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channydraws · 6 months
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Yearly asking time:
How are Razzy and Mary doing from that Big Bad Wolfs story?
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Erys made Dibbles let them have a sleepover.
Livian invited herself in, because she could.
Dibbles doesn't deserve this-
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eucanthos · 4 months
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Hamadryas' digital future -possibly-
Hamadryas / ἁμαδρυάς (sacred oak tree spirit. With Oxylus became mother of all tree nymphs that inhabit living trees and die with them).
Ernst Deger: Portrait of a Young Woman, 1835 [Angelic youth face mix, from Renaissance and Early German masters, used as iconography for spiritual propaganda (Christian)]
Tiepolo's Daphne (front) and Theodoor van Thulden after Rubens Apollo and Daphne 1636 mix
Nicolas Henri Jacob for Jean-Baptiste Marc Bourgery's Traité complet de l'anatomie de l'homme, 1831, Paris: Delaunay.
SNAKE Photo by Alexandra Von Fuerst
Burt Glinn Swing, Child and Gaudi Cathedral Barcelona, 1959
HAND Edita Vilkeviciute by Solve Sundsbo
Robert Mapplethorpe Lisa Lyon 1982 [strong arm]
Skeleton laskowski_t01-nlm
Erysichthon (Gr myth): Ἐρυσίχθων ὁ Θεσσαλός ("earth-tearer"), son of Triops, dared to timber the sacred oak (killing hamadryas nymph) inside a grove of Ceres / Demeter; as punishment, she sent Famine to posses his body and torment him by insatiable hunger. He sold all his possessions and even sold his daughter Mestra -Μήστρα- numerous times, taking advantage of her shape-shifting power (Poseidon’s gift). Never having enough to eat, Erysichthon eventually consumed himself.
[Eva, Daphne, Flora, all connect with tree narratives]
Dec 29 update
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hamadryad
https://sammlung.staedelmuseum.de/en/work/portrait-of-a-young-woman
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sarafangirlart · 10 days
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what do you think about king Erysichthon of Thessaly
He had it coming lol
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mazm-imagines · 4 months
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Thy Creature Modern/Zombie AU Part 2
Because i went past the word count on the last one... oops... same tws.
Victor has been trying to make a cure but to no avail because everything's just infected and disgusting. Not a sterile surface in sight. Can't make heads from tails out of the biomass.
When the residents finally find him, he realizes he never had a chance of making the cure. He's begging them to save him but he can't be saved. He sees the creature and goes enranged because if it weren't for it, he wouldn't have had continued doing it because he was successful (classic Victor putting the blame on everyone else...)
He gets enraged enough that he goes full mutant mode, taking a little piece of each Nepe Zombie. 701's ribbons that come from her body, Raven's wings, EL's teeth, Atlas' relaxant, Siren's hallucinogen, and Nameless' roaring.
Everyone has to help kill him now. Justine is in tears doing it because that's her childhood friend goddamit!!! But he's no longer the person she knew
Noah's so happy/j. He feels bad bc this is his student but at the same time what the fuck man.
They let Ben free to attack Victor but he nearly loses himself to the infection...
Noah does manage to figure out a sort of vaccine which cant reverse the damage, but definitely help stop it/clear it out of someones system. Using the strain in Creature which has since stabilized further, hes able to inoculate everyone on the team.
Now it's just a matter of introducing it to the world.
Bens condition has been halted but his body is more gelatinous/sensitive, meaning theyll have to take care of him. Theyre more than happy to bc at least hes not dead :3
YIPPEEEEE Happy ending
Now you guys may be wondering why everyone lives... bc i want them too but also considering Thy Creature is a zombie apocalypse adjacent story and the residents survived that ordeal. I think they would survive this one.
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violetrose-art · 8 months
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Nice retelling
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moon-meerkat · 1 year
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my comfort myths are the death of actaeon and the death of erisychthon
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foodoffical · 8 months
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Erysichthon has nothing on me
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gwaaaaar · 1 month
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This would be the creature and ELs dynamic if EL was in the early access ver
Alternatively, Creature calling Noah
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duisarcusxiv · 7 months
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Care to make a pact?
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fumifooms · 10 months
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Dungeon food, ah, dungeon food
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Laios Touden and the Winged Lion
Dungeon Meshi, Ryoko Kui
^ 1:  Margaret Atwood, You Are Happy / 2: Grouper, Poison Tree / 3: Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry / 4: Emma Rebholz, No Good Boodsuckers / 5: Natalie Diaz, Postcolonial Love Poem / 6:  Tanaka Mhishi / 7: Jenefer Shute, Life-Size / 8 : Yves Olade, Belovéd / 9: Lara Williams, Supper Club / 10:  Ovid (tr. Henry T. Riley), The Story of Erysichthon from Metamorphoses / 11:  Alex Lemon, Another Last Day / 12:  Kathy Acker, Empire of the Senseless / 13: Grouper, Poison Tree / 14:  Neil Hilborn, A Place Where Someone Loves You / 15: / 16: Bon Iver & St. Vincent, Roslyn v 17: Jess Zimmerman, Hunger Makes Me / 18: Yves Olade, Dark When It Gets Dark, “Topograph” Special credit: Entroponauts gathered most of these
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channydraws · 11 months
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Seeing the sheep kinda reminds me, what happened to the Wolf and the Pig that were dating?
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One day...
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eucanthos · 8 months
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elemental traces no.8 ∈ 42 / Pandora
Nagi Sakai: Guinevere van Seenus for Zoo Magazine Fall 2017 [indestructible beauty]
Vintage Medical Anatomy Illustration
Daniel Firman: Gathering 2000
Sean Smylie Anatomy WIP
Liebherr HS 8040.1 Duty cycle crawler crane
Baby's hand (exploited innocence)
70% of plastics marine pollution comes from the land. The rest 30% is mostly fishing nets.
Erysichthon/Erisichthon (Ἐρυσίχθων means "earth-tearer"):
Demeter punished Erysichthon for cutting down a sacred Oak for profit, by sending Limos (female monster-spirit of unrelenting and insatiable hunger), to possess him. He sold all his possessions and even his daughter Mestra -Μήστρα- taking advantage of her shape-shifting power (Poseidon's gift) to sell her numerous times, but there was never enough. Eventually, Erysichthon ate himself.
Sep 07, 2021 post revisited
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nvirskies · 2 months
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(teaser) just a bite - c. la rue
vampire!clarisse la rue x fem!human!reader (vampire au)
warnings: vampirism, predatory behavior, dubious consent, predator/prey, very ooc clarisse, descriptions of injury, descriptions of blood
sneak peek of little vamp!clarisse in the works, coming out soon :)
taglist: @star-girl69 @azrielspeaks @petitegavotte @b0ok-lover @lvrue
men, nsfw, non-sapphic, 16-/19+ dni
She was a hunter, and you, her prey.
The first moment Clarisse smelled your blood, she knew you were the one she had to have next. The red liquid of life that rushed through your veins was so, so enticing. Almost as if it were calling out to her to have a taste.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t just take you then and there, with you drunkenly stumbling into her master’s territory. You were but a stupid human after all, with an open gash on the side of your shoulder from whatever altercation you had gotten yourself into during the wee hours of the morning.
So, she let you leave.
Oh, how the beast within her roared to be fed, to feast and drink endlessly from the pulsing vein in your neck, to have a taste of the sweetness you were unknowingly sustained by.
Clarisse’s own slowly-beating heart thudded in her chest with an intensity that she hadn’t felt in years, and the inextricable pull she felt towards you was only tightening.
She could hear your breaths from a mile away, and a portion of her wondered what your voice would sound like if you were to plead for her mercy or beg for a moment of reprieve.
How sweet your little gasps would sound, ringing out into the air around the two of you. Or the hitches in your staggered breaths as she savored the taste of you like a sommelier to a fine wine.
Except, she wouldn’t drink slowly like a sommelier, no. She wouldn’t swirl the crimson liquid around in her mouth, allowing every note to hit her palate. She wouldn’t ponder about the history behind its formation or why it tasted like it did. She wouldn’t sip delicately.
Clarisse would devour, she would tear apart and ravage you like a woman starved the moment your blood hit her tongue. She would consume, greedily drinking all that she could, akin to King Erysichthon’s curse of boundless hunger. The warmth of the life-sustaining liquid coating her mouth and the deliciously ironic taste of it would drive her mad.
Maybe it would be savory, maybe it would be the sweetest thing she’d ever tasted. Whatever it tasted like, she knew she would seek it time and time again, consumed by her need for it like an addict and their vice.
She was salivating at the mere thought of it, her mind spinning wild with the possibilities of the power she held over you.
Clarisse would have to wait until you stumbled into her territory to make her move, and luckily for her, that day came quickly.
It wasn’t more than a few nights later that you came unknowingly stumbling into the streets she had claimed as hers.
Being her master’s favorite underling meant that she had full hunting privileges, and she intended to use those privileges as much as she could.
Especially when it came to someone as tempting as you.
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minotaurmutual · 2 years
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Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic II: The Sith Lords / Lara Williams, Supper Club / Théodore Géricaul, The Raft of the Medusa (1818–19) / Jenefer Shute, Life-Size / Ovid (tr. Henry T. Riley), The Story of Erysichthon from Metamorphoses / Guillermo Lorca Garcia-Huidobro, The Banquet (2013-14) / Maya C. Popa, from “The Color Wheel Has Been Cancelled”, American Faith / Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood / Interview With the Vampire (1994) / Yves Olade, Belovéd / Natalie Diaz, Postcolonial Love Poem / William-Adolphe Bouguereau, Dante and Virgil (1850) / J. Karl Bogartte, A Curious Night for a Double Eclipse / Leah Raeder, Black Iris / Hannibal (2013-2015) / Marina Tsvetaeva, Poem of the End / The Terror (2018) / CS Lewis, The Horse and His Boy / Beastars (2019 - ?) / Hélène Cixous from “The Love of the Wolf” / “The Cannibal” / Azra T. / Raw (2016) / Richard Siken, from Crush; “Wishbone” / Severance (2022 - ?) / Emma Rebholz, No Good Boodsuckers / Aex Lemon, Another Last Day / Francisco Goya, Saturn Devouring His Son (c. 1819–1823) / Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry / Black Sails (2014 - 2017) / Kathy Acker, Empire of the Senseless / Anaïs Nin, Henry and June / Neon Genesis Evangelion (1995–1996) / Tanaka Mhishi / Margaret Atwood, You Are Happy / Jennifer’s Body (2009) / KotOR II / Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems of E. M; “True Encounter”
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mazm-imagines · 3 months
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„Happy Valentines Day fellow Dr. Erysichton. I shall hope this year your experiments will be more useful” Yor chuckled and rolled his eyes „Shall we procede with celebrations? Spare the chocolate, pass the wine”
(He/him, scientists, love-hate relationships)
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"Thank you... ever the pertinent one now, aren't we?" In the span of the time they spent together, Erysichthon had come to know of his assistant's preferences. And that was just how he liked it. There was no time to be spared for beating around the bush when it came to experiments.
But Erysichthon could be careful, could be patient. Could drag things out as much as he wanted to. With a snap of his fingers, his body contorted into the smaller body known as EL. In his hands was a bottle of wine, almost akin to an offering.
"And you have nothing for me? What a shame... maybe I could go flatter Justine for a gift... You must be the only one that doesn't take pity on this form of mine." He playfully remarked as he cleared his desk of the papers on them to make room for their wine glasses.
"Maybe I poisoned this bottle... I jest! That's what you humans call a joke, right?" Even despite the grim joke, he carefully poured out the wine into the glasses. To verify that he was in fact joking, he took the first swig from his own glass. Although that meant nothing considering what he was.
"Well in any case, Happy Valentine's Day Yor. I retrieved this from the cellar, it should be to your taste. I could always have a better assistant but... you suffice." He didn't want a better assistant though, considering all the meticulous trouble he went through to make the day somewhat nice.
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violetrose-art · 8 months
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As scary as this story is, it's one of my favorite myths
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