[lacrimosatism]

the devastated ivan exhibits remorse by holding his offspring, ilya repin. she/her, 24 years old. multifandom, focusing on tragic subjects represented in paintings or detailed in texts. literature, quotes and interpretations fascinate the admin. tr*gger w*rnings shall be written. minors DNI. follow with caution because of mature and d*rk themes.

[roadmotel]

Aiskhylos tr. by Anne Carson, An Oresteia; “Agamemnon”

[lacrimosatism]

different paintings and literature that represent the oldest king's inner garden.

inspiration from the marvelous @volterran-wine

ambitious hands desperately gripping pages, or elegantly opening books. the mansuetude, the beauty, the respected limits of hands. it's visually appealing. those finest details remind the mourner of the lovely didyme, enlightening the journey with few readings in ancient greek, tracing lines on his face before whispering sweet promises in the dark. unfortunately, fate's not always delightful, and those oils on canvas embellish his solitary room, specifically placed above the headboard.

ferdinand keller, lady with absinthe, the withdrawn posture represents a gradual isolation, heading towards an unknown destination. contextually, it's about the wrenching results of inebriation, but only the loneliness emanating from the painting captures the king. he relies this gloominess to böcklin's tomb, highlighting the aftermath of emptiness, wanting to meet a quick departure from this reality, like the isle of the d*ad as the outstanding voyage towards the mysterious atmosphere that emanates from the isle. greenery landscape is an obligatory part in those artworks. then a reference to the king's imagined future of the volturan empire since, the course of empire des*lation : historically speaking, monarchy weakens before per*shing. ironically speaking, caius gifted him this masterpiece. nobody knows the lachrymose king meditates with this painting in front of him to foster his gr*dge.

vita sackville-west, in your garden, passionately engrossed in different aspects of gardening, hanked to write this piece [...] truly useful for a mourning king to improve his gardening skills or plunge in this vast knowledge to avoid his lugubrious reality he's forced to endure. the mention of blooms reminisces the king of this opulent painting the roses of heliogabalus in 1888, delving in the unfortunate fall in hedonism that the emperor willingly nurtures and is unapologetically amused by the impending pred.caments of languors of virtue, attempting to smo.ther those inebriated revelers with only flowers. pulchritude's therefore masking the forthcoming horr.rs, directly attracting the volturi king's temporary interest in understanding one's enjoyment in others' woe. the little quote from the land reminds him of didyme's warm loveliness.

maxfield parrish, the young king of the black isle, highlightening the ongoing melancholy of a royal youngster who's permanently humiliated by his queen after knowing her romantic affair with a low-ranked paramour. the context is here, alas the background's nowhere fascinating or sufficiently thought-provoking in the oldest king's morose eyes. only the resignation displayed in the weary posture ( languishing on a throne, the obvious fatigue after enduring too much ) reminisces him of his actual melancholy that either leads to hebetude or pure vindictiveness. the wrenching sensation that emerges from loss alone is nameless.

dreaming of another world, the haunting flashbacks of didyme's misfortune. the ever-lasting grudge beyond a tomb of ashes, instilling uncertainty in aro's jumbled memory palace. didyme's not a ghost-like appearance who utters incoherent lines, her tragedy alone overwhelms, her name's forbbiden to be pronounced. her sudden departure's etched in aro's restless mind, leading him to play lacrimosa by wolfgang amadeus mozart. lachrimosity, flowing in veins and emerging in quarters to strengthen anger, couldn't disappear, moving the pawns on his gambling table and the requiem's inversed : it's filled with notes that highlight an undeviating grudge teetering on the verge of expl*ding.

tragedy befell, often expected in a kin's ambituous hands. royalty always get its unfairness. the endless political schemes meant to overthrone kings or to ameliorate the unfortunate state of a nation by revising people's moralities stay frequent, inspiring writers or artists to denounce numerous sacr*fices expected from royals or hide them by praising the imperial greatness. accountability is unknown in the wealthiest castles. the oldest king acknowledged it, but never embraced this wayward norm, law and discipline are the main pillars.

the depleting hours of mourning and widowhood lead the king to pray for an eternal sleep, rejecting the opportunity to bloom anew or to forgive. but for the king, journeys need to be enlightening, unfortunately the motivation's zero. the intellectual force's reduced, apathy quickly dominates, the past whimpers, the madness lingers near the threshold. his uncaringness frightens or intimidates others, but lures profound respect without voicing anything. the king exhibited ophelian m*dness, frowning in privacy before looking at the balcony... not to admire the garden, but to join the other world and be eternally united with didyme. and it's worrying in aro's eyes, letting his brother frequent isolated zones with pure hebetude and thr.atening m*dness. the standing reaper-like apparition on the paper is exactly how the king's seen when the face of his beloved occupies his mind. nobody approaches him, helpless at the sight of his ever-lasting tr*bulation.

linked to stefan zweig's chess game, ensuring the improvement of wits, the strategies in politics and reinforcement of laws without flaunting authority because hubris is not welcome in the coven. except for aro. now, for the oldest king, this mental game's refreshing, imagining each pawn's usefulness and fostering the vindictiveness since didyme's trag-dy.

[terpsikeraunos]

ancient greek word of the day: ὀμβροκτύπος (ombroktupos), sounding with rain

[lacrimosatism]

pictures chosen as tools for inspiration.

[lacrimosatism]

the forlorn volturi king, governed by emptiness.

painting, unknown artist - gut symmetries, jeanette winterson - beautiful writing, unknown - bl*od of a poet, jean cocteau - from coffin heart ? bury me, fatima aamer bilal - painting of a hand, unknown - artist's struggle for integrity, james baldwin - illustration ( probably inspired by stefan zweig's book chess game ), unknown - hangover square, john brahm - canon descriptions of marcus volturi, twilight - painting, unknown - the young king of the black isle, maxfield parrish - white oleander, henry wadsworth longfellow

[lacrimosatism]

the forlorn king

the young king of the black isle, 1906.

Του έψησε το ψάρι στα χείλη. imagine wandering in different territories for years, recognizing the ever-changing flow of humans' originality that builds kingdoms, hailing their dough for conquests, innovating the art of lying to overthrone unobjectivable nations by utilizing religious misinterpretations to assuage the egos, walking on soils that regularly expect the defunct and fabricating instruments that provide turmoils for the neighbors. life's unpredictable, not antagonistic. souls gnawed by ambitious pursuits, helplessness devours. all those ingredients for more gains, and righteousness is forgotten, that's what upsets the volturi king : between eying historical divergences and plausible alternatives to solve issues, he finally realized that pax or εἰρήνη was his utmost noble commitment, dedicated to implementing laws and epitomizing mercy in trials as one of the three founding leader. caius wanted to set a government and aro relied on political knowledge to establish order while using his greed to never feel entrapped by boredom. but was it really just about peacekeeping maintained by rules and disciplines ? it's when didyme unveiled those lies, but her resistance was futile, encountering her own kinsl*yer. it's when everything changed.

Πίσω έχει η αχλάδα την ουρά. tragedy focused on mortals' guilt that brushes redemption, improving the capacity of questioning what envelops humanity. poetic musings warned them about the jeopardy of letting naiveness rule their actions well-known for disastrous results, especially in shakesperian plays. and the oldest king understood it : the lover's defunct.  this wrenching realization was followed by ire, trembling fingers caressed didyme's unrecognizable visage, and then... just acceptance. he was oddly silent for a moment, preferring isolation to digest the news. but the king was not just floating in grief. he reminisced aro's horr.fied expression that bordered on mourning, and caius swiftly gathering the weeping queens. maybe they know. from dealing with upsetting feels that encumber one's spirits to suspecting the involvement of his fraternal leaders in his partner's demise, the king grew withdrawn, assisting his brothers in their unfinished tasks but solemnity obliged him to eye his longetivity as a heavy weight, he obviously abandoned the idea of healing — even pushing away the lovely suplicia's gentleness. returning to his solitary bubble where a game of chess quells his despair was his favorite activity.

κραδίῃ έπιτέλλω άνίας. to witness the exceptional improvement of this monarchy was satisfactory but the oldest king refused to lionize anyone, his grievance far wide-reaching to concern himself with political accomplishments. others rejoiced, dancing in joy and feeding their unbashefulness. this ambiance was too encumbering for a modest and lachrymose king. it's when gardening became a fruitful liberation. relaxing on the fine bench, admiring the greenery landscape, embracing solitude while picturing didyme's warmth in his dec*ying heart. nothing matters anymore. it was a grave error to understimate a melancholic soul who plunged in old-fashioned ways to occupy himself.

greek proverbs &. their meanings here. third quote about sorrow. main inspiration for this post is the dear @volterran-wine.

[terpsikeraunos]

ancient greek word of the day: ἀνεμοσφάραγος (anemospharagos), echoing to the wind

[aneurins-barnard]

ANEURIN BARNARD as DANIEL SOLACE 1899 Episode 7 The Storm

[glaciergore]

wishing all sad haunted welshmen* on cursed 1800s ships an appropriately gloomy evening

*fine, fine, blokes played by welshmen. honourary welshmen

[vampressart]

[theunfortunate-author]

my daily affirmation as an author

[localbookshop]

Jean-Paul Sartre, The Selected Essays

[annebrontesrequiem]

If Harriet Shelley has a million fans, then I am one of them. If Harriet Shelley has ten fans, then  I am one of them. If Harriet Shelley has only one fan then that is me. If Harriet Shelley has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is against Harriet Shelley, then I am against the world.

[rmelster]

Me too.

[charnel-grounds]

Arnold Böcklin (1827–1901) - Isle of the Dead, "Basel" version, 1880

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Isle of the Dead Arnold Böcklin

[ferigrievance]

consuming mass amounts of media related to my hyperfixation isnt enough i need to eat it