human being'. There was no time to make amends and the creatures were presented to the rest of the Gods, who - delighted with their creations - populated the Earth with the various species.
It was immediately clear that humanity would not survive very long, their lack of abilities put their species at a huge disadvantage. Despite them being doomed to extinction, Prometheus felt a strong affinity towards human beings and realised that they needed a unique ability to survive as a species. And so he gave them one.
It came down like a lightning bolt, and suddenly the previously helpless humans were gifted Promethean intelligence.
Their newfound intelligence allowed humans to develop speech and spread survival techniques amongst themselves. The rest of the Gods naturally assumed that intelligence was humanity's ability. The Gods realised that due to their intelligence, human beings could fear the future.
And of course, the Gods were doing this for entertainment, so they made it so humans had to offer sacrifices to the Gods and ask them for the future to turn out the way they wanted. In order to give sacrifices they needed to have fire. Prometheus realised this quickly and convinced Zeus to allow humans to have fire in exchange for a portion of the human's sacrifices. Zeus declared that 'this is the Day of Fire,' adding that 'What is done today is final.'
Prometheus is given the task of separating the portions of the sacrifice for the Gods to decide which sections would be offered to the Gods. Prometheus wraps all of the best bits of meat in the cow's stomach, giving it the appearance of haggis. Next he covered the skeleton with fat and put the hide back on it. Zeus picks the skeleton.
When he realised he had been tricked Zeus was enraged. As punishment for Prometheus' deception, he took the fire away from the humans, wanting Prometheus to have to watch the humans he loves so dearly die out. Prometheus still wanted to help humanity to survive, so he broke into Hephaestus' workshop in a last ditch effort. He stole fire from the workshop, hiding it in the stalk of a fennel plant. Once he gave human beings fire, they celebrated and danced all night, overjoyed at the gift of fire. No matter what the Gods wanted to do, what was done that day was final.
Safe to say, Zeus is pissed. Prometheus is bound with chains forged by Hephaestus. He's dragged down from Mount Olympus and the chains binding him are driven into a rock. Everyday an eagle ate his liver. Overnight his liver regenerated and his body healed only for the eagle to come back again the next day.
And so he was stuck in his cruel punishment until 30,000 years later when Heracles is tasked with killing the eagle that has been tormenting Prometheus. He succeeds and Prometheus is left bound and naked, but at least the worst part of his punishment was over.
Years later, Prometheus negotiated with Zeus, offering him information on his and Thetis' future son in exchange for his freedom. At Mount Olympus Prometheus is made to wear a garland around his head, as a constant reminder of his chains.
His job was done - humanity was well and truly alive.
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greekmythcomix · 6 months
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#ClassicsTober23 15: 🤔Prometheus💡
(and 🙄Epimetheus🤦)
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Rather than depict him bound and being attacked by Zeus’ eagle, I thought I’d put him next to his disastrous brother, Epimetheus. Here they both hold humanity, as a clay figure, and the gifts they gave: Prometheus, fire; Epimetheus, nothing - he ran out of positive traits after dishing them out to the animals.
Modelled on Epimetheus from the birth of Pandora vase.
https://images.ashmolean.org/asset/10425/
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lorenzcvalentin · 7 months
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@epimethcus location: under a starry sky notes: maybe they kiss? bros that kiss bros? maybe not, time will tell
What were they doing out here? Enzo couldn’t really say, but things had been super weird after that gross party. The singing and the cartwheels…. The appetisers. Lorenzo was actively not thinking about it, he also wasn’t thinking about how nice Epi smelled, was that spearmint? Regular mint? Apple? Enzo wasn’t a scent guy but it was nice. He wondered if the other tasted good too - what? No, that was a weird thing to think. Enzo cleared his throat. 
“Do you believe in aliens?” Lorenzo had to ask, back on the grass and eyes on the stars as he laid next to Epimetheus. “I definitely do.” There was so much space out there, so much that Enzo couldn’t really comprehend it but it was just wild to think that they were alone in something as massive as the universe. “My cousin saw a UFO once, yeah it happened when he was out camping with his friends they were hanging out one night and then zip,” Enzo gestured across the sky, “a flying saucer just flew right by.” Maybe he was gullible but it sounded pretty believable to him. 
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sarafangirlart · 3 months
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Isn’t it cool that the physical embodiments of Fame (Clymene) and Mortality (Iapetus) are married and are also the ancestors of humanity?
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krakenmare · 4 months
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Cassini: Epimetheus (November 9, 2015)
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hypn0sssss · 4 months
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I've been really sad about Dragalia Lost recently and the fact that my boy Epimetheus was robbed of any closure! I really wish we got SOME sort of interaction between him and his brothers (or at the very least Prometheus), but alas...
I might write a fic about Epimetheus finally getting to tell his brothers how he feels because he deserves it!! Also Epimetheus is one of my favorite characters of all time and I absolutely adore him
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solmints-messyocdiary · 11 months
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Three Greek siblings?
Three Greek siblings!
Mortals, and immortals!
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Orestes, Electra, and Iphigenia
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Prometheus, Atlas, and Epimetheus
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silly-greek-pantheon · 7 months
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[Zeus]: *Wakes up*
[Epimetheus]: *Narrating this scene for the reader, breaking the 4th wall.* Unfortunately, Zeus was feeling horny today.
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netteliax · 6 months
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Archdruid.
You're used to hearing that you're something above the ordinary, golden You want to be the one and only Doesn't it get lonely
content warning: violence and death.
They were coming. 
There were hundreds at first, on two, four, or more legs they crawled or they ran. Nettelia stood amidst a field of corpses, men and women that she’d been working alongside only moments prior, soldiers that she had been trying to heal, innocents that the archdruid was giving everything to protect. Beneath her feet the ground rumbled like thunder, growing louder hundreds became thousands as demons crawled from the bottom of the Abyssal pit while the Inferno collapsed behind them. 
Death had long become comfortable to her, He was an old friend in which the archdruid was painfully familiar with. She’d met him more than once, he was there when she bid farewell to nieces and nephews, he stood at the ready when Nettelia said goodbye to friends or acolytes that were taken far too soon. The nymphs that used to braid her hair, the fey that used to fill her life with so many songs and so many fables. He had not come for her husband, and selfishly, Nettelia had been grateful. 
These demons were coming for her, they were coming for her home, and thousands grew further, middling, lesser and greater: half a million with the monarchy of Hell toted above them. Charon, Alecto, Minos, Rhadamanthus, an Aeacus in cages and chains, they’d be dead already if Death had not opted to turn a blind eye. Lucifer with their six present siblings, an army that grew as it continued to rumble from below, not only did they march, but they dug as well into the ground beneath her feet. Nettelia the mad, the deranged, the heartbroken woman who’d given everything and lost just as much for a man who couldn’t look at her without cringing. 
She’d brought Epimetheus here to protect him, if nothing else Nettelia thought that she could shelter him but the force of the blast had been too quick and too great. Too sudden, Nettelia was immune, but still she had taken the power that came her way and hoarded it like the glutton so many had taken to see her as. The woman who couldn’t let go, the mad creature who’d slaughtered a hundred just to save one. Selfish to her core. Unforgiving, petty, relentless, and ruthless. Maybe it was true, maybe she was all of those things: but if she had forced Epimetheus away from the beginning like she should have, her brother-in-law would still be alive. He was a comforting thought, Epimetheus reminded her of one of the last times she’d been happy, and in her greed she had kept him at her side. 
His lifeless body next to her, stripped of flesh, the feathers of the avariel strewn about- Nettelia shouldn’t have been able to recognize him. It was the macabre nature of the archdruid that was half death and half divinity to know a person by the shape of their skull alone, by the width and breadth of their ribcage and how he’d coiled his arms in front of his face in fear of the end. Nettelia had failed him, she’d failed so many, now the hordes of Hell sought to wash the earth while the book still lived and breathed at her back. She couldn’t allow that, whatever time she could buy for them, Nettelia would: gladly, and hopeful that if it was nothing else then it could at the very least be enough.
The demons felt like fire, a great rise of hellfire over the horizon that looked at the vile archdruid as an easy meal. Among her siblings there were none with a knowledge so intricate in the ways of healing as her, the healer always had the bloodiest hands, and those most apt at repairing the body were most apt at destroying it as well. Elements of the earth: what else was a body if not a composite of oxygen, hydrogen, nitrogen, carbon, calcium, and phosphorus? Sulphur, potassium, sodium, chlorine, and magnesium? She’d come to understand each as she had knit them neatly together to create the necronomicon in the first place, bindings of flesh and bone to infuse magic and creation itself. From the bedrock of the Otherworld itself Nettelia pulled the power from the foundation of the shifting realm, let it sing under her veins as the murkiness of the swamps desiccated, the trees petrified and shattered. The air itself became still and quiet as the clouds above evaporated. Into the archdruid their power was pulled until there was nothing but a barren, trembling earth beneath her feet. 
Nettelia’s hands touched the ground at her feet, the dark gift of transference, of life and of death was a weight that Oztalun had saddled her with. A blessing and a curse, she’d used him once to create the necronomicon, and the Asphodel had used him a second time to further their means. This had begun with her and this would end with her. 
Tendrils of magic threaded their way into the corpses and the devastated, ripped apart at the seams, shredded by the necronomicon’s insatiable appetite, the parts of the Allies’ bodies that were torn away were patched up with rocks, with water, with fire, and with air. Nettelia sewed them together as she stitched their bodies, amalgamations of flesh, bone, and the ephemeral elements of the Otherworld beneath their feet. Necromantic golems of the fallen Allies stood in the path of the great force, some in the shape of serpents, others as giants, or dire wolves. Teeth, claws, and breaths of concussive air, flames, or torrents of highly pressurised water that could cut diamonds. 
The demons broke against her wall, violet eyes blazed, and Nettelia screamed.
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Epimetheus (Satellite of Saturn)
Credit: Gordan Ugarkovic
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