#Ephyr

[illusionsofdreaming]

let me interrupt this blog briefly with my most recent (and recent as in yesterday) hyperfixation: Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World (to be shortened to SSoaSK).

A list of reasons why I'm in love without spoiling anything:

• man vs nature, man vs people, man vs self

• man vs fate/gods

• my fists and my bigass sword will solve all my problems! (no)

• muscles

• underestimated mc but seriously OP

• weaker found family protects tormented mc hyung

• adopted family love, bros

• also, takes eyes off mc for two seconds - chaos happens

• ANGST????!!!?? ??!!!?

• comedic humor

• dragons

• the art. please the art. its-

I have a habit of keeping a list of rotating mangas/manhwas/webcomics to read as I often find myself starting new stories while waiting for others to update. I've started SSoaSK a year ago and finished all 60 chapters it had back then and left it sitting in my bookmarks until yesterday when I realised it's reached 204 chapters.

Since it's been a year since I've read the first 60 chapters I've forgotten pretty much everything about its plot, background and who the main characters even are. Relying on only vague recollections from rereading the 60th chapter, I thought I'd have to give up eventually and reread all 60 chapters to get the gist of what's happening again - only to find myself crying within 5 chapters.

I didn't expect myself to get emotional when I barely remember the story, but I think the artists/author did an amazing job of keeping the plot relevant and heartwrenching, that it didn't take long for me to be hooked.

5 chapters guys. 5 and I was crying for characters I was just reintroduced to.

Obviously, bits and pieces of the story came back to me the more I read + I happen to have picked up the story when it was nearing the climax of one of its story arcs - still, I didn't expect myself to be so invested.

I spent a whole day + morning catching up to the most recent chapter and I can tell you all that I've cried at least another 2 times.

I am now experiencing the effects of manhwa withdrawal and have been looking high and low for content to slake my thirst as I wait for more chapters BUT!

THERE AREN'T ANY- HOW???????

Therefore I turn to tumblr seeking for fellow readers of SSoaSK - if not convince some to join me on this adventure- because if no one's going to talk with me about Ryu Hanbin and his misfit god defying group-

-rolls up sleeves-

I'm going to have to take some drastic measures. (or curl up and cry)

[undasura]

[vineyard-edits]

Benoit Blanc Sunset Icons

icons of Benoit from knives out with a sunset theme

requested by @badtimenightmarefaces

[zpl1nt3r3d-b0n3-zhardz]

Hihi, I was wondering if I could get some names that fit with Effie Trinket and Haymitch Abernathy from THG (books + movies). They can be neu/fem or neu/masc, respectively, and any pronouns or last names if you can think of any. Thank you so much!!! Have a lovely day ^^

Haymitch:

First Names:

Hayzel

Holly

Henry

Harvy

Harvard

Holden

Holten

Oswin

Oswald

Vincent

Vince

Harald

Jorden

Haylen

Hyler

Mitch

Mitchell

Marcus

Mitchie

Last names:

Evander

Alathy

Lochlear

Myoore

Stanford

Matias

Johnson

Morrison

Lashner

Hyzel

Myers

Levine

Fitzgerald

Dymian

Abbott

Axeford

Aylstein

Dolsore

Pronouns:

Xe/xem/xeirs

Scot/scotch/scotchs

Booze/booze/boozes

Alc/alch/alchs

Shy/shyl/shyls

Chy/chys/chys

Chx/chxs/chxs

Hx/hxm/hxs

Hz/hzm/hzs

H#/h#m/h#s

H3/h1m/h1s

Shx/hxr/hxrs

Thzy/thzm/thzirs/thezrs

Qui/quip/quips

Smoke/smokes/smokes

🥃/🥃/🥃s

⚙️/⚙️/⚙️s

🚬/🚬/🚬s

⚰️/⚰️/⚰️s

Effie:

First names:

Percival

Sylvia

Emery

Ezri

Monroe

Myron

Cosette

Hattie

Elsie

Evie

Ettie

Lottie

Elowe

Elris

Era

Eine

Ephyr

Last names:

bibelot

Hall

Holt

bibelot

Hysen

Trinity

Tractus

Spalzi

Pronouns:

Silly/sillys

Powder/powders

Make/ups

Glam/glams

Galore/galores

Bubbly/bubbly/bubblys

Cheer/cheer/cheers

Glam/glam/glams

Spark/sparkle/sparkles

Glit/glitter/glitters

Shee/heer/heers

Shy/shyr/shyrs

Sh♡/h♡r/h♡rs

Hy/hym/hyms

It/it/its

Ix/ix/ixs

Theey/theem/theems

Sy/syl/syls

Vi/vix/vixs

Vixa/vixa/vixas

💋/💋/💋s

🌹/🌹/🌹s

⚘️/⚘️/⚘️s

🌸/🌸/🌸s

✨️/✨️/✨️s

💄/💄/💄s

This was absolutely gleeful to do. I personally Thoroughly enjoyed doing this. I would absolutely adore to know if you liked any of this.

[sillyidol]

this angelic one asks if you have any names or titles of abyssal , corruption themes ?

♡ : abyssal ﾉ corruption . . .

? names : viscera , guts , chasm , nox , ceres , ephyr , eris , hypha , infection , juno , prey , oddity , nyx , virus , boolean

? titles : the infectious one , the plague , the virus , the sickness , the void , the unfathomable one , the incomprehensible being

[hockybish]

When he learned his name Zephyr had a hard time pronouncing his zs and would tell everyone that his name was Ephyr (sounds like effer or a cleaner way to say f***er).

so I imagine something like this happened at one point:

"Hi, I Ephyr!" Zephyr smiled and waved at the taller curly hair hockey player.

Mason cocked an an eyebrow at the little boy before him's name. It was interesting, but parents be parents. "Hello Ephyr, I'm Mason, nice to meet you."

"I know who you are. You play with my daddy! You really good." Zephyr said before running off.

"Oh um thank you?" He questioned, looking around to see which of his teammates kid's this was, because he was pretty sure he knew who they all were.

~ months later ~ at a team thing ~

"Hey little Ephyr! How are you kid?" Mason spotted Zephyr with Trevor and Bean.

Trevor started to get a little mad and ball his fist, how dare Mason call his kid a little f***er. "What did you call him?"

"Ephyr? His name?"

"His name is Zephyr. It's Greek."

[h1sstoria]

Greek homosexual activity, despite popular misconceptions, was not restricted to man-boy pairs. Vase-painting shows numerous scenes where there is little or no apparent difference in age between the young wooer and his object of courtship as well as graphic scenes of sexual experimentation between youths. Early poets such as Theognis (1.41, 1.65) and Pindar (1.86) make it clear that youths were attracted to and slept with other youths of the same age. Plato tells us that the young Charmides’ beauty provoked the admiration and love of everyone present, even the youngest boys (5.4.154). In the Phaedrus, Socrates quotes the proverb “youth delights youth” to imply that young men would prefer companions of their own age to older lovers (5.9.240). Xenophon shows Critobulus in love with Cleinias, a youth of the same age or perhaps even a bit older (5.8.4.23). Timarchus’ lover, Misgolas, appears to be the same age (4.7.49). In the Hellenistic period Meleager attests that boys were attractive to boys (6.40), and Quintilian worries about older boys corrupting younger boys in Roman schools (9.34).

Homosexuality In Greece And Rome: A Sourcebook of Basic Documents, edited by Thomas K. Hubbard

Sources referenced below the cut:

Theogonis 1.41

In youth you can sleep the night through with a friend,*

Unloading the desire for lusty action,

And you can go wooing and sing to a flute-girl’s tune—

No other thing is more thrilling than these

For men and women. What are wealth and honor to me?

Pleasure conquers all—and merrily.

Mindless men and fools weep for the dying

Instead of the blossom of youth that’s falling.

*The Greek makes it clear that the friend is an age-equal.

Theogonis 1.65

Boy, since the goddess Cypris gave you a lusty

Grace, and your beauty’s every boy’s concern,*

Listen to these words and for my sake take them to heart—

Knowing how hard it is for a man to bear desire.

*In other words, Cyrnus’ beauty arouses desire even among boys his own age.

Pindar 1.86

When Ephyrean¹ choristers pour out

My sweet voice around the Peneius,²

I expect by my songs to make the crowned Hippocleas

Still more splendid to look upon to both his age-mates and older men,

And a heartthrob for young maids. For

Different loves tickle the fancies of different folks.

Whatever each man reaches for,

If he wins it, let him hold as his desire an ambition near at hand;

Things a year in the future are impossible to foreknow.³

I have relied on the kind hospitality of Thorax, who, bustling about for my sake,

Yoked this four-horse chariot of the Muses,⁴

Favoring one who favors him, giving willing guidance to one who guides him.

To one who tests it, gold is revealed on the touchstone—

So too an upright mind.⁵

¹Ephyre was an ancient name of the Thessalian city of Krannon.

²The main river of Thessaly.

³The poet appears to be exhorting the boy not to be tempted by the other erotic opportunities that may be presented to him in his newly acquired glory, but to stick with his present good, namely Thorax.

⁴This expression is probably a metaphor for commissioning the present poem.

⁵In other words, Thorax’ virtue and devotion are proven by commissioning this poem (putting his gold to the test).

Plato 5.4.154

[...] You mustn’t judge by me, my friend. I’m a broken yardstick as far as handsome people are concerned, because practically everyone of that age strikes me as beautiful. But even so, at the moment Charmides came in he seemed to me to be amazing in stature and appearance, and everyone there looked to me to be in love with him, they were so astonished and confused by his entrance, and many other lovers followed in his train. That men of my age should have been affected this way was natural enough, but I noticed that even the small boys fixed their eyes upon him and no one of them, not even the littlest, looked at anyone else, but all gazed at him as if he were a statue. And Chaerephon called to me and said, “Well, Socrates, what do you think of the young man? Hasn’t he a splendid face?”

Plato 5.9.240

[...] But besides being harmful to his boyfriend, a lover is simply disgusting to spend the day with. ‘Youth delights youth,’ as the old proverb runs���because, I suppose, friendship grows from similarity, as boys of the same age go after the same pleasures. But you can even have too much of people your own age.

Xenophon 5.8.4.23

Hermogenes said, “Socrates, I do not consider it appropriate for you to overlook the fact that Critobulus has been so driven out of his senses by love.”

“Do you think,” said Socrates, “that he has been in this condition ever since he associated with me?”

“If not, since when?”

“Do you not see that the soft hair has recently crept alongside this one’s ears, while it already climbs from Cleinias’ chin towards the back.* Critobulus here was mightily inflamed before, when he went to the same school as Cleinias, [...]

*This suggests that Critobulus and Cleinias were both adolescents: if anything, Cleinias may have actually been a bit older. However, the interpretation of the Greek is disputed: others take the reference to be to hair on the nape of Cleinias’ neck. And 2.3 tells us that Critobulus is already married! Perhaps Critobulus is exaggerating his youthful appearance to imagine him-self as more like his beloved.

Aeschines 4.7.49

I want to say something else in advance, in case Misgolas obeys the laws and your authority. There are men who by their nature differ from others in their physical appearance as far as age is concerned. There are some men who though young appear mature and older, while others though old when one counts the years seem positively young. Misgolas is one of these. He is in fact a contemporary of mine and was an ephebe¹ with me; we are both in our forty-fifth year. And I myself have all these grey hairs that you see, but he doesn’t. Why do I give this advance warning? So that when you suddenly see him you will not be surprised and mentally respond: “Heracles! He is not much older than Timarchus!”² For it is a fact both that his appearance is naturally like this and that Timarchus was already a youth when Misgolas had relations with him. . . .

¹This refers to mandatory military service between the ages of eighteen and twenty.

²In fact, Timarchus seems also to be at least 45 at the time of this speech, judging from his service on the Council in 361 (mentioned in section 109); one had to be at least 30 to serve. Aeschines is apparently attempting to confuse the jurors and make Timarchus seem younger than Misgolas, whereas they were in fact the same age. Some commentators suspect textual corruption and think Aeschines and Misgolas were 54 rather than 45.

Meleager 6.40

Delicate Diodorus, casting a flame upon his young age-mates,

Has been caught by the flirtatious eyes of Timarion,*

And retains the sweet-bitter weapon of Eros. Truly, in this I see

A new wonder. Fire blazes bright burned by fire.

*A female courtesan.

Quintilian 9.34

I do not approve of younger and older boys sitting together in a classroom. For even if such a man as one would want is set over their studies and character and can keep the young modest, the weak should still be separated from the stronger, and not only the charge of moral turpitude, but even the suspicion of it should be avoided. I have considered that these matters should be briefly noted. That the teacher himself and his school be free from the worst vices I think hardly even needs to be said. And if there is anyone who in selecting a teacher does not avoid obvious moral misconduct, let him know that if this factor has been overlooked, everything else we try to devise for the benefit of the young is utterly futile.

[douglasfeiffel]

Hello this is me and @eldritch-kat making a post… together

The best way to have bagel is with avocado and a fried egg, but ACTUALLY I’m a liar and the best way to have a bagel is getting a cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese <3 well yeah that’s pretty tasty but I prefer the more savory option! I like poppy seed bagels. Remember the time our friend spilled avocado all over the bed. no when did this happen??? when we were in New York! OH YEAH okay now I remember. Rip ephyr you will forever be missed 🕊️ fly high . “Time to go home and watch morbius!” “WHAT?”

[pastedpast]

Ancient Greek vase depicting the myth of Sisyphus who irked the gods* and for his punishment was required to roll a huge boulder up a hill every day only for it to roll back down again and for the task to be repeated again the next day, and the next, and the next, for eternity. Hence the phrase in modern parlance, 'Sisyphean task', used to refer to something that is unending, never to be completed.

I was thinking about this because my accounts on Facebook keep popping up and reactivating themselves without my permission even though I have deactivated them several times. Deactivating them has become a Sisyphean task, so I've abandoned trying, but continue to refrain from using the site. This platform is far more enjoyable.

Facebook should be renamed Brainrot.

POSTSCRIPT

*Unusually, my regular go-to bible for classical mythology by Jenny March (published by Penguin 2008), does not mention Sisyphus, but I have gathered from various online sources that he tried to cheat death and got caught. I've also learnt that Greek vases depictions of Hades (the Underworld) are relatively rare. The vase pictured above shows Sisyphus on the right holding a large white boulder, while the woman overseeing proceedings is the goddess, Persephone, wife of the god, Hades, who shared his name with the realm over which he ruled.

In The Iliad, Homer describes Sisyphus as ""the craftiest of men"

There is a city Ephyre in the heart of Argos, pasture-land of horses, and there dwelt Sisyphus that was craftiest of men, Sisyphus, son of Aeolus; and he begat a son Glaucus; and Glaucus begat peerless Bellerophon. ”

Source: Perseus Digital Library, link here. So, acc. to Homer, Bellerophon, the great hero who slayed monsters including the Chimera [ADD LINK TO PREVIOUS POST] was the grandson of Sisyphus.

Wikipedia says of him:

He was the founder and first king of Ephyra (supposedly the original name of Corinth). King Sisyphus promoted navigation and commerce but was avaricious and deceitful. He killed guests and travellers in his palace, a violation of guest-obligations [the ancient Greeks were big on hospitality], which fell under Zeus' domain, thus angering the god. Sisyphus took pleasure in these killings because they allowed him to maintain his iron-fisted rule.

The punishment of Sisyphus took place in a part of the Underworld called Tartarus. I have mentioned it before on this blog, along with the fate of another prisoner, Tantalus. He was resigned for eternity to stand in a pool of water beneath a fruit tree, both of which were too far from reach to eat or drink from, hence the word 'tantalising' to describe something tempting.

Previous blogs posts:

Sisyphus here

Tantalus here

I note that I haven't added references to these blogs so that's something to rectify at a later date.

Further reading:

5 Notable Inmates of Tartarus & Their Crimes from The Collector website.

[wakarachnid]

lovelessmogai coined terms reposted

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Claims: “A claim is what you look like visually. It can be any kintype, non-kintype, fictionkin, alter source, whatever you find aesthetic, whatever gives you gender envy/euphoria, etc. It’s up to you and what you claim to look like.”

Complimentix: “A suffix tied to compliments. Can be attached to anything as long as it’s a compliment or it compliments the user in some form.”

Genderaff/Genaff: “A gender + gender system where your gender is tied to the affection someone/thing gives you. Inspired by my s/o Ephyr.”

Genderfontic: Gender related to fonts.

Genderinsanic: Gender related to insanity.

Genderswirl: “A gender system created by our headmate Serenity (she/her). This gender system is a gender tied to swirls of any kind.”

[sentofight]

ooc. nobody

me: let me think about some of my muses if they got evol in their LADS verses mwwehehee

A.kihiko: lightning evol for sure. he got the healing touch like zayne but every time he gets a critical damage you are healed maybe that too.

M/achina: boosts stats (awakening) evol for a limited time (i think this is like his skill in OO if i recall right the awakening one)

E/ight: strength evol-- muscle evol can be agile and strong for a period of time and can pass this at half stats to a partner but gotta be intune together.

King: marksman evol. never miss. im gonna ignore his settings in type0 and being affected by weather because ehe~

D/ate: no evol. i was debating this, i could change my mind if i thought of something fun for him but so far no evol. i think what is likeable about date that he is a normal pervert guy. he retains aiba and the hyper speed of porno mags.

Z/ephyr: no death evol. no lethal attacks can kill him at a certain time. (wanted to make him like he is op in his game but it would be fun if this was like a broken thing and he had to learn to control it like vash did for him. eyo another protocore test subject ehe~)

L/eanne: luck evol. can turn critical attacks against her or her teammates into misses because she evaded death too.

L/ucina: two seconds see into the future evol. can see wanderers (or any attackers) movements two seconds ahead and can act upon it. her strength is something father's inherited lol.

z/ack: connection / optimism evol. can lift up the psyche of his downed partners. basically cheer up mental attack lmao.

l/indow: focus / gather evol. can make wanderers focus on him only and ignore others for a short of time --NO THIS IS NOT ZEAL'S OUTSIDER THING LMAO....cough

[lephotomarion]

[tourmaline304]

Im bored so here are all my silly characters’ bdays

Elio/Thea, January 12.

Ephyr, January 30.

Cosette, February 2.

Elvenia, February 5.

Dap, February 27.

Crack, March 19.

Foudre, March 28.

Equinox, April 13.

Caladea, April 24.

Callisto, April 24.

Atlas, May 4.

Kurai, May 20.

Teo, June 3.

Birdie, June 30.

Valentina, July 9.

Eliane, July 15.

Indra, July 29.

Axel, August 5.

Jej, August 11.

Hazel, August 19.

Eilam, September 5.

Octavia, September 14.

Bia, October 7.

Ophelia, October 14.

Morrigan, October 23.

Bayli, November 5.

Lynette, November 17.

Austra, December 7.

Jericho, December 20.

[ssshaliyka]

Hi everyone 👋 It's my first post there and I'm really don't know that I should say haha. Well, It's a girl I drew this morning, and she's name is Ephyr.

[stuckclock]

Ephyr really stepped up here🔥🔥🔥

#comic #manhwa #art #webcomic

[ukdamo]

Iliad Book IV: 119-211

Homer

Now Diomedes and Glaucus, son of Hippolochus, met in the space between the armies, eager for the fight. When they had come within range, the son of Tydeus, he of the loud war-cry, called: ‘What mighty man are you, among mortals? I have never seen you on the field of honour before today, yet facing my long-shadowed spear, you show greater daring than all the rest. Unhappy are those whose sons meet my fury. But if you be one of the gods from heaven, I will not fight with the immortals. Not even mighty Lycurgus, son of Dryas, survived his war with the gods for long. He chased the nymphs, who nursed frenzied Dionysus, through the sacred hills of Nysa, and struck by the murderous man’s ox-goad their holy wands fell from their hands. But Dionysus fleeing, plunged beneath the waves, trembling and terrified by the man’s loud cries, and Thetis took him to her breast. Then the gods who take their ease were angered by Lycurgus, and Zeus blinded him. So that, hated by the immortals, he soon died. No way then would I wish to oppose the blessed gods. But if you are mortal, and eat the food men grow, come on, and meet the toils of fate the sooner.’

‘Brave Diomedes’, Hippolochus’ son replied, ‘why ask my lineage? Like the generations of leaves are those of men. The wind blows and one year’s leaves are scattered on the ground, but the trees bud and fresh leaves open when spring comes again. So a generation of men is born as another passes away. Still if you wish to know my lineage, listen well to what others know already. There’s a town called Ephyre in a corner of Argos, the horse-pasture, and a man lived there called Sisyphus, the craftiest of men, a son of Aeolus. He had a son called Glaucus, and Glaucus was father of peerless Bellerophon, to whom the gods gave beauty and every manly grace. But Zeus made him subject to King Proetus, who was stronger and plotted against him, and drove him from Argive lands. Now Proetus’ wife, the fair Anteia, longed madly for Bellerephon, and begged him to lie with her in secret, but wise Bellerephon was a righteous man and could not be persuaded. So she wove a web of deceit, and said to King Proetus: ‘Kill this Bellerephon, who tried to take me by force, or die in the doing of it.’ The king was angered by her words. He would not kill Bellerephon, as his heart shrank from murder, but he packed him off to Lycia, and scratching many deadly signs on a folded tablet, gave him that fatal token, and told him to hand it to the Lycian king, his father-in-law, so to engineer his death. Bellerephon went to Lycia escorted by peerless gods, and when he reached the streams of Xanthus the king of great Lycia welcomed him with honour, entertaining him for nine days, and sacrificing nine oxen. But when rosy-fingered Dawn lit the tenth day his host questioned him, and asked what token he brought him from his son-in-law Proetus.

On first deciphering the fatal message, he ordered Bellerephon to kill the monstrous Chimaera, spawned by gods and not men, that had a lion’s head, goat’s body and serpent’s tail, and breathed out deadly blasts of scorching fire. But Bellerephon slew her, guided by the gods. Next he was sent against the notorious Solymi, and fought, he said, the mightiest battle he ever fought. Then thirdly he slaughtered the Amazons, women the equal of men. The king planned a deadly ruse for his return, staging an ambush by the pick of the Lycian warriors. But not one of them returned: the peerless Bellerephon killed them all. The king then realised he was a true son of the gods, and offered him his daughter and half of his kingdom, to stay. The Lycians moreover marked out for him an estate of the first rank, with tracts of orchards and plough-land for his delight.

The lady bore Bellerephon, that warlike man, three children, Isander, Hippolochus and Laodameia. Zeus the Counsellor slept with Laodameia and she bore godlike Sarpedon, now a bronze-clad warrior. But the time came when Bellerephon too was loathed by the gods, and wandered off alone over the Aleian plain, eating his heart away and shunning the ways of men. Ares, unwearied by war, killed his son Isander, battling with the glorious Solymi; and Laodameia was slain in anger by Artemis of the Golden Reins. Hippolochus remained and fathered me, and from him I claim descent. He sent me here to Troy and charged me earnestly to be the best and bravest, and not bring shame on my ancestors the best men in Ephyre and all broad Lycia. Such is my lineage, from that blood am I sprung.’