anubis; the egyptian god of mummification and the afterlife. depicted as a jackal-headed protector of graves and an embalmer, he also had a role as lord of the underworld until he was replaced by osiris during the middle kingdom. despite being one of the most frequently mentioned gods, he played almost no role in egyptian myths, but is most known for attending the scales during ‘the weighing of the heart’ in which he weighed a person’s heart against ma’at, or truth (who was often represented by a feather). hearts heavier than this feather were devoured, and souls whose hearts were lighter could continue on into the next world.
the word ‘anubis’ itself is actually a greek rendering of the god’s egyptian name. his name in hieroglyphs was composed of the sound ‘inpw’, which was vocalized as ‘anapa’.
sparks and smoke rise
your freckles connecting
like constellations in the sky
dancing in the shadows
veils and armor fall
beneath the sheet of darkness
we dance in the starlight
lovers of the night
♕ H A D E S T O W N » doubt comes in
doubt comes in with tricky fingers; doubt comes in with fickle tongues; doubt comes in, and my heart falters and forgets the songs it’s sung. where are you? where are you now?
H A D E S T O W N // Inspirations (x) - Doubt Comes In
“‘Cause the darkest of the darkest night comes right before the dawn…”
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“ Greek mythology meme: [2/4] pairings
↳ Clytemnestra and Aegisthus
“ After her husband Agamemnon embarked on the journey to retrieve his brother’s wife (and his own wife’s twin sister) from Troy, Clytemnestra became involved with...](https://64.media.tumblr.com/43e12d2460b6bfd319ec41f2af1547a2/tumblr_nd6wjuKLy71qiko42o1_400.png)
Greek mythology meme: [2/4] pairings
↳ Clytemnestra and Aegisthus
After her husband Agamemnon embarked on the journey to retrieve his brother’s wife (and his own wife’s twin sister) from Troy, Clytemnestra became involved with Aegisthus, the son of Thyestes and cousin of Agamemnon. When Agamemnon returned ten years later, the lovers decided to murder him. After Agamemnon’s death Aegisthus assumed the throne and ruled with Clytemnestra for seven years before they were both killed by Orestes.
The two of you stand side by side, all bony elbows and quiet breathing, and wait.
‘It’s not like I’ve never seen a sunrise before,’ he says and drops his cigarette, grinds it into the pavement with the heel of his boot. He has burn scars on his hands and face; the sharp angles of his cheeks are framed by tangled dark hair. The leather jacket he’s wearing is old and smells of gasoline, the bright golden wings stitched on the back glowing orange in the sparse morning light. You know this without looking, you would know this without opening your eyes, you would still know this if you didn’t know anything else.
‘Right, because seeing the Sun actually rise is so important to you today, isn’t it?’ you say and he glares at the ground, his eyes a rusty brown as if his irises are already preparing for the heat to come. You knew it was cruel the moment the words left your mouth, you knew you couldn’t help it, you knew you never can.
‘You know it is, you know it always is,’ he mutters and lights another smoke. You briefly wonder if his lost humanity has anything to do with his crankiness. You briefly wonder why he’s always angry at night, ripping through what’s left of his life with a vicious intent, unsure and hollow and taking it out on those who get in his way. You briefly wonder why he searches for you every night. You briefly wonder why he searches for you at all if it’s only to lose you again once he’s found you. You briefly wonder why you let that happen, time and time again. There has to be something you can do, right?
For him there’s only you, there’s only for a night, there’s only the burning heat of the Sun in the morning and the tears on his face as you burn, and there’s nothing else, there never has been, there never will be.
‘I try not to look at it, you know. I turn my head away for as long as I can because looking is too much sometimes, isn’t it?’ he tells you and you ignore the memories that come to mind, ignore the echoes in his voice, ignore the pain in his words. You know he’s trying to tell you something.
He means both of your Falls, of course he does, what else could it be? There is nothing else, there never was, there never will be. You don’t allow yourself the luxury of thinking there might be.
Granted, both of your Falls happened years and years, possibly centuries, maybe even millennia ago, and you’ve both moved on from your respective personal disasters as best as you could – as best as you were allowed – but that doesn’t mean the old burns don’t hurt still. You’ve both got scars to prove just how much they do, after all.
You don’t say anything and so he throws away the still-burning cigarette, and so he throws away caution, and so he throws away everything, and so he reaches for your hand, and so the Sun Chariot crawls over the horizon like it’s hungover, all slow and drowsy and barely shining at all, barely aware of the pain it’s about to cause.
He refuses to look at you, and you can tell he’s savouring the feeling of you, the feeling of the both of you together, the feeling of the few moments you have left with him before the inevitable. His grip on your hand tightens and you squeeze back, trying to pretend that the sunrise isn’t the end of things, trying to pretend that you won’t burn the moment the sun-rays caress your skin, trying to pretend that there isn’t a good chance he’ll never find you again. Predictably, it’s not working but it doesn’t matter, not in the light of what’s about to happen. ‘Brace yourself,’ you warn. And then, perhaps as an afterthought: ‘You should let go of me.’
‘You know I never do,’ he says and – finally – looks at you. His eyes shine with tears not yet shed and he’s smiling; a smile that reeks of hurt but it doesn’t matter because he’s looking at you like you’re the only light he needs, like you’re all he ever wanted and worth all the burn wounds in the world.
He presses his lips to yours.
The Sun rises.
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“ Greek mythology meme: [½] families
↳ The House of Atreus
“ The story of the House of Atreus begins with Tantalus. He was a demigod, the son of Zeus, beloved by the gods. He was often invited to dine with the gods on ambrosia and nectar,...](https://64.media.tumblr.com/7fa2cd2caee6feb7f2d3c318d28b682b/tumblr_nf5b2fUBl91qiko42o1_r1_400.png)
Greek mythology meme: [½] families
↳ The House of Atreus
The story of the House of Atreus begins with Tantalus. He was a demigod, the son of Zeus, beloved by the gods. He was often invited to dine with the gods on ambrosia and nectar, and one of his crimes was to offer those divine foods to his mortal friends. His severest crime, however, was that he killed his son Pelops and tried to serve his flesh to the gods at a banquet. The gods, of course, immediately realized what Tantalus had done, and sentenced him to an eternity in Tartarus, to stand famished and thirsty in a pool that disappeared each time he bent down to drink and a bough of fruits that he couldn’t ever reach.
Tantalus’s daughter Niobe had six sons and six daughters, each more beautiful than the last. In her pride she dared to insinuate that she was better than Leto, the mother of Artemis and Apollon, who only had two children. As revenge, the divine twins hunted her children down and slaughtered them all; Niobe herself was transformed into a weeping statue by Zeus.
Tantalus’s son Pelops was revived by the gods and soon married Hippodamia. Pelops went on to conquer the area which is today known as the Peloponnesus. Although the marriage wasn’t unhappy, Hippodamia became worried her own children would lose the throne as Pelops’s favourite was a bastard Chrysippus. Hippodamia murdered the boy and her sons Atreus and Thyestes fled to Mycenae. Thyestes seduced Atreus’s wife Aerope and she had a son by him, as well as two sons named Agamemnon and Menelaus by her husband. When Atreus found out about Thyestes’s betrayal, he butchered and served Thyestes’s own sons as a meal at a banquet in his brother’s honor. When Thyestes realized what he had eaten, he laid a curse upon Atreus and his lineage before fleeing.
He went to the oracle of Delphi to ask for guidance, and the oracle told him he had to sire a child with his daughter Pelopia. Thyestes raped his own daughter, but left his sword behind. Having disposed of his wife Aerope, Atreus was looking for a new wife and found Pelopia. When she gave birth to a son, Atreus thought it was his own and named the child Aegisthus.
After years of seeking for Thyestes, Atreus sent his now-grown sons Agamemnon and Menelaus to Delphi, where they happened upon Thyestes, who was consulting the oracle about what he should do next to execute his revenge. The brothers brought their uncle in front of their father. However, Thyestes recognized Aegisthus’s sword as his own and told the boy to bring his mother to Thyestes’s cell. When Pelopia arrived, Thyestes revealed himself as the father of her child, as well as her own, and Pelopia threw herself upon his sword. Aegisthus realized then that his true father was Thyestes, and in an effort to please his father, he slew Atreus. Agamemnon and Menelaus fled from Mycenae.
During their stay in Sparta, Agamemnon killed his cousin and married his wife Clytemnestra, while Menelaus wedded her twin sister Helen in order to assume the throne. Clytemnestra was less than pleased with her husband as he had murdered her first husband and sacrificed their daughter Iphigenia to the gods, so when Agamemnon went on the war quest for Troy in an effort to reclaim Menelaus’s wife from the Trojan prince Paris, Clytemnestra took Aegisthus as her lover. When Agamemnon returned, he brought his foreign mistress Cassandra with him, and with the help of Aegisthus, Clytemnestra killed them both. Aegisthus and Clytemnestra claimed Agamemnon’s throne as their own. However, two children of Agamemnon’s survived: Orestes and Electra.
Electra was permitted to live in the palace, where she was treated badly by her mother and step-father. Orestes was sent to live in Crisa, where he made friends with Pylades. After eight years he returned to his birth-home with Pylades to avenge his father’s murder. With the aid of his sister Electra, Orestes killed Clytemnestra and Aegisthus. After the deed was done, Orestes himself was cursed by the Erinnyes who tormented him day and night. After a year of exile, he pled for mercy from the gods. Apollon and Artemis sided with him, as did Athena. Orestes was tasked to retrieve a statue of Artemis from the Taurians, a people notorious for their habit of sacrificing Greeks in the name of Artemis. He succeeded in this task, and thus placated the anger of the Erinnyes, bringing an end to the curse upon the House of Atreus.
Mythological creatures around the world | FeyfolkDryads come from Greek mythology and are female tree spirits. They are generally very shy and hard to catch a glimpse of as they hide deep in their forests. The dryads are tied to their trees; they will become injured when the tree is injured, and they die when the tree dies. For this reason, the Gods punish any human who harms or cuts down trees without first propitiating the dryads.
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The goddess was enraged. Someone had attacked one of her own, and she could not bear such an idea, so she raced to the sea, Apollo close behind. When they reached the shore, Apollo pointed in the distance at a tiny speck upon the water. “That is him,” he said, though in truth the head he pointed to was Artemis’ beloved Orion.