she/her | call me aiaia <3no 1. fan of @tbos-main’s wip, the blood of serpents (hi rori <3). narines supremacy
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I know I can’t shut up about this painting today so I drew it. ivan the terrible and his son ivan as kiva & rin and I’ve already explained why they’re so RAKAJHAHHAHAHAH
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
the house of atreus really has everything: cannibalism, matricide, fratricide, just plain old murder, incest, adultery, generational trauma, etc
i cant think abt elektra & orestes being twins for too long or ill fr start crying. like the thought of them growing up together, being the only ally each other has, growing closer than regular siblings, creating a world of their own through games & fantastic tales, only for elektra to have to send him away for his safety, renouncing to the little companionship she had in the house, feeling like she just got rid of part of herself, not knowing when or if orestes will ever come back... but doing it anyway cus thats her brother & she has to take care of him. she has to
the nearly incestuous role cassandra plays in the agamemnon. she's introduced in a way that suggests a role as agamemnon's bride, arriving at her new home, but agamemnon's actual wife is waiting for them in the traditional place of the mother of the groom, making her the mother-in-law of cassandra, who also bears a strong comparison to iphigeneia, clytaemnestra's actual daughter, in terms of bridal/virginal/sacrificial imagery. the exact daughter that clytaemnestra aims to avenge since she was sacrificed instead of wedded. BUT instead she kills her husbandson AND his daughterwife to boot to show she's beyond reason. killing both the transgressor and her reason for revenge. and then her son kills her. perversion and blurring of sexual and familial boundaries all around
Chrysothemis always gets left out in discussions of The Kids of Clytemnestra because she's easily overshadowed by the drama queen antics of the rest of her family and I always feel sad about that...Chrysothemis I'm thinking of u and how u taught yourself to bend under the weight of your family, rather than break or lash out. Not every child of abuse can hit back. Anything is acceptable in the name of survival. The pity and grief and anger and envy she felt towards Electra because Electra never pulled her punches, even when it was the smart response, the proper one, the one that might lead to some kind of future happiness. Chrysothemis did everything right; she kept her head down, she kept her mouth shut, she kept herself humble and obedient, but it would never have mattered either way, because she wasn't the heroine. The story wasn't hers.
Electra drives me insane she's really like. This family tree is rotten and so I am rotten but the rot will end with me. And yes the father that lives in my memory is a fantasy and a stranger to the man that really lived but he's dead and every memory of the dead is a fantasy. And yes my father did horrible things but he did those things because he had to, I have to believe he did them because he had to. And maybe if he had lived, he would have loved me and I am so starved of love that I will beg for it from the graves of dead men. Yes this woman gave birth to me and shaped me into the wretched form I am today. No she is not my mother. Yes I hate her. No I can't remember a time when she didn't hate me. Yes I am desperate for her to love me. No I would rather die than do something to earn her love. No I am nothing like her. Yes I look into the mirror and see my mother, and I hate her, so I hate me. Yes I believe my brother remembers and loves me and will come and save me. No I don't know what he looks like or if he's still alive. Yes I love my brother unconditionally. No I don't really know my brother. Yes I know my brother intrinsically because he is the other half of my soul. No I don't believe he's coming. Yes I love him anyway because I am destined to love men who leave me behind in this house. This house that has been built on the bones of my murdered family, killed by my family, and their blood has poisoned the roots. Yes this house is my home. Yes this house hates me, and what does it mean when your home is also your prison? Yes I want to leave this house. No I will never leave this house. Yes this house has always been haunted. I am the thing that is haunting this house.
MAKE A DISCORD ACCOUNT. alienarchivist and herines-harasaeon are more dedicated than you
no <3
hella told me to bully you to join the discord you need to join the discord I made the discord do you hate me personally? I lovingly crafted it for the tbostuals and you won't go anywhere near it I knew you hated me🙄
my finger is ON the block button
deer freak me out so im always going to draw them a bit fucked
one thing about me is that i will lose my mind about the personification of the house
chuuya’s role in bsd is so funny to me. you’re watching this show and every 10 episodes or so this pretty guy drops in, and he’s the coolest most OP guy in the show so he can really only hang around for a few minutes before he makes any conflict obsolete. and he’s supposed to be part of the villains but he never really does anything that evil and is mostly helpful? he just appears and does something badass and fucks off again. and this is all already really weird but also every time he shows up it’s clear that he and one of the other main characters have like, definitely fucked, which adds a whole other layer of absurdism. and the best part is he accomplishes this in maybe 11 total minutes of screen time.
magnus archives update 😐👎 I've been JON CODED
there are no words for this
magnus archive update!!! jon is so paranoid it's so funny to me. Like I have secret knowledge of where his relationship goes with martin so every time one of his "supplement notes" marks that martin is SusPiciOuSly AskInG how he's healing and if he's doing okay must be MALICIOUS is. quite an experience. also he's so so so paranoid about his coworkers he's literally OBSESSING and I should be worrying where this could harm jon since this is a horror podcast I can't help but laugh. this is the best thing ever I hope jon gets worse actually
the supplements are genuinely so funny. like ‘martin made me tea this morning. incredibly suspicious. I think I’ll stalk him’. no one’s doing it like him
remember when u opened ur inbox for the first time ever and within minutes i just sent ‘[redacted tbos character] dies’ and you weren’t allowed to tell anyone. bc that was so funny of me actually
remember when I made strangers an akutagawa song. wasn’t that funny
"Chuuya. Come to your senses. Our fate will not end in a place like this. Because you and I are destined to—"
@/kedreeva// ernest hemingway - the old man and the sea// death cab for cutie - summer years// unknown// unknown// lidia yuknavitch - the chronology of water: a memoir// richard siken - saying your names// taylor swift - gorgeous// unknown// victor hugo - les miserables// jeanette winterson - lighthousekeeping// sylvia Plath - lady lazarus// margaret atwood - power politics// tory adkisson - Anecdote of the Pig//richard siken - planet of love, wishbone// ethel cain - hard times// margaret atwood - variations on the word love
godddddd i cannot wait to see your reaction to yosano's backstory it's literally one of my fave backstories of any character ever. i genuinely think about 'you are too just' every day of my goddamn miserable life. like it's an INSANE quote even WITHOUT the context but my fucking god the CONTEXT??? it's just sooooo. yeah
this ask terrifies me what’s going to happen hella
god complex by violent vira btw
GOD I COULD TRY TO BE THE ONE TO BE THE ONE ILL TEAR DOWN THE SKY!!!!!
unfollow me now this is gonna be the only thing I'm gonna be talking about for the next week I've wanted "dabi's dance" animation for so long fuck what the fuck-
when ur talking abt headcanons w/ ur friend and they start typing for a really long time
right so dog imagery dabi is so insane and I tried to look up dog poems and all that came up was laika so yeah. ‘I know I will die but that is fine’ ‘she had so little time left to live’ ‘we kissed her nose and wished her bon voyage, knowing that she would not survive the flight’ ‘and they call me laika, but I'd just like to say that I was born little curly and I'll die with that name’ ‘the more time passes, the more I'm sorry about it. we shouldn't have done it... we did not learn enough from this mission to justify the death of the dog’ ‘surely they'll come to get me. surely they didn't love me all that time for this’ ‘I'm a halfway thing, more bullet than dog’ ‘laika to ground control I miss you. if you would come out here and pet me I swear to dog I'll be good, never bark again’ ‘what you’re about to do will live on forever even though you’ll be dead and gone’ ‘I took the collar off I’m holding my own leash and walking myself outside this door. I don’t think I want to be a good dog anymore’ oh I’m feeling SICK he was raised to die they don’t expect him to come home they both quite literally BURNED UP! even a parachute would’ve shown that they cared. but they don’t. don’t sink in me with your dog teeth don’t sink in me with your dog teeth don’t sink in me with your dog teeth
once again me and aiaia remain on a very weird niche radio wave yet our frequencies are perfectly matched like YOU GET IT i went through sooo many title ideas before settling on dog teeth for the touya wip and like yeah it's the ethel cain of it all but there's a REASON dog days is one of my top ethel songs ever like dog imagery, specifically teeth, is so so compelling to me and laika is just the beginning. like touya is so laika coded he's a failed experiment he's an uncomfortable tragedy he wasn't worth the progress he accomplished he's out of sight out of mind. but it's more than that. dogs as the ultimate symbol of obedience, of submission, yet existing at once as symbols of aggression. we took this wild animal and made it palatable to the point its predecessors would tear it to shreds. we took this wild animal and filed down the claws and pulled out the canines and told it to sit and be good. sit and be good and be silent. we kill them when they bite. they are a lesser creature begging at the dinner table for attention. you walk a fine line between god and animal, dont sink into me with your dog teeth. i get mean when im nervous like a bad dog. they are animals burdened with our own moral system that we forced on them but they are animals and i think the fascination i have with dog teeth as a theme specifically is that they are the proof of it. a dog can lick your hand and sit when told, it can be good, but inside its mouth are teeth made for tearing. even a good dog bites. even a good dog kills. sometimes they do it in an attempt to be good, placing a bloody carcass at your feet. a dead bird, neck snapped, teeth stained red. they do not understand our human horror. they dont know why we're shouting. you must learn to love, to love always and love entirely and to be wounded by nothing so much as the violence of your own love. you must learn to be confused but never disappointed by a deficiency of love. You must give up your children and not know why. you must lose yourself wholly in activity; you must never feel an itch that you do not scratch. you must learn how to wait at the foot of the bed and hope, silently, that somebody is drunk enough or lonely enough to invite you up, and you must learn not to show your excitement too much or overplay your hand. if you want to be a dog, you must learn to believe that you are not in fact a dog at all. we forced upon them a language of love and never taught them fluency. they stutter over too-sharp teeth and mispronounce old instincts. we made it so the only thing that mattered was if they were a good dog or not, anything else was irrelevant. do not bite the hand that feeds you. do not question the person that owns you. and the tools that are the very essence of the real animal are pulled out. i will remove all my teeth because i want to remain kind despite my anger. spitting love past bloody gums, never ever getting enough to be sated.
sending you this too. for that damn ask you sent to hella. you know the one
don’t call me out like this
