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i’m gonna turn this blog into a multi with all my other muses apart from superman & nanami. 

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𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚘𝚛𝚞𝚜

my hot take on korus and his place in it all.

korus represents everlasting life.

 where kore/persephone brings life in the spring, korus brings life year round (think ever greens, indoor gardens, house plants etc). 

additionally korus represents detachment from the material things in life. 

in the dynamic of persephone/hades, hades represents the material given he is the god of riches as well. persephone’s six months in hades realm and six months above ground come to represent the death and rebirth of the soul caught up in material attachment. 

with dionysus iacchus lighting the way to ego death and freedom from attachment, korus becomes a symbol of what awaits them beyond the asphodel meadows and in elysium.  

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𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚜

     iacchus was born in the time just before persephone was taken by hades. this was a tumultuous time in his mother, demeter’s life. she was in deep morning and thus iacchus was left to be reared by his wet-nurse baubo, the goddess of mirth. as a result of this, iacchus sees baubo as more of a mother figure in his life than demeter. He is also far more formal with demeter than the rest of his siblings. 

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He comes back. He always comes back. She repeats it so often she can almost believe it. 

Every time he goes she’s reminded how much she isn’t enough. Not for her mother or father or him. And her mind spins in circles. She’s not enough to make him stay. She’s not enough because she doesn’t like to see him go.

When he does come back she can’t even stand back to draw boundaries the way she knows her father’s consort would. If Lady Ariadne ever felt jealous should make lines in the sand and circle them around Lord Bakkhos until he knew not to cross them.

She fits against him as if she’s made for him. Her hands press against his back as she wraps her arms around him. “Where did you go?”

     he leaned his head back as she embraced him as if to take her all in. his arms slowly snaked around her and he pressed a tender kiss to the side of her head. “Do you really want to know?” iakkhos asked, hoping she might say no--hoping that he might save her the pain of it all. He’d already done enough of that.

the young god closed his eyes and leaned forward with telete in his arms to cocoon the two of them together. “I’m here now.” was that enough, he wondered, after everything--did he deserve this. if anything in this world truly felt like home it was anywhere with his beloved above all sister. but there was something in him that tore at his joy--caused him to rip happiness to shreds when it came into his life. time and time again telete became collateral damage in his own self destruction. 

the better boy, i am not--this was the mantra of his life.

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@gentlegod ♥︎’d for a starter 

     ❛ Hello cousin, ❜ Iacchus greeted, yawning involuntarily as the other automatically made him think of sleep. 

❛ Forgive me, I’m wasn’t trying to poke fun--just couldn’t help myself. ❜ Smiling at the daimon, the younger god beckoned him to sit. ❛ What brings you by? ❜

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𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚊𝚔𝚔𝚑𝚘𝚜

     Iakkhos has a strange relationship with most of the other gods that are close in his life. 

with his father, he’s extremely formal and increasingly distant. 

with artemis, he is both respectful of her and repulsed by her. after all, he knows the story of his birth and how it all came to be. he feels like he owes her for saving his life, but also can’t find himself getting over the fact that none of it would have happened had it not been for her.

to say he hates eros, is probably an understatement and will go out of his way to avoid the erotes as a whole.

when it comes to the eleusinian gods, he is some what subservient to them all, but especially subservient to his name sake, Dionysus Iacchus. He extends the same level of subservience to the spring god Korus. He also has a more complicated dynamic, emotionally, with the two gods. Iacchus is like his father and himself, but a different aspect, so he is very much enamoured by him. And Korus is among very few people in his life that offer him no strings attached kindness and love and he doesn’t know how to handle it but still finds himself drawn in. Dionysus Iacchus embraces Iakkhos as one in the same, the way he embraces Dionysus Bromios. Korus sees Iakkhos as a boy needing love and care and guidance and so feels drawn to him. 

When it comes to Demeter, Persephone, and the Eleusinian Hekate, it’s purely business for Iakkhos. He’s the head priest of their mysteries and does his job and is connected to them in so far as his job requires. He is perhaps most formal with the three of them, after how formal he is with his father. 

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𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚊𝚔𝚔𝚑𝚘𝚜

his conception and early childhood -— ( this is a difficult read, please heed the trigger warnings ) 

     Iakkhos and his twin brother were born to the Titaness Aura, fathered by Dionysus Bromios. 

Aura was the titan goddess of the breeze and the fresh, cool air of early morning. She was described as someone who was “unacquainted with love”, “aloof from the notions of unwarlike maids”, and “a manlike maid...who knew nothing of Aphrodite”. To put it plainly, she was a virgin and very willingly so. She was increasingly proud of this fact and even highly egotistical due to it. So much so that she said the following to Artemis: 

‘Artemis, you only have the name of a virgin maid, because your rounded breasts are full and soft, a woman's breasts like the Paphian, not a man's like Athena, and your cheeks shed a rosy radiance! Well, since you have a body like that desirous goddess, why not be queen of marriage as well as Kythereia (Cytherea) with her wealth of fine hair, and receive a bridegroom into your chamber? If it please you, leave Athena and sleep with Hermes and Ares. If it please you, take up the bow and arrows of the Erotes (Loves), if your passion is so strong for a quiver full of arrows. I ask pardon of your beauty, but I am much better than you. See what a vigorous body I have! Look at Aura's body like a boy's, and her step swifter than Zephyros (the West Wind)! See the muscles upon my arms, look at my breasts, round and unripe, not unlike a woman. You might almost say that yours are swelling with drops of milk! Why are your arms so tender, why are your breasts not round like Aura's, to tell the world themselves of unviolated maidenhood?’

Because of this Artemis set up a plot with the aid of Nemesis and Eros to "punish” Aura’s transgression. The unfolding of this plot ends up in Aura getting drunk on a stream of wine disguised as/glamoured to appear to be water after a long day of hunting. While drunk and asleep from intoxication, Dionysus (shot by several arrows of love/lust from Eros: “Eros (Love) drove Dionysos mad for the girl with the delicious wound of his arrow, then curving his wings flew lightly to Olympos”) violates the sleeping titaness. This results in her getting pregnant and absolutely losing her mind in grief of her stolen maidenhood:

“she shrieked in distress, held in the throes of madness; she chased the countrymen, slew shepherds beside the leafy slopes, to punish her treacherous husband with avenging justice--still more she killed the oxherds with implacable steel . . . still more she killed the goatherds, killed their whole flocks of goats, in agony of heart, because she had seen Pan the dangerous lover with a face like some shaggy goat; for she felt quite sure that shepherd Pan tormented with desire for Ekho had violated her asleep: much more she laid low the husbandmen, as being also slaves of Kypris (Cypris) . . . The huntsmen she killed believing an ancient story; for she had heard that a huntsman Kephalos (Cephalus), from the country of unmothered Athena, was husband of rosecrowned Eos (Dawn). Workmen of Bakkhos about the vintage she killed, because they are servants of Lyaios who squeeze out the intoxicating juice of his liquor, heavy with wine, dangerous lovers. For she had not yet learnt the cunning heart of Dionysos, and the seductive potion of heady love, but she made empty the huts of the mountainranging herdsmen drenched the hills with red blood.”

Aura also began to lament at the gods in grief, threatening them all for what had been wrought upon her:

“What god has loosed the girdle of my maidenhood? If Zeus Allwise took some false aspect, and forced me, upon my lonely bed, if he did not respect our neighbour Rheia, I will leave the wild beasts and shoot the starry sky! If Phoibos Apollon lay by my side in sleep, I will raze the stones of wordfamous Pytho wholly to the ground! If Kyllenian (Cyllenian) Hermes has ravished my bed, I will utterly destroy Arkadia with my arrows, and make goldchaplet Peitho [Hermes' wife] my servant! If Dionysos came unseen and ravished my maidenhood in the crafty wooing of a dream-bridal, I will go where Kybele's (Cybele's) hall stands, and chase that lustmad Dionysos from highcrested Tmolos! I will hang my quiver of death on my shoulders and attack Paphos, I will attack Phrygia--I will draw my bow on both Kypris [Aphrodite] and Dionysos! You, Archeress [Artemis], you have enraged me most, because you, a maiden, did not kill me in my sleep still a virgin, yes and did not defend me even against my bedfellow with your pure shafts!’ // She spoke, and then checked her trembling voice overcome by tears. And Aura, hapless maiden, having within her the fruitful seed of Bakkhos the begetter, carried a double weight [twins]: the wife maddened uncontrollably cursed the burden of the seed, hapless maiden Aura lamented the loss of her maidenhood; she knew not whether she had conceived of herself, or by some man, or a scheming god; she remembered the bride of Zeus Berekyntian Plouto (Berecynthian Pluto), so unhappy in the son Tantalos whom she bore. She wished to tear herself open, to cut open her womb in her senseless frenzy, that the child half made might be destroyed and never be reared. She even lifted a sword, and thought to drive the blade through her bare chest with pitiless hand. Often she went to the cave of a lioness with newborn cubs, that she might slip into the net of a willing fate; but the dread beast ran out into the mountains, in fear of death, and hid herself in some cleft of the rocks, leaving the cub alone in the lair. Often she thought to drive a sword willingly through the swelling womb and slay herself with her own hand, that self-slain she might escape the shame of her womb and the mocking taunts of glad Artemis. She longed to know her husband, that she might dish up her own son to her loathing husband, childslayer and paramour alike, that men might say--‘Aura, unhappy bride, has killed her child like another Prokne (Procne).’” 

It wasn’t till she was very pregnant and near giving birth that she found out that it was Dionysus that had wronged her. How she found out was also deeply heartbreaking. Artemis at this time appeared to Aura to mock her for no longer being a virgin and being with child. It was also Artemis that delivered the news of Dionysus being the one that had raped her: 

“‘I saw Sleep, the Paphian's chamberlain! I saw the deceiving stream of the yellow fountain at your loving bridal! The fountain where young girls get a treacherous potion, and loosen the girdle they have worn all their lives, in a dream of marriage which steals their maidenhood. I have seen, I have seen the slope where a woman is made a bride unexpectedly, in treacherous sleep, beside a bridal rock. I have seen the love-mountain of Kypris, where lovers steal the maidenhood of women and run away. Tell me, you young prude, why do you walk so slowly today? Once as quick as the wind, why do you plod so heavily? You were wooed unwilling, and you do not know your bedfellow! You cannot hide your furtive bridal, for your breasts are swelling with new milk and they announce a husband. Tell me heavy sleeper, pigsticker, virgin, bride, how do you come by those pale cheeks, once ruddy? Who disgraced your bed? Who stole your maidenhood? O fair-haired Naiades, do not hid Aura's bridegroom! I know your furtive husband, you woman with a heavy burden. I saw your wedding, clearly enough, though you long to conceal it. I saw your husband clearly enough; you were in the bed, your body heavy with sleep, you did not move when Dionysos wedded you. Come then, leave your bow, renounce your quiver; serve in the secret rites of your womanmad Bakkhos; carry your tambour and your tootling pipes of horn. I beseech you, in the name of that bed on the ground where the marriage was consummated, what bridegifts did Dionysos your husband bring? Did he give you a fawnskin, enough to be news of your marriage-bed? Did he give you brazen rattles for your children to play with? I think he gave you a thyrsos to shoot lions; perhaps he gave cymbals, which nurses shake to console the howling pains of the little children.’ So spoke the goddess in mockery, and went away to shoot her wild beasts again, in anger leaving her cares to the winds of heaven.”

Eventually Aura went into labour, but refused to call out to any of the goddesses of childbirth. She didn’t call to Artemis for help because she hated her, and she didn’t call out to the the Eileithyiai (daughters of Hera) because she worried that “lest they as being children of Bakkhos's stepmother should oppress her delivery with more pain”. To make matters worse, Artemis actually did mare Aura’s labour worse so that it was even more painful than it had already been. “Artemis delayed the birth, and gave the labouring bride the pain of retarded delivery.” Aretmis also returned during the labour to taunt Aura. 

Eventually Aura gave birth to two twin sons, but despised them both as they were a living symbol of what had been stolen from her:

“And in deep distress beside the rock where they had been born, the mother in childbed held up the two boys and cried aloud--‘From the sky came this marriage--I will throw my offspring into the sky! I was wooed by the breezes, and I saw no mortal bed. Breezes (Aurai) my namesakes came down to the marriage of Aura, then let the breezes take the offspring from my womb. Away with you, children accursed of a treacherous father, you are none of mine--what have I to do with the sorrows of women? Show yourselves now, lions, come freely to forage in the woods; have no fear, for Aura is your enemy no more. Hares with your rolling eyes, you are better than hounds. Jackals, let me be your favourite; I will watch the panther jumping fearless beside my bed. Bring your friend the bear without fear; for now that Aura has children her arrows in bronze armour have become womanish. I am ashamed to have the name of bride who once was virgin; lest I sometime offer my strong breast to babes, lest I press out the bastard milk with my hand, or be called tender mother in the woods where I slew wild beasts!’”

She left the twins in the den of a lioness so that she might eat the infants. This perhaps would have succeeded “[b]ut a panther with understanding mind licked their bodies with her ravening lips, and nursed the beautiful boys of Dionysos with intelligent breast; wondering serpents with poisonspitting mouth surrounded the birthplace, for Aura's bridegroom had made even the ravening beasts gentle to guard his newborn children.” Dionysus knew that Aura would kill at least on of the children she bore him and so he tried to guard them. He even asked the nymph Nikaia, at the time of their birth, to save them saying “I beseech you, hasten to lift up my son, that my desperate Aura may not destroy him with daring hands--for I know she will kill one of the two baby boys in her intolerable frenzy, but do you help Iakkhos (Iacchus): guard the better boy, that your Telete may be the servant of son and father both.’

Eventually Aura does succeed in killing the twin of Iakkhos by eating him. She would have killed Iakkhos too but he was saved by Artemis as she was moved to action by how horrified she was at seeing a mother kill her own children: “The maiden Archeress [Artemis] was terrified at this heartless mother, and seized the other child of Aura, then she hastened away through the wood; holding the boy, an unfamiliar burden in her nursing arm.”

From here Iakkhos was taken to his father who delivered him to Nikaia who would be his wet-nurse. He grew up for a time in his father’s cult until he was delivered to Eleusis, to become a part of the Eleusinian Mysteries as leader-in-chief. 

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honestly i will never get over how fucked up everything that happened to aura was. like damn. artemis went really far to “avenge her honour”. like y i k e s.

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@withinycu​ ⟪ i don’t know my limit. ⟫

     where he’d been for months and months? no where in particular. some time here, some time there—a prolonged stint with the aurai in the mountains which bore witness to his glorious and cursed birth. he even spent time in eleusis. but here he was again in an attempt at playing house because that was all they ever did, wasn’t it? play like their dance of hot and cold was how things were supposed to be--the ideal union, if only for a short time. oh how he hoped to devote himself to telete truly and wholly. oh how he failed again and again.

but he would face her again, for the millionth time, amongst all his broken promises like shards of glass shattered around them. again he would try, for he loved no other as he loved telete. she who had the truest claim to him--before the aurai, before the eleusinian bakkhantes.

many belonged to him, Dionysus lateborn, but he belong to only one. so here he sat, in silence, waiting for her—calling out to her.

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The Song of Scorpions (2017), dir. Anup Singh

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Solitude (2014)

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mutuals like for a starter? i will try to get them up tomorrow after work!

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mutuals like for a starter? i will try to get them up tomorrow after work!

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@withinycu​ -- ⟪ where the moon goes, the sun follows. ⟫

     ⤚⇾ careful are the movements of her fingers as she cards them through her brother’s hair. eternal is their dance. together, apart, and then together again. they are binary stars, giving and taking--their gravity always keeping them on a near collision course.

"Everyone finds their way home eventually" she replies, gazing softly upon her brother.