#somewhere on erytheia

[p5x-theories]

An update to the Persona battle portraits (pretty sure that's what these are, because all the shadows have them following the same naming convention)- here's the new Personas!

Some other interesting stuff in these under the cut:

First and foremost, the plot thickens, as it so often seems to with Okyann. Cleodora's listed as "chiyome", and the "chiyome" from the first beta's still here as well, though organized with the other shadows.

Chiyome has a similar appearance to Shadow Kayo, though it's not exact (but it's probably safe to assume they're connected, given Cleodora is Kayo's Persona).

Second, Leo's Persona is listed as "Ekedena", and Kii's is "Xuke" :

Not sure if this means particularly Leo's Persona was incorrectly fan-translated up to this point, or if it's just how they wrote it. Persona names, especially shadow names, in these files aren't always 1:1 with the English names; for instance, Agathion is "Agation", Shiisaa is "Sisa", and perhaps most drastically, Pyro Jack/Jack o' Lantern is "Rantan", probably as a shortening of how his name is written in at least Japanese, Jakkurantan. Prosymna is "Puluoximuna", which I'm pretty sure is in fact just the way it's pronounced in Chinese (the pinyin spelling?), or at least an altered version of the Japanese pronunciation (which would be "Puroshimuna"). "Xuke" could, similarly, be Syke, although it feels like just a bit more of a stretch? "Ekedena", though, kind of sounds like Echidna off the top of my head, more than Erytheia. But it could be some other mythical figure I'm not thinking of, or maybe a previous name, or something weirder going on. Genuinely not sure how deep this one is, just wanted to note it somewhere.

Third, Pegasus:

It appears twice, both with the shadows and with the Thieves' Personas. There's no Pegasus shadow in P5 (or any of the Persona games for that matter, as far as I can remember or find on the SMT Wiki), so this is new. Not sure whose it is or why, though. But it's certainly here.

Fourth, and probably least consequential:

"Weizhi02"? Looks like a placeholder, just stands out in name to me because Wonder's mom's text sprite in the first beta was also named weizhi.

#official art #second beta #mandrin #meng po #erytheia #prosymna #cleodora #syke #theories #okyann #also for the record both the Styx and Portia ones remain in the files as well. portia was w the shadows though #pegasus

[deathlessathanasia]

“Ancient sources do not agree on the exact location of the garden, although all situate it beyond the limits of the known world. Like Geryon’s Erytheia, it is usually placed in the far west, beyond the Oceanus River, where the sun sets, and near Atlas, who was condemned by Zeus to support the sky forever (e.g., Hesiod, Theogony 215–216; Pherecydes fr. 16 Fowler).4 In that part of the world there was also supposed to be the Elysion. Other (later) versions place it somewhere in North Africa (Apollonius Argonautica 4.1398–1399, Diodorus 4.26) sometimes specified as Libya (Varro De re rustica 2.1.6), Cyrenaica, or the land of the Ethiopians (Virgil Aeneid 4.480–482). Unusually, Apollodorus (Bibliotheca 2.5.11; probably based on Pherecydes) places it in the land of the Hyperboreans in the farthest north. This garden, often referred to as the garden of the gods (Pherecydes frr. 16–17 Fowler),6 is thus located in a liminal zone where the cosmic levels merge: where the Ocean marks the end of the world, earth and sky meet, and night and day draw near and greet one another (Hesiod Theogony 744–751).7 Located in the far west, where Helios begins his nightly journey back to the east, it is also a place where the celestial and terrestrial realms meet the infernal realm, and it is thus tinged with chthonic associations. The garden may have been assimilated in popular belief (Euripides Hippolytus 742–751) with the Elysion and the Isles of the Blessed, based on shared characteristics like location at the end of the earth and utopian happiness; however, it was reserved for the gods and normally inaccessible to mortals.

In this primordial garden of the gods, a pagan Garden of Eden, grew divine fruits. Golden apples were produced by either a single tree or a grove created from the apple-bearing branches Gaia had presented as a wedding gift to Zeus and Hera, according to Pherecydes (fr. 16c Fowler, Athenaeus 3.83c). The apple was rich in mythological significance; it was a symbol of fruitfulness, life force, love, and beauty, and therefore was an appropriate gift at a wedding. “Golden” stresses the preciousness of these apples but also their incorruptible nature that assigns them to the divine sphere. Therefore, even though no sources specify that the golden apples of the Hesperides conferred immortality or youth, their divine associations and location in the paradise-like garden of the gods may have foreshadowed Heracles’ immortality. A variant tradition reported by Diodorus (4.26–27) rationalized the apples into sheep (the Greek word mēla signifies both) called golden for their beauty or because of their peculiar gold-colored wool.”

 - Labor XI: The Apples of the Hesperides by Gina Salapata, from the Oxford Handbook of Heracles

#garden of the hesperides #apples of the hesperides #thanks for the confirmation that their popular appellation as 'apples of immortality' is baseless and inaccurate #I think people associate them with Idun's apples from Norse mythology hence the confusion #quotes #excerpts

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P.Oxy.XXXII 2617 Stesichorus, Geryoneis? ed. E. Lobel

Publication date: 1967. Author: Stesichorus. Date: First century. Provenance: Oxyrhynchus Location: Papyrology Rooms, Sackler Library, Oxford. Genre: Lyric Poetry. Format: Roll Material: Papyrus

#god. #u #tagamemnon #geryoneis #stesichorus #somewhere on erytheia #red meat #you can of course keep shaking the box #geryon went flickering #ancient greek #archeology #ph #inventory #items of interest

[scratchface]

Preview: the last three labors

Day 02 (Dec. 11): three things

Extremely self-indulgent mythology!AU. RIP non-classical normies. Full one-shot sometime next week.

Summary: The godling returns again and again, chasing an evasive promise of redemption.

“Just repent, and my father will let you go.”

Too bad redemption is the last thing on Atlas’s mind.

A young man stood before him—almost human, but not quite. A godling.

“I am Ryoken, of the East.” The hero is radiant, as all of Zeus’s children are; he has the beauty of Helen, the dignity of Perseus. But he is not of Mycenae, or of any land Atlas knows. This little godling is far from home. “I seek the cattle of Greyon.”

Far from home and lost, evidently.

It has been a long time since he spoke to anyone. His jaw creaks as he forces it open, only to find his tongue dry and unmoving. The godling waits patiently as he struggles, until his voice finally creaks out. “Then you have come too far.” Each word is more difficult than the last, but he does not stop. “This is the farthest West—Non plus ultra. There is nothing further beyond for one such as yourself.”

There is much beyond, but it is not a trip for mortals; the land of Ethiops and its fellows are out of this godling’s reach. And Atlantis, thriving in the unknown—that is a secret he will bear for eternity, just like everything else.

It is only by his uncle’s golden ship that this godling has made it this far, to Erytheia and its gardens. Greyon is here, somewhere, but like the Hesperides, the giant keeps well away.

The godling watches him with clever eyes, taking in his stooped posture: his knee digging into the Earth, his arms straining against the tapestry of stars draped over his back. “You are Atlas.”

His name sounds foreign on the godling’s lips, almost forbidden. It’s been so long since anyone has called him anything, but it seems the mortals still remember him. His brother’s favored creations have good memories, then; it has been an eternity since he taught them about the stars and how to wait for them.

Now, those same stars dance in the godling’s eyes as they linger. “I thought you would be taller.”

He is smaller now than he ever was before. When he was first forced to his knees here, he was taller than the mountain, and his brother’s mortals would gather around his feet, their voices faint when they reached his ears. Now, still kneeling, he only reaches this mortal’s waist.

Maybe the sky will someday crush him into nothing at all.

#datastormdecember #yugioh vrains #vrains #yusaku fujiki #ryoken kogami #ygo

[hairclipper]

SILICON & EPOXY

444mhz. somewhere on erytheia but the two headed calf is a cyborg etc capacitor inductor tuning coil earpiece. mechanical headpieces. radio static.  tubes.  silicon. i need it for my dreams. ghosts in the machine. > prev. haunted meat. a leotard a commissioner a single hoard.

#folder

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zoe bestie what does your blog title translate to english as?

ὡς ὅκα μάκων is “as when a poppy” or “like a poppy”, it’s from geryoneis S15

anne carson translates it in autobiography of red as!!:

#FORGOT THIS WAS IN THE DRAFTS SORRY LOVE #violet #somewhere on erytheia #geryoneis #autobiography of red #as when a poppy shames itself in a whip of nude breeze #walkie talkie #inbox #channel 3 #channel 6 #channel 105101 #channel 99104

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Back on shore beside my ship, I scolded each of them. It did no good; the cows were dead already. The gods sent signs— the hides began to twitch, the meat on skewers started mooing, raw and cooked. There was the sound of cattle lowing. For six days my men banqueted on beef from Helios.

Odyssey, trans. Emily Wilson

#insane insane insane #the meat on skewers started mooing; raw and cooked #odyssey #w #q #red meat #somewhere on erytheia #cows #look at the skill and spirit with which i rise from that which resembles the grave but isn’t #* #animal death #ghosts #tagamemnon

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The land of Death is a duned land. Xeric. Saly’aay. Saly’aat. We burn our dead we say—: because we do. Touch me I say, because it’s a story we become.

Natalie Diaz, “Duned”

#natalie diaz #w #p #contact is crisis #* #desert #somewhere on erytheia #i

[exitwound]

Then, still without saying a word, the Red Girl began to pinch me. She pinched hard, picking up pieces of my almost nonexistent flesh and twisting it around. At first, I vowed not to cry, but it went on for so long that tears I could not control streamed down my face. I cried so much that my chest began to heave, and then, as if my heaving chest caused her to have some pity on me, she stopped pinching and began to kiss me on the same spots where shortly before I had felt the pain of her pinch. Oh, the sensation was delicious—the combination of pinches and kisses. And so wonderful we found it that, almost every time we met, pinching by her, followed by tears from me, followed by kisses from her were the order of the day. I stopped wondering why all the girls whom I had mistreated and abandoned followed me around with looks of love and adoration on their faces.

Jamaica Kincaid, Annie John

#oh...paging thru this book again. like biting into a warm rain soaked guava #i read it so long ago i think i was a little too young to really appreciate it #i feel like re reading after i finish autobiography of red. well. play stupid games win stupid prizes #w #* #annie john #prose #twelve little bobby pins in two straight lines #somewhere on erytheia #please could you be tender

[hairclipper]

GARDEN OF EARTHLY DELIGHTS

THE WORLD TURNS ON

water water everywhere and not a drop to drink. evil earth garden of earthly delights. somewhere on erytheia. geryon went flickering. somewhere definitely on erytheia  lesbian fig wasps. the world and i. the carnal and the sublime. everything’s coming up green. stubborn odes. the blue holds. the dionysian and apollonian. 

FIELD GUIDE

insects. plume. eyes. lambda. animals. critters. fish. insects. lamb. wolves. cows. cats. soft. fire. i am a forest fire. cold. snow. rocks. in the fields. bones. 2d. 3d. cross. blades. guns. weaponry. 

STRATA 

nothing but my own soft shell.

so let’s take off the body. body as shell jacket. reticulum. shells. cocci. forms.

NOW AGAIN

mirror neurons. mirror mirror. fractals. patterns. reiteration.

FLUID DYNAMICS

water. waterlogged.  what the water gave me.  stomatag.  drowning girl.

#folder