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flowersforfrancis · 10 months
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greekgodssitcom · 1 year
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Helios: Hey just taking my car in for a cleaning, some bird smacked my windscreen
Icarus:
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mavreos · 16 days
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I think we should reincorporate the Classical legacy back into Lucifer
I agree very much to see Lucifer in his dark aspect, but we shouldn't forget where he was before falling, nor how his VERY cult was born. He follows the tradition of the Venusian motif, he's not only a being of Death and Dark, he's a being of Light and beauty. And remember what beauty is in ancient Greece, what is Beautiful is Right, he's of the highest morality and of the highest beauty, a being coming from the rebirth of the day after night, from Eos, a phoenix. And as that, he can't not be hope for the good and defense of the weak, he's not elitist, his high place in the firmament serves as a beacon, as the pole star for the lost and wicked, the protector for the outcasts.
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°•○ICARUS IN LOVE○•°
I loved you as
Icarus loved
The sun-
Too close
Too much...
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°•°•Icarus Academia°•°•
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Maybe...
Maybe Icarus wanted to fall. Maybe he wanted to graze Apollo's light and Poseiden's deepest sand. Maybe Icarus smiled when he felt Apollo burn his wings. Maybe Icarus laughed when he felt the wind whipped through his broken wings and the salty sea cooled the scorching wax. Maybe Icarus wanted to be free, to leave the steel cage. Maybe he was a young boy high on delight and fear, maniacal laughter leaving his lips. For who could say they had touched the edge of Apollo's garments and seen the bottom of Poseiden's palace...
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inmy-blueperiod · 1 year
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“If you are Apollo, the light of my world, then I am Icarus—he who tries to reach you and watches as you laugh while I fail. I am he who loves and longs to be with you, but you are the untouchable sun and I am the boy who fell too far and too fast.”
from my notes. jan 23, ‘23
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riverchetype · 1 year
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I did two pieces for the Greek Mythology zine that I was a part of (Ancient Stories). The first was in collaboration with OnceABlueMoon on ao3, for the story Odysseus: Oικογένεια. The second was a depiction of Daedalus and Icarus.
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random-but-cottage · 1 year
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I want to be like Icarus. Not because I want to fly so close to the sun, the wax scorching my skin tastes like victory; nor because the relief of salt on fresh wounds would give me a startling realization of how delusional I had been to think I would ever see the heavens as a mortal; to imagine the saccharine taste of fire on my lips. I want to be like Icarus because of his ambition. His father had warned him of the dangers, yet Icarus still flew higher and higher. Icarus allowed his ambition-clogged mind to be his downfall for even a glimpse of what the sun felt on his fingertips. And isn't it better to have so much ambition that it kills you or none at all?
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endericarus · 1 year
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Isn’t it beautiful that we’ve been writing about Icarus for centuries? One boy who died faster than he lived. Who tasted more sun than fresh air. (He burned for more than he breathed). The tragedy of one boy who died by Apollo’s breath, not unlike Achilles. How could that boy have died on accident? He laughed as he fell right? Or maybe that is just a happier fantasy we tell. An improved idea over the bitter truth. A boy who died so quick must have laughed as he fell, or else he was just a boy. Just a boy who wanted to fly. Just a boy who could do nothing but fall. Why would this boy want to die? For freedom? To spite the gods? To spite his father? Because he was naïve? Maybe we like to believe he wanted to die. To save us from the pain of what it means if the sun was really just a hubris. Just as Apollo watched Achilles be struck in the heel, but could only watch, if just to keep omnipotence. Maybe Icarus did laugh was he fell. Maybe Icarus is just as mortal as we fear ourselves to be
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sweetlylemonade · 1 year
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This makes me so sad, it reminds me of the song of Achilles also
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assassin1513 · 2 years
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⚜️Icarus ⚜️
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flowersforfrancis · 10 months
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Depictions of Icarus and Daedalus.
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java-lava · 1 year
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Really feeling like Icarus rn.
Honestly, I’d probably fly into the sun just to see Apollo too….
Even if for only a moment before the world crashes and burns before me…..
At least then, I’d fall with the memories of his face….
At least then, I’d die with the sun shining on me one final time…..
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The Story of Icarus
The Burning Price of Freedom
When I was born,
Freedom was not something I tasted.
Infact, I envied
All that let it go wasted.
I never grew up,
Running from chores;
No.
I ran from roars.
A man half bull.
A beast left starved.
The three of us trapped,
In the maze my father carved.
I was never smart.
I left that to my father.
I only helped,
when he started to stagger.
Sometimes I’d look,
into the sky,
And I’d wonder,
Why?
Why did I have to live this punishment?
Why did I have to die down here?
Why did I have to be a part of such a cruel world?
And then we decided,
We would leave.
And when we did,
We would be freed.
So my father thought,
and he schemed.
And some days we worked so hard,
That we couldn’t hear the screams,
Of the fourteen tributes.
Seven woman, seven men,
Who were brought from Athens,
To their end.
And then,
We started to plan.
We would build wings,
To hold a man.
One whole year,
We worked and we welded,
Until we had golden wings,
That with wax they melded,
Fast to our backs.
‘Not too high or too low’,
Father warned.
‘For you’ll plummet below’
‘Of course father,
I know’.
But when we took flight,
I was not prepared,
For the freedom,
That I felt flared.
I was soaring
in the very sky,
That i used to
look up to and cry.
Father had this feeling,
Bound tight.
For unlike me,
He once knew the feeling of flight.
So I laughed,
and I sung,
As I flew higher,
Towards the sun.
“Icarus no!”
My father tried,
But his voice was lost,
By the wind and the ride.
So I flew higher,
For I've never felt more free.
It was enough to get drunk,
Enough to not see.
But I didn’t care,
I wanted to touch my sun.
Feel his embrace,
Where I had none.
Alas,
I never got there,
My wax melted,
And then started to tear.
And so I fell,
But it wasn’t sad,
I wanted freedom,
That’s not so bad.
And as the sea took me,
Into it’s icy embrace,
I smiled where no one,
Could ever give chase.
And so I smiled at Charon,
And handed him my gold,
And i went through Hades’ gates,
To a future untold.
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Why does the most depressing stories in Greek mythology always have to be painfully similar to our marauders fics? Like dear authors I see what you are doing here and it’s breaking my goddamned heart🥲🥲
I know that the sunshine-boy-and-dark-mysterious-boy-trope is very common but the way so much sad art/songs/myths reminds me of Jegulus is so painful. Icarus and the sun? I am convinced that it is about Regulus and James and I will not hear anything else😤
Istg James would absolutely do everything to save Regulus if he could, but fate won’t allow it. I AM NOT OKAY 💔💔💔
(Side note: as jegulus alternative ship name is sunseeker, I think all this is very fitting)
The fic: If The Sun Caught Icarus by dantesstarsxxxii is only confirming my theory and it’s bloody amazing so I highly recommend it.
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aphroditehearmyprayer · 10 months
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The fall of Icarus
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Loras: " does divinity and the ascention thereupon cause you some disdain, keeper?"
Patia: "It just feels like such a hollow title. Especially compared to the wonders and powers that we posess as mere mortals"
Oh my greek gods of pettiness!
I am loving how Marisha is playing Patia! She is the embodiment of hubris and arrogance! She is the grand daughter of, and heiress to the legacy of He who tore a city from the ground and lifted it into the sky!
Yes please!
I am absolute trash for this flavor of greek tragedy! Patia, honey you are girl bossing too close to the sun! You are flying headlong into the quite literal downfall of your entire civilization! Honey nooooooo!
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