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thewhisperofzagreus · 1 month
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What is love? It is the Morning and the Evening Star.
— Sinclair Lewis
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windupiceheart · 2 months
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Throws a hythazemet into the air
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ltwilliammowett · 3 months
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The Orient Line's full-rigger Hesperus, by Jack Spurling, 1923
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underworldhadess · 26 days
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Red-figure vase-painting of Nyx, Selene, Hesperus, 4th century BC.
The gods of the night - Nyx, Hesperus and Selene - are traveling across the sky. Nyx, goddess of the night, leads the procession with her arm raised. She is followed by Hesperus, god of the evening star, who is depicted as a head surrounded by the shining halo of his star. Selene, goddess of the moon, appears last, seated on a horse in a side saddle, her fluttering garment forming the shape of a crescent moon.
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alporquia · 10 months
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Phosphorus (Morning star) and Hesperus (Evening star), Evelyn de Morgan, 1881.
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musicmakesyousmart · 1 year
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5ive - Hesperus
Pax Aeternum Digital
2019
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ronanwhitehouse · 28 days
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Growing up, my Aunt Karen used to sing me and my cousins the song “Lydia, the Tattooed Lady”. It was written by Yip Harburg and Harold Arlen and probably most famously sung by Groucho Marx in the 1939 movie “At the Circus.” I love it! It’s very silly and a little wink-wink dirty (“Captain Spaulding exploring the Amazon” might mean something else 😂) Also, it was Jim Henson’s favorite song which is delightful to know.
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D&RGW train (Narrow Gauge), engine number 340, engine type 2-8-0 and Rio Grande Southern engine number 455, engine type 2-8-2 Freight, westbound; on the Rio Grande Southern, 22 cars. Photographed: near Hesperus, Colo., June 14, 1942.
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lanternlea · 7 months
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first dragon showcase on the new blog : )
some newly finished projects + some old favs i just haven't posted before but love
shiori | FM
vanna | hesperus
asa | nalani
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jellymish-art · 1 year
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I just read Action At A Distance and I am absolutely losing my mind over Hesperus, so have another doggie WIP.
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cypriathus · 1 month
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Here is my version of Beelzebub!
WARNING: There is a mention of a mental health issue.
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Belszarvodi, born as Noktefarius, is a fallen virtue-chalkydri hybrid who possesses deep loyalty in her personal relationships, doing anything to protect them from harm. She deeply loves and admires her family and friends, treating them with utmost tenderness and compassion. She has a logical and analytical approach to all situations, intuitively anticipating and planning for potential outcomes. As a result of her brilliant wisdom, her good judgements and calculated decisions are often not clouded by emotions and personal biases. Whenever she feels melancholic, she either idolises her husband and the very few role models she has or mischievously spreads pestilence in order to take her mind off of things. She has an excessive greediness for consumable sustenance, eating and drinking voraciously. As a result of her body dysmorphia and self-esteem issues, she feels a discontented longing towards those who have “better physical and mental advantages”. She feels immense shame in regards to her body, feeling anxious about what other people personally think of her physical looks. There are numerous instances where she experiences a temperamental inability to act promptly or speedily when effort is needed. However, she does take her responsibility as a queen and mother very seriously, finding constant motivation and interest to perform her duties on a conscientious level. She prefers to remain shy and reserved with a pleasant smile or stare, but that slowly fades away and her face darkens when pushed too far. As a result of this, she becomes twisted and cruel, having no qualms in killing or torturing those who got on her nerves. When Belszarvodi is understandably furious, she’ll act on impulse in order to immediately deal with the nuisance, not considering the consequences.
As an angel, she’s a 6’ 10” (208.28 cm) ectomorph with an hourglass figure, slightly muscular limbs, broad shoulders, small breasts, and prominent thighs. Belszarvodi’s skin is a radiant and unblemished ghost white, and she has four arms that hold three different items. In her left upper hand, she’s wielding a perforated, mace-like golden ball with a hyssop handle called an aspergillum, sprinkling holy water. In her lower right hand, she holds a silver snowdrop pendant Mărțișor of intertwining sapphire and white strings with hanging tassels. In her lower left hand, she has an black-handled athame of glowing and sturdy chrome diopside in her possession. She has the tail of an African lion, twelve purplish-red wings, and two faces; that of a female human (left) and a saltwater crocodile (right). Her human face has heterochromia eyes with flecks of silver, the right is an amber and the left is a sage green. Her mid-length hair of long prominent waves is a shimmering lochinvar with thin streaks of old gold and honey flower purple. Floating above in between her two heads is a single golden star that gleams brightly with three wispy silver clouds. She dons a golden hip girdle with a grey fox tail hanging from her left side and a fine pleated shadow green tunic. Belszarvodi also wears a mantle that has a gorgeous gradient of biscay, seance purple, red-violet, and clementine with silver and gold stars.
In her first fallen angel form, she’s a 7’ 4” (223.52 cm) ectomorph with a pear-shaped figure, upper arms that carry some of her weight, well-endowed breasts, slightly sloping shoulders, and a partially rounded belly. She has three distinct heads; that of a female human (front), a Bengal cat (right), and an Argentine horned frog (left). Her floral white skin has brownish solar lentigines on her right cheek, above her left breast, two on her left thigh, in the middle of her right trapezius, and four on her back. She has black claws and talons, four eyes of metallic greenish-blue, pearlescent pink lips, and pale yellow cheeks. Her twelve wings are a dusky hue of blue-green with a silver sheen, and her hair is now shoulder-length and slightly wavy. On that note, Belszarvodi’s hair is a dully gleaming pine green with thin streaks of luxor gold, falu red, and plum. She has a silver loose dress made of serge fabric pleated at the neck and draping to the ground. She also has her original hip girdle and a boysenberry hooded scapular with a pattern of pearlescent blue lilies of the valley and blowflies that have a bluish-green, gold colouration. She dons a floating crown of bluish-black brass with four slightly leaning forward 🜏 (black sulphur) protrusions and a ball of orange fire in the centre. She prefers to wear a tiger orange galero of scattered white stars with ten golden tassels on each side of the wide brim. She occasionally wears a bossanova mask with Navajo-Churro horns and an emotionless, unmoving expression.
In her second fallen angel form, she appears to be a 12’ 8” (386.08 cm) grotesque fly with a bloated belly, three sagging breasts, six arms, and muscular saltwater crocodile legs. She possesses a hair-covered body, metallic greenish-blue skin, pale yellow cheeks, and a skull-like face. Her compound eyes are exactly like that of a female Haematopota pluvialis, and she has the tail of a saltwater crocodile. Pearlescent white skulls and crossbones tattoos on her four wings, which possess a dark magenta sheen. Belszarvodi’s has a filthy honey flower purple mane, a forehead covered in spiky black follicles, and yellowed omnivorous teeth and boar tusks. She also has six clawed fingers and slightly curved, upwards-facing horns of silver with blue-green tips that have a solid black margin.
As a virtue, she’s fully capable of forcing sentient targets to see the goodness of their own soul and inducing blessed miracles. Through the use of divine energies, she can strengthen mortal faith in the titans and fill the spirits of humans and Ufrajozlens with unshakable virility. Due to being half-chalkydri, she controls the course of the Sun around Earth, bringing the planet heat and dew. She can also break into song at sunrise, alerting all birds across the multiverse for a new day to rejoice. Her natural senses are far more heightened than the average mortal, and she can easily endure all temperatures, diseases, and levels of discomfort. Belszarvodi is able to perform strenuous activities for weeks without tiring, and lift mountains, massive extraterrestrial aircrafts, minor dwarf planets, and high mass stars. As a result of her otherworldly strength, any destructive action can split continents and create canyons, mountains, and kilometres-sized craters on Earth. She has psychokinesis, animalistic flight, omnilingualism, and the ability to communicate with, sense, and manipulate all sentient minds. With her nearly unparalleled competence, she’s able to handle all known situations and matters.
She can summon smaragdine blowflies, turn invisible, and shapeshift into any animalistic and human-esque form of her personal choice. She’s surrounded by a darkened aura of gluttony-inducing shadows, oriental latrine flies, Tabanus sulcifrons, and Phormia regina. She can manipulate gluttony, sloth, envy, venom, poison, pestilence, filth, necrosis, rot, insects, the motion of planets, the evening star, dusk, holy fire, sacred light, and fertile harvests. Belszarvodi is able to extract and erase the memories of low-ranking angels, imps, and sinners, and sense the deepest desires of humans and Ufrajozlens. In order to travel across the multiverse, she can create a wooden gate of slightly worn sangria purple paint with a cerulean lustre. It has a gleaming silver door knocker in the form of a boar’s head with insect fly wings above it and a thick circle in its tusked mouth. When in a universe, she can only utilise her teleportation door four times for two days before being forced to move onto the next.
FAMILY:
Unnamed Angel of the Dusk (father)
Unnamed chalkydri mother
Luxaszofer (husband)
Ezlaphorius (son)
Äbhiszelondur (son)
Blesaphongur (daughter)
ALIASES/NICKNAMES:
Noctifer
Beelzebub
Hesperus
Mother (by Ezlaphorius)
Mama (by Äbhiszelondur)
Ma (by Blesaphongur)
Angel of the Evening Star
Great Mistress of Unquestionable Filth
Queen of Gluttonous Sloth
Lady of Envious Idolatry
Her Putrid Decay
Her Eminency
FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:
She’s heteroromantic demisexual
She’s the avatar of Parnuzhoktesvi
She was born during a lunar eclipse
She’s older than the planet Venus
Her secret bodily weakness or physical Achilles’ heel is the appendix
As an Æylphitus, her name means “lord of the fly or master of the exalted house”. In regards to her birth name, Noktefarius means “night-bringer”.
As a result of her body dysmorphia, she avoids mirrors and most social activities, picks at her skin with fingers, and constantly grooms herself.
She committed the sins of gluttony, sloth, and envy
She’s the supreme queen of Nifjazroghetus
She’s the chief lieutenant of her husband’s 250 legions of demons
She’s still in possession of her aspergillum, Mărțișor, and athame.
Whenever her husband is experiencing nightmares, she’ll embrace him and gently rub the back of his head.
Her rosewood throne is rectangular with serpentine arms and a gilt-brass footstool adorned with deceased seraph wings. It has a crocodile-shaped cushion of greenish-grey with silver stripes and a dark magenta cloth with sparkling gold stars. There is a gilt-brass crux gemmata of fire opal and blue kyanite on the cresting rail with tiny black spears in the back.
As she shares a room with her beloved husband, her contrasting half possesses hues of blue, magenta, and orange with silver accents. Her walls are decorated with a pattern of pink tusked pigs, smaragdine blowflies, purple lilies of the valley, and bearded vulture feathers. She has a rosewood pantry of china plates and teacups with various floral patterning, and a crocodile-skin blanket. She has a taxidermied tiger shark, a marble sculpture of Hekanotius with a lean dog and sneaky polecat, and mounted trophy heads of four different vulture species: Eurasian griffon vulture, king vulture, greater yellow-headed vulture, and Egyptian vulture.
She has a well-informed, yet partially hoarse voice
The smaragdine blowfly is her most favourite insect
The lily of the valley is her most favourite flower
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thewhisperofzagreus · 2 months
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Hesperus as Personification of the Evening, 1765 - oil on canvas. — Anton Raphael Mengs (German, 1728–1779)
In Greek mythology, Hesperus is the Evening Star, the planet Venus in the evening. A son of the dawn goddess Eos, he is the brother Phosphorus (the Morning Star).
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windupiceheart · 1 year
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Oh warrior, lover.
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thememoryexchange · 2 months
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The island is a paradise of tall trees and deep lakes. You could wander it for days and never see a soul. Your feet will ache till you find the little meadow near the Cat holes and the graveyard. It’s a sun soaked meadow with the deep green of late summer and the bushes are full of blackberries. They are warm and dark and you can’t wait to eat your fill. You take a bite, and it is an explosion of bitter and sweet and bright purple juices. The juices stain your fingers and your lips till you can’t help but laugh. You laugh and laugh and lay in the deep green meadow eating your fill of the wild blackberries. You could stay like this forever, young and wild, covered in blackberry juice and grass stains and bathing in sunlight. You are infinite in that moment and all the world is as golden as the meadow. Till, you gather them up in a loose scarf staining it as wildly as your hands, but now you can take the blackberries with you. Not just out of the meadow or off your little island, but with you out into the world in a little stained purple and grey scarf. No matter how scary or how dark you always have the blackberries.
(Share a beautiful memory!)
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bowtied-pasta · 3 months
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Hesperus is that kid that silently brings them something in a closed fist and when he opens it to drop it in their hands it’s a fucking spider
Phosphorus is that kid that talks about how he made an imaginary frog farm in his room but when they walk into his room there really is a god damn frog farm in there
Cassiopeia is a little demon child that seriously for fucking real crawls on the walls because she was adopted and they didn’t know she was a stalwart but they love their little wall crawler all the same
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alporquia · 10 months
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Vesper (Hesperus), Anton Raphael Mengs, 1765.
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