#mortuam

[ilbound]

@mortuam has requested a story : “ romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic, and recommended. ” - vero

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

❝ Hoh … ? ❞  Glance is spared over her shoulder , brief but b e m u s e d .  Gilt brows raise in wordless curiosity of what prompted the words ( & why ) , mercurial hues thinning , dancing with characteristic mirth only ever found in PROPER COMPANY .  She offers no acknowledgement beyond a s c o f f , her attention again turned upon the practiced motions and ease of pouring her guest a drink ( & what else but self-made gin ? always so eager to share her craft with good friends , damon is not to be neglected his share of owed indulgences ) .

Setting the ornate decanter aside , she plucks up the two glasses and turns back to the parlor , offering one glass to him , rather g e n t l y bestowing it into waiting hand with a b o w of head and subtle wink before retreating to a seat opposite him.  One long leg lifts , cocking over its mate.  She takes a swallow of the gin , its uncannily unorthodox BITTERSWEET flavor unfolding upon her palate and burning down her throat with a smooth richness.  ❝ Funny you say that , ❞ She says , telepathic tones lilted with a l a u g h , ❝ Because I distinctly recall you accusing me of being TOO narcissistic in one of our former conversations. ❞  Did you think she forgot about that , Damon ?  This woman remembers … EVERYTHING .  No matter how small the slight.  But she does not seem grudging , instead playful , instead lighthearted.  She lifts her glass to him , a mocking toast , ❝ Perhaps I ought learn such things from the best , hm ?  After all , we learn by example , and I know you would never steer me wrong. I wager you might be able to teach me a few things. ❞

[deathsfollow]

@mortuam gets a starter | DEATH

! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! " STOP " ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

deaths begging scream echoed around the clearing, whistling in the woods like the storm winds. she clenched at her mist, arms cramping from the strength that she held on to the darkness around her as she felt the deaths of thousands, the peace of hundreds escape from her lair and being torn into shreds in the other's hands. finally fully appearing on the mortal plane, she fell to her knees on the dirt, the mist still surrounding her, her bony features twisted into sorrow and grief.

it wasn't the first time she'd had a necromancer mess with the dead she herded through the underworld, but she was not this POWERFUL, no, not even close. it had been a mere few souls that were destroyed for that sorry woman's rituals, for her powers to control something she had no knowledge of outside the inherited books. she had never felt this kind of PAIN before, this kind of LOSS OF ESSENCE. the souls she guided on the rivers were what her godly purpose was in every lifetime, and they were a part of her.

she didn't know, nor care what he was trying to resurrect, but the strength that he was using up her souls to fuel his power, was too much. she NEEDED to intervene. she composed herself, the mist rising around her as she stood back up, cold, dead toes pressing into the dirt underneath. hollow eyes on bony features focus on the other, fists still clenched.

"—you must stop," her eyes closed while she looked around the worldly knowledge for the other's name, "—damon."

[sookiestackhcuse]

✞ ───── Send "❤" For my muse to kiss yours. | @mortuam

Delicate fingertips dragged along the length of his arm until stopping at his shoulder, drifting away only to reconnect at the sharp curve of his jawline. Sometimes she still found herself nervous around the necromancer, a flutter in her chest while she quietly anticipated her next move. There was something about him so alluring; she thought back to the essence of light inside of her, inside of every faerie, and how that light was attracted to darkness. What he was capable of, it was dark magic, wasn't it? Whether her feelings were brought on by this magnetic pull of nature or something else organic, she wasn't sure, and it wasn't stopping her from wanting him.

Inches of space between them shattered as she leaned in and kissed him. The warmth of his lips caused her cheeks to flush dark pink but she didn't care how flustered she looked, not now. She pulled away from him for a brief second, only to capture his lips again, stealing away one more kiss.

[hexsrealityarchived2]

@mortuam inquired: ❛ i did warn you not to trust me. ❜

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  ⤷ Accepting!!

“Yeah you did. Oh well, it was inevitably a high probability that your betrayal against me was imminent.” Wanda could only shrug, she kept her expression and her tone unemotional, she had hoped her indifference masked her rage. She would be lying, if she said that she didn’t view Damon as a close ally and even somewhat of a confidant, despite the immortal necromancer’s insistence on her to not trust him. It was proof to never trust any person who came from powerful occult clan.

[wildkitte]

Divine Creusa

Time to put speculation hats on, everyone! This one’s a bit of a stretch maybe but stay with me on this. This one’s also a bit Servius-heavy, I’m afraid, so let’s treat this as a case study of what was the popular interpretation in the 4th/5th century AD, and not as an absolute truth. Even if I am correct.

Creusa’s final appearance to Aeneas as a ghost is an impressive and touching scene. It is, however, notable that Aeneas does not meet Creusa in the Underworld later, and I do not think (or at least I hope) that Vergil didn’t simply forget her. So why isn’t she in the Underworld, she is dead, isn’t she?

Is she?

Well, yes, she is most certainly dead. But reading Servius’ commentary piqued my interest with a couple comments he made about her final appearance and prophecy.

So, Creusa’s prophecy is arguably the final push for Aeneas to leave Troy behind and start his journey towards Italy. This promised fate cannot happen, if Aeneas does not leave Creusa behind (as she promises him a kingdom and a royal wife – and he can’t have that wife if he already has one (let’s return to this in tomorrow’s post)). Creusa makes this very easy for him by disappearing into thin air, and he is unable to embrace her (Servius kind of heckles Aeneas for this: MANUS EFFUGIT IMAGO quasi imago, quae non tenetur. naturale enim est, ut non possit teneri; it is like an image, that cannot be held. It is natural, that he can’t hold it. Idiot. Serv. Aen. 2.793).

Vergil makes it clear that Creusa has moved on to the Great Mother’s care and has not become the slave of Greek matrons. She appears to Aeneas as a “in a form greater than known” (nota maior imago) – this kind of depiction of a person appearing as “larger than life” is often reserved for immortals (notably Venus herself appears to Aeneas this way). While it was a delight to try and translate imago, simulacrum and umbra with the limited vocabulary that my native language has for these, Servius turns our attention to the word simulacrum:

With the word simulacrum [Vergil] expresses apotheosis, as simulacra is for gods, umbrae is for the Underworld. (Serv. Aen. 2.772)

INFELIX SIMULACRUM per simulacrum autem apotheosin ostendit, quia simulacra deorum sunt, umbrae inferorum.

Maior imago also gets an explanation:

MAIOR IMAGO quia umbra maior est corpore. et per hoc mortuam vult ostendere, aut ex homine deam factam.

Because a shadow is larger than the body [of a mortal]. And through this [Vergil] wants to show that Creusa is dead, or that she’s been made from human into a god.

Vergil explicitly wants to associate Creusa with the divine through the use of simulacra. In addition, maior imago suggests immortality – that’s why she’s not in the Underworld: she never made it there.

Creusa’s prophecy is also treated with the same gravity as other divine signs. Book III starts with the Trojan refugees embarking on their journey with auguries agimur divum (3.5), the auguries of gods, and here Servius explains:

AUGURIIS AGIMUR DIVUM. pro ostentis, id est ex flamma quae tempora Ascanii pasta est, cursu stellae, Creusae admonitione, quae dixit <II 781> et terram Hesperiam venies.

Vergil uses the word augurium instead of ostentum (portent): it is the flame, which sparked from Ascaniu’s head, the way of the star, and Creusa’s reminder “and you will go to the land of Hesperia”. (Serv. Aen. 3.5)

Aeneas sails on the sea per auspiciis maioribus, under higher auspices – Servius explains maioribus thusly:

MAIORIBUS caelestibus propter sideris cursum, cuius fuit explanatio per Creusam.

Maioribus means caelestibus, heavenly, meaning the way of the star, which gets its explanation from Creusa. (Serv. Aen. 3.374)

Creusa’s prophecy is the same as the signs from heaven, the star that showed the way out of burning Troy, the flame on Ascanius’ brow. Her prophecy is divine and absolute, and so, thereby, is Creusa. She has become the servant of the divine Great Mother and with that she has been raised to the ranks of immortals.

(Servius does also point out that Aeneas fails to listen to Creusa’s prophecy… she pretty clearly says that he’s supposed to go to Italy, but they go to Thrace instead. And then Crete. And then a bunch of other places. Aeneas is kind of a dummy sometimes and this WILL bite him in the ass later.)

(Also, I can’t find the post rn but hey the person who speculated that the Creusa in the final scene isn’t her at all but Venus instead? You might be onto something and you’re responsible for this chapter in my thesis so thank you)

I planned to post my final Creusa post today but it requires some reading before I start spouting my speculative bullshit – this was the part I had to leave out of my thesis (because boo philology (I’m kidding philology I love you))… BUT tomorrow, we talk about Creusa’s meaning and symbolism, and I get to peer review the fun tags you’ve left for me in the previous posts :3c

[chaoticjoke]

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[historylived]

@mortuam spoke : ❝ being alive is exhausting ❞

( ⏳ ) ❝ Is   that   what   you   think,   mate? ❞      he   gives   the   man   a   good   look,   from   his   posh   clothes   to   his   piercing   blue   eyes.   There's   a   story   in   that   phrase,   one   that   Hob   is   intrigued   by. He offers him a drink.      �� Tell   me...   what   makes   it   so   exhausting? ❞

HEAVY HEARTED STARTERS ( accepting )

[korinthiakos]

ONE-LINER STARTER CALL. ( ACCEPTING !! )

"You're an interesting one, ain't you? You feel different."

@mortuam

[aquariusvibes-arch]

@mortuam    ♡

        "Come  on  -  you  can't  be  all  fire  and  like,  brimstone.  Play  with  me!"

[sookiestackhcuse]

👻୧‿︵‿︵ Send me 🚿 to join my muse in the shower or 🛁 to join them in the bathtub. Please specify muse if interacting with a multi muse. | bathtub for @mortuam

❝ You don't know how badly I want a clawfoot bathtub in my own bathroom. I think I could die happy like this. ❞ With a sigh of content, she comfortably leaned back against the ceramic tub, sinking further into the hot water. A white blanket of bubbles foamed and crackled atop the water, gently sloshing against them with every subtle movement. ❝ Maybe if I have a grand laying around somewhere I can invest in one. ❞ Sookie turned her head to the side, tips of her blonde hair dipping into the water as she gazed over at Damon. ❝ I don't mind the company much either. ❞

[latinare]

Sunt qui latinam linguam mortuam esse dicant. Dico autem eam somniculum longum perfrui.

[savagecuhnt]

@mortuam liked for a starter

   black heels click against marble flooring as she makes her way into the dimly lit restaurant. Cellphone screen glows in hand as she makes her way to the bar. Glacial orbs narrow, studying the few that sit alone. she makes her way to one, wine painted lips pulling up at their corners, “are you necronomnomnom666?” she says it with such a straight face, yet she fights the urge to laugh at the username she just spoke aloud. She hopes to whatever god is listening that this was the man she was here to see, for the embarrassment to have to repeat that name was enough to just turn on her heels and leave. “If you’re not, I’m so sorry you had to hear me ask that, I swear I’m not that much of a weirdo.”

[informis-the-many-faced]

Non problema est, magnum est videre aliquem linguam meam discentem… 'Latinam linguam mortuam esse', plerique dicunt. 'Nihil habet usus…'

“Shop is open”

1 - Green Eye - 5 currency

2 - enchantment stripper - 17 currency

3 - helm of savann - 46 currency

4 - frying pan - 14 currency

5 - Sock shell - 50 currency

6 - Palm gauntlet - 20 currency

7 - heart - 5 currency

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"Wizard Essentials"

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Staff - Cain - 10 currency

Orb - ritual - 10 currency

Robes - red/blue - 1 currency per robe

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"Consumables"

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1 - Mana potion - 10 currency

2 - violet vial - 5 currency

3 - skin of dragon mana - 20 currency

4 - healing tablet - 10 currency

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"Salt"

@bi-gender-sorcerer @damnable-druid @the-mighty-dalob @the-moth-wizard-of-mayhem @goblin-wizard-in-the-making @regina-the-sorceress @profeshinul-wizurd

[bloodused]

eyes  widened  when  tatia  heard  familair  footsteps  approaching.  could  it  be?  no  it  was  not  possible.            tatia  moved  herself  into  the  shadows,  shielding  herself  from  what  might  be  danger.  if  it  was  him  she  knew  she  wouldn’t  be  in  danger,  but  what  if  it  wasn’t  him?  a  deep  sigh  almost  escaped  her  lips,  so  she  quickly  moved  her  hand  up  her  face  and  placed  it  over  her  mouth.                        the  air  filled  a  familair  scent,  and  that  was  the  moment  she  knew.  tatia  moved  out  of  the  shadows,  wanting  to  see  it  with  her  own  eyes.                      ‘’  damon.  ‘’  it  was  a  whisper,  because  to  be  honest,  tatia  couldn’t  believe  it  was  him.

@mortuam​   → starter

[rulestill-arch]

@mortuam​​     asked     :  “ You’re overreacting, as usual. ”

     a  surprisingly  felt  laughter  coming  from  the  hybrid ,  the  BIG  BAD  wasn’t  without  friends  even  if  only  a  few  of  them  scattered  around .  “  you’ve  known  me  long  enough  to  know  i  don’t  OVERREACT ,  damon  --  however  i  do  very  much  like  to  be  one  step  ahead  always .  ”

[rgerzaa]

it   did   .   but   steve   wasn’t   going   to   blur   it   out   like   that   .   not   when   feelings   were   involved   already   .   ON   HIS   SIDE   AT   LEAST   .   he   wasn’t   so   sure   about   damon   .   wasn’t   sure   he   could   feel   anything   at   all   which   ,   in   itself   ,   felt   like   he   was   wronging   the   other   man   .   “   hm   ...   “   captain   offers   a   gentle   smile   .   delicately   dancing   around   the   obvious   .   “   i   didn’t   expect   that   kiss   if   that   is   what   you   mean   .   does   it   feel   random   to   you   ?   “   and   he   hates   that   ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ’ˢ   ˢᵒ   ᵐᵘᶜʰ   ʰᵒᵖᵉ   ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ   in   his   tone   .   silently   begging   the   other   man   for   a   sign   .   one   he’d   been   denied   since   these   situations   kept   occurring   .

@mortuam​   sent:   “   does   any   of   this   feel   random   to   you   ?   “