#Θᾰ́νᾰτος

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Alphonse Mucha ֍ Noël, L'Illustration magazine (1896-7)

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faerûn's most normalest guy. human rogue for maximum Regular Dude points. he's supposed to look like just some guy so people will disregard him in a crowd but also pretty because people often trust attractive folks more. he's a resist durge because i'm too much of a pushover to be mean to the nice pixel people

name explanation under the cut because i'm a complete dork <3

[SPOILERS] moros in greek myth is the personification of "impending doom" that drives mortals to their inevitable fate. he's the son of nyx, and hesiod implies that nyx gave birth to him without the assistance of a father. he's the brother of the fates, thanatos (personification of death), and the keres who personify violent death/terminal sickness

i picked the name moros mostly because of the greek myth figure being born from one parent and the connection to a "spirit of violent death" which is definitely something you could call orin :]

also the myth figure moros (along with thanatos) is associated/conflated with the "rider of the pale horse" in christian myth and i like that as a theme thing lolol. "The fourth and final Horseman is named Death (Greek: Θᾰ́νᾰτος, Thánatos, Latin: Mŏrs or Thanatus)."

i had to delete all my mods to get bg3 to work so i said goodbye to all my old saves so i have to reinvent moros AGAINNNN

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Welp time to change thanatos’ tag

 from 

Θᾰ́νᾰτος

to just

Thanatos

As it appears tumblr and specifically the archive dont like greek letters. Meaning it says the tags contain no posts but are at the top of the list of most used tags on my blog.

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Cy Twombly ֍ Beyond (A System for Passing) (1971)

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In this particular tub, two knees jut up like icebergs, while minute brown hairs rise on arms and legs in a fringe of kelp; green soap navigates the tidal slosh of seas breaking on legendary beaches; in faith we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.

Sylvia Plath ֍ Tale of a Tub (1956)

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. . . death, or the moment before death, is the only reality. Hence to live, to exist, to participate in reality, is to die.

John Nathan ֍ Mishima: A Biography (1974) 

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KASSANDRA: Now I go to die. Hello gates of Hades. I pray for an easy death: one clean stroke and then— I close my eyes.

Aeschylus (translated by Anne Carson) ֍ Agamemnon, An Oresteia (2009)

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Light an Italian cigar, it's slim, tastes bitter. I inhale the space between continents, stretch my legs. it's moments like this—you can feel it happening—that you grow transformed partly into something else strange and unnameable— so when death comes it can only take part of you.

Charles Bukowski ֍ "the 8 count concerto." what matters most is how well you walk through the fire (1999)

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If only the rain were gasoline, your tongue a lit match, & you can change without disappearing. If only he dies the second his name becomes a tooth in your mouth. But he doesn't. He dies when they wheel him away & the priest ushers you out of the room, your palms two puddles of rain. He dies as your heart beats faster, as another war coppers the sky. He dies each night you close your eyes & hear his slow exhale.

Ocean Vuong ֍ "Anaphora as Coping Mechanism." Night Sky with Exit Wounds (2016)

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Then, too, everything seemed so useless and insignificant compared with that stern and majestic way of thinking called up in him by weakness from loss of blood, suffering, and the expectation of imminent death. Looking into Napoleon's eyes, Prince Andrei thought about the insignificance of grandeur, about the insignificance of life, the meaning of which no one could understand, and about the still greater insignificance of death, the meaning of which no one among the living could understand or explain.

Leo Tolstoy ֍ War and Peace (1869)

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"One step beyond that line, reminiscent of the line separating the living from the dead, and it's the unknown, suffering, and death? And what is there? who is there? there, beyond this field, and the tree, and the roof lit by the sun? No one knows, and you would like to know; and you're afraid to cross that line, and would like to cross it; and you know that sooner or later you will have to cross it and find out what is there on the other side of the line, as you will inevitably find out what is there on the other side of death. And you're strong, healthy, cheerful, and excited, and surrounded by people just as strong and excitedly animated." So, if he does not think it, every man feels who finds himself within sight of an enemy, and this feeling gives a particular brilliance and joyful sharpness of impression to everything that happens in those moments.

Leo Tolstoy ֍ War and Peace (1869)

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"But in the last three, four weeks we've gotten a . . . a serenity at home." Well, there it was. I got out fast then, before anyone could say "serenity" again, for it is a word I associate with death, and for several days after that meeting I wanted only to be in places where the lights were bright and no one counted days.

Joan Didion ֍ Let Me Tell You What I Mean (2012)

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For Ryuji the kiss was death, the very death in love he had always dreamed of. The softness of her lips, her mouth so crimson in the darkness he could see it with closed eyes, so infinitely moist, a tepid coral sea, her restless tongue quivering like sea grass . . . in the dark rapture of all this was something directly linked to death. He was perfectly aware he would leave her in a day, yet he was ready to die happily for her sake. Death roused inside him, stirred.

Yukio Mishima ֍ The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea (1963) 

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CAESAR: Cowards die many times before their deaths, The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear, Seeing that death; a necessary end, Will come when it will come.

William Shakespeare ֍ Julius Caesar (1599)

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If patriotism and erotic desire are identical, and if the object of erotic desire is death, then patriotism is also a desire for death. But it is more than simply desire; it is at the same time a means of obtaining death.

John Nathan ֍ Mishima: A Biography (1974) 

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Was it death he was now waiting for? Or a wild ecstasy of the senses? The two seemed to overlap, almost as if the object of this bodily desire were death itself . . . As their tongues explored one another's mouths . . . they could feel their senses being fired to the red heat of steel by the agonies of death as yet nowhere prefigured. The pain they could not feel yet, the distant pain. of death, had refined their awareness of pleasure.

Yukio Mishima ֍ Patriotism (1961)