#myth bursting

[sheshapespectrum]

The Science of Women's Bodies : Debunking Common Myths.

[restlesskeychains]

Love this headcannon lmao

[player-1]

Oh boy, I sure can't wait for Intervallo 7.5, where the bus goes on yet another wacky roadtrip while the gang goes to Hong Lu's home district and learn about his extremely complex family dynamic and the many many references to the original novel, it's multiple remakes, and/or the series adaptation.

The next Walpurgis is most likely the Safety Team with Netzach as the next Announcer; and the next LobCorp IDs might connect to Abnormalities of denial, blissful ignorance, or the constricting force of family (Queen of Hatred, Queen Bee, Void Dream).

Even if the Sinners adjust to the fact that one of their members is a Second Kindred Bloodfiend, everyone keeps eyeing Outis just in case she tries to kill Don mentally or physically. She's still salty about the "betrayal" of having a definite threat in their ranks and were possibly waiting to backstab them at any moment (...Did something happen with Eurylochus, Outis?).

And even if she's also adjusting to a modernish life without the fanatic belief in Fixers, Don Sancho Quixote the Second reads them the riot act on their multiple attempts to prove she's a "real vampire" and committing elder abuse: shining light in her eyes or putting her in direct sunlight, putting garlic in her food, Dead Butterfly's coffin and Hundred Sins cross mace in her face cause Christian symbol or possible vamp bed, chasing her with a water bottle or spray bottle, so much water, so much water...

[sapphoismymuse]

only the most serious annotations of my readings for class

[peyoso]

i keep getting Matt Damon and Matt Dillon so i see news on Christopher Nolan’s Odyssey and go "👀‼️" before i realize 😔

[shugthedug]

and here’s the cracked: I sent the Barthes wrestling essay to my partner to read before we watched all the mission impossibles before mi7 came out so that he would understand the role I think Tom Cruise The Movie Star has as their thematic and emotional centre. The escalation of physical stunts and their prominence in the MI movies and the leaning into the narrative of ‘the audience and me against the world’ is a change in Tom Cruises career that was intentional (if forced) and his method of filmmaking evolved to account for it. It has led to a type of performance that is incredibly self aware and effective (culminating at its most powerful, I think, in top gun maverick) where his presence is the signifier of an entire body of meaning and myth onscreen. His recent films have built themselves around this understanding and the audience is a part of this construction. We trust him to embody the characteristics of the myth we have built with him, the stunts hold emotional weight because we need him to do the impossible: he is the reconciling element of the spectacle as well as being the spectacle itself. At its most simple and reductive: there’s something of wile e. coyote in Ethan Hunt (you cannot believe how complimentary I mean that to be) and the movies work because they know this is implicit in our understanding of them and tom cruise never creates a discord by chafing against it. We access the deepest human experiences through actors because they make them manageable for us, and I think tom cruise performs this in a very classic sense that has been drifted from since the 70s - in that way he is the last true movie star. His recent performances certainly align themselves closer to silent film and the golden age of Hollywood, where constructing a ‘realistic’ character was less important than an audience being able to rely on an actor to fulfil the unspoken code of their presence. I love that he embraces this and works with it, because in doing that he’s building something separate and new, and he might be the only figure who can.

[pokimoko]

The House of Astarion - A Baldur's Gate Fic

Written by pokimoko

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: ~12K

Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Astarion & Karlach (Baldur's Gate), Astarion & Gale (Baldur's Gate), Astarion & Wyll (Baldur's Gate), Astarion & Gale & Karlach & Lae'zel & Shadowheart & Wyll (Baldur's Gate)

Characters: Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Karlach (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate), Wyll (Baldur's Gate), Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate), Lae'zel (Baldur's Gate), Cazador Szarr

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Inspired by Theseus and the Minotaur (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Alternate Universe - Ancient Greek Religion & Lore Fusion, (but only partially), Location: Faerûn (Dungeons & Dragons), Dungeons & Dragons Game Mechanics, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Canon-Typical Violence, Vampire Spawn Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Astarion Needs a Hug (Baldur's Gate), Karlach is the Best (Baldur's Gate), Gale as Player Character (Baldur's Gate), POV Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Astarion-centric (Baldur's Gate), Fluff and Angst, During Canon, Labyrinth - Freeform, Astarion & Karlach Friendship (Baldur's Gate), (in which they speedrun becoming besties via a 5v1 battle and a good chat), All the World's A Stage And I'm the Star (or: how to deal with being the monster of the story), Astarion living his best Rogue Subclass Arcane Trickster Life, Epiphets. So many Epiphets, Angst with a Happy Ending, TLDR: hey. so you know how the Minotaur's name is Asterion? yeah...yeah

Summary: Within a secluded valley alongside the River Chionthar, there is a great labyrinth, and within that great labyrinth there is an even greater monster. At least, that is what the stories say, and we all know how those are supposed to go, with heroes always coming to save the day. In stories like that, there is only one ending that exists for monsters.

But this is not that kind of story.

[nep2unee]

A fourteen thousand year old fairy tale

[honkygay]

inner child.

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Older Nico kneeling on one knee to talk to a younger version of himself in a yellow lit forest with tall trees. This is Nico’s inner child.

Older Nico has very curly dark brown hair tied up in a ponytail, Olive dark skin, brown eyes and lots of scars around his face and arms from battles with monsters and the wars. He is wearing a black shirt, black ripped jeans with two chains around the belt loops, a camp necklace with varying shades of black and purple with a red and a yellow bead sticking out. He is wearing three different bracelets on each wrists.

Younger Nico is significantly paler but still has an olive undertone, he has no scars but two purple band aids, one on his jaw and the other on his forearm. He has a large medical dressing on a skinned knee and bandaged wrapped around his ankle, its bloody but old. His hair is shorter and he’s wearing dark blue jean shorts and a black t shirt.

They are both wearing the same worn red converse.

Younger Nico scowls “What are you doing back here anyway? You never visit me.”

Older Nico smiles “Will told me it’d help. He was right. As usual.”

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Does anyone else think about Nico’s moments in the Heroes of Olympus books where he goes from his present self to that 10 year old boy that lost everything? remember when he bursts into tears whenever he yells? yeah. also let me know if the image desc is good enough! i used to do it but i never knew if it was good enough!! ^^

[x-v4mp3y3lin3r-x]

I agree that we should put a stop to Greek Mythology retellings but only because I want the Greek Mythology girlies to shut the fuck up. You're 26 from Utah, no one cares what you think the "real myth" is. We can all tell you had a Percy Jackson phase.

[othellho]

Concannon, C. W. (2014). “Not for an Olive Wreath, but Our Lives”: Gladiators, Athletes, and Early Christian Bodies. Journal of Biblical Literature, 133(1), 193–214. 

[bacon-neko]

Nano 2023 Day 19

The boys start hatching a plan

“Unless I tell Father what you’re planning,” said Hermes, gears turning, a plan forming.

Apollo froze, bright eyes hard and sharp. “You wouldn’t.”

Hermes shrugged. “I might. What’s stopping me?” The archer’s hand flexed and Hermes rolled his eyes, waving him off. “None of that. I’m looking for a deal, not a fight.”

The messenger floated in a circle around him, laid back, arms crossed beneath his head, while Apollo’s eyes trailed after him, appraising him with a thin frown. “What kind of deal?”

“One that gets us both what we want,” Hermes supplied. “Athena was gonna send the boy to Tartaros.”

Apollo’s brows shot up. “What?”

“On Father’s orders but still,” Hermes said. “I wanted to go against it, but Athena reasoned that he’d be bound to notice. I mean, his top general and head messenger trying to hide something he wants very dearly to get rid of? The odds weren’t exactly stacked in our favor.”

The realization dawned across Apollo’s face. “But Ares is different.”

Hermes grinned. “Bingo.”

“Father doesn’t want Ares around on the best of days,” Apollo said, excited now, waving his hands as he spoke. “There’s no way he’d notice he’s gone now. We’d just need to keep Father from noticing while we track the two of them down.”

“And between us, we’d have no trouble,” Hermes finished, delighted to be on the same page.

But then Apollo paused. “Us?”

Hermes clicked his tongue. “Well, that’s where the deal comes in: I want you on Olympus with me.”

“Why?”

“I want you help.”

“Wouldn’t that raise suspicions?” Apollo argued. “God of prophecy and all hanging around, making people wonder why I’m there?”

“More than you roaming across the countryside?” Hermes gestured to his everything. “You’re not exactly subtle.”

“I can be subtle,” he said, a mite defensive, chin upturned.

“You could be a distraction. Look, I can lie through my teeth all day, but Father is.” Hermes sighed and scrubbed his hands down his face. “He snapped at Athena yesterday. We’re on thin ice up there and I don’t wanna see what happens when it cracks. I’d feel better if you were there.”

[sillimancer]

this character design block I've been dealing with for the past few years is actually so annoying and I wish I could set it on fire

[brent-emery-pieczynski]

If You Accelerate a Human Body to Supersonic Speed, You Can Pass Through...

[veiledfox]

Echoes of the past~

"Echoes of the past" for one of my muses memories

"Have I told you about how I once met another Kitsune, Kyuushi?" The soft, warm, lively face of her Mother framed by long, soft, bright scarlet red hair. Beaming with a wide, loving smile as periwinkle eyes settle on her. Feeling her own lips curl in a bright smile just from the presence of the older Kitsune's expression alone, it was impossible not to smile whenever her Mother did.

A shake of the head, causing rosewood hair to swing in front of her eyes. The sight of which seems to prompt a small chuckle from the Woman, reaching over across the small table between them to move the hair aside behind an ear. Her touch warm, delicate, as if she were her greatest treasure, as it briefly cups her cheek after.

"Well, when I was much younger, a little shy of my first century, my Father and I came across another Kitsune while we were at the market one day. We were all in our Human forms, mind you, but similar to how you can notice another Mythos, there's just a unique... buzz of sorts you feel when you meet an unknown Kitsune."

Her hand, after brushing over her cheekbone with her thumb, finally pulls back. Lowering to the table top, alongside the bright eyes turning down, they return to work at writing up a letter. Brush being dragged gracefully across parchment, marking it with pitch black oil as the various characters are put down to piece together words.

"When my Father and I neared them, I was the first to react, in almost a childish way too. I immediately turned to look at them, a man of similar height to myself, deep brown hair with a hint of it's natural orange to it's color, soft green eyes. I felt a big ol' smile cross my face, and grabbed my Father's sleeve to tug on it to get his attention, and was practically bouncing on my heels even. The stranger was the next to notice, before finally my Father did, and invited the Man to join us for lunch.

Thankfully he agreed, and we found a small little tavern we'd been frequenting that was friendly to Mythos. We sat down, began talking, and quickly things were rather friendly. We learned his name was Chikao, he told us the tale of how his parents had chosen the name because of how aware of things he had been so soon after being born. Told of how he'd been spending his life living up to the meaning of his name, to honor his parents.

Chikao had been Traveling across all of Japan to meet all the different individual Mythos communities in the far reaches and most hidden nooks. He told stories of all kinds of Yokai he met across the land, of Draconic beings, of hidden cities of Elves and Dwarves. A small circle of Minotaurs and Fawns that lived on the northern coast, a village hidden away in a forest of Lycanthropes, and even of a couple that consisted of a Devil and Angel. I was utterly enthralled, and I could tell my Father was interested as well, even if he was better at hiding it."

The elder Kitsune finished writing the letter as she spoke, taking a pause once it was complete to set the brush aside and close the bottle of oil she had been using. Taking a breath, her hand comes to settle a few inches above the parchment as gentle wind begins to whistle from her palm. Utilizing a bit of magic to aid in the drying process to ensure she can send off the letter sooner.

"We were at the tavern with Chikao for hours, and by the time my Father decided it was time to get home, it was already an hour past sunset. Being the wise man he was, he made sure to ask if he was comfortable with sharing where he called home. Imagine our surprise when he told us he had a home within a cave on the other side of the mountain from us!"

Having leaned forward to emphasize the glee from such a revelation, her Mother leans back as she takes another breath. In the process gently testing the writing with her finger, giving a satisfied nod finding it dry. Hands gently beginning to roll up the letter and bind it as she starts to speak again.

"For a few months, we would meet up with Chikao rather frequently. Here, in his home, in town or at the tavern. He became a close friend to our family quite quickly, and being just a decade or two older than I was, we became fairly close ourselves. We would spend time exploring some cave systems together, he took me to visit the Lycanthrope village, he even introduced me to the Devil and Angel pair. It was one of the happiest times of my earlier life, getting to find, meet, and know so many other Mythos like us."

Another brief pause, this time gently moving the letter aside to begin drawing a small magic-circle with her finger atop the table. A line of softly glowing magic being left behind wherever her fingertip was moved across. It was a familiar circle, having seen it already a few times in the past decade and a half, meant to send a letter to a recipient elsewhere in the world.

"As we spent more and more time together..." her voice softening to a whisper as she leans closer "we even dated for a few weeks." The soft gasp the information earned was mimicked by the Mother, who giggled briefly while easing back to continue. "Though while things were certainly pleasant, we sadly found that we felt better merely as friends. Something we were still plenty satisfied with, of course, and it was a strong friendship for a few years."

With the circle complete, the soft glow brightens as the magic within it readies to send the provided letter. Watching as the Woman picks it up and holds it over the circle, eyes briefly meet with a small smirk in anticipation. Something that had become a regular occurance whenever she sent such messages, as the sending itself would always be a rather briliant display.

Being dropped into the circle, the very lines that made up the circuitry that dictated the purpose shoots up from the table top to catch it. Wrapping rappidly around the letter and spinning with it before, suddenly, the shape changes into the form of a Humming Bird. The hum of it's wings as it circles the room and weaves between the two Kitsune a few times before it suddenly dives at the table top, practically phasing into the wood itself to vanish off to the recipient.

"Though a time came where Chikao informed my Father and I that he was to set out across the ocean. To wander the rest of the world, both to meet all the other vast and wonderful Mythos species of our beautiful world, and for his safety. Apparently a small mercenary group had been hired by a Lord of a land nearby had been hired to watch him for a while, on suspicion that he was something Inhuman."

Her periwinkle eyes are focused on the table, where the magic Humming Bird had flown into it a moment earlier. Smile still present, though it was clear it was softened. A little sad, a little nostalgic, but still rather happy with the recollection of such past events. Taking a breath as her gaze lifts to meet her Daughter's again.

"We were sad to see him off, of course, but we thankfully kept in contact for a good century or so. Letters sent back and forth, via magic circle, updates here and there of how things were going on both sides. I even told Chikao of how I met your Father in one such letter, and the one I received in return was rather packed with joy and well wishes for our future together. Even received a letter a few months later that told of how he had met a Lycanthrope of an Avian nature, an Owl if I recall correctly.

Sadly the letters began to slow, becoming rarer and rarer, through the next decade afterward. None of them bore any ill tidings, thankfully, so I have confidence he's still alive somwhere in the world. Things simply just became busier and busier. An... unfortunate situation, losing contact. But as I said, I believe he's happy and healthy somewhere. Maybe one day you can even meet your uncle Chikao~"

Smile brightening again, hand reaching over to settle atop the head and ruffle hair a bit which earns laughter. Watching as her eyes close and she begins to laugh heartily as well herself.

[househrt]

I honestly think House could burst into the cafeteria frantically and march up to Wilson and say, out of breath, "don't ask questions, just kiss me" and then Wilson would go along with it, assuming there's some legitimate reason why that's happening

turns out it's just the only way House could think of to get Wilson to kiss him without doing that yuck "communication" myth