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h0bg0blin-meat · 17 days
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Hyakinthos: *in a drive-through* What do you want?
Apollo: A cheeseburger please.
Hyakinthos: *pulls up to the window* Can I get a pleaseburger cheese?
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I'm so sorry Hyakinthos, but it's actually really funny
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burning-river-ghost · 9 months
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Finally got around to coloring this piece. Hyacinthus/Hyakinthos’ ascension to godhood.
Did you know that different hyacinth colors have different meanings?
-Yellow hyacinths mean jealously(never a good idea to gift to people. It would be insulting to them)
-Purple hyacinths mean forgiveness and sorrow
-Blue hyacinths mean sincerity, loyalty, and fidelity
-Pink hyacinths are playful joy
-White hyacinths are for deep thoughts of other people in its purest form
-Red hyacinths mean playful, light, platonic love(even though red flowers usually represent romantic or passionate love, hyacinths are a bit different, though red hyacinths can still mean romance and passion)
Hail Hyakinthos!
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upismediacenter · 2 months
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LITERARY: A Larkspur in Lacedaemonia
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hellokittysasuke · 23 days
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LISTEN to me. Generally I'm not a big fan of romantic love as this mythical, overpowering entity that takes from and dominates all other forms of love. Because its not, its flexible, ebbing and flowing, and no less meaningful for it!! Soulmates aren't discovered, they're built after a lifetime of understanding and care!!
BUT THEM..Them!!
There's just something about the pathos of a love that is all-consuming and transcendental, near-mythological in its intensity. An immortal love. The other half of your soul, the imprint you'd even know blind. Your life-breath. You'd choose them over and over again, in every lifetime. If not them, then who?
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starofmithras · 1 year
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A Prayer to Apollon on World AIDS Day
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The Tiber Apollo statue in Rome. Photograph by Miguel Hermoso Cuesta. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.
I call upon Apollon Loimios, Averter of evil and deliverer from plague. As you mourned your beloved Hyakinthos, So we grieve for our sisters and brothers Lost to the terrible scourge of AIDS. So many lives cut off too soon, Struck by your far-flung arrows, A generation of voices silenced, Suspended like the fateful throw of a discus. On this first day of bleak December, We call upon their names, We remember their stories, We honor their legacy. May their memory be to us Like an ever-blooming flower, Bringing light and color To a world dull and gray. We ask you, O gentle Paieon, Bless their souls in fair Elysium, Grant them mercy, peace, and well-deserved rest. Bring comfort to those who mourn them, Give strength to those still living with the disease, And accord us wisdom to face future epidemics With greater tolerance, compassion, and wisdom. Hear, Boedromios, and accept my prayer.
by Kyle Kepulis
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hyacinth-meadows · 6 months
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Terracotta Hyakinthos Statuette
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A terracotta figure of Hyakinthos riding a swan (a bird sacred to Apollo and used to fly to Hyperborea), Greek C5th B.C., located at The Met.
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aimee-maroux · 2 years
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It's Kinktober, witches!
I'm proud of myself for diligently writing Greek myth shorties for Kinktober this year. They are all free to read on my website where nothing is finished but you can read the shorts.
Posting these cost me like 40 followers on Twitter. Don't disappoint me, Tumblr 😂
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nightwings-dumpy · 1 year
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Hyakinthos: Her eyes are so intense. Her attitude so awkward. I think I wanna kiss her.
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glitchb0t · 1 month
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yes hello i did an art thing for tiktok with my durge son 💜
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h0bg0blin-meat · 4 months
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Polyboea: It doesn’t have a bone.
Hyacinthus: Then why is it called a boner?
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wind-up-thancred · 9 months
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"A bit thin in the aether, but there's no mistaking it—the color of its soul is almost identical to Azem's." "The two of us can discern the color of souls, you see, and yours happens to resemble that of a friend."
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senatushq · 1 year
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the hyakinthos~
NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 3,000+ & UTP SPECIES. Demigod ( Avariel ) ABILITIES. Blade Manipulation + 1 Secondary Ability OCCUPATION. UTP
Fairest and strong, you were a prince of Sparta. Resolute and stalwart. The divine favored you and time and time again suitors would kneel within the palace and ask for your hand. A poet of Thrace challenged the muses on your behalf and for his arrogance they bested him and then cut out his tongue. When Borea came on the North wind and promised you his heart, you rebutted it and turned instead to the fields of war. Zephyrus arrived on the field of battle and offered you his hand in exchange for conquest, but by then you’d already drawn the attention of another. Among other things, Apollo taught your Spartan tongue the worth of poetry and literature, guided your bow and your hands as you brought pride to a family line descended from Ulthar himself. They said lightning coursed through your veins as they had Gorgophone before you, that your wings could cover the world if you saw fit. Fate saw a spiteful lover bring an end to your life as Zephyrus stray wind struck you down, but demigods were not so easily killed. Over your body Apollo wept, a rhyme tethered you to this world, and flowers bloomed in the place where you fell. To Elysia you were taken, but inevitably to the mortal realm you were always fated to return.
this skeleton is currently closed.
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upismediacenter · 1 year
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LITERARY: The Azalea and the Tiger Leafwing
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meowrai · 4 months
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Here's the art I did for @little-river of their characters Limnorae and Hyakinthos for the potluck secret satan!
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starofmithras · 1 year
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Art: "Hyacinthe change en fleur" by Nicolas-Rene Jollain (1769)
I've chosen December 1st, World AIDS Day, to observe the Hyacinthia and honor our ancestors who perished from that horrible disease. For me, the story of Apollo and his beloved Hyacinthus perfectly encapsulates the tragedy of the epidemic, when so many lives and loves were lost unwittingly.
"…'Sparta's son, you have been cheated,' Phoebus cries; 'you've lost the flower of your youth; as I confront your wound, I witness my own crime---my guilt, my grief! It's my right hand that has inscribed your end: I am the author of your death. And yet, what crime is mine? Can play, can sport be blamed? Can having loved be called a fault? If I could only pay for what I've done by dying for or with you---you are one so worthy! But the law of fate denies that chance to me. Yet I shall always have you, Hyacinthus, in my heart, just as your name shall always be upon my lips. The lyre my fingers pluck, the songs I chant, shall celebrate you; and as a new flower, you'll bear, inscribed upon you, my lament…'"
Ovid, "Metamorphoses", Book X, translated by Allen Mandelbaum
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