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ala-chrisgoods · 2 days
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the Trojan war will not take place, BC (eh maybe AD 1935) one color video, Troy,Odyssey(left),Hector(right)
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littlesparklight · 2 days
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Two different images in red figure imitation art for the same story beat; the return of Paris!
These are each heavily inspired by/based on a vase painting that I wanted to show, but I'm pretty sure I couldn't just go reposting them so; The upper art, that I made to reflect somewhat how Paris' return goes in my own fic 'verse (hence Paris' age), is based on this vase 203903 in the Beazley Archive. I've cut out two women reacting to the scene to the left of Priam (sisters?), and an old man with a phiale to the right of Artemis. To note, though, in Beazley the figure I made Artemis in my image is just identified as "woman with bow", Given several factors (she's present in the "protective deity" role in a vase of Menelaos and Paris' duel, Paris is a youth in this art and technically under her protection, she is Trojan aligned in the war) I think it makes sense that it might just straight up be Artemis, and that's why I chose to make her so.
The lower art I made to match the standard funeral games account, hence the altar and cult statue, and it's based on this vase 204407 in the Beazley Archive. I again cut out one of the two female figures to the left of Priam again, and turned the other one into Deiphobos. ;) I also am very much assuming that the figure to the right of Paris could be Hektor; in the vase art the whole upper part of this figure is lost, so we don't know if they were even male or female.
Please go check the vase arts out on the site! They're really neat and you totally should go see them. https://www. carc.ox.ac.uk/xdb/ASP/dataSearch.asp Just put the numbers I included in the "vase number" field and it'll give you the right ones.
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nimmexx · 1 day
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I want someone to love me the way Odysseus loves Penelope.
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the-evil-clergyman · 8 months
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Ajax and Cassandra by Solomon Joseph Solomon (1886)
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adhdchilles · 5 months
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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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🦢 helen Follow
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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🐌 patrokloss Follow
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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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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in middle school during my Intense Greek Mythology Phase, Artemis was, as you can likely guess, my best girl. Iphigenia was my OTHER best girl. Yes at the same time.
The story of Iphigenia always gets to me when it's not presented as a story of Artemis being capricious and having arbitrary rules about where you can and can't hunt, but instead, making a point about war.
Artemis was, among other things--patron of hunting, wild places, the moon, singlehood--the protector of young girls. That's a really important aspect she was worshipped as: she protected girls and young women. But she was the one who demanded Agamemnon sacrifice his daughter in order for his fleet to be able to sail on for Troy.
There's no contradiction, though, when it's framed as, Artemis making Agamemnon face what he’s doing to the women and children of Troy. His children are not in danger. His son will not be thrown off the ramparts, his daughters will not be taken captive as sex slaves and dragged off to foreign lands, his wife will not have to watch her husband and brothers and children killed. Yet this is what he’s sailing off to Troy to inevitably do. That’s what happens in war. He’s going to go kill other people’s daughters; can he stand to do that to his own? As long as the answer is no—he can kill other people’s children, but not his own—he can’t sail off to war.
Which casts Artemis is a fascinating light, compared to the other gods of the Trojan War. The Trojan War is really a squabble of pride and insults within the Olympian family; Eris decided to cause problems on purpose, leaving Aphrodite smug and Hera and Athena snubbed, and all of this was kinda Zeus’s fault in the first place for not being able to keep it in his pants. And out of this fight mortal men were their game pieces and mortal cities their prizes in restoring their pride. And if hundreds of people die and hundred more lives are ruined, well, that’s what happens when gods fight. Mortals pay the price for gods’ whims and the gods move on in time and the mortals don’t and that’s how it is.
And women especially—Zeus wanted Leda, so he took her. Paris wanted Helen, so he took her. There’s a reason “the Trojan women” even since ancient times were the emblems of victims of a war they never wanted, never asked for, and never had a say in choosing, but was brought down on their heads anyway.
Artemis, in the way of gods, is still acting through human proxies. But it seems notable to me to cast her as the one god to look at the destruction the war is about to wreak on people, and challenge Agamemnon: are you ready to kill innocents? Kill children? Destroy families, leave grieving wives and mothers? Are you? Prove it.
It reminds me of that idea about nuclear codes, the concept of implanting the key in the heart of one of the Oval Office staffers who holds the briefcase, so the president would have to stab a man with a knife to get the key to launch the nukes. “That’s horrible!,” it’s said the response was. “If he had to do that, he might never press the button!” And it’s interesting to see Artemis offering Agamemnon the same choice. You want to burn Troy? Kill your own daughter first. Show me you understand what it means that you’re about to do.
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leosoralyyn · 7 months
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Odysseus watching Achilles absolutely mutilate Hector's corpse
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unbizzarre · 5 months
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Young Odysseus introduces his son to the goddess Athena
(Alternative title: Telemachus meets his fairy Godmother)
Creator’s note:
Does this picture look blurry to you? Like even if you click on the image to enlarge it? I don’t know why but I can’t seem to get tumblr to show the full resolution image. I worked hard to make faces that actually look like faces for once but now they’re just blurry blobs 😭. Anybody know how to fix? EDIT: thank you all for the feedback! I’m glad it is not blurry for you!
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eelhound · 5 months
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"I think Homer outwits most writers who have written on the War [fantasy archetype], by not taking sides.
The Trojan war is not and you cannot make it be the War of Good vs. Evil. It’s just a war, a wasteful, useless, needless, stupid, protracted, cruel mess full of individual acts of courage, cowardice, nobility, betrayal, limb-hacking-off, and disembowelment. Homer was a Greek and might have been partial to the Greek side, but he had a sense of justice or balance that seems characteristically Greek — maybe his people learned a good deal of it from him? His impartiality is far from dispassionate; the story is a torrent of passionate actions, generous, despicable, magnificent, trivial. But it is unprejudiced. It isn’t Satan vs. Angels. It isn’t Holy Warriors vs. Infidels. It isn’t hobbits vs. orcs. It’s just people vs. people.
Of course you can take sides, and almost everybody does. I try not to, but it’s no use; I just like the Trojans better than the Greeks. But Homer truly doesn’t take sides, and so he permits the story to be tragic. By tragedy, mind and soul are grieved, enlarged, and exalted.
Whether war itself can rise to tragedy, can enlarge and exalt the soul, I leave to those who have been more immediately part of a war than I have. I think some believe that it can, and might say that the opportunity for heroism and tragedy justifies war. I don’t know; all I know is what a poem about a war can do. In any case, war is something human beings do and show no signs of stopping doing, and so it may be less important to condemn it or to justify it than to be able to perceive it as tragic.
But once you take sides, you have lost that ability.
Is it our dominant religion that makes us want war to be between the good guys and the bad guys?
In the War of Good vs. Evil there can be divine or supernal justice but not human tragedy. It is by definition, technically, comic (as in The Divine Comedy): the good guys win. It has a happy ending. If the bad guys beat the good guys, unhappy ending, that’s mere reversal, flip side of the same coin. The author is not impartial. Dystopia is not tragedy.
Milton, a Christian, had to take sides, and couldn’t avoid comedy. He could approach tragedy only by making Evil, in the person of Lucifer, grand, heroic, and even sympathetic — which is faking it. He faked it very well.
Maybe it’s not only Christian habits of thought but the difficulty we all have in growing up that makes us insist justice must favor the good.
After all, 'Let the best man win' doesn’t mean the good man will win. It means, 'This will be a fair fight, no prejudice, no interference — so the best fighter will win it.' If the treacherous bully fairly defeats the nice guy, the treacherous bully is declared champion. This is justice. But it’s the kind of justice that children can’t bear. They rage against it. It’s not fair!
But if children never learn to bear it, they can’t go on to learn that a victory or a defeat in battle, or in any competition other than a purely moral one (whatever that might be), has nothing to do with who is morally better.
Might does not make right — right?
Therefore right does not make might. Right?
But we want it to. 'My strength is as the strength of ten because my heart is pure.'
If we insist that in the real world the ultimate victor must be the good guy, we’ve sacrificed right to might. (That’s what History does after most wars, when it applauds the victors for their superior virtue as well as their superior firepower.) If we falsify the terms of the competition, handicapping it, so that the good guys may lose the battle but always win the war, we’ve left the real world, we’re in fantasy land — wishful thinking country.
Homer didn’t do wishful thinking.
Homer’s Achilles is a disobedient officer, a sulky, self-pitying teenager who gets his nose out of joint and won’t fight for his own side. A sign that Achilles might grow up someday, if given time, is his love for his friend Patroclus. But his big snit is over a girl he was given to rape but has to give back to his superior officer, which to me rather dims the love story. To me Achilles is not a good guy. But he is a good warrior, a great fighter — even better than the Trojan prime warrior, Hector. Hector is a good guy on any terms — kind husband, kind father, responsible on all counts — a mensch. But right does not make might. Achilles kills him.
The famous Helen plays a quite small part in The Iliad. Because I know that she’ll come through the whole war with not a hair in her blond blow-dry out of place, I see her as opportunistic, immoral, emotionally about as deep as a cookie sheet. But if I believed that the good guys win, that the reward goes to the virtuous, I’d have to see her as an innocent beauty wronged by Fate and saved by the Greeks.
And people do see her that way. Homer lets us each make our own Helen; and so she is immortal.
I don’t know if such nobility of mind (in the sense of the impartial 'noble' gases) is possible to a modern writer of fantasy. Since we have worked so hard to separate History from Fiction, our fantasies are dire warnings, or mere nightmares, or else they are wish fulfillments."
- Ursula K. Le Guin, from No Time to Spare, 2013.
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jedi-valjean · 1 year
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Odysseus' Strategy Notebook
PLAN TO DEFEAT THE TROJANS
Build giant wooden horse and hide inside it
PLAN TO DEFEAT THE CYCLOPS
Build giant wooden horse spear and hide inside it stab the cyclops with it
PLAN TO ESCAPE THE CYCLOPS' CAVE
Build giant wooden horse and hide inside it
Build giant wooden SHEEP and hide inside it
Build a bunch of normal-sized sheep and hide in those
Skin real sheep and use them to make incredibly realistic sheep costumes
Ride the sheep out of the cave but upside-down so he doesn't find us
PLAN TO DEFEAT THE LASTER LAESYTR LESTRYG CANNIBAL GIANTS
Build giant wooden horse and hide inside it
Build giant wooden cannibal giant and hide inside it
Build giant wooden RUN
PLAN TO DEFEAT THE WITCH
Build giant wooden horse and hide inside it
Build giant wooden pig and hide inside it?
Build giant wooden d go with Hermes' plan
PLAN TO DEFEAT SCYLLA
Build giant wooden horse and hide inside it
Build wooden decoy sailors and hope she eats those DID NOT WORK
PLAN TO STOP MEN FROM EATING SACRED CATTLE
Build giant wooden horse and hide inside it
Build giant wooden cow and trick the men into eating it
Take a nap and come up with a better plan
PLAN TO ESCAPE CALYPSO'S ISLAND
Build giant wooden horse and hide inside it
Build wooden decoy statue of me and put it in her bed
Build giant wooden d
PLAN TO KEEP ODYSSEUS HERE FOREVER
Steal strategy notebook
Check for splinters just in case
PLAN TO SNEAK BACK INTO THE PALACE
Build giant wooden h
Disguise self as giant wooden beggar normal old beggar OKAY I GET IT NOT EVERYTHING HAS TO BE A GIGANTIC WOODEN REPLICA I GET IT ALREADY sheesh Athena
GET THE SUITORS OFF MY BACK, PLAN B (THANKS A LOT MELANTHO)
Announce that I will marry whoever can string my husband's bow and shoot through wait this isn't my notebook
PLAN TO KILL THE SUITORS wait who scribbled in my notebook
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ala-chrisgoods · 10 days
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some pic I drew on February...I always post them on LOFTER and forgot I have Tumblr...(little dumb)
my Apollo looks like a mortal man cause now he's healing, he'll be much more big if he want show the power of a god.(maybe tall as 3 meter, even more. :)
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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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alibonbonn · 3 months
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Hector and Helenus' potential dynamic is so funny to me
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notacluedo · 1 year
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Long hair won out in the end rip all the short haired Menelaus truthers
Art used as reference from littleulvar on twitter: https://twitter.com/littleulvar https://twitter.com/littleulvar/status/1210636583713591296
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aphemera · 1 month
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everyone’s reaction to the kate middleton disappearance is exactly how i imagined the people of sparta reacting to helen’s kidnapping
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hycinthrt · 7 months
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no!! stop running!!!
i need to tell you that he held out his arms to take his baby!!!
but the child squirmed around and began wailing terrified by his father’s helm!!!!
and his father began laughing and his mother laughed as well!!
and from his handsome head he took it and placed it on the ground!!
and he kissed his son and swung him around!!!
and prayed that he would become better than him!!!
stop running this is important!!!!
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