#Aiax

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Mitul lui Aiax /Ajax, eroul grec din războiul troian

Aiax (Ajax, numit și Aias) a fost unul dintre cei mai mari eroi care au luptat în războiul troian. A fost fiul lui Telamon, rege de Salamis, și un prieten al lui Hercule. Înainte de nașterea lui, Hercule s-a rugat lui Zeus să-i dea lui Telamon un fiu viteaz. Aiax a fost numit după un vultur (aeitos) pe care Telamon îl văzuse anterior nașterii sale. https://www.diane.ro/2024/09/mitul-lui-aiax-ajax-eroul-grec-din.html

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AMERICA-IRAN: NELLA STORIA LE RAGIONI DELL'ESSERE NEMICI

Stati Uniti-Iran 18 Ottobre 2024 di Piero Orteca https://www.remocontro.it/2024/10/18/america-iran-nella-storia-le-ragioni-di-una-forte-inimicizia/ Israele sta per attaccare l’Iran, con il mondo appeso sul quanta altra guerra potrà determinare, e su quanta America a fargli da spalla in una successione di contrasti violenti che superano addirittura la nascita dello Stato Ebraico. Attacco di…

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In the iliad after Achilles' death the greeks they compete for the warrior's weapons. Long story short, Odysseus wins the competition and Aiax, who thought he deserved Achilles' weapons more than Odysseus, kills himself.

So this but placed in One Piece :

Zoro died during a fight with some really strong pirates. Everyone is devasted. After a couple of days the strawhats start thinking about what to do with his things (and they realize that he really has such little possession for some reason). Of course the main thing are his swords. Sanji thinks that, as his boyfriend, he has to keep them. Usopp says that it's not fair since they all loved Zoro, not just him. Luffy too wants something that reminds him of his friend. Robin tries to make them think and tells them that since the swords are three then they can have a sword each. They don't listen to her of course.

So Luffy decides to establish a competition. He wanted to have an eating competition but Sanji and Usopp didn't let him. They decided to have a running competition as soon as they manage to find an island.

Thankfully, it takes a couple of days and the grieving makes them forget about the competition. When they arrived to the island Sanji and Chopper stay on the ship while the others go exploring. Luffy while wandering around the village gets hungry and enters a bar. When he enters the building he notices a lot of drawings hanging on the walls. He asks the owner of the place why there are so many of them and he tells him that his wife used to spend all of her dying days in their room, drawing and painting in the meanwhile, and that so after her death he decided to hang all of her works so that a piece of her is always with him and the people who loved her that can go to the bar and admire her drawings. Luffy finds this amusing and returns to the ship with an idea.

In the end the crew ends up hanging Zoro's swords on the kitchen wall. Sanji is happy because he gets to be with them/him while doing the thing he loves the most, cooking, and the same goes with Luffy except he's happy to be able to keep eating in their/his company, Usopp too is happy about it and has started to work on his projects in the kitchen more often. The rest of the crew too finds themselves spending more time than before in the kitchen, even just admiring the swords on the wall, wishing Zoro was still there with them.

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Yhelm P3 - readmore for full

"Let me guess… you… prefer it sweet but drink it as bitter as you can because it gives you a weird satisfaction in not giving yourself what you want!"

The tall, lace-decorated knicknack (Afternoon Sale) had sat down across from Yhelm with no warning and now this was happening.

"It, uh," Yhelm stuttered.

"Nononono," Afternoon Sale said. She leaned all the way across the table and took one of Yhelm's paws in her long, dainty, cotton fingers. "Not just black. One drop of smoke. Greant's wood. Yes? No. Two drops."

"Uhm, yes. Yes, that sounds, fine," Yhelm said. "Is this how you take everyone's orders?"

Afternoon Sale nodded very seriously, and stood up to make a better show of it. "Oh yes. Oh yes! Tell me, when you see a doctor, or physician, do you have them prescribe the treatment? Or do they look at you, and nod, and rub their faces, and say, ah, ah, here is the issue, and then they fill you with the tonics they pick out? When you go to a tailor, do you say, make my shirt such-a-size, or do they bring out the measuring tape, and say, ah, here are your dimensions?"

Yhelm hated, just, hated it when knicknack logic made sense.

"Maybe in an outdoor coffee cart, rolled around the ditches of the out-city, oh there you can pick your coffee! There you can get what drugs you like, too, and clothes in whatever poor fit your Traverse-abandoned mind thinks wise, but oh, oh this is a proper establishment! Am I not the picture of metropolitan style?"

There was nothing Yhelm could to do stop Afternoon Sale from raising her thin arms and twirling, sending the countless lace layers sewn into her body flaring and fluttering. It was midday but the windows in the place were thin and let in more air than light, and what light it allowed entered in long, golden spotlights that cast Afternoon Sale's shadows dancing behind her in complement. She had to have had practiced this.

"I've certainly seen knicknacks worse stitched," Yhelm said. If you play along, it usually goes faster. Or drags out forever. She wasn't sure. Honestly just not sure.

"So it is!" Afternoon Sale said, still twirling on her narrow little feet. "Is this cafe not the symbol of Flyhhnemonia's delights? Do you not marvel at my summer-killer?" She stopped without any regard for dizziness and pointed dramatically.

The dark cafe was an utterly chaotic place. A dozen small private nooks were built off of the main room, little half-things just big enough for undersized tables and backless chairs to squeeze out of the way. That's where Yhelm had sat, hoping to get some kind of privacy. The main floor had the bigger tables, the bigger chairs, but at the very center, fenced off by itself behind wooden railings, was a tall, wooden box.

It was definitely some kind of permanent ritual-piece. It was the height of summer but the entire room had a late-spring coolness to it, and the closer to the box Yhelm had walked, the colder it had been. "Well. I've seen things like it before," Yhelm started, "but that is how I know it is an especially good one."

"Yes! Yes so you see. In this place where I rule, it is I who make the orders, and you who receive them. Is it any different in the Princess' court? I feel like you understand, S'ent, and so you must swear to Aiax to become a regular customer this very instant!"

Yhelm frowned. "I haven't even tasted the coffee yet."

Afternoon Sale pointed at Yhelm very seriously and nodded. She skipped and twirled through the maze of tables and towards the bar. One of the few other customers--a shaved sgnowme hunched over in a seat far-too-small--gave her a little smile of sympathy from across the room. Yhelm raised her eyebrows and tilted her head at the knicknack, as if to say, is it always like this? The sgnowme shrugged, picked up its cup with its oversized hooves, took a sip, and shrugged again, smiling, as if to say, hey, the coffee is good at least!

Yhelm looked out her narrow slit of a window. There wasn't much to see. Even people watching was hard with how slim a view of the outside she got. It was better than inviting the knicknack back to the table through idleness. Hopefully Latti would show up soon. Hopefully she'd show up before the knicknack was finished making her drink. Oh Meadoe be kind.

Wait, reading. She could be reading. Afternoon Sale would never be rude enough to interrupt her reading! Yhelm unclasped her spellbook from her belt and opened it to a random thesis. It never hurt to refresh the memory of a spell, anyway. Let's see let's see. Oh, here was Examinations on the Conservation of Detail in Changes to Objects, Such that Small Changes may be Reverted (EXCODJECT). She had forgotten one of the proofs the writer had made in it. Where was the paragraph--here, the one where he started writing about sofas for half a page.

"Ah, what are we reading?" Afternoon Sale was back, now with a steaming mug in her hands. She was leaning over, trying to get a look over Yhelm's shoulder at the book, which was impossible, since the nook was so small the wall was directly behind Yhelm. The knicknack’s head just smushed on the wall and stared directly down at Yhelm’s crown.

"Thesis magic," Yhelm said. "Thank you for the coffee," she added, hopefully.

"Oh, are you an academage?" the knicknack whistled. "My my s'ent, that explains the smoke in your coffee, that explains it right there! Just goes to show the skill in my profession, don't you know?"

"Thank you," Yhelm said, again, this time raising her paw to take the cup.

Afternoon Sale didn't give up so easily. "You know, we have all sorts of biscuits, too, all made today. But something told me you didn't want that… not yet… no, you… you… you're waiting for something…"

"I'm waiting for my coffee," Yhelm tried.

"No, that's already here, see?" Afternoon Sale said, holding the cup even further out of Yhelm's reach. "No you are… you're meeting someone, aren't you!"

The cafe door opened and a sudden rush of summer heat rolled across everything, carrying the awful, sweaty, tingly feeling of outside with it. A free person hurried inside and closed the door behind her. She was a smooth coffee color, glasses highlighting blue eyes, a summer dress to match. She came in on all fours, but stood up on her hindlegs as soon as the door was shut.

"Latti!" Afternoon Sale called out. She abandoned Yhelm's coffee on the table and went shuffling over to greet her new guest. "What an odd time for you, welcome, welcome."

"Dentsile," Latti said. "I'm--"

"--meeting someone!" Afternoon Sale said with a little hop. "Ah, I've figured it out now, I've surely got it. You are meeting that dark colored adversary in the corner there, I know that you are, aren't you!"

Yhelm waved grimly from her nook. "Hey."

Latti smiled and tried to walk on over, but Afternoon Sale put herself directly in the way.

"I have deduced it, impeccable logic," the knicknack bragged. "A new customer and a repeat customer at an odd time, why what else could it mean," and Latti didn't bother to wait for any more of that before she hopped right up onto the table next to them, and got around Afternoon Sale that way. The knicknack followed after her babbling the whole time, but Latti did, at least, make it all the way over to Yhelm and even managed to sit down across from her.

"This is where you wanted to meet," Yhelm said.

"It's very good coffee," Latti said sheepishly. "And Afternoon isn't so bad once you're used to her."

Afternoon Sale was looming over the two of them, smiling her perpetual smile, and Yhelm decided that she was never going to allow herself to become used to this sort of service. "Latti! You will have your usual two-cream three-sugar Palleste-crystal cup with your two biscuits one-a-blueberry-soft and one-a-raspberry-filling and you also want… oh let me see… flakey eye-pastry, with butter, for your guest, who is, ah, ah, let me diagnose, let me diagnose! Your. Sister! No. No! Half-sister! Oh, mysterious!"

Yhelm and Latti both grimaced. "That'll be fine, Afternoon," Latti said. "A little bit of privacy, too, if you don't mind?"

"Only, only because I diagnose it as the necessary complement to your afternoon coffee," Afternoon Sale agreed. Thankfully, thankfully, she wandered back off into the cafe, leaving Yhelm and Latti alone. Finally.

And wow, look at Latti. In this light, she was starting to look so much like mom. The exact same feather-shaped ears, the way her neck grew gracefully from the blue summerdress. Yhelm couldn't see a single hint of gray fur on her, a single crease or discoloration in the cream rings around her mouth or eyes, though. How long had it been since she'd spoken to mom? Had mom aged as smoothly? This was a good start, at least? This was a good start.

It wasn't a good thing to focus on, anyway. To focus on how Latti and Bodo looked so much alike, how they both looked so much like mom and dad.

How Yhelm, her dark, wood colored fur, her deep red eyes, her fluffy ears, her long wedge face full of endless teeth, how Yhelm looked so little like anyone else in the family.

Half. Sister.

Yhelm sighed through her teeth. "You look good. I didn't get to say, when we met at the gambling-loop. But you look good."

"Thank you! You've really filled out, haven't you? Look at your arms, Yhelm, you look so strong now. Remember when you were little? You were the skinniest little thing, just, bones and fluff. Ah, look at you."

"Yeah. Yeah. How've you been? Are you still with Fairday?"

Latti smiled that very specific smile that is not a smile. "We aren't together anymore."

"Oh," Yhelm said. Was it bad, was it especially bad, if her first thought was pride? Pride that she and Madrigal were still a couple, despite all the things mother had said about them, that she and Madrigal were still together, but family-favorite Fairday was gone? Was it that bad? "What happened?"

"Well. What's the polite way to say it. He went from being a citizen of Flyhh to being a citizen of Apat-in-Flyhh."

"Oh. Oh dear."

"Mmm, it's not that I would have minded if he was, wandering afield. But when you come home and find two… sex-cultivar… prostitutes? In your bed? With your husband? And then he's the one angry at you?"

"Oh. Like, in your apartment? In the apartment you own and paid for?" Yhelm took a sip of her coffee. Oh. Oh no. Oh no, this was really, really good coffee. There was just a hint of smokey richness that balanced out the hard bitter burn. Oh no. Yhelm would have to become a regular here, wouldn't she?

"I was finding the whores' leaves in the bedroom for a week after I kicked him out."

"Yikes. Sorry, Latti. Do you have anyone else now?"

"No, no. I don't want to go back into a relationship just because I became used to it. There's a few people I was, considering? But, uh. The cliches exist for a reason, I've been learning to love myself."

Yhelm snorted.

"Not like that!"

"Swear to Aiax?"

"Oh you have not changed an inch Yhelm. Are you and Madrigal still together?"

Oh hey, she remembered their name. "Of course. We're sharing a place near the coast."

"Right, you work in the uh. What, uhm." Latti looked around the room conspiratorially. "What is your actual, job, now?"

"We do odd jobs."

"… odd jobs. Odd jobs. Yhelm. Like being a bouncer at a racing-loop. Like being a tough at a gambling den. Yhelm."

And here came Afternoon Sale again, this time with a wooden tray balanced at the very tip of one of her long fingers. Thankfully, oh thankfully she didn't stay to chat. She left it on the table and went off again. The creamier, sweeter smell of Latti's coffee mixed in the nook with the burnt, smokey flavor of Yhelm's. It made Yhelm a bit sad. She wasn’t sure why.

"The eye-pastry is yours," Latti said, taking a tiny sip of her coffee. "I'm not going to force you to tell me anything, Yhelm, but. I'd like to know what my little sister is up to? Do I get to know that? We haven't seen you in years."

Yhelm stared at the black surface of her coffee. "Uggggh. I'm Guild of Porters and Fishermen."

"Oh," Latti said, very quietly. "Uhm. So you work with uhm. Fish--"

"It's how things work, Latti," Yhelm said firmly. "I'm not, a thief or whatever you imagine. This is how the out-city works. The out-city has too many people, the city can't keep it under control, so, you get the guilds. They're what keep the order. I'm not a criminal." At least not a petty criminal.

Latti nodded. She nodded again, threw another one out there, just to be safe. She took a bite of her blueberry biscuit, too. Washed it down with some coffee. "So. Uhm. How is that. Going for. You."

"Guild academages are rare. It's, it's good. It's fine."

Somehow the eye-pastry was as good as the coffee. Oh no, it complimented the coffee with a sweeter flavor that was a relief to the harsher notes of the drink. Oh no. It was so bad when a knicknack was right.

"That's really what you're doing with it," Latti said.

Yhelm looked up from her plate. "Doing with what." If Latti wanted to do this, she could say it, say it with her own mouth and see how much she liked the taste of it. It probably wasn't as good as the coffee. This coffee was so good.

"I mean. You know mom spent a lot of money to send you to the--"

"If she wants me to pay her back--"

"It's not about the money--"

"Then I don't see the problem."

"How could you waste it!"

There it was.

"You, you got a chance no one else in the family got. I, I would have loved to go to the Cazirizahd! You had a gift, Yhelm, you have this, wonderful gift, and you got the opportunity to use it, and you threw it all away."

Yhelm leaned back into her seat. It was tight enough she could prop her elbow on the table, and lean her face on her paw. Settle in for the long haul. Here it came.

Latti was almost standing up out of her seat at this point too. She got like that when she was upset. She never noticed. A part of Yhelm thought, it was still adorable. Context aside. "They put, more love and care into you than the rest of us, they saved up so, so much money! And send you overseas to learn! And then you come back to, to, to, to go play at being a criminal. Meadoe's sake, Yhelm, you're throwing all of their love away so you can go be, go be an adversary!"

She was trembling now and standing fully, her ears twitching and flickering and her eyes wet. Yes, Yhelm told herself. This is exactly why you don't talk to family anymore. "Are you done?" she asked.

"Can you just--"

"Then it's my turn," Yhelm said, sharply, not moving from her recline. Cheek still on her paw. That was how you won these things. By being the only calm person in a family of dramatics. "I showed. A passing interest. In magic. And mother and father jumped at that, and decided that was my destiny. They insisted I went to Cazzhad. They insisted I become an academage. I wrote them so many letters begging to come home. I hated it. Latti. I. Hated. It."

"How could you hate, how could you hate an actual chance to become a wizard? To, to be--"

"I did not," Yhelm said, and her voice was getting a bit more loud and she wasn't sure if she could stop that, "I did not ask for it. I never wanted the pressure of having to do so good it made up for mom being raped."

There it was. Latti was staring, because it was a topic they had spoken on, once, ever, when Yhelm was just old enough to understand. They had spoken about once why Yhelm was different, and then it had gone back to being a taboo, and everyone had gone back to pretending it hadn’t happened. There it was, out and alive again. There was no taking any of it back now, so, there was no reason to stop there, either.

"I didn't ask to exist. I never wanted to have to spend my entire life, justifying my right to exist. They gave me more attention, spent all that money on me? Because they wanted it to be okay. They wanted to be able to look at me and not feel disgust and shame. They wanted me to do so well they could be proud I was their child. But like you said, Latti. I am an adversary. And I am not going to spend my life making up for a crime that isn't even mine."

Latti sat down, slowly, with her elbows on the table too, and her face hidden behind her eyes. There was such an awful tension in the little nook right now. Yhelm risked a look for Afternoon Sale. She was sitting at another table, telling--probably terrible--jokes to two other customers. She was being just loud enough no one noticed their fight. Wow. This really was a good cafe.

"They do love you," Latti finally managed to say.

Yhelm took another sip of coffee before anything else. "No. They don't. They wanted to. I know what Love feels like. Their end never solidified. You're eight years older than me, you were going to be their one and only child. Then I'm forced into the picture, and they tried to feel something for me, and when it became clear they were never going to, they gave up and had another child that's both of theirs, and that one they can love. I'm not dumb. Bodo was their do-over. They couldn’t stand their last child being a rape child, so they went and made a better one to make up for it."

That went and truly killed it. This was over. Either mouth only opened for coffee and bread. Afternoon Sale continued to dance and weave from customer to customer. A trio of victims with matching blue jelly bodies came in, claimed a table near the center of the cafe, and Afternoon Sale loudly asked to buy one of their ears to make a sweet tea. A bird nomad that had been hiding in the corner finished his business and left. The sgnowme that had gestured with Yhelm earlier stood up to leave, got their oversized body stuck on the table, and toppled onto the floor with a crash.

"Oh no," the sgnowme groaned. "Oops. Oops, oh no. Oh no."

"Ah! You clumsy fool!" Afternoon Sale hopped from table to table to reach the scene of the disaster faster. The table and chair were flipped over, and a coffee mug and two plates were scattered in pieces on the floor. "This isn't Solid's week, you aren't supposed to break the tablewear yet!"

"I got stuck in the chair. I'm still stuck in the chair!"

"Oh S'ent you fool! You Jaycene! Here! Let me get you up!"

Yhelm and Latti shared a glance with one another.

"I'm probably going to start giggling at this," Latti warned. "I think the things you said were, honestly, probably right. They were right, and I don't like that. And I don't want you to feel like I'm not taking it seriously. But."

"No, it's fine," Yhelm said. "You can laugh. Should we be helping?"

"I think she's got it? Afternoon Sale's pretty strong--"

Out popped the sgnowme from their chair and back flew Afternoon Sale into the table behind her.

"Okay no let's help," Latti agreed.

She helped the sngowme to their feet and righted the table, while Yhelm helped Afternoon Sale set the table and chairs she'd barreled over. It took just a few seconds, and all that was left were the ceramic shards on the floor. The trio of victims applauded politely.

"Is this normal, for this place?" Yhelm asked.

"Of course not!" Afternoon Sale said while Latti nodded seriously behind her back.

"Delightful. Does anyone have a cloth for the plates?"

"What we need is a broom, and a reminder to myself that from this moment onwards, dear S'ent Uligard will be exclusively using metal tablewear."

Yhelm was already using her hoof to push all the broken bits together. "Latti, do you have a cloth? A handkerchief or something?"

"I want it back?" she asked, passing over a white and blue checkered thing, with her initials monogrammed onto it too. Yhelm dropped it on the floor over the shards. "I actually want it back right now if you're just going to throw it on the floor?"

Yhelm ignored Latti for a moment. She ignored Afternoon Sale and Uligard the sgnowme and the smells of coffee and the coolness of the air and focused on the fact that something could be lost for years and show up suddenly beneath a couch completely unharmed, even if you'd already looked there, which only goes to show that when you're not able to see something--"Excodject."

The handkerchief gave a startle and a sudden pressure change made everyone but Yhelm wobble backwards in the shock of it.

"You're welcome," Yhelm said, returning to her seat. This was something Madrigal had taught her as siblings of the same element. Never pass up an opportunity to Style on people.

Latti picked her handkerchief back up. "Oh no way Yhelm."

Yhelm made a point of not looking at the mug and plates that were sitting on the floor, fine as could be, as if nothing had ever happened to them, because she'd decided they hadn't. She drank the last dregs of her coffee instead. She was actually stoked. Her heart was pounding. Excodject wasn't normally able to restore damage that severe, but that she'd pulled it off so Stylishly had given it the extra push. That was the adversary advantage. So long as she made it look cool she could do so much more. It was an advantage. She was proud of it.

It didn't matter why she was born an adversary. She liked it. She was proud. No one could tell her not to be proud.

"You have a plate-fixing spell!" Afternoon Sale shouted. "You will be my employee."

"I just want the bill," Yhelm said.

"No, as an employee you are entitled to a payment, not a debt."

"But as a customer, I still deserve my debt." Yhelm looked over at Afternoon. She kept her posture loose and lazy. It was the ultimate Style trick of not looking like you cared about anything despite your insides being red hot and full of everything and it was all bursting to explode constantly. "You don't give me my bill as a customer, then you can't be trusted to give me my pay as an employee, so if you don't charge me you can never pay me. If you never pay me, then I can never fix plates for you. The plates are already fixed, so you have to give me my bill. That's just how it is."

"That's cotton logic, that," Afternoon Sale agreed. "I'll be just a moment."

Latti slipped back into her seat. "You have a plate fixing spell, though. Really?"

"It's not just for plates. And a spell isn't kept just for its practical effects. Each spell is a literary essay on reality, you don't just read a spell to learn that spell, you read that spell so you can get a greater academic context. Like, look, that spell, that spell is actually a commentary on one section of an older spell, so when you get a good grip on that spell, the other spell makes a bit more sense, too. So they're not just essays on reality, they're essays on essays on reality, and, you're smiling."

"I don't want to be, you know, mean? But look at you. You like being an academage."

"Uuuugh I like being an academage but I hate other academages. They're all, the worst kind of people? They're so, so important? Latti honestly have you ever even spoken to a lamplighter?"

Latti ran a clawtip around the rim of her mug. "I don't want to be racist."

Yhelm leaned in. "Have you ever actually sat down and talked with a lamplighter?"

"Yes. Yes! Okay. Okay. Point taken. I'm sure there are lamplighters that aren't, like that?"

Afternoon Sale twirled back to the table with a little chalkboard in her grip. "Sooo that was. Two coffee, bespoke, crafted by a coffee expert, the veritable successor god of coffees, in fact, and I dare either of you to dispute my divinity in the field."

She was looking right at Yhelm, so Yhelm just sorta gave her a one-arm shrug. "No?"

"So you'll agree my prices are fair, yes, and that was two biscuits and an eye-pastry, made with expert skill and not by me but by a Dead who despite having no taste has excellent taste in taste, you won't eat anything as good for the rest of the day and come dinner time you will be deeply disappointed by whatever sad fare you find, and you will curse me, curse my very name but find yourselves with no choice left but to return here, and therefore, your total bill is forty wants, and I will not do the math for you if you wish to pay individually, your familial politics are yours to sort out."

"I'll get it," Latti said. "Afternoon, you can put it on my tab--"

Yhelm had already placed a half-need on the table. "It's fine."

"Yhelm, I'm an accountant, I make--"

"I'm a guild academage," Yhelm said, standing up, which was the universal sign for winning these sorts of things. "Do you want to meet again?"

"I do. What do you say to, uh, the seventh? Same time?"

"Same place?" Afternoon Sale asked hopefully.

"… same place," Yhelm agreed.

"And another one becomes mine," the knicknack cooed. "If you're all done then shoo away with you, let me clean your table, I have an ear to turn into a tea."

Stepping outside was a miserable thing. Latti and Yhelm had to push through a wall of solid heat and now they were standing in it. Ardent was high overhead, wide awake, and especially enthusiastic today. Yhelm could already feel her fur starting to stick to itself. No, no now she hated being an adversary. Why did she have to be this fluffy? She let her umbrella slide out of her inventory and out into her hand. No offense, Ardent, she thought, as she pulled a shadow over herself, never liked you as much.

"Well, I'm back to work," Latti said. "Yhelm, it was really good. No, it was actually really upsetting. But I feel like we're, like this was the first time we ever really, really got to talk. I think… I think being away from our parents was good for you. I think you did need it."

"Thank you--oh--" oh, a hug was happening now. Latti probably just wanted to steal some of her shade. Oh, this was weird. Family was weird. She was full of way too many feelings. But she was an adversary and fur be damned she was not going to stop being cool now. Latti had always been so cool when they were little. Look, look. Look at how grown-up I've become, Yhelm thought to herself. Oh wow did she have a lot of issues to work out didn't she.

"Ah, this is good. This is good, isn't it?" Latti asked, finally pulling out of the hug. "The seventh. Denstile, Yhelm."

"Gentsile." And back onto her fours there Latti was going, now once again a part of Yhelm's life. Family was weird.

… a half-need was so much money for coffee why the fuck did she do that.

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Okay then! So I believe you requested Ajax, Patroclus Odysseus and Telemachus right? So apart from the depictions you have above here are some extras (of course bare in mind that the styles reflect the time periods of the painters and not the Mycenaean times as you know of course):

Patroclus:

Of course one of the most famous scenes involving Patroclus is the depiction from an Attic Kylyx that was made by some man named Sosias (we do not know the painter):

What I love about this scene is not just the tenderness between the two men (Patroclus seems to be obviously in pain judging from the tension of his foot and yet Achilles is carefully binding his wound. I also love how the white color is rescued from the bandage -ideas for a scar on his forearm, perhaps? ^_^). Patroclus's features look really beautiful like this and his age is also toned up given that he has a beard while Achilles doesn't and the details to their armor are just insane! Interestingly Patroclus seems to have a bow and a quiver with him and an arrow to his feet as well.

I think this Lekythos (perfume/oil bottle) that is attributed to Eretria Painter has one of the few scenes I know from the Iliad that includes Patroclus on the bed, dead and Achilles mourning by his side!

The calmness on Patroclus's face andthe arrangement of the hair under a band is just...UGH! He almost looks like he is sleeping! TT-TT. For some reason here both characters are beard-less to probably tone up how young they are when they died (and there seems to be a shift to iconography to late classical period to point out the youth of the heroes by emitting their beard. In here Achilles and Patroclus almost seem to have the same face, maybe point out how both shall die young or mirroring Achiles's fate as well)

Now this archaic kantharos that was attributed to Sokles doesn't have much but I found that little low ponytail to the base of his nape interesting (this image is from a copy)

I love it though how most artists have thought that Patroclus has curly or wavy hair. There is also an anaglyph from Pianabella Sarcophagus that also involves the mourning of Patroclus (roman times)

In here Patroclus seems more mature of age but the details to the expressions in this are simply phenomenal!

It is hard to find way too many depictions that do not include the fight over Patroclus's body. Or statues that involve Menelaus carrying Patroclus etc.

Telemachus:

Now for Telemachus things are getting a bit harder. For example we have a skyfos here:

The older man wearing a hat to his head seems to be bidding goodbye the youth that leaves holding a petassos hat or something similar. This was interpreted to be a departure scene between Odysseus and Telemachus (probably as Telemachus needs to depart frirst from Eumeus's hut to return to his mother and Odysseus is to follow him later. This however is much clearer:

This depiction on a skyphos (drinking cup) attributed to Penelope Painter, shows Penelope sitting sadly by her loom which is half-finished but with intricate pattern and Telemachus is standing beside her!

I also discovered this from an Apulian krater where Telemachus is received by Nestor. He holds his helmet or pilos at hand and he also has spears:

But we do not have too many pieces of ancient art depicting Telemachus but his depictions do seem similar to Odysseus with the curly hair and all minus the beard.

Aias/Ajax:

Now for Aias/Aiax the Greater we have seen amazing depictions like the ones I sent you before by Exekias so we have definitely some more to show! Once again we have a depiction of his playing the board game with Achilles but in this amphora attributed to Bareiss Painter we have just his face rescued which is interesting:

His name is written above. I like how his beard is toned up with reddish color so maybe to indicate his reddish or better brown hair. I do find quite a few depictions of this game between the heroes. Also a large number of pottery that depicts Ajax carrying the body of Achilles, like this depiction by Exekias:

Anyway sorry my blabbering kicked in again! ^^; Back to images

If I may say so, it seems that Ajax is a lot associated with Achilles in art showing that the two heroes were close not only in age (Even Antilochus mentions how Ajax was also of a younger generation although we can assume older than Achilles, Diomedes and Antilochus himself, he definitely was also one of the young heroes). His association of being "second best after Achilles" in many things is also interesting, or the fact that he was one of those who fought Hector and forced a draw out of him.

It seems that Ajax was connected or mirroring Achilles, which explains why he was so furious when Odysseus took the arms of Achilles in a debate. It seems as if Ajax was his "heir" in the battlefield daresay a close friend. This relationship seems to be of outmost importance to understand how Ajax lost it when he lost the arms.

Another pattern I noticed with Ajax is of course his quarrel with Odysseus. I often find depictions such as this depiction of a drapped figure between two warriors which is named "Agamemnon separating Ajax and Odysseus"

I find interesting contrast between depictions of Ajax and Achilles vs Ajax and Odysseus. Ajax with Achilles either is depicted playing a game or Ajax carrying his fully armed body away but with Odysseus he is usually depicted as going for each other's necks! XD And many of the Athenian lekythoi (another type of oil bottle) are depicting this conflict between them.

This hydria (water jug) from the so-called Leagros Group is also amazingly expressive how someone seems to be holding Odysseus who is holding a sword and pulling Ajax out of the way who probably already has made a threat towards Odysseus (he is holding his sword as if having made his attempt already and he needs TWO people to pull him away!) while Agamemnon tries to separate them in the middle! Hahaha! The expressions of horror of the others are great!

In this case Ajax is depicted without a beard possibly to indicate the difference in age between him and Odysseus. I also love how the artist has, consciously or not, captured some of the characters' bodytypes here with Ajax being taller and well built and Odysseus shorter of structure with strong thighs.

This image of Ajax has me laughing my butt off! He looks so confused! XD (Aryballos -tiny perfume bottle for men- by Clinic Painter), from a scene where the team arrives at Achilles's tent.

One rare image I discovered is this that is attributed to Kleophades Painter and I found one fragment from a scene where Phoenix seems to be dragging Ajax away from Hector (Hector is being dragged away by Priam to the other side). I love how detailed Ajax's clothing is and his beard and here he has long, wavy hair (also interesting detail of an african figure/shilhouette on his shield)

Which of course indicates another famous theme of Iliad, the battle between Hector and Ajax. Douris Cup has some of the greatest scenes I have ever seen Ajax (named, on the left) is urged by Athena to attack Hector while Hector is assisted by Apollo

Of course aother infamous theme is the suicide of Ajax like this etruscan-time calyx-crater:

One rare image I discovered is this attributed to Brygos Painter that includes the dead body of Ajax while being covered with his shroud if I recall correctly by wis wife.

I should say that most painters agree upon Ajax having a beard potentially brown or dark brown hair and of course from Homer a large tall body. (So ironic that I find more depictions of the Locrian Ajax and the rape of Cassandra over these!)

Odysseus:

Of course, last but certainly not least Odysseus is like the star of painters! Hahaha! I find thousands of references to him and his name! XD As you see just with Ajax alone we have a series of paintings that involve him. Hehehe but of course some of the greatest samples out there are of course things like the siren painter I gave to my first reply! But here are some more gems!

One painter called Dolon Painter, painted a scene with Dolon being surprised by Diomedes and Odysseus

Gosh Diomedes looks like a devious devil doesn't he as he grabs Dolon while sorter and stutier Odysseus on the left has his sword ready to make the threat!

In the inside of a kylix once again attributed to the amazing Byrgos Painter we see a figure wearing a Petassos Hat leading a woman. From the thematic around the rim, is estimaded to be Odysseus leading Briseis out of Achilles's tent towards Agamemnon:

I really like the detail that Briseis seems hesitant or slightly resisting as she leans back, possibly indicating that she is not willing to leave Achilles. They also seem to have their mouths open as if they are speaking to each other.

The same painter on the same kylix also has the dispute possibly between Odysseus and Ajax and what I love about this is that the painter even depicts the hairs on their torso!

This oinohoe (wine jug) attributed to Athena Painter shows two warrior sitting down in the vegetation for an ambush. It is said to depict Odysseus and Diomedes

From the same Aryballos of the Clinic Painter we have again a very cheeky pose Odysseus (and yeah the painter definitely did his thunder thighs justice! XD as well as his bushy hair)

I found also this sketch from Acropolis Museum from North Metope 24 which depicts ellegedly Odysseus and Menelaus looking for Helen and both are rushing forward. Odysseus is depicted with a helmet and a beard while Menelaus is depicted without a beard, possibly to indicate their age difference

This one here is from a Calix-crater, attributed to Persephone Painter, is a very famus scene with Odysseus rinning after Circe with his sword while Circe has dropped the wine cup and her wand and runs for it. Odysseus is wearing chalys and petassos again

Of course the infamous scene in the Underworld:

Where Odysseus is sitting waiting for the prophet Tiresias. This seems to be one of the rare depictions of Odysseus's comrades too since on the left wearing Pilus and holding a spear seems to be Eurylochus, his second-in-command and on the right holding a sword is Perimedes. In another similar image, by Lycaon Painter, Odysseus has Hermes (on the right) and Elpenor to the left (Elpenor's youth is toned up a lot and he is the only naked figure (probably to also indicate the status of him being unburied apart from his youth)

This is also an anaglyph where Odysseus is seen to the far right dressed as a beggar and holding the little pouch and the staff in his hand, Penelope sits cross-legged to the chair and behind her is Telemachus standing:

On his knees is probably Eumeus and standing behind Telemachus is probably Philoetius. I really love the tender gesture of Odysseus and you can see the pain in his eyes as he has to pretend that he is just a beggar in front of his wife!

I also loved this depiction from Penelope Painter again where Euryclea is washing Odysseus's feet

I really love the details here especially how Euryclea has short hair which was indicative of slaves in classical period Athens, when the depiction was created, while Odysseus again has his pouch thrown over his shoulder which is a gesture memorized in the Odyssey a lot.

Of course there are other archaic depictions of Odysseus around like the infamous Polyphemus Blinding scenes or Odysseus hanging upside down from the ram that saved his life. I choose these because they have more prominient his characteristics.

Soooo this is a small sample again from artwork of that time. I hope these are useful ^_^

A question about visual arts this time

Do you have any favorite classics artwork(s) that is Iliad related? Like ancient potteries of Homeric heroes, mural arts, paintings during the medieval Europe, etc?

Oh my that is a very good question! There are so many pottery painting and murals of later years that portray so greatly the epic cycle that is so hard to choose!!! But I believe one of the old masters is definitely Exekias! As you remember from my small analysis on the preparation of Ajax suicide. He creates some amazing pasterpieces with the Iliad protagonists and he is very detailed in his style. See for example the famous depiction of Ajax and Achilles playing a board game:

His lines are very bold and his work is very detailed and not only that he includes even thematics that are lesser known such as the preparation of the suicide instead of the act itself or this board game that ellegedly happened in the middle of a battle. Of course we also have the so-called "Siren Painter" with the amazing depiction of Odysseus resisting the sirens songs from the Odyssey

But to focus more on Iliad as you requested (or the general aspects of the war) One of my favorites is definitely this Kylix that was drawn by a painter named Douris. here's an image of Odysseus approaching mourning Achilles (his arms are hanging from a wall which is a very interesting detail)

This Kylix involves the sharing of the arms of Achilles and the medalion in the middle depicts Odysseus handing over to Neoptolemous the arms of his father while holding a boetian-style shield instead of the well known shield of the homeric poems (and it is interesting given how most Neoptolemous depictions involve him killing Priam -he seems so innocent here doesn't he?!-):

A roman wallpainting from Pompeii is definitely one of my favorite Patroclus representations along with of course the infamous scene with him being taken care of by Achilles in a Kyllix

The fight over the body of patroclus in the black-figure style is also amazingly expressive:

The Berlin Painter has definitely one of the most expressive depictions of the battle between Achilles and Hector:

This depiction is around the neck of a crater, the figures are named and I loved how Hector is bleeding profoundly while untouched Achilles is going for the kil with his spear. Euphronius painter also has a very brutal scene of Achilles slaying Troilus:

An Amphora mostly black but for one red figure seems to be depicting Antilochus and is a really rare one from one I can tell!

I love how his long, wavy hair is arranged under the helmet and his obviously youthful appearance (he is a great source of inspiration for my Achilles and Antilochus story). I also love the Triptolemous Painter for making this depiction of the council of Achilles:

Not only do I love the cheeky pose Odysseus has; trying to transfer his ature through painting! Not only do we again see the arms of Achilles to the walls but also we have old Phoenix to the background with his hair tonred up with white color (thankfully rescued by passage of time) with his long hair thugged with the hair band and all! Kleophades Painter has one of the most brutal scenes of the murder of Priam I have ever seen!

This seems to follow the line of the myth that Virgil speaks of in Aenead; Neoptolemus kills Astyanax before his grandrather before killing him too. In here he seems to have laid the dead baby to his knees and almost seems like either repeatedly stabbing him or beating him to death while Priam tries to shield his head. The baby also seems to have been repeatedly stabbed as well! And blood splattered everywhere!

For Diomedes this is definitely one of my favorites; the stealing of the horses with Odysseus

One can see his youthful appearance compared to Odysseus as they drive the horses away or the exchange of the weapons with Glaukus

I love his youthful appearnce and the thin features and yet the stout body to show his warrior status and the way he receives the shield with care in this, shows much on his personality really.

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Oh there are so many different depictions by ancient art alone! I would be more than happy to elaborate further with specific images on specific heroes if you want on future reblogs because honestly the category is huge! Even scenes like geometric time paintings seem to be quoting Homer and either the funeral of Patroclus or Hector:

Thank you for the intriguing question! Made me remember many of these masterpieces!

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Please can I request sub!Scaramouche 😫 he’s literally on my mind 24/7 I just wanna be rough and break him and have him a sobbing moaning mess in my arms just so I can put him back together gently hngg- maybe something with punishing him and brat taming? I’ll literally take anything lol I’m so desperate

Break Him

Office AU

Sub!Scaramouche x Reader

Warning ⚠️ ⚠️: Crying, cock warming and angry sex!!

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Tap Tap

You glanced at the bright screen as a hiss of annoyance escaped you. I hate that fucker. Angrily tapping on the poor keyboard you had practically smashed the keys but that wasn't the problem- the problem was having your rival trying to strike a deal with you. And you were having none of that shit. Making yourself comfortable and slightly moving the shaking figure of your secretary who quietly whimpered- you typed down the list of insults you had in mind at the CEO of dick statues Geo Gems.

Scaramouche sat on your lap, quietly holding his soft moans and whimpers as the dildo you had slammed inside nudged his sensitive parts. The skirt you had given him as a form of trade for you to have his pants didn't help at all at. The soft fabric of your skirt and your warm precense had his head falling on your shoulder. The curses that would slip here and there and the dangerous gleam in your eyes turned him on.

He can be a good boy- he had proved it to you before but as he watched you, your anger showing while you typed away such colorful comments had him clenching around you. Hell- he wanted to tease you. To moan in your ear, begging you to break him.

Besides they had never had hate sex and if he remembers correctly hate sex is the best sex- or in this situation angry sex. So Ajax says.

So doing what he does best, he turn to you and leaned in. "Miss....." A hum came from you, your eyes still on the screen. "Are...are you mad?" Scara whispered- a smirk graced his lips as he watched your hands stopping from typing. Side-glancing at your secretary, you noted his winning smirk, the familiar glint of mishief in his eyes. "Yes I am. But not with you" you smiled at him and looked back towards the skin only to be stopped by a simple small request of the short man.

"You can use me...break me please~"

Well shit, how were you to say no to that request? Clicking your tongue, you looked at him- challenging his gleaming eyes. Seeing that he really wanted to be used, you smirked. Grabbing his waist you pulled him over your desk. Putting your laptop away, you stood up and slipped in your strap. Gripping his waist with one hand while the other pulled his hair. At the pain of you pulling his hair he whimpered, his back arching and his ass pushing against your dildo.

Annoyed you slid inside the moment Scara pushed back again and he almost screamed if it wasn't at how your hand moved itself down to his mouth from his hair. With wide eyes he whimpered and moan. The pressure you applied against his prostate was amazing. He all but pushed you in deeper, the hand on his mouth slipping your fingers inside his wet tavern.

"Keep quiet doll. You don't want your colleges finding the usual poker face of my secretary right?" You smirked as the man below you shuddered.

---outside your office

"They are definitely fucking"

"Wait are you sure?! Ms. (L/N) wouldn't do that!"

"Oh come on Aether. Its obvious!" Ajax whined. The blonde besides him glared daggers at the tall male.

"Hm, his right" Thr familiar voice of The Lady (La Signora) startle them. "Question is, who is fucking who." She hummed a smirk played against her red lips.

"Pfft its obviously Scara fucking Ms. (L/N)" Aiax quipped in. Aether grumbled against his breath about to defend your pride until he didn't had to.

"Miss!! Harder please!!"

Smirking The Lady walked away, until she looked back. "I will be waiting your money on my desk boys"

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The one moment in the Iliad that always rang hollow for me was Hektor trying to get Achilles to make the pact with him to not desecrate each other's corpses.

Not just because Achilles follows it up with one of the best passages in the damn poem but also cause like...

It may be the single most "Well isn't that fucking rich" passage in epic poetry.

Cause Hektor's constantly threatening to or trying to desecrate bodies.

He tells Great Ajax he's gonna leave his body to the dogs, he threatens his own men with the same fate if they hold back in battle, he makes a very active effort the mount Patroclus' head on a spike and feed the rest of it to dogs and birds.

Hell, the only reason he didn't do that last one is because Great Aiax and Menelaus busted their asses to stop him.

Yet when he's finally the weaker warrior, the one outmatched, he tries his damndest to make sure that thing he's been threating isn't thrown back in his face.

But what do you know

It fucking is

[doegred-main]

Fandom meme: the Iliad

Ohhh! Anon: you make me happy! <3

blorbo Achilles: definitely my Blorbo there. Also: Patroclus, but not the fandomic version. The one from the myth: a dude who grew up along Achilles because he killed another noble kid during a dice game and Menetius had to send him to his pal Peleus' house. He is more prudent than Achilles, but: let's be real, that bar is low.

scrunkly Oddly enough Ajax the greater: he is deadly but a defensive warrior and seems like an A+ ok dude. Besides he is absolutely a victim of Odysseus and has no hope whatsoever of beating him because of Odysseus' brains which he lacks. To a terminal degree even though he has ten times the honour. Also: Cassandra, which deserved better, and Hecuba in her feral rage. And: Helen, she is far from a hapless victim (she is a victim, but not hapless, she is a queen and KNOWS IT), but she is a victim and deserved better.

scrimblo bimblo Thersites. I love him and he is absolutely NOT wrong.

glup shitto Again Thersites? XD Aside from him: the golden robots in Hephaestus house.

poor little meow meow Thetis. She is kinda awful in that way only gods can be and I love her for it.

horse plinko Everybody? Yes! Everybody. Excluded Aiax the greater and Helen. Which have had more than enough. I will plinko the hell out of everyone else, Xanto and Balius included!

eeby deeby Ajax the lesser, who (let's be real) is designed for that exactly and I would gladly send to superhell. Still: I would send him to superhell with infinite, almost fond, amusement because: kudos for slipping on horse manure and going down into the sea while screaming "I am better than the gods!" A+ for believing in yourself. That is the spirit!

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Hi! For the shop bingo any thoughts on Isaac + Brett (which has been bugging me for months and it is all hypothetical) and Achilles + Aiax Telamonios (for old time’s sake?). Hopefully that’ll fill a few boxes!

No thoughts on Achilles besides the fact that he needs to calm down. I ship Achilles/some chamomile tea tbh!

As for Brett/Isaac, I haven’t thought about these two before. In general I’m Scisaac trash, and I like Brett with Mason and/or crushing on Scott, but I’m happy to speculate about Brett/Isaac. It’s interesting because they both have that douchebag veneer, but if you peel the douchebag layer off Brett you find a sweet Buddhist kid who takes care of his sister, whereas if you peel the douchebag layer off Isaac you find a second, more compact, very angry douchebag layer underneath.

Brett causes a major malfunction in anyone in his grade who sees him (and, like, fair), so I like imagining that it’s his turn to malfunction when he sees Isaac, who comes back from France for the summer during college. Brett has heard about Isaac from Liam, who heard about him from Stiles—according to Stiles, Isaac is an obnoxious idiot with crap fashion choices and crap ideas and he’s full of crap. Somehow, Stiles never thought to mention that Isaac was gorgeous! Brett is not ready! Whatever Isaac’s previous wardrobe was, it got a lot more chic in France. Isaac is now devastatingly pretty. At the casual lacrosse game Scott organizes one afternoon, Brett makes a complete idiot out of himself. Liam and Lori make fun of him a lot. Scott asks him if he’s feeling all right. It’s the worst.

France, meanwhile, has been good to Isaac. He’s had a chance to find himself, outside of the prison of Beacon Hills. It’s still kind of hard to be there, though, since it’s the first time he’s been back since Allison’s death. He loves seeing Scott again, but is intrigued by the thought of new friends, new memories to round out the old. He’s gotten a little better at this whole “be nice” thing, so he offers to work with this lacrosse newbie Brett one on one, since he seems like he might need some help. He doesn’t understand why that makes Brett start blushing and stammering, or why that punk Liam is laughing so hard as he throws an arm around Brett’s shoulders and accepts on his behalf (because, at the end of the day, Liam may be a little punk, but he’s still a great flight attendant).

Lori bullies Brett into showing up when Isaac suggests they practice. It’s a little easier now that no one else is there, though Isaac’s looks still somehow take him by surprise (how is he so handsome?? How??). Isaac seems convinced that Brett’s an idiot, but the upside is that it’s pretty fun to make him see how wrong he is. Brett shows off a lot, enjoying it, and then the two of them get competitive and there’s an awful lot of jostling. Isaac plays aggressively. Brett doesn’t mind at all.

Isaac, for his part, is delighted to discover Brett’s cool, cocky confidence—one of the traits that once drew him to Allison. The two of them wind up chatting afterwards. Each of them has lost their entire family and then some. They talk about Scott. They talk about Liam, whom they’re both bemused by. Isaac is curious about Buddhism, and how generally even-keeled Brett is, after everything that’s happened to him. Brett, meanwhile, is charmed by Isaac’s playful abrasiveness, and a little awed by how Isaac doesn’t seem to be afraid of anything. They keep hanging out. They get closer. When they finally hook up, Brett is more experienced but Isaac learns very quickly and alternates between bossy and pushy. Brett is so into it.

Stiles finds out about the two of them eventually. He finds both of them annoying and hates the thought of the two of them together. They wear matching scarves just to piss him off. Liam laughs and laughs.