#anthologia

[venceslaugama]

#anthologia

[my-soliloquy-chamber]

I’ve been trying to work my way back towards fandom and particularly writing, carefully and mostly just in spirit without actually doing anything. (Imagine a deeply cowardly stalker peering at you from around corners and from behind hedges, but is still several blocks away and barely able to distinguish between you and a lamppost. It’s been like that.)

But today, I actually opened AO3 to look at the last chapter I posted, and then I actually opened Google Docs and looked through my notes for the story and what I was planning for it. And then I searched through my flat until I found my good pen and the notebook I was using when I wrote last.

That’s where I found that I’d written almost a full chapter 18, the words ending in the middle of a scene because what happened to my dad last year stopped me finishing.

So I’ve been reading what I wrote, and I’m not mad at it. It’s decent, it’s good, I can use it. And then I’ve been very roughly outlining where I’m going next, what needs to be written or researched, where I have finished snippets that need mapping into place.

It was nice, it felt normal, good, but I’m also a little exhausted. This thing feels like a muscle I’ve (rightfully, reasonably) let atrophy. I’m not sure I’ll actually be able to write anything, let alone finish this story, but I’m feeling closer than in a very very long time.

I don’t think I’ll post any chapters until the whole story is complete, though. It feels too much like tempting fate.

#anthologia #I’m trying to find my way back #depression is one hell of an adversary

[lionofchaeronea]

An Epigram on Marcus Aurelius' Meditations

Anthologia Palatina XV.23, author unknown

If you wish to master grief, Open up this blessed book And come to it attentively-- Through it, you may easily see The richest way of thinking about What's to come, what is now, And what is past--how joy and pain Are no whit mightier than smoke.

εἰ λύπης κρατέειν ἐθέλεις, τήνδε μάκαιραν ἀναπτύσσων βίβλον ἐπέρχεο ἐνδυκέως, ἧς ὕπο γνώμην ὀλβίστην ῥεῖά κεν ὄψεαι ἐσσομένων, ὄντων ἠδὲ παροιχομένων, τερπωλὴν τ᾽ ἀνίην τε καπνοῦ μηδὲν ἀρειοτέρην.

#classics #tagamemnon #Greek #Greek language #Greek translation #Ancient Greek #Ancient Greek language #Ancient Greek translation #poem #poetry #Greek poetry #Ancient Greek poetry #poetry in translation #epigram #Marcus Aurelius #Meditations #Anthologia Palatina #Palatine Anthology #Anthologia Graeca #Greek Anthology

[sunlit-gully]

WIP GAMES

Rules: Make a week-long poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.

This poll will be up for a week, until 28th August.

#writing nook #writeblr #wip: anthologia sovietica #wip: eight of stars #wip: dyads

[beatsforbrothels]

Moor Mother & Olof Melander - BLACK DAHLIA

#moor mother #olof meleander #black dahlia #anthologia 01

[mercuriicultores]

Leonidas Tarentinus – Anthologia Palatina, IX, 24 (Codex Palatinus, XXIII, p. 362)

Ἄστρα μὲν ἠμαύρωσε καὶ ἱερὰ κύκλα σελήνης ἄξονα δινήσας ἔμπυρος ἠέλιος· ὑμνοπόλους δ’ ἀγεληδὸν ἀπημάλδυνεν Ὅμηρος, λαμπρότατος· Μουσῶν φέγγος ἀνασχόμενος.

[HIS] El sol ardiente, moviéndose en su carro de fuego, eclipsó las estrellas y los ciclos sagrados de la luna; así Homero oscureció la gloria del rebaño de poetas alzándose como la luz más brillante de las Musas.

#Leonidas Tarentinus #Λεωνίδας ὁ Ταραντῖνος #Anthologia Palatina #Codex Platinus #saec. IV a.Ch.n. #saec. III a.Ch.n. #330 a.Ch.n. #230 a.Ch.n. #scriptum #epigramma #Homerus #Ὅμηρος #MC

[fandom-friday]

Hi!!!

These are some fanfics I recommend focusing on Tim Drake <3333

1. Thursday's Child by anthologia/ @syntactition (tumblr): it's a really cute story of Tim being adopted early into the batfam and he's just really worried about being a burden/being too much for his family,but his family is just worried about him and very patient with him

Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4628028/chapters/10552296

2. Not Unloved Anymore by Paper_Sunflower_Lane/ @paper-sunflower-lane (tumblr): I love the writing style and how his family find out how Tim feels unloved by them because of the truth serum and are trying to find ways to make sure that he knows that he is loved (still waiting for the author to finish, but it’s still something good to read)

Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26479588/chapters/64526056

3. A father's wish by Alone77/ @alone77 : it’s a really cute story on how Bruce (+Clark and Diana) travel back in time to catch a villian but in the process, Bruce gets to spend time with baby Tim before going back to his current time

Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39598968

These are def fanfics to take a look at!!!

Oh wow this is one heck of a list for the Batman fans out there! It's got angst, fluff, and enough feels for everyone! Thanks so much for all the recs!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

#FANDOM FRIDAY #creator appreciation #fic rec #fanfiction #fan fic #batman #dc comics #bruce wayne #tim drake #clark kent #diana #wonderwoman #time travel #alternate universe #fluff #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson #damian wayne #jason todd #hurt/comfort #angst #family bonding

[psikonauti]

Joe Sorren (American, b. 1970)

Anthologia

oil on canvas

#upl #va #art #painting #Joe Sorren

[echolocating]

/before the dive/

full version under the cut (+ an update on my yet unnamed story series ooh)

oh it's been a While since i've posted actual words

first of all, apologies for the radio silence since twitter hit the shitter. (points at all my major life events)

next year it'll be 10 years since i've started working on my ocs (especially these two bastards like who tf are they? eating up my attention span like this all the time...) i'm very happy that the 10 year mark didn't creep on me while i was still wondering where the hell to take the story. well I FINALLY FOUND A START AND END FOR IT. closure feels so sweet, and i'm even more excited to keep writing it

i've got parts of the series already published on ao3, though i was handling these as self standing stories. i still think these can be read individually, but i hope it'll be fun for others to watch how these all connect in the end.

so here's the current state of my unnamed series (ordered chronologically by story events):

barred from heaven - started, on hiatus

anthologia - complete

midnight is muddling our senses again - in progress

(tbc. i'm calling it "nightbreak effect" atm) - the finale. i've had it on my head nonstop since finishing side order. i have fun things prepared for it :) :) :) hence the art

if you're new here and i've piqued your interest, i recommend starting with mimosa, afterwards if you want more romance, then read anthologia. if you want something more intense (gang wars! interspecies politics! romance but fucked!), then check bfh. (if more people seem interested in bfh than i expected, i'll probably take it off hiatus sooner)

i feel like the finale won't make much sense without the background of all three, so now's a great time to catch up 🙏

that's it that's all i wanted to say <3 wish me luck

#bianccart #splatoon oc #splatoon #splatoon fic

[grantaireble]

Lookin' backwards might be the only way forward: Archaism, Dead Languages, & TTPD

I noticed something that I am still formulating thoughts on. I'm not an expert on any of this stuff, but here it is for now:

I think that Taylor is using archaism her lyrics and evoking works originally told in dead languages like stories from Greek Myth and the Bible.

So, Archaic Words are words that belong to an earlier time period and are no longer commonly used. Colloquially, we also use the word "archaic" to mean that something is generally outdated or old-fashioned.

A Dead Language is a language that no longer has native speakers, but does have second-language speakers. Ancient Greek and Latin are dead languages but are still studied a for religious and academic purposes.

Examples of dead/archaic language on TTPD:

Lyrics:

Fortnight= Old English ("two weeks") Fortnight

'Fore (shortened "before")= Old English So Long London

"Bestow upon"= Old English ("to give or present") But Daddy I Love Him

"Tryst" is from "Triste"= Old French ("lookout post") Guilty As Sin

"Bygone"= Middle English ("well in the past, former") imgonnagetyouback

"Post-Mortem"= Latin ("after death")

"Hereby" & "Maladies"= Middle English How Did It End?

Aristotle wrote in Attic Greek So High School

Cassandra is a figure out of Greek Myth which would have been told in Koine Greek Cassandra

Persona non grata= Latin ("unwanted person") The Prophecy

The Albatross references the Rime of the Ancient Mariner which notably uses archaic english words like "Hark" and "Behold" and "Forsooth"

"Rose by any other name" references Shakespeare, who's work is also full of archaisms because of it's age, but who also employed archaism as a literary technique within his work. The Albatross

Other:

CAIL= Old Irish ("reputation")

Anthology is from the Greek Anthologia ("collection of flowers")

The Bible was originally written in Koine Greek (referenced in tons of these songs: The Prophecy, Guilty As Sin?, Clara Bow, LOML, etc.)

One last thing, Taylor recently used the word when speaking about Beyonce:

“She's the most precious gem of a person — warm and open and funny,” Swift said of the Destiny's Child star. “And she's such a great disrupter of music-industry norms. She taught every artist how to flip the table and challenge archaic business practices.”

I have been thinking of all this in connection to "The Manuscript" and the idea that Taylor is possibly in the process of leaving some parts of her story behind. Definitely let me know what you think/ if I missed anything/if I'm wrong about the specifics of any of this language stuff!!

#taylor swift analysis #TTPD #gaylor #lgbetty #dead languages and shit

[arguablysomaya]

Hi! Love your fic recs, do you have any good tim and dick or bruce early relationship ones? Thanks!

Yes!

by @sohotthateveryonedied my beloved <3

The heart monitor beats, steady and unchanging, keeping time with Dick’s pulse under Tim’s grip on his wrist. Tim hasn’t left yet—not since a few hours ago when Leslie finished operating and Dick was brought here to recover. Bruce went home to change into civvies, but Tim is persistent in his vigil at Dick’s bedside.

The damage was severe, the blade slicing straight through Dick’s abdomen. It’s only thanks to pure luck that it didn’t hit anything vital, but Dick nearly died from the blood loss. Tim’s fault. All of this is Tim’s fault.

GAHHHHH SELF WORTH ISSUESSSS AGHHHH also dick spends like half this fic unconscious lmfaooo

by @coffinbirds

Dick doesn't think he'll ever get used to his little brother's idiosyncrasies. It's like whenever he thinks the kid can't get any weirder, he decides to just blow Dick out of the water with some new abnormality.

It's endearing.

it IS endearing!!! lil druggie tim

by @damthosefandoms

Tim gets mugged but is more annoyed than anything else. Dick just wants lunch (and for his brothers to stop playing musical chairs with his motorcycle).

this is so incredibly sweet and the reveal is so well done :)

by @nolongersun

The stained glass of Gotham Cathedral casts a saturated glow down onto them, painting the two brothers and the body in a golden light. It makes the blood staining the carpet look like wine.

Tim moves closer to Dick. Places a cautious hand on his brother’s back. “Dick, listen to me.”

He makes a decision.

“We need to move the body.”

How many Gotham vigilantes does it take to cover up a crime from the Batman?

Dick kills the Joker fuck yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also no technically just a dick and tim fic but I like it so its going on the list

by anthologia

The Redbird’s navigation will tell him where he is from pretty much anywhere in the country, but that doesn’t help him with the hopeless lost feeling in his chest that sank in with the realization that he’s not sure he still has a home to judge his position by.

“You’d tell me, right?” The wrong words fall out of his mouth, and Tim hates how tiny and vulnerable he sounds right now. “If there was something… wrong with me?”

dick grayson being jack drakes number one hater will never get old

by vellaphoria

After Cass and Tim return from Paris, something seems… wrong.

Dick tries to find out what it is.

GOD whenever i read this it's like a physical hand wraps around my heartttt ahhh also this one deals with SA so be careful!

by keeptogethernow

Tim's had a lot of birthdays (well, a lot for him) but he's never really GOT why people have parties for them. Dick plans on changing that.

this fic is simultaneously so sweet and soooo sad omg

by @renecdote

There’s medical jargon and statistics and sympathies but all Tim hears is Not going to wake up. Over and over. A sickening, morbid loop that cuts through every word, every thought, every memory his brain throws up at him.

Tim has to pull the plug on his fucking dad omg. props to bruce for being there tho good on him

by @violet-witch-6

So he’s the Wednesday of Robins. No big deal. He knows what he did for Bruce and his family. He knows the role he played in creating that family. Who cares if no one else does?

The truth is, Tim’s story has never been about the masks. It’s always been about the people beneath them.

~~~

Or: Tim’s entire life so far told in one long depressing (occasionally funny) go. Strap in for some hard core character study style angst.

HOW does this not have more attention??? this one is very expansive past what you technically asked for, but I want to rec it. so.

by @lectorel

Tim knows his parents weren't the best. He just doesn't understand why it matters.

Bruce isn't necessarily the best parent in this one, but man is it sweet

#im gonna admit. this one was a bit hard #i promote fics with >1k kudos but these relationships are honestly lesser written about :( which is sad :( #fic rec #batfam #batfam fic rec #batfam fanfiction #dc comics #batman #batman fanfiction #batfamily #dc #dcu #shut up somaya #dc universe #tim drake #bruce wayne #dick grayson

[venceslaugama]

#anthologia

[my-soliloquy-chamber]

In other news; Brasidas is still a sexy sauce man living rent free in my head. But he is also very intimidating because now he has to go conquer Makedonia which is not something I know how to do! 😰

#brasidas #anthologia

[lionofchaeronea]

On the Minotaur

Anthologia Planudea 126 (author and date unknown) The child who is also a bull, the finished-in-no-respect, The denouncer of his mother’s lust, the human-mixed-with-beast, The double nature, the bull-skulled, the confusion of two bodies, Who was born neither as a cow nor as a man altogether. ὁ παῖς ὁ ταῦρος, ὁ κατὰ μηδὲν ἐντελής, ὁ τῆς τεκούσης τοῦ πάθους κατήγορος, ὁ μιξόθηρ ἄνθρωπος, ἡ διπλῆ φύσις, ὁ ταυρόκρανος, ἡ πλάνη τῶν σωμάτων, ὃς οὔτε βοῦς πέφυκεν, οὔτ᾽ ἀνὴρ ὅλως.

The Minotaur, from a statue group representing his combat with Theseus. Roman copy after a lost Greek original by the sculptor Myron that was located on the Acropolis. Now in the National Archaeological Museum, Athens. Photo credit: Marsyas/Wikimedia Commons.

#classics #tagamemnon #Ancient Greece #classical mythology #Greek mythology #Minotaur #Greek #Greek language #Ancient Greek #Ancient Greek language #translation #Greek translation #Ancient Greek translation #poem #poetry #poetry in translation #epigram #iambic trimeter #Anthologia Planudea #Planudean Anthology #Anthologia Graeca #Greek Anthology

[sunlit-gully]

a wip by yours truly

ABOUT:

genre — anthology, slice of life

target word count — 3mil

status — first draft

themes — family / politics / war / love, grief, and love, again and again and again

warnings — violence and gore / death / substance, domestic, physical & psychological abuse / big trauma

SYNOPSIS:

All the Sokolenko are born in cradles of thorn. 1942. Mykola was struck with blast injury when he accidentally detonated an entire minefield, turning 10 Germans into one-time astronauts. The bigwigs up above, they gave him a medal, a quarantine hut, and a Georgian nurse called Medea by his side. Two week in and they found themselves cuddling together in bed. Two years in and Medea vanished in the maws of the Reich, while Mykola sobbed under the mask of a cool, calculating soldier. Eight years in and they knocked together a home, an unadorned thing, a bare nest on a bare tree, for themselves and a Jewish orphan boy. Fifteen years in and Mykola was alone. Again. 1992. Rusudan scrubbed off the blood scarlet smudged lipstick marks round the corner of her mouth with a forcefulness that surprised herself. She had just made out with her husband Kaspars in the middle of a Sukhumi forest moments ago, intensely as if they were the wildlife they were studying, intensely as if it might be their last time. Last time…Why had those words occurred to her? The woman shook her head at the unfinished thought - all the mess and debacle with the troubles in Abkhazia shouldn't be getting to her like this, it was supposed to be their day, it was supposed to be their day. Even if there had been gunshots right behind your backs…a treacherous voice squeaked faintly in her head. All of a sudden, Kaspars froze besides Rusudan, jaw clenched and eyes blown wide, in the middle of what she now realised as a bosky, shadowy canopy. Before she could open her mouth and ask her usually stoic husband what it was that bothered him so, she followed his eyes and saw it - the telltale red glint of a sniping laser. 2016. Gennadiy leant back on the creaky plane seat, fiddling with a Christmas card sent early, by Father, of course - the old man was afraid of all things late ever since Mother's death. Just some days ago he was singing his head off with all his colleagues in the Army Choir; his head still buzzed with echoes of the applaud; that bel canto movement of yours would move a heart of stone, so they said. He cared not a whit - now he was feeling quite nauseous indeed from the stuffy air, and already he was longing for the fresh sea breezes of Sochi, which the plane left just minutes ago. And out of the blue a hand clawed at Gennadiy's shoulder, just when fretful whispers were devolving into a savage uproar. It was clammy, shaky, and Gennadiy was frightened to see that his whole body was feeling just the same. And yet, he himself barely understood the panic till he saw the Black Sea growing nearer, nearer, nearer, through the jittering window, God above are there any lifeboats or what, guys we are crashing down the fucking sea, send the fucking SOS stop screaming stop screaming, now what the fuck was that boom- 2022. Sergey gazed at the virgin soil upturned of the frost-laced dirt road across a barren forest, the morning sun smothered by steely snow. His thoughts were bursting in odds and ends, but as long as it lasted he would be able to distract himself from the cold air and the rickety truck. This is where great grandpa called home, apparently, thought the young man. Who's gonna tell him his great grandson is also spilling blood over fascists in the very same land? His face broke into a bitter grin most decidedly unfitting for a young man barely out of university. To think he and I will be fighting against the same bunch, a century apart…Sergey glanced backwards; all his fellow boys were asleep, the sleep of battered men to whom peace was flitting. The young soldier toned his grin down to a weak twitch in the mouth and went back to guarding, the cold steel of rifle pressing against soft palms. And at that moment, as the snow spun and the soldiers snored and the wheels creaked and the winds howled, Sergey thought longingly of a time-locked drawer at home, containing nothing but a letter and a scrapbook. It was for his newborn son. All the Sokolenko are born in cradles of thorn.

#wip intro #wip: anthologia sovietica #writing nook #writeblr #original story #original character #original content #creative writing #slice of life #writeblr intro #writeblr introduction

[syntactition]

guess who yeeted a couple ficlets from the Earth-3 au I had that were previously only on tumblr onto AO3. hint: it's me.

#earth 3 #timothea janet drake #jaytim #a little ra'stim