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Tragedies of the Labyrinth
Icarus & the Minotaur
#minotaur#asterion#icarus#graphic design#labyrinth#mythology#the minotaur#greek mythology#illustation#adobe illustrator
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So there was a french animated film about the friendship between Icarus and the Minotaur last year and I was supposed to hear about it on the bird app?
I mean it’s literally not streaming anywhere yet nor does it have a home media release at this time but I would like to get hyped in hopes of one of those things happening eventually.
It has a good style! I would like to see the tragedy!
#icarus#the minotaur#minotaur#asterion#king minos#french film#movie#icare#theseus#ariane#the reviews are fairly mid and i do not care#let. them. be. friends.#greek mythology#if they're both doomed by the narrative then let them serve their time together
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okay but percy calling the minotaur 'ground beef' is so diabolical. because imagine being the well-known. undefeatable. half-bull half-man. seven foot tall monster. prancing around in your fanciest fruit of the loom tighty whities. and this twelve year old. with no objective experience in swordfighting. whose mom you just violently squished to death. calls you a feast for carnivores. the important part of a taco. the beef of the wellington. i would have gave up.
#you guys don't understand how hard i'm laughing rn#like it seemed such an embarassing thing to call a monster#and tell tale sign that your inexlerienced#but it's actually the most diabolical insult known to man#im fucking crying#like 💀💀💀#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo text post#pjo#percy jackson#the minotaur#percy is the funniest fucker alive#i fucking cant#lmao
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“i fear what i am”
Little drawing i did because i love the Minotaur based on my all time favorite album (it’s my favorite myth)
#my art#fanart#sketch#art#character design#drawing#animation#illustration#the Minotaur#Theseus and the Minotaur#Greek mythology
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CLASSICSTOBER DAY 3- ASTERION
Warning for light nudity
You know, this vase painting didn’t need to BREAK MY HEART the way it did.
Mmhhh little baby bull and his mama
#myart#my art#greek mythology#minoan#asterion#the minotaur#minotaur#classicstober#classicstober23#pasiphae#traditional drawing#cw nudity#cw light nudity
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the one thing that pisses me off about House of Leaves is that that play where the Minotaur is actually a disabled and disfigured son locked up in the labyrinth, as sweet and intelligent as he is despairing, focusing on King Minos slowly realizing his son has never been the problem and that this child he scorned as a beast is the most human a being can be, and just as he was on the verge of figuring out how to undo his own lies and bring his son into the sunlight, he doomed his son to death at the hands of a drunken thug proclaiming to look for glory, isn't real. it's not a real play! wha tthe fuck!!!!
#house of leaves#things i've read#the minotaur#fuck all these '''modern greek retellings''' if i dont see a 'the minotaur is a metaphor for the able-bodied ostracizing and demonizing#'the disabled because making them into social pariahs and outcasts is easier than trying to give them the dignity of a human being' take#im going to eat something
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ClassicsTober Day 3: Asterion,
And ClassicsTober Day 4: Lycaon!
I missed these two because I was/am drowning in schoolwork :') hopefully I'll get day 5 out today as well
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Listen, sometimes you start crying over Ariadne and the Minotaur and then have to write a short thing from Ariadne's perspective to convey just how much she loved her brother.
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I will send this disgusting thing somewhere where I will never have to see or think about such a repugnant vestige ever. again.
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“You abandoned me, sister. Where were you when father king Minos cast me into this prison? Where were you all these years while I pleaded for freedom, forced to eat human flesh to survive?”
“I never forgot you, Asterion. You’ll walk free tonight. We both will.”
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A.k.a doodle of a Greek mythology AU where Ariadne saves the minotaur and they have a wholesome sibling bond🥹
(Commission list)
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(Do not repost my artwork on any other platform, with or without credit. I DO NOT give my consent to do so and I will find it☺️)
#hades#theseus#theseus and the minotaur#greek mythology#greek gods#greek legend#the minotaur#minotaur#king minos#ariadne#asterion#asterius
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yk what i find attractive? the minotaur. yep, that half man/half bull guy from greek mythology 🙏
just thinking about grabbing his horns and using them as handlebars whenever you fuck his mouth, hearing him gargle around your thick length or even when you're balls deep into his hole, your cum leaking out of his pretty puffy hole! feeling both amused and in awe that such a great and infamous beast is pliant underneath you, his heavy cock uselessly hanging between his legs. :333
#mr. o'whora's works !#kinda#minotaur x male reader#minotaur x human#minotaur x reader#the minotaur#the minotaur x male reader#greek mythology x male reader#:3
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Jason being buddies with the minotaur because he knows what it's like to be an animal trapped in a human(ish) form with vicious desires that human people will never understand or relate to, and he understands what it's like to be cursed to a fate you never asked for by a god because your father fucked up
Nico being buddies with the minotaur because he sees the humanity still inside him, hidden behind the insatiable hunger and pain but still so present and obvious in the confines of his battered soul, clinging desperately to the thin and shredded remnants of his human side, and because Nico understands what it's like to be judged by first glance for something you can't help but be
Hazel being buddies with the minotaur because she trusts Nico, and besides she's never really been afraid of monsters and there's a kindness in him, a silent desperation, something solemn and pained she can see in his black quiet eyes
Percy glaring at all three of them from across the table because this is the biggest betrayal they've ever committed against him, and he will never forgive them for this (he's already forgiven Nico because he's incapable of not immediately caving to Nico, Hazel is almost there because she's previous, and Jason is a steady forgiveness in progress because ew, Jason, but also, ew, Jason, you know?)
Thalia not being present because part of her job is literally "hunt monsters" and so she was not invited (but her disapproval is extremely evident anyway, despite her absence)
#hazel levesque#nico di angelo#percy jackson#jason grace#thalia grace#happy talks pjo#the minotaur#feral!jason#its not explicitly meant to be feral jason but it does fit him and ive written about feral jason hanging out the bull man so 👍#wolf!jason
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"At the risk of stating the obvious, no woman can mate with a bull and produce a child. Recognizing this simple scientific fact, I am led to a somewhat interesting suspicion: King Minos did not build the labyrinth to imprison a monster but to conceal a deformed child, his child.
While the Minotaur has often been depicted as a creature with the body of a bull but the torso of a man, centaur-like, the myth describes the minotaur as simply having the head of a bull and the body of a man, or in other words, a man with a deformed face. I believe pride would not allow Minos to accept that the heir to the throne had a horrendous appearance.
Consequently, he dissolved the right of ascension by publicly accusing his wife Pasiphae of fornicating with a male bovine.
Having enough conscience to keep from murdering his own flesh and blood, Minos had a labyrinth constructed, complicated enough to keep his son from ever escaping but without bars to suggest a prison. (It is interesting to note how the myth states most of the Athenian youth "fed" to the Minotaur actually starved to death in the Labyrinth, thus indicating their deaths had more to do with the complexity of the maze and less to do with the presumed ferocity of the Minotaur.)
I am convinced Minos' maze really serves as a trope for repression. My published thoughts on this subject (see "Birth Defects in Knossos"Sonny Won't Wait Flyer, Santa Cruz, 1968) inspired the playwright Taggert Chielitz to author a play called *The Minotaur* for The Seattle Repertory Company. As only eight people, including the doorman, got a chance to see the production, I produce here a brief summary:
Chielitz begins his play with Minos entering the labyrinth late one evening to speak to his son. As it turns out, the Minotaur is a gentle and misunderstood creature, while the so-called Athenian youth are convicted criminals who were already sentenced to death back in Greece. Usually King Minos has them secretly executed and then publicly claims their deaths were caused by the terrifying Minotaur thus ensuring that the residents of Knossos will never get too close to the labyrinth. Unfortunately this time, one of the criminals had escaped into the maze, encountered Mint (as Chielitz refers to the Minotaur) and nearly murdered him. Had Minos himself not rushed in and killed the criminal, his son would have perished. Suffice it to say Minos is furious. He has caught himself caring for his son and the resulting guilt and sorrow ineeses him to no end. As the play progresses, the King slowly sees past his son's deformities, eventually discovering an elegiae spirit, an artistie sentiment and most importantly a visionary understanding of the world. Soon a deep paternal love grows in the King's heart and he begins to conceive of a way to reintroduce the Minotaur back into society. Sadly, the stories the King has spread throughout the world concerning this terrifying beast prove the seeds of tragedy. Soon enough, a bruiser named Theseus arrives (Chielitz describes him as a drunken, virtually retarded, frat boy) who without a second thought hacks the Minotaur into little pieces. In one of the play's most moving scenes, King Minos, with tears streaming down his face, publicly commends Theseus' courage. The crowd believes the tears are a sign of gratitude while we the audience understand they are tears of loss. The King's heart breaks and while he will go on to be an extremely just ruler, it is a justice forever informed by the deepest kind of agony."
House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski
pg. 110-111
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HERE, THERE BE MONSTERS: THE MINOTAUR PART 2
A/N: Imagine not updating a fic for nearly two years... hah-- couldn't be me (sweats). But my Minotaur is one of my most darling boys and I just couldn't leave him sitting in my drafts. Special thanks to the #1 Minotaur fan probably ever @astroboots for giving this a look over and for being the biggest hype woman for out hornyed hero. Artwork by machiavellicro on deviantart!
Pairing: Minotaur!Din Djarin x Nymph!Reader
Rating: Explicit (18+ NO Minors)
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: gross misuse of mythology, mentions of unsolicited attention/dub-con, discrimination and prejudice, suggestive themes. Reminder that this is a MONSTER FUCKING fic, so be warned for future chapters.
NOTICE: I learned the new lay of the land, so there's no more taglist. Instead you can turn on notifications for @djarinsbeskar-writes to stay up to date.
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Day 1
The stars were veiled.
Something hovered just out of sight that impeded your view of them. They remained dim despite the darkness and shied their faces away from shining down on such a netherworld.
You’d never felt so alone.
Taken immediately from Hera’s court, the guards who had once addressed you as familiars, friends and lovers over the years escorted you to your prison with rough hands and cold hearts. In that moment, they became strangers to you, and you had to wonder if you ever knew any of them at all.
A sprawling void of space greeted you when you arrived. A no man’s land forsaken by the gods as unconquerable, and those that lived trapped within its ever-growing perimeter at the mercy of the beast that prowled with eerie bellows and heavy footfalls.
Half man, half beast. With the horns of a bull and the strength to match, you feared you wouldn’t survive the night as you were pushed unceremoniously through the outer hedge.
You squeaked – frightened – and stumbled through the dense brambles that should have prevented your entry, but instead dragged you in deeper with thorny, greedy branches snagging on soft skin and the wafer-thin linen of your dress.
You fell to your knees on the other side, hands sinking immediately into a morass of mossy, damp earth. Hair falling around you in a tangle, you blew at the strands futilely before giving up and used your hands to push them back instead.
Scrambling to your feet, the dainty sandals you normally wore were useless against this unrelenting land. You’d never had to worry about footwear before… you hardly even needed it dancing under the moonlight or swimming among the stars.
The breathless, euphoric laughter of that time felt eons ago as your lungs constricted with fear.
Just breathe, you coached yourself, in and out… in and out.
It wasn’t working.
Not when your eyes finally moved past the initial, blinding panic to take in your surroundings. What you could see of them, anyway. A coffin of shrubbery greeted you on all sides, so tall they practically eclipsed the sky, the air cloying with a simmering malice you were reluctant to inhale as it tightened around your windpipe with the flex of a brutal grip.
And still, your wracked breathing was too loud in the oppressive silence.
Disturbed carrion birds flying overhead made you jump, squeezing your eyes closed reflexively. A fell wind followed the birds, blowing through the maze ruthlessly. It howled and whipped up the detritus as you folded in on yourself for protection, screaming in your ears with the anguish of those who found themselves trapped here.
However, unlike their torment, the wind eventually passed, and you cracked an eye open warily.
The labyrinth had changed.
Already? You thought with a hitched sob, swallowing it soon after lest you burst into tears and never stop.
There hadn’t been a path behind you where you first fell through the hedging. But by the looks of the narrow stretch of dirt that eventually became clouded by fog, you were deeper into the labyrinth than you first anticipated.
The thought had your stomach sinking.
There went your plan to keep to the perimeter in the vain hope of possibly escaping. You had no choice but to follow the path, deeper into the maze and towards the maw of the beast that inhabited it.
The wind returned intermittently, sometimes changing the labyrinth, sometimes not. Sometimes, it revealed hidden holes between hedgerows that led to another pathway that – while thrilling initially – proved just as complex and endless as the path you escaped from.
Hours of walking and nothing changed.
You were completely lost.
Tears spilled freely down your face now as you tried to stifle the sobs that escaped on every hiccupped inhale when your doom finally dawned on you. No one was coming to save you. Your feet hurt, your dress was filthy, and you were freezing.
You just wanted to go home.
But there was no one to hear your sorrow or respond to your pain. No one to care for you or comfort you or tell you that everything would be okay. You were alone after an eternity of living amongst others.
How little you knew of your own self.
Your vision blurry, you swiped the back of your hand across your eyes to glance at the next intersection of more dreary hedges. Quelling your sniffles, you listened. Trying to pick out any sound that wasn’t the breeze or your misery. A din of chatter or a chime of music, a—
Wait.
You held your breath. Was that—?
There!
A faint gurgle of running water filled your heart with song. There was a river nearby! Or a stream at the very least. You wanted to squeal at just the sound of something other than the wind and rustling branches you’d been subjected to for the last few hours.
And a river meant you could finally bathe.
It was hardly the most useful thing you could’ve done. You should have been looking for shelter, for warmth, for company and safety in numbers, but just the thought of getting clean… it was something familiar and you couldn’t let it go. It was something you would do whether at home among the stars, in the residencies of various deities or indeed, even here, in hell.
Yes, you smiled as bravely as you could, a bath would make everything better.
But you still had to find said river and that proved more than difficult. It was nigh on impossible after several more hours of walking.
Your grand plan of keeping left as much as possible proved fruitless as you came upon two dead ends that forced you to double back until you were confused again. It seemed like the promise of getting clean was growing less and less likely, your feet aching, and spirit defeated.
What a cruel… cruel place…
It was during your pursuit of water, however, that you happened upon the first settlement unfortunate enough to have been swallowed by the maze.
Doors latched shut and chimney’s smoking, you mistook the warm glow behind shuttered windows for warm inhabitants. But this was the labyrinth. No one cared for a sobbing woman banging at their doors for help, whether she was innocent or not.
You carried the condemnation of a goddess and for that you were shunned by even those forsaken by Olympus.
“Please, help me…” you hiccupped, voice raw when your forehead met the cold wood of the last door you tried to no avail, self-pity turning your fear to fury for a white-hot second. “It wasn’t my fault! It wasn’t me… he—”
Your voice broke as it rose, agony bringing you to your knees on the doorstep of indifference.
“Why won’t anyone listen!” You roared at the door, your face a mess of tears and a supernova of hurt illuminating your irises.
“Damnable woman!”
Everything that followed happened in a blur. The door flew open far enough for the man on the other side to shove you off his doorstep where you fell back on your bottom heavily.
“You’ll bring him here with all your wailing.” A frosty, uncompromising glare met you where the human looked down his nose at you. “Take your wickedness away. We might all be prisoners here, but do not think for a second that makes us the same. We were born into this hell, you were sentenced to it, filth.”
“But I—” You scrambled back to your knees only to be met with a bucket of dirty water that chilled you to the bone.
“There, consider it a gift.” He scoffed. “He won’t be able to smell you under all that for a while. Be grateful for this much and leave our village in peace!”
You sat frozen, in shock and unable to speak or move or do anything as the door was slammed in your face once more. Humans had… never treated you this way before and even though you knew their cruelty could rival the gods, it shook you to your core to be on the receiving end of both.
A rank smell made you gag, breaking your stony cage enough for you to get back up on shaky legs and leave.
Suddenly, scattered cottages became bear traps in your eyes, and you fled from them lest you get punished by their fiery teeth once again.
The maze was safer and, perhaps it was coincidence, but when you came across a lazily meandering river breaking the perpetual rows of hedging minutes later, you chose to believe the land had rewarded you for thinking as such. Turning your face up to the kraken-cruel clouds above, tears tracked through the stains on your face gratefully.
How odd… where before gifts of splendour hardly made you bat an eye; you’d never felt more thankful to an environment that was technically your foe for merely leading you to a river.
When you looked back down to take in your surroundings, you were shocked to see trees line the far side of the river in place of towering hedges. A forest lay within the maze, a fact you’d never heard about in rumours before. But then, an endless forest could be as disorienting as the labyrinth itself… so you didn’t count yourself lucky just yet.
But first… you stripped.
Down to the nude, your nipples pebbled at the cool air as you kicked off your ruined shoes to step into the gentle course of the water. Cold! You shivered. Accustomed to more tepid warm waters, the cold was startling on your soft body.
Baths here were less about enjoyment and more about brevity, you supposed.
You gave yourself a hurried wash, scrubbing yourself free of the dirt and grime and who knew what else had been in that water you’d been drenched in. Cupping the water over your hair, the back of your neck prickled from something other than the cold, but when you looked back, only ominous shadows greeted your paranoid gaze.
Right, you swallowed around the bulbous lump of fear in your throat, best not to linger. Something told you staying in one place for too long would spell disaster.
That in mind and with a wrinkle of your nose, you pulled back on your soiled dress with the promise to wash it during the daytime. A soaking dress during the night would only make things more miserable for you, after all.
And that was how you made your way into the forest, for nothing else if but a change of scenery and hopefully, a safe enough place to rest your weary, heartbroken bones.
It wasn’t half an hour later, though, that the same patch of grass where your dress had lain while you bathed was disturbed anew. A scent, tempered by filth that irritated his nostrils, cut through the bloodlust that guided him every night and caught his attention. That, and a trail of light powder clinging to the grass like morning dew.
It led him to the water’s edge, a great horned shadow that hushed even the rivers gentle gurgle when his eyes fell upon it.
The powder clung to him when he touched it, iridescent specks catching in the reflection of his dark eyes before he brought it to his muzzle and sniffed. His pupils dilated, starlight catching like kindling in the back of his mind, his body responding.
An exhaled plume of condensation sent the dust into the air where it scattered like the spray of blood from his last victim’s jugular.
Stardust…
He crouched low to find the scent again, picking it up over the water where his long tongue moved distractedly over his muzzle to catch what remained of the powder there. Suddenly, lust of a different kind rose to battle with his insatiable desire to spill blood, and the trajectory of his hunt changed.
A star had fallen into his domain, and he was going to find it.
#djarinsbeskarwrites#din djarin x reader#din djarin x you#din djarin au#din djarin smut#the mandalorian smut#minotaur!din#the minotaur#the mandalorian x reader#the mandalorian x you#the mandalorian#htbm#here there be monsters collection#taurus#mando x reader#mando x you#mando#star wars#star wars au#pedro pascal#din djarin fanfic#din djarin fanfiction
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I recently started playing Hades and ASTERIUS is my one true love I’m obsessed with him
#my art#fanart#sketch#art#character design#drawing#animation#illustration#drawings#asterius#hades the game#the Minotaur#hades supergiant
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