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owa-tagoo-siam · 9 months ago
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edalynn-ink · 5 months ago
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my best friend (in love with a writer): He said we're just like Icarus- isnt that romantic?
me (aromantic, neurovidergent, ancient history special intrest): ...neither of you were raised in a impossible labrinth created by your father, Deadalus??
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emiett · 11 months ago
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Buncha old OC sketches and dumb comics
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mvfm-25 · 1 year ago
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" Race on the earth! Fly in the sky! "
Saturn Fan Magazine n05 - May, 1995.
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transdragonlira · 11 months ago
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Was it really Icarus's pride that brought his downfall?
Icarus's story is one that speaks to many people's imaginations, and how could it not? The imagery of one litterally reaching for the skies, and tragically falling down is a rather strong one. It's no wonder that so many renaissance paintings focus on this story.
And Icarus isn't alone in his pride, many Greek myths often have hubris (or hybris) as a main theme in their story. From Pheathon thinking he can ride the sun chariot to Tantalus thinking he can trick the gods into eating his own son. The Oddysey has hubris on both sides: the suitors harrass pelelope, thinking they have a right to marry her, and Oddyseus not thanking the gods after they helped him win the Trojan war. Compared to all of these stories, Icarus's pride kinda pales in comparison.
This brings me to Ovidius's telling on Icarus. It's the one I read in school, and is a rather interesting take on the story of Icarus. In his version, Icarus does not talk. (He tries to yell out for his dad while underwater, but fails.) In general, Icarus doesn't seem to be rather proud of anything. His main trait in this story seems to be that he is playful, and maybe even a bit mischievous. The way we see him described is in this snippet:
"puer Icarus una stabat et, ignarus sua se tractare pericla, ore renidenti modo, quas vaga moverat aura, captabat plumas, flavam modo pollice ceram mollibat lusuque suo mirabile patris impediebat opus"
(Ovidius Metamorphoses 8, line 195-200 Latin text sourced from: https://benbijnsdorp.nl/OvMet.VIII.html#VIII,183)
You can read a translation of the entire myth here, but basically what is said in these lines is that the boy Icarus is playing with feathers that were blown away by a breeze, and he softens the the wax used for the wings, playfully messing with his father's work.
The next time Icarus is described doing anything, he is taking delight in his flight ("gaudere volatu", line 223), and becomes reckless beause of that ("puer audaci coepit", line 223). Note that the website I linked translates 'audaci' as proud, which I disagree with, as 'audaci' means something more akin to 'brave' or 'couragous', but can be used deogatory as well, but then it is closer to 'reckless' or 'overdconfident' rather than proud. I wouldn't call it wrong outright as translation is complicated, but I definitly disagree with it. He gets tempted by his desire to fly higher. And then, the wax melts, and the feathers fall from his arms, leaving behind arms, useless for flying.
This doesn't really seem like someone who is particularly proud, does it? He's just a kid, experiencing something that is unique, freeing, and most importantly, fun. It's more akin to a kid playing with a new sled going down a hill that is too steep and hitting his head on a tree than someone who is actively displaying great pride and hubris. Icarus downfall was not caused directly by his pride, but by his mischief.
However, even though Icarus's downfall wasn't brought upon by his pride, pride still played a major factor in his demise. You see, the story doesn't end after Icarus dies. After Icarus dies, the story highlights a bird, laughing at the weeping ex-father. This bird is then revealed to be Perdix, a nephew and former student of Icarus's father, Daedalus. Perdix was an intelligent young man, and quickly became as good as an inventor as his uncle. In fact, soon he had invented the saw, and the compass (the drawing tool). Daedalus, his pride hurt, pushed him of a roof in an act of jealously. Saved by pallas, Perdix was turned into a bird. (Perdix is a family of partridges) Daedalus, however, had to flee from Athens to Crete, where king minos imprisoned him and his son, setting off the events of the story of Icarus.
In Odivius's telling of the story, Icarus does indeed die because of pride. It's just not his pride, and it is not really his story either. The story really puts its focus on Daedalus. He is the one who talks, he is the one who thinks he can overcome both gravity and gravity, and gets punished in a most ironic way. Yes, Daedalus survives, but does he really live? He is free from prison, yet will be forever cursed with the fact that he could not save his son, who is now trapped in the Tartarus forever. Icarus death is a direct cause of his hubrisistic actions.
So no, Icarus's fatal flaw isn't his pride, it is his playfulness and his mischief. But nonetheless, he died because of pride. (at least in Odivius's version of the story)
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nk-writing-official · 8 months ago
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A new poem, about the ups and downs of mental health, posted to my website. Read "Flight" now!
nk-writing.com/poetry
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pastelclownkitty · 1 year ago
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yeah okay
Tag that oc who is traumatized and evil but u love them
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fairytalesofthewind · 6 months ago
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And flew like a moth to you, sunlight, oh, sunlight (The Fall of Icarus)
A Sunlight by Hozier x Daedalus and Icarus by Ovid x Jegulus fic
Read on Ao3 
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Regulus hated his life with his parents, even more now that his brother was gone. He longed to join Sirius in his self made exile. He couldn’t imagine a world without his love, but it had now been closed off by the seas between them. 
But even though his parents, the seas, land and waves obstructed his path to Sirius and happiness, he would find another way. The land and the seas may hinder him, but the skies lie open. His mother might control many arts of magic and with that also people, but she did not possess, nor did she control, the sky. 
Regulus knew he had to resort to unknown arts, magic not even familiar to his terrible mother. A type of magic that was hidden in the deepest part of their Black library. A magic that would allow him to change his nature. 
The freckles on his shoulder blades, of which the Black brothers always claimed looked like constellations, were replaced by feathers in rows. A warm and foreign magic placed small feathers connected by thread on his skin, before adding longer ones. Then wax joined in such a way that eventually beautiful wings were created. 
He was already standing near the window of his room. Isolated from his family, sent without food after the smallest of disagreements. He looked at the picture of Sirius, grinning at him from his dresser. He was unaware of Sirius’ peril on the other side of the seas dividing them, but aware of the urgency of his freedom. 
Regulus admired the miraculous work of this ancient magic, and moved his thumb over the yellow wax. He let out a beaming smile, he could finally be free. 
Regulus, however, was still a reasonable boy. He knew not to fly too low, for then the waves would weigh down the feathers. He knew not to fly too high, lest the sun burns the wax off his wings. He would find the golden middle course, which was already very familiar to him after years of mediating in the Ancient and Noble House of Black. 
He also knew not to get distracted by other destinations, but to fly straight to Sirius. He knew he had to follow the path the magic paved for him; a dark purple string of stars. 
As the magic seized the way, Regulus did not doubt his plan any longer. He threw himself out of the window with the unfamiliar wings, and with the fear of falling and failing, his cheeks grew wet. His hands trembled, but he blamed the strong winds. Underneath the night sky, he felt the stars kiss his cheeks, until the sun greeted him again hours later. 
At first, Regulus felt like a young bird that jumped unknowingly from a high nest into the even more unknown skies. But with the magic guiding him, he soon flew like an experienced albatross, master of soaring flight.  
He did not only see the night sky turn into a colourful and hopeful morning, but he saw the lives of those familiar with the sea. At night he saw many glowing jellyfish along the shore, before the fishermen took over in the early morning. He saw how the large whales avoided the big ships moving towards the docks. He did not only see the fishermen, but they also saw him. They believed him to be a god with his graceful flying. 
Regulus, now more confident, deserted the path the magic had paved for him. Instead, he noticed another strong magic. Not purple and guiding, but sparkling and desperate. He was attracted to the desire to follow it, but the closer he flew, the more tired he became. However tired, the less distance there was, the more warmth his body received. The desire for that safe warmth spread from his fingertips to his heart. 
The vicinity of the source of this wonderful magic overwhelmed him. After hours of flying he once again felt his entire body tremble. After the long journey, he felt the wax chipping away, the feathers following also. Feather after feather fell, until it was only his bare arms and a little bit of magic holding him in the air. It did nothing to halt him, especially not after seeing his destination. He shouted their names, first in glee, but then in fear. Until the sea right before them all took their names from him. 
Both men startled into action. They found feather after feather in the waves, but not Regulus. Until one of them looked back to the shore, where a body lay protected by a purple mist made of stars. 
It was not his brother, but another man, who reached Regulus first. In the most gentle way possible, James took Regulus in his arms. The stars danced around them in approval before they dissapeared into the sea’s gentle waves. 
James felt immense relief as the boy breathed softly against the hand holding his cheek, and he felt his own tears brush over his cheeks. He felt his hands trembling before Sirius joined the embrace. Three of them shared tears of relief. 
As Regulus met James’ eyes it was not his body that took flight, but his heart and soul. Like the stars just moments before, it was as if they danced around them. 
Regulus had been a rational, reasonable boy, and had not flown too close to the sea nor the sun, but he knew that he had flown to his own sunlight. He flew like a moth to James. 
His soul, like his heart, felt like it was filled by sunlight. A soul that was born in the cold and rain, was now surrounded by the love of his brother and the burning flame called James Potter.
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forklesbian · 18 days ago
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"Four of the meanest bastards of the meanest streets of the meanest parts of the city. All immaculately turned out in pinstripes. We’ll call them the Suits. "
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lightthewaybackhome · 1 year ago
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The Siege, Parts 1-3 (S1: 19&20, S2: E1)
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I was trying to notice this time through when Sheppard starts seeming burdened, less ready to smile, more grizzled. I think in Letters from Pegasus when he has to sit there and listen to people be culled, and then makes his video for Sumner, the weight of what he's facing, what his people are facing, really settles down on his shoulders. He seems far grimmer in The Gift, and then here, he just ends Bob. Sheppard isn't messing around. He's no longer the jocular flyboy with smart remarks. He's a man defending and protecting his people, and he will do whatever it takes to make sure they're okay.
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Sheppard standing up for Elizabeth even at the risk of his own neck is great. I wonder, based on his past history, if he's ever had someone in charge that he could back up with so much trust? The trust they have in each other is gold. (I think this is why so many fans ship them. Their interactions showcase such a strong relationship because they trust each other and back each other and work together even if they don't agree, and they have the same goal: protect their home and their people.)
I love how Sheppard had the foresight to suggest they said a couple nukes. If only someone listened to him.
Sheppard is haunted, haunted, by the fact that he had to kill Sumner. The Colonel tells Sheppard he wishes he'd been there, implying that Sumner would be alive if he had been. He later tells Sheppard that he wishes Sheppard had been there for him, to end his life like he did Sumners. Sheppard is the man they want and need because he has the courage to do the hardest things.
And of course, the hardest thing is making the choice to sacrifice his life for his home and family. And the other hardest thing is Elizabeth telling him to go.
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S: Atlantis, this is Sheppard.
E: John?
S: What other Sheppards do you know?
*crying happy tears*
Rodney crumples with relief that Sheppard is okay. It's just perfect. And then Sheppard, from the Deadalus, has to stop Rodney from talking about Asgard tech. Lol.
Man, the gut-clench when Sheppard can't get through to Atlantis. Is home still there or not?
S: Well, I'm home.
E: *hugs him* Yes, you are.
😭😭😭
Sheppard's courage shines through as he suggests they take the fight to the Wraith.
S: I've learned to trust Rodney about these things.
🖤🖤🖤
Sheppard's plan A didn't work, but he has another plan. While the team works on that, he goes to help Ford. I think Ford is in a lose/lose situation because they don't have the know-how or the time to really help him, and he's not helping himself.
Sheppard trusts his team to carry out his plan so he can go after Ford. Everything works, but Sheppard looks like they lost.
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sl33py-g4m3r · 7 months ago
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The Megami Tensei II Experience
marsh video spam incoming~~
I genuinely hope that I haven’t posted these twice~~
not sorry~~~ love this guys essays
unrelated but I kinda regret cutting my hair as short as I did cause it was essentially Akira’s haircut, lol. Isn’t marsh’s avatar Akira from SMT If ?
retro megaten lets go~~~
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hiveswap · 2 months ago
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Can you believe it's been over a year and a month since i was this ill about them
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On Achilles, Partoclus, and cosmic phenomena
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librarycards · 28 days ago
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hello all, and welcome to my final quarterly book rec post of 2024! this quarter was a huge one for sff (and not only on the heels of my own novel's publication - obligatory Failure to Comply [ebook] mention here!) and an exciting one for catching up on both new books and old ones i hadn't yet gotten to.
i guess you could chalk the dominance of sff in this list up to a need for "escapism", though what unites all of the books on this list is a shared, sharp critique of the world that is, whether satirical or serious or both. i hope you also find something you love & are compelled by in this list, especially as a chaotic year comes to a close. if you want more recs, you can check both the above linked tag on my blog, and my substack, where I share monthly media recs!
without further ado, the books:
All Down Darkness Wide by Seán Hewitt
Model Home by Rivers Solomon
Lost Children Archive by Valeria Luiselli
Open Throat by Henry Hoke
The False Sister by Briar Ripley Page @flameswallower
The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi by Shannon Chakraborty
Amatka by Karin Tidbeck
Someone You Can Build a Nest In by John Wiswell
Inversion by Aric McBay
thanks, as always, for another year of enthusiasm for my book rec special interest, couldn't do it without you :333
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daffydalcop · 4 months ago
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Interview With The Vampire As Greek Mythology
Louis and Lestat as Odysseus and Penelope
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Marius and Armand as Zeus and Ganymede
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Louis and Claudia as Deadalus and Icarus
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Lestat and Claudia as Hera and Hephaestus
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kazperthegh0st · 3 months ago
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You know how Deadalus made himself a mechanical body? And Nico was one of the people that actually met him as Deadalus? Can you consider for a moment, a valdangelo AU where over time Leo just kinda replaces parts of himself with machinery over time? And Nico knows it will end tragically. Basically I want to traumatize Nico by analyzing similarities between two great inventors.
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alex-the-bard · 11 months ago
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heh heh heh, now you seem much more interesting than everyone I know,
Deadalus, is it?
Yeah. Why do you care?
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