Yes, Odysseus was "Defending what's his" and "reclaiming his kingship, riches, and masculinity" during the killing of the suitors but Leiodes' death shows how it was also still very much personal and about Penelope.
Then Leiodes ran out, grabbed Odysseus’s knee,
and begged him—his words had wings:
“Odysseus,
I implore you at your knee—respect me
and have pity. I tell you I’ve never
injured a single woman in these halls
by saying or doing something reckless.
Instead I tried to stop the other suitors
when they did those things. They did not listen
or restrain their hands from acting badly.
So their own wickedness now brings about
their wretched fate. Among them I’m a prophet
who has done no wrong, and yet I will lie dead,
since there’s no future thanks for one’s good deeds.”
Shrewd Odysseus glared at him and answered:
“If, in fact,
you claim to be a prophet with these men,
no doubt here in these halls you’ve often prayed
that my goal of a sweet return would stay
unrealized, so my dear wife could go
back to your own home and bear you children.
That’s why you won’t escape a bitter death.”
As he said this, Odysseus picked up in his fist
a sword that lay nearby—Agelaus had dropped it
and left it on the ground when he was killed—with it
Odysseus struck Leiodes right across his neck.
His head was rolling in the dust as he was speaking.
(Book 22, Johnston)
Leiodes: "Hey, we're good, right? I didn't even do anything with your servants or riches."
Odysseus: "I don't care if you didn't do anything else, your crime is that you were trying to court my wife in the first place. You're fucking dead."
Also, he was so angry that he cut off his head in one stroke (Athena was juicing him up but still)
Maybe I'll make a post on this at some point but like, something deeply fucked up about TNP and Po3 that people have totally forgotten about is how badly they try to whine that "Tigerstar Had Good Traits :("
Firestar does it, Brambleclaw does it, and they keep doing this after it becomes this GRAND irony that Firestar almost gets Tiger'd to death in a fox trap because he was too trusting. Bramble gets his pity award of keeping deputyship and then cries to his son about how No One Saw The Good In Tigerstar :(
And it's wiiiiild that no one else in this fandom has done anything with the fact that Leopardstar broke the Warrior Code to appoint Hawkfrost, who had no apprentice, an extremely aggressive and warmongering Tigerclone who says things like "Tigerstar wasn't the worst cat to look up to." ONLY qualifying trait was being kinda like Tigerstar.
And she practically did that the SECOND Mistyfoot went missing. And then Leopardstar continued to be one of the most violent and xenophobic leaders through Po3, joining with WindClan to attack ThunderClan.
What I'm getting at is that like, a few years ago, with books like "Blackfoot's Reckoning" and "Shadow in RiverClan" it's like they suddenly decided to retcon in a bunch of "redemption arcs" in hindsight. They just pretended like there was this grand high reckoning with TigerClan, when there literally wasn't, and if anything that caused SERIOUS problems for the cast that the authors didn't fully acknowledge as such.
And now ppl haven't actually read the main series and are just working with their recent memory of all these retcon books.
But TNP and PO3 are still there, and you can go and see the ACTUAL timeline where Leopardstar is really not apologetic at all, and Blackstar is a useful stooge for the very next wannabe dictator that strolls in, in spite of the new side content that COMPLETELY mischaracterized them for their plots to work.
people dont talk enough about how heartbreaking the marlon betrayal mustve been for clem too,,
this dude saves the life of her and her kid. takes them in has them patched up gives them their first hot meal in who knows how long. gives them a safe place to stay. possibly permanently. confides in her that hes trying to be a good leader but feels like and fears that hes failing. asks her to help him take care of the rest of the group. helps her get over her fear of dogs by asking her to trust him. and things go well. she feels safe. like this place could really finally be the home shes been looking for
but as soon as she finds out what happened to the twins. that marlon planned on giving up her and aj too. she immediately becomes a liability to him and he attempts to kill her for it. locks her in the basement to die by walker. then tries to turn the group against her so he can shoot her instead when the first method fails. and he nearly succeeds
then a majority of the group turn against clem the minute aj kills marlon. ignoring marlons mistakes but condemning aj for his. like clem wasnt betrayed by marlon in the exact same way he betrayed the twins. like she literally wasnt almost killed twice? and how long had he been considering giving her up? was it always some contingency he planned? did he truly want to keep them around and things only changed when he feared the raiders had returned? she'll never know
It seems that two of the most relevant themes between Seward, and Renfield are the pretense, and the unrealiable narration. Both of them maintain a very delicate "balance" between eachother without acknowledging (or in Seward when it's convenient) the actual power dynamic in each of their conversations.
Renfield is an extremely inteligente man, and he is not "above" playing up the act that Seward wants to see to get to his own goals. He talks sweetly to get a kitten while acting his part of "mad yet eager patient" then when Seward moves the question to ask Renfield why he wants specifically a kitty, he says:
"I only asked for a kitten lest you should refuse me a cat. No one would refuse me a kitten, would they?" - R.M. Renfield, July 19.
Renfield knows that by saying that he is subtlely asking, and implying to Seward that is he not a qualified doctor? Is he not confident in himself enough to supervise a simple kitty at the hands of one of his most visited patient? Renfield really doesn't respect Seward, but he knows that he is they key to get anything if he wants to complete his food chain experiment. He can't break the pretense that Seward has made of him, or else he would be at square one again.
And what does he do after being denied of a kitty to feed? He is dejected a little, and simply sits down to think what he should do next.
Of course Seward denied his request, but not for an actual benevolent reason. One might think that Seward maybe would note that he should not be encouraging Renfield's problems that could harm him in the long run, but nope Seward is more concerned about what the kitty would do to the sparrows instead of focusing on the why Renfield wants one in the first place.
Seward is so focused on his own unrealiable perspective of Renfield that he doesn't actually listen to what the man is saying. His own curiosity is literally getting in the way of doing his actual job, but Seward doesn't notice because he is far too busy thinking how everything can fit his narrative.
On top of that, that "undeveloped homicidal maniac" diagnosis immediately coming after Renfield dared to express his own anger by giving Seward a mean look... It really tells how Seward is just using Renfield to test, and support whatever mental science theory he is crafting to explain his own twisted perspective for Renfield's behavior.
Love your art and I'm generally curious as to what the appeal of Dante/Vergil is to you? Do you have any hc that you're drawing from or is it just personal preference? I struggle to imagine the right conditions for them to be involved in that way and would like to know what inspires you.
I will premise this by saying, that I’m actually not a MASSIVE fan of just DV for its own sake, if Nero isn’t also included (or like, with the assumption he will, 100%, be included once he’s in the picture). To me it’s kind of a baseline pairing?
As in, I don’t even have to think about it. Of course they’re in love, of course they’re together, of course they’re fucking. It’s almost an afterthought to me, the way the married parent couple of the protagonist in a story inherently are. It doesn’t necessarily interest me by itself, that fact, it’s just a certainty, it just is. I guess, for me, the interest in DV specifically comes more out of what other people make of it, because for me I’m almost always approaching first from the perspective of Nero being there also, haha.
There’s also the fact that I have a lot of hc about just like, the way demons function as a species, I guess. I took a lot of things dmc canon gave me and went like, “alright, time to project this into the most self indulgent, non-human society but humanoid looking species I can think up in my brainhead”. To me a lot of the appeal comes from it being not necessarily a predestined thing as much as like, a biological inevitability - (going to speak in definitives about my own hc from here on, so not making any statement about canon dmc lol) demons mate with their kin, and with whoever deems worthy - and twins from the same litter would inevitably end up being the other’s first partner, their first choice, their other half. In a sense, to me, they’re soulmates - though honestly I prefer to think of it more as two halves of the same soul, following the implications in 3 and the 3 manga that them being twins comes from the spawn of Sparda being too powerful to just be born in one body. That might sound like I’m just saying they’re soulmates in a different way, but not really - to me, if I had to go the soulmate route, Nero would be both of their soulmate - because the two of them make one single soul, and the match to that would be Nero’s.
I kind of just go off of the assumption that they are in love and have been since they were in the womb, you know?
That colors the way I see their every interaction. To me, in their fighting, their squabbles and their feuds, there’s always love at the source. Familial, yes, but romantic and sexual as well - and to me, when I think about them, it’s all one and the same. To love each other like family is to be intwined, is to be mated, is to be a pack and is to be one.
That’s the more deep thoughts I have about it, I have more shallow/surface thoughts (and specifically ship dynamic thoughts about like, what appeals to me about them sexually lol) but if I had to quickly sum it up that’s what I would say, I think.
I'm just laughing bc "you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum they raised me" like girl you grew up in an affluent suburb!
I thought it was obvious that she's referring to the music industry as the asylum. I mean, context clues...the whole song is about how being famous from a young age has fucked her up mentally. Are people also saying "I was tame, I was gentle, till the circus life made me mean, don't you worry folks we took out all her teeth" is literally about her time in an actual circus? It's obviously the media circus.
@qapsiel || random inbox HARRASSMENT! || omfg!!! lolol!!
Dean is on his third slice of pie (he ordered two for himself and then switched plates with Castiel, who only tried a forkful of his rhubarb), but the angel is more focused on that group of teenagers at the bar of the diner, giggling and talking and slurping milkshakes. It's not his fault that his hearing is excellent and that he can understand every word; however, most of their conversation is ridden by weird phrases and strange idioms. One in particular gets his attention. "Dean," he says, "what does babygirl coded mean, and why are you like that according to those young women?"
dean's in pie heaven. cas wasn't looking too into his. so? after ploughing through a slice of cherry and peach? rhubarb was next. dean didn't even think to pick his own fork back up. cas's was shoved in his mouth and he was in freaking HEAVEN two seconds later. chin propped up by his other hand, he is blissfully unaware of the younger people giving glances their way. because his focus is on his pie for dinner (after he agreed, VERY RELUCTANTLY AND WITH A LOT OF PRODDING, to battle his way through a turkey burger and baked potato cas wouldn't take no for the answer to) slash reward for the torture he suffered through at the start of their meal.
he looks up when cas says his name. fork still in his mouth--then a brow shoots up high as hell on his forehead and he turns his attention slowly towards the giggling teens. not his head. no. his attention. meaning his eyes move but everything else stays the same. maybe. maybe. a slight, slight turn of his head. barely there. only enough to catch all of them in his sights. BABY GIRL CODED? are they fucking..???
his features crumple into disbelief. no fucking WAY written in those scrunched eyes, nose and twisted up mouth. (oh yeah, his fork's lowered.) "i am not. that's bullshit." fucking generation z!! hell with those kids. what the shit?! "you're the baby girl coded one of us. i mean. have they seen your eyes when you do the.." and sure as shit, dean's eyes go round. doe-eyed even. it's just that easy. NO DON'T READ INTO HOW EASY THAT WAS? SHUT UP?! "thing. that thing? little..bastards. m'not baby gir--whatever." that smirk. that pout. that huff and roll of his eyes. sums up every damn part of their point but don't tell him that. he's too busy rowing his those kids can screw off boat down de-nile. denial at it's FINEST.
Finishing atla and once again becoming absolutely livid with the out of nowhere, literal deus ex machina bending-bending ability because why have your protagonist face his achilles heel and overcome his original sin in order to grow and save the day when you can hand everything to him on a lion turtle platter 🙃🙃🙃
I can’t believe it’s been a year since I got this game and nine months since I started this blog. Unfortunately, the timing of me getting sick twice in a row these past couple of weeks means I wasn’t able to finish a fic in time to celebrate, but I’m determined to get one out soon! 💚 but I can’t let today pass me by without at least waxing poetic about this game, the community and their impact on me :)
cw: workplace abuse, childhood emotional abuse
This time last year, I was in a very abusive work environment. I was pushed well beyond my limits by people who didn’t care about me or the concerns I raised to them. I was told to shut up, that others had the same workload even though I clearly had more on my one-person “team.” I was a scapegoat. I began having weekly performance reviews in which typos in emails were put in the spotlight and heavily questioned/scrutinized. In the end, they fired me, HR refused to return calls from potential employers to verify employment, and they barred the few coworkers I actually liked from giving me recommendations (I only know because I aggressively pressed one of them after she rescinded an offer to help me), effectively making it twice as difficult to get any new job. I’m in therapy to recover from this experience, but I still carry a large amount of bitterness towards both my former job and myself, and I don’t know if it will ever fully leave me.
I am grouchy and short-tempered. I don’t consider myself to be a nice person or a good friend. My previous work experience solidified what an entire childhood of emotional abuse stemming from my neurodivergence taught me: it’s better to have no trust and be prepared to get angry if people think they can step on me; cut others off at the smallest sign of danger and keep myself at arm’s length from everyone unless absolutely necessary; calculate weakness in my bullies’ tactics and exploit it.
When I first got Hogwarts legacy, I would play maybe a couple hours every week. But what started out as an escape has become a source of healing. I see so much of myself in some of the characters, and seeing some of my pain, mistakes and flaws mirrored in them has given me the ability to give myself a little grace. I see so much of myself in Ominis, and my rabid need to write him receiving the love and healing I want/need has been extremely therapeutic.
Joining the HLDS dev team was the best thing I ever could have done. I’m finally starting to feel like I can trust some people a little more. The other discord server I’m a part of has been such a positive experience for me too, and I really do love and appreciate everyone there for being so nice to a grouch like me, even if I’m not really sure how to express that most of the time lol. The moots I’m regularly messaging/reblogging/responding to are so important to me. I am so happy you enjoy talking to me, because I adore talking to you too and seeing your notifs gives me such a huge serotonin boost.
Thank you to everyone who makes room for me in discord servers and reads my tumblr posts and talks to me about this game that’s had such a huge impact on me. It really does mean so much more than I could ever express. 💚
one of these days i'm going to write up all that i've changed from azzarello's bullshit era and the one (1) piece i've kept from milligan (and also changed) and the only thing currently stopping me is that it is going to be so, so inside-baseball incomprehensible. and i almost never want to go reading/screencapping azzarello and milligan to add references but i Want to add references.
canon is goop, just know that we continue to ride the bus down "hellblazer ended at #250 and looks like swiss cheese before that" street.