Ragnarok!

Hey, what do you think about Medea? I know people portray her as a cruel witch but I think she never had someone besides her than her aunt; Circe. She really deserved to be happy, right?

This is the story of the wicked villain’s daughter who whispers in the hero’s ear and teaches him how to overcome every trial. Through her magic she transmutes the most insurmountable labor into triviality, she foils the villain’s pursuit so that her father cannot catch them in their flight.

(she chops her brother into pieces and casts the pieces to the sea, so that her father’s fleet must be hindered dredging up every bloody portion so that their king might bury his son)

She is wise, and she is good, and she is wonderful, filled with wonders, and the story never thinks to ask:

Why, with all her knowledge and her power, in all the years before the hero came, did she do nothing to curb her father’s wickedness?

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When Medea excoriates Jason for his betrayal, he snaps back in retort:

“You exaggerate your favors,” he sneers. “Should I thank you? Did you act purposefully? Or was it not the shafts of Eros, as Aphrodite willed, that compelled you to save my life?”  

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Medea loves her children dearly, and she kills them, and in that she is beyond compulsion.

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We might ask instead what purpose Jason served in the story, if Medea and the Argonauts accomplished all his feats for him. Did Jason on his own slaughter the six-armed Gegenees? Did he know how to withstand the fiery breath of the Kolkhis Bulls? Did he know the dangers of sowing the dragon’s teeth, how to lull the sleepless dragon into sleep?

Could he have outplayed the sirens, killed the bronze man Talos on his own initiative?

What was the point of him, then?

(the answer is: it was his story)

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When Medea returns to her home of Colchis many years later, after all the unpleasantness with Jason is well and done, she discovers her tyrannical father has been overthrown by his brother Perses, the new king.

Unfortunately for her, this is no happy ending. Perses hopes to purge her father’s bloodline and eliminate all other claimants to the throne.

So, she kills him.

(she is good at that, killing family)

It was said that when the Golden Fleece was removed from Colchis, so too would the king be removed from his throne. Medea returns, years later, and kills her uncle and restores her father to the throne, and the old wrong is finally set right.

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The dead are all still dead, of course.

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After Medea kills her brother, the gods demand she must be cleansed.

The Argo sails through storm and hellish steam and darkness, and finally docks at Circe’s island. Circe slits the throat of a piglet, stains their hands with its blood. The hearth fires blaze bright, and many cakes are brought out to be burnt as offerings to Zeus.

“There,” Circe says afterwards. “All done.”

Medea sits next to her on the polished chairs, looking at the thin dark line of pig’s blood still beneath her fingernails. “I don’t know that I can ever be cleansed of this.”

Her aunt smirks. “Too bad,” she says. “Ceremony’s over. You are.”

“I just -” she says, and looks towards the Argo where Jason is waiting, and feels her throat close up with emotion. “I feel like I’m going insane. I don’t know what I’ve done. I feel like I would do anything for him.” 

“The only morality in the world is love,” Circe says. “Everything else is mere ambition. Falling headlong into someone else’s story, and selfishly living out your own.”

“I helped kill him,” Medea says. “I killed my brother.”

“He was hunting you down. They would have killed you both, if they caught you.” Circe looks meditatively into the fire. “The gods have done worse, for worse reasons. Zeus, the Cleanser of Sins, once tried to devour his own daughter.”

They are silent for a time. The fire crackles cozily, and the burnt fragrance of cake hangs in the air. “I don’t deserve any of this,” Medea says.

“Ah, that’s the cruelty of it.” Circe sighs. “You are part mortal and part divine, a truth unto yourself, consequence unmoored from judgement.” She lays a hand over Medea’s. “You don’t deserve a damn thing.”

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When Medea kills her children, she weeps.

(but she has wept before, and gone on to do more wickedness, and so tears are neither salve nor salvation)

After her children are dead, Helios sends down a golden chariot from the heavens to carry her away, to carry away with her the bodies of her children, so that she might bury them with her own two hands in Hera’s sacred grove, safe from any further indignity or harm.

(as a sign from the gods, this might be taken as approval)

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This is how Medea’s story goes: Time passes and wounds slowly heal. She falls in love again, and has another child. She falls into old habits and once again tries to kill her lover’s son, but this time is unsuccessful. She is forced to flee, and at last returns to her father’s kingdom. She kills her uncle. More kinblood is shed.

Her son Medus grows up to take the throne, and he is so renowned in conquest that the Aryans rename themselves the Medes, in his and his mother’s name.

He is her darling son. She loves him dearly.  

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This is a happy ending, perhaps.

Lmao I would do the same

“Because you are alive, everything is possible.”

— Thich Nhat Hanh

I made a short MAD focusing on my Hera song is “Will” by Ayaka Hirahara

I swear when I planned the story and title, it had nothing to do with this song…O_o

but the more I listened to this song, the more “Hera” images appear in my head.  I only have time to create a short version using existing drawings… I really hope one day I can add a few more simple animations.  (I gotta figure out how to make better videos first though…@u@lll )

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MYth x Will *MAD（マッド）is what we call a video combining manga/ animation and music.

The Fall of Jason Grace (An Actual Ballad, Written By Me)

Fallen from on high, the Sun sinks into night.

With the daughter of the harvest, golden blades cut through the darkness.

Silent is the voice of Fate, the fallen god the Beast awaits.

The son of storms his life did give,

‘Gainst the madman, ‘gainst the rest,

‘Remember!’, cried the Pontifex.

One last time, blue eyes did close,

Of he honored as great among heroes.

The broken Sun remembered his face,

Swore not to forget, the Fall of Jason Grace.

The one who burned Rome lives again,

The mighty Python waits in his den.

Closed be the lips of the seers,

Awakened are Apollo’s ancient fears.

Demeter’s child passed the test,

Subjected to life’s weary unrest.

The son of storms his life did give,

'Gainst the madman, 'gainst the rest,

'Remember!’, cried the Pontifex.

One last time, blue eyes did close,

Of he honored as great among heroes.

The broken Sun remembered his face,

Swore not to forget, the Fall of Jason Grace.

Apollo’s lover returned from the grave,

Fire’s child, Calypso did save.

New Hercules is rendered blind,

Heroes quest for the lady who binds.

Revealed upon the throne of Memory,

Bodies shall plague the camp by the sea.

The flaming hero rides off once more,

The Sun heads south for vet'rans of war.

The son of storms his life did give,

'Gainst the madman, 'gainst the rest,

'Remember!’, cried the Pontifex.

One last time, blue eyes did close,

Of he honored as great among heroes.

The broken Sun remembered his face,

Swore not to forget, the Fall of Jason Grace.

The white horse rider is alive,

Intent on stopping the fallen god’s jive.

In the desert’s scorching haze,

Love is lost in the Burning Maze.

Through sacrifice for his friends and the land,

The prince of Lightning’s final stand.

The son of storms his life did give,

'Gainst the madman, 'gainst the rest,

'Remember!’, cried the Pontifex.

One last time, blue eyes did close,

Of he honored as great among heroes.

The broken Sun remembered his face,

Swore not to forget, the Fall of Jason Grace.

The daughter of love goes bravely on.

Child of harvest and fallen Sun,

Seek the daughter of war,

To open a soundless door.

Promised to the fallen one,

Apollo remembers and journeys on.

The son of storms his life did give,

'Gainst the madman, 'gainst the rest,

'Remember!’, cried the Pontifex.

One last time, blue eyes did close,

Of he honored as great among heroes.

The broken Sun remembered his face,

Swore not to forget, the Fall of Jason Grace.

Certainly the things I needed to observe this August.

Saturn, Moon and Jupiter (Aug. 29, 2020)

What can people say? We are always waiting for things to happen, and boom-nothing really happens at all!

The most powerful thing you can do right now is to be patient while things are unfolding for you.

“You inspired me. For that, you are worth every inch of love I had to give.”

— Bianca Sparacino, Seeds Planted in Concrete (via thoughtkick)

OMG The city of echoes sounds thrilling! Idk why but I feel like there are many parrallel stories in myths for these two... I love your other fics too but this one already hunted me down😭

introducing you to: all my WIPs

It’s the second time I’m writing this post because tumblr hates me and deleted it for no reason. Ugh. So, since I have to put some order in my brain, I’ll list here all of the wips I’m currently working on. But here comes the funny part: you get to choose one of these, and I’ll start working on it as soon as I can—and you’ll get a dt when I post it here and on ff.net. Also yes, you got it right; this is basically a way to make me start working on them faster. Here we go.

Olympus (chapter 5). If you know me and have read some of my fics, you probably already know what I’m talking about. If you haven’t, “Olympus” is a bookshop AU, in which Reyna is the owner of a cute second-hand-books shop in San Francisco, and Jason is just some guy who happens to be maybe a little too in love with the shop (and its owner).

Sugar paper (chapter 1). You’re probably so sick of me talking about this fic. This is the fake dating AU I’ve been talking about for months, perhaps?, but never wrote. I’ve already started writing the first chapter, but I don’t like it at all, so I think I’ll just delete all I’ve got and start again from the beginning. Anyway, it features Percy, Nico, Jason’s and Reyna’s families and the fabulous Hazel Levesque.

The three times Reyna fell in love with Jason (and the one time she didn’t). If you think this title screams angst, you’re totally right. Slightly—highly, actually—inspired to my shitty love life, this fic is set in the canonic universe, and takes place before HoO. I think the title is pretty self-explanatory, so I won’t give you any details; only that New Rome plays a huge role in this fic. Oh and it’s a one-shot.

Rewrite the stars. Rey is going to hate me because I promised I’d write this ages ago and I still haven’t begun. This is a Star Trek AU in which Jason is the captain of a starship, and Reyna is his cold, stonefaced, calculating first officer with Romulan origins. When he asks her out for dinner, she has to remind him of the Code they had agreed to respect back when they were at the academy. Also a one-shot.

Illicit affairs. Obviously inspired by Taylor Swift, because how can you be a jeyna shipper and not listen to Taylor Swift. In particular, this fic is going to be a three-shots based on her new album “Folklore”’s teenage love triangle. In fact, this is not exactly jeyna. It’s more a study of the Piper/Jason/Reyna love triangle in the books. Mhh I don’t know if I’m ever going to write this anyway, so let me know.

The city of echoes. I’ve been thinking about this idea for the last week and I’m so in love with it. The subtitle is “All the times Jason and Reyna came back to each other”; the main plot takes place after ToA, but I want it to have as many flashbacks as possible. This one is going to be hot and sweet and rude, all at the same time. Both smutty and angsty. It’s mainly based on the myth of Phosphorus and Hesperus—the morning and the evening stars—, always thought to be so apart, and yet being the same thing. Exactly like Jason and Reyna. Three-shots.

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You can't go back and change the beginning but you can start where you are and change the ending.

— C.S. Lewis