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greek mythology really do be like
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lenaleviosa · 1 year
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The song of Achilles, but Patroclus as Paris and Achilles as Helen. 
Deidamia sets of to war with Phthia over Achilles. And Achilles is just so annoyed the entire time, “come on Deidamia, you always knew I was gay!” and Deidamia just wants to hear none of it,”I’m having your child!” and then the war lasts 10 years, it could have been much shorter, but Achilles doesn’t want to slaughter his old friends from the court of Lycomedes. 
And then Patroclus gets hurts in one of the fights and Achilles is really angry and the war is over five minutes later and everyone is just like “why did we have to be here for 10 years then?” And Thesis isn’t a jerk and doesn’t raise Pyrrhus and then Pyrrhus just comes to live with Patroclus and Achilles and everything ends well for everyone except Deidamia and Odysseus who still somehow can’t find his way home even though the guy has been to Phythia before.
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Jacques-Louis David (French, 1748-1825) Detail from The Loves of Paris and Helen, 1788
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littlesparklight · 2 months
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Summary: If there was a game to be played in Sparta, and that game involved kissing the royal couple, Paris would only be breaking the rules by kissing Helen.
That's how it is, after all, whether it's fair or not.
(Ships: Helen/Paris, Menelaos/Paris)
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a-d-nox · 2 years
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hi, this is just a mini announcement for some of you that i DO NOT participate in chain mail or things like “post this and tag # friends.” my account is solely focused on astrology and mythology. please don’t use my comments, dms, or ask box for a request that i participate in chain posting.
that’s all :)
-a.d. nox
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notnormalme · 2 years
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So I found another funny thing and I wanted to do this
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I just can't be happier, most of my oc have medium or long hair and the fact that he is French... MY GOD ITS JUST PERFECT
And thats how I made him Chasseur :'D
Some sketches because why not
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✨Yes I can draw✨
And the final effect ^w^
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His name is Pâris and his weapon is bow, and because he is Chasseur his bow have a name, and her name is Helen
I think I'll do something like that once more, it was fun
Have a nice day :D
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adhdchilles · 5 months
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iliad tumblr simulator
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boss is asleep. currently on a quest to steal some wine
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stop reblogging this i'm gonna get caught you fuckers
#/srs
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hahaha it would be so funny if i got so deathly drunk my hot doctor boyfriend had to escort me to the infirmary and pin me down so i dont end up stabbing someone and holding me by the hair to force my chin up and make me drink medicine hahahahaha
#please #pleaseee #i am so gay rn
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🚬 menelaghh Follow
i miss my wife
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currently having the time of my life. everything is great. except my new husband. i hope he dies
#captive princess life
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never thought id have to say this but please do not try to make homemade wine with random shit you find on the woods ?? a guy just died
#psa #medicine
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👤 hektoroftroy Follow
guys im gonna be honest the worst thing to ever happen in my life was my brother coming back
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:((
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you are literally on my DNI. this is your fifth account. please go away
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why are all the animals coughing to death?
#is this normal #vets of tumblr answer me
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these trojans ain't shit 😂😂😂 we'll be winning this easy fr
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girl help it's been ten years
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👁 cassssandra Follow
being haunted by visions can be very fun actually
#therapist told me to be positive #trying
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🐭 parisbutitsnotfrance Follow
hello
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stop telling me to kill myself???
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i hope you nerds name men on men attraction after me when i die
#if this doesnt happen then what is the point
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wolfythewitch · 1 year
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dad jokes
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hashtagartistlife · 7 months
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how much greek mythology do you know?
(for ichiruki month 2023 day 8: fairest)
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snakeguy999 · 2 months
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One, two
Honey, what'd you take?
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dootznbootz · 2 months
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"The text is all up to interpretation."
The Text:
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mothmanismymainman · 1 year
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the iliad as those bird memes (sorry for weird formatting at the end)
achilles:
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patroclus:
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helen:
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diomedes:
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hector:
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odysseus:
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andromache:
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calchas:
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paris:
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bonus! clytemnestra:
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apollosgiftofprophecy · 8 months
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littlesparklight · 3 months
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You stand above your brother in his bed, occupied now by more than just pillows and blankets, for the woman at his back is fair and terrifying, even in sleep. You look between them, and you stand above your brother and think -
Is it too late to kill him now?
There are no ships on the horizon - yet - and if you present a body along with the stolen wife when the husband turns up, will that break the omen your mother dreamed?
Is it too late to kill him now?
You drop your hand down - perhaps to close around his throat, another already clutching one of those many, many pillows, and in the dark it'd be easy, wouldn't it? All you do is caress his cheek, your fingers digging stiffly into the pillow. He exhales, a tender shallow ease of breath, and there is this little smile on his lips.
You stand above your brother in his bed, there are ships on the shore, and you have cursed him for a plague, a bane, a cruelty raised by the Olympian to bring your house down, and -
it's too late to kill him now.
It'd be easy to do it, however. You carry a dagger at your belt even now, having left your own bed. Or you could perhaps stir up one of your other brothers, the city, some of your father's council. The baby was almost killed once, after all; what would it matter if it was realized now? Kin-blood believed to have been spilled is surely no less polluting than it being done in reality. The attempt might only have been in the handing over of a fragile infant into another's hands, handed over into the bosom of a mountain, wild and no place for such a tender little being.
But the mountain had been merciful, and nurtured instead of torn asunder, and now you're standing above your brother in his bed.
It's too late to kill him now, but would anyone blame you, blame anyone at all they might suspect, as much as they hate him, a hatred unsaid? Simmering. You don't know how he walks through the palace, the city, his life and not cower from the knowledge; he can't not know.
Your brother - pretty, soft, laughing, shining - doomed and dooming all of you from the start. What does an infant know of causing death? Your father tried to kill an innocent. Some of your brothers attempted it next, an innocent only wishing to reclaim what he thought belonged to him and them not knowing who the slave they felt so insulted by was.
Perhaps it's only fair he will kill you all, merely by existing, by batting those ridiculous lashes to lure the woman still sleeping at his back out of her home, her marriage, her life, and into yours.
You stand above your brother in his bed, and brush your knuckles down his cheek.
It's too late to kill him now, and no matter that you've cursed him and wished him dead - to his face, to your parents' faces, but never to anyone else's - with every angry word to spit at him there's always this echo of the wide, wide eyes, the trembling hand in yours as you help him up from kneeling next to the altar in your head.
Your little brother, that you failed to protect when he was born. And what are you if you don't protect? It's too late to kill him now, anyway. Was always too late.
You meet the gleaming whites of Helen's gaze in the darkness, watching her smooth her grip on your brother's arm into a stroke. Both of you can feel the relief staining the air as you turn away, pretending like she wasn't ready to help you.
You leave your brother in his bed.
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kirstydreaming · 6 months
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Helen Owen
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Saying Helen is a passive female character is insane when she literally comes to Aphrodite with the absolute steel chair of “dear lord why are you here now? What? you’re gonna drag me along to a different city cause you have another boytoy there? How bout you give up being a goddess and let Paris wife you up or enslave you instead?”
Then when a literal goddess threatens to kill her for that goes to Paris and just says “it would be better if you died out there”.
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