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John Singer Sargent, Orestes Pursued by the Furies, 1921
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there was a summer i started collecting knives…
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“Odysseus ripped off his rags. Now naked, / he leapt upon the threshold with his bow / and quiverfull of arrows, which he tipped / out in a rush before his feet, and spoke.
“‘Playtime is over. I will shoot again, / towards another mark no man has hit. / Apollo, may I manage it!’
“He aimed / his deadly arrow at Antinous. / The young man sat there, just about to lift / his golden goblet, swirling wine around, / ready to drink. He had no thought of death. / How could he? Who would think a single man, / among so many banqueters, would dare / to risk dark death, however strong he was? / Odysseus aimed at his throat, then shot. / The point pierced all the way through his soft neck. / He flopped down to the side and his cup slipped / out of his hand. A double pipe of blood / gushed from his nostrils. His foot twitched and knocked / the table down; food scattered on the ground. / The bread and roasted meat were soiled with blood. / Seeing him fall, the suitors, in an uproar, / with shouts that filled the hall, jumped up and rushed / to search around by all the thick stone walls / for shields or spears to grab—but there were none. / They angrily rebuked Odysseus.”
Homer. The Odyssey. Translated by Emily Wilson, Norton, 2018.
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"My name is Cytherea the First," she said. "Lyctor of the Great Ressurection, the seventh saint to serve the King Undying. I am a necromancer and I am a cavalier. I am the vengeance of the ten billion. I have come back home to kill the Emperor and burn his Houses. And Gideon the Ninth..." She walked toward Gideon, and she raised her sword. She smiled. "This begins with you."
I did my best and that's what matters here folks
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had to reupload this im so sorry my doves
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Yupiiiieeee sir Kay!! May Day Parade continues with @queer-ragnelle 's challenge This week was hard for me bc I got tilted with my drawing style, but here we are with sir Kay yupiieeeeeee
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Anyone done the Pietà pose for Mouthwashing yet? No? Well.
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✖︎ a horror game in which every creature fucking hates you ✖︎
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WHAT DOOM FOR YOU?
back again with my Please Read The Thebaid Agenda! I adapted the ending of Book VII into a comic because oh boy. thoughts thoughts thoughts.
There is a horror in having yourself altered to such a degree where you are unrecognizable in your own self, to know that it is happening, to know that you should be dead and yet you are not. You have already seen the moment of your death!!!! (Stat. Theb. 3.537 – 47) There's a horror in knowing, and in it being treated as an act of love when it's really more like a violation. Amphiaraus is spared Creon's decree, but by falling into the underworld, it makes things worse on a cosmic scale.
Statius' Thebaid Book VII, trans. Jane Wilson Joyce
Statius and Virgil: The Thebaid and the Reinterpretation of the Aeneid, Randall T. Ganiban
Statius' Thebaid and the Poetics of Civil War, Charles McNelis
The Perils of Prophecy: Statius' Amphiaraus and His Literary Antecedents, E. Fantham
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