A fan video made for the fic of @quentinsturlaemilien I’m sorry for both the quality and both for the colors of the biathletes that aren’t the proper color of the necklaces. I tried a lot of things but it didn’t come out like I wanted, so I’m really sad about that :’)
wish we could turn back the time
A meteorite has struck the galaxy where our heroes live. Since then, everyone can time travel. Six best of them can even become Necklace Holders- which means affecting past and the present. Our heroes also become these people. But what happens when a wrong digit is dialed in the time machine and Eric finds himself in a year he was not supposed to be sent to?
something. about. the horror of being sent on an impossible (death) quest and obligations and hospitality politics. the trauma of not having a home, and then the trauma of being in a house that becomes actively hostile to you, one that would swallow you whole and spit out your bones if you step out of line. all of this is conditional, your existence continues to be something men want gone.
it's about going back as far as I can with the perseus narrative because there's always a version of a myth that exists behind the one that survives. the missing pieces are clearly defined, but the oldest recorded version of it isn't there! and there's probably something older before that!! but it's doomed to forever be an unfilled space, clearly defined by an outline of something that was there and continues to be there in it's absence.
and love. it's also about love. even when you had nothing, you had love.
on the opposite side of the spectrum, this is Not About Ovid Or Roman-Renaissance Reception, Depictions And Discourses On The Perseus Narrative.
edit: to add to the above, while it's not about Ovid, because I'm specifically trying to peel things back to the oldest version of this story, Ovid is fine. alterations on the Perseus myth that give more attention Medusa predate Ovid by several centuries. this comic is also not about those, either! there are many versions of this story from the ancient world. there is not one singular True or Better version, they're all saying something.
Perseus, Daniel Ogden
Anthology of Classical Myth: Primary Sources in Translation, edited & translated by Stephen M Trzaskoma, R. Scott Smith, Stephen Brunet
realized quite a long time ago for my APO AU but never posted here officially, so here we go.
GOODBYE TO THE BLUE LONELY SKIES.
The world has fallen apart. A virus killed most of the people or changed them into monsters. In the midst of the chaos, some biathletes managed to survive and are now trying to keep on living, if there's even a life to live on this damned Earth.
Ok look, I was gonna say "I know you mean well" but let's be honest, I don't know if you mean well or not.
As it happens, I like being barefoot. It's a sensory thing- I like to feel the ground under me. It's also a training tool, strengthening my feet and ankles and improving balance. I also often combine pole with ground flips, archery and tree climbing, and there aren't really any shoes I can wear that are suitable for all of those things in the same session. Also, it makes me feel like a wood elf.
But here's the thing: policing how others choose to dress is not cool. There might be any number of practical reasons for it (up to and including 'I like how it looks'), or there might not, but unless they're turning up to your high wire assault course in a bodycon dress and clown shoes, you don't get to tell people what they should or shouldn't wear.