' Defy your Fate ? '

[memeppoi]

몬헌하느라 그린게 없으니 페이트 엔솔로지 게스트로 참여했던 슈텐도지 올려봅니다😂 pic.twitter.com/X6KXuJAM2h

— 슈퍼뉴/supernew (@New_1028) February 5, 2018

[thewinedarksea]

mythology meme: demigods (3/8) — helen of sparta

in greek mythology helen of sparta, also known as helen of troy, was said to have been the most beautiful woman in the world. she was married to king menelaus of sparta, but eloped with prince paris of troy, resulting in the trojan war when the achaeans set out to reclaim her and bring her back to sparta. she was believed to have been the daughter of zeus and leda, and was the sister of clytemnestra, castor, and polydeuces.

the legends recounting helen’s fate in troy are contradictory. homer depicts her as a wistful figure, even a sorrowful one, who comes to regret her choice and wishes to be reunited with menelaus. other accounts have a treacherous helen who simulates bacchic rites and rejoices in the carnage. ultimately, paris was killed in action, and in homer’s account helen was reunited with menelaus, though other versions of the legend recount her ascending to olympus instead.

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Zeus: You guys have a death list? That is fucking dark. Am I on it?

The Moirai: Some days, we wish.

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❝ P O W E R ❞

undeniably gifted are that of the fates, able to weave life upon it’s entry to mortal realm, to measure it’s length && record the destinies which await, && inevitably to bring an end to each individual thread. however, how far does their power reach ?

contrary to belief, they do not WRITE each individual fate, deal out the good && ill which is bestowed to each individual man. they merely record && weave the preordained into the tapestry. whilst many pray to fate for favor, they have none to give. no blessing for a happy end. their profession is a repetitive cycle. each beginning the same, all which changes being the middle && end. 

it is not THEY which determine which threads to sever when. as they answer to only one man: zeus && his scales of destiny. it is these scales && how they weigh which determine if a mortal’s destiny has reached their end. && it is only their duty to cut the thread. 

but this is not to say they might not be without BLAME. as still they read the preordained, know the lives of each hero of every thread && the harships they all shall tread. the despicable things which will happen to them. && yet the fates remain SILENT. hermits in the underword --- more silent than the dead. they reveal these things to no god or man. so could that not also be FAULT in the end ? 

&& just as mortals so strongly believe, fate might also still yet be CHANGED. as the preordained is not easily tampered with, this is not accomplished by any small nor normal feat. twists in the tapestry are often caused by EXTRAORDINARY events && interference of a god’s hand. 

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" there is nothing i can do "

the song of achilles meme

❝ is that what you think ? ❞

innocent existence still barely woven off the spool --- && here he had yet resigned himself to the fate which was dropped within his hand. how sad. though she knew it to be true, that there was little that he could do to change any of it, she could not bear to see him so sad. 

❝ you can live. that is what you can, what you MUST do. live. && every day strive for your best. the universe shall cater to the rest. ❞

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Chronos:

“ They were usually hidden “ 

 Though not hidden enough as the mortals still perceived him to have feathered wings, what color they were, that was always questioned. The being glances back over his shoulder to see the fate. There is a link surely between fate & time, similar business just differing on how many work with them. 

   what color are they ?    such question is one which is not likely to come to pass. as it did no good to tell the blind what black nor white was. for they were born without sight && knew not how color could be seen other than through the eyes of mortal threads. no, instead their touch becomes light to the outstretched wing. careful not to agitate the other being.

❝ does that make thee capable of flight ? ❞

many gods were it seemed, though few without changing form into that of a bird.

[nyxanderebus]

Greek Mythology Series: Children to Nyx and Erebus

     The Moirai (Fates)               Clotho (The Spinner)               Lachesis (The Receiver)               Atropos (The Ending)

  Triplet Greek Goddesses (Daimonas) of Fate

The Moirai are the Goddesses of the Fates of Men. They determined their Fates using String known as the Thread of Life. Clotho spins the thread of life. This represents birth. Lachesis measures the thread, which represents the duration of life. Atropos cuts the thread of life, which represents death. They are sometimes known as the daughters to Zeus and Themis, but are more often known as the daughters to Nyx alone. They reside in the Underworld among the dead.

[indigostorm]

Mythology Aesthetic — The Moirai.

[dr-clairebearbisque]

Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos: the Moirai, the Fates

[books-n-quotes]

So far, about morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.

Ernest Hemingway, Death in the Afternoon (via books-n-quotes)

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the song of achilles meme

       i recently finished this book and it was just…so…beautiful, so i wanted to make a lil meme thing cause their were a lot of really great quotes & actions tbh. i thought it’d be nice to share ‘em and write ‘em out. change the pronouns to your liking ~

p.s. i kinda went over board so i put my favs above the read more and the rest ( more generic types of sent. memes ) under the read more. enjoy !

“ i will never leave ____. it will be this , always, for as long as _____ will let me. “

“ i would like to know how you are going to stop the losers from declaring war on you ? “

“ will you help me put the rest of my armor on ? “

“ we are finished here. “

“ do not leave. “

“ did you ever think of having children ? “

“ ___ is half my soul, as the poets say. “

“ I could recognize ____ by touch alone, by smell; I would know ____ blind, by the way ____ breaths came and ___ feet struck the earth. I would know ____ in death “

“ coward. “

“ ____ is a weapon. a killer. do not forget it. “

“ you can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change it’s nature. “

“ i do not plan to live after ____ is gone. “

“ philtatos. “ ( means ‘most beloved’ ) 

“ i could kill you still. “

“ i am sorry for your loss. “

“ name one hero who was happy. “

“ they never let you be famous and happy. “

“ let me bring you food and drink. “

“ i cannot bear to see you grieving. “

“ there are no bargains between lions and men. i will kill you and eat you raw. “

“ is it worth your life ? “

“ i hope that ____ kills you. “

“ get out. get out ! “

“ _____ is dead. “

“ i am buried here. “

“ we die so easily. “

“ you will not speak another word or you will be sorry. “

“ i wish he had left you to all die. “

“ if you have to go, i will go with you. “

“ i am made of memories. “

“ listen to me. “

“ i will not live much longer. “

“ you are a better man than i. “

“ i do not need to prove myself to you. “

“ are you calling me a liar ? “

“ i do not care. i will be dead soon. “

Keep reading

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@mutedbishop

   the mute     meet the blind. such cruel twist of fate. such silent resounding from direction of mortal child --- the fates knew only of her presence by the vague sense of a nearby thread. fingers deftly reaching around, stepping about the room in a lost manner until hands finally landed upon flesh. her hands are COLD as she holds the others. like marble left in the midst of a snow storm. 

❝ ophelia ...   that is your name, yes ? ❞

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( N O T ) Moirai:

     it as almost as if the other was trying to feel her way across the future’s face, however, fingers and tracing were soft, causing hues to close. while touch itself was strange, it was familiar in a sense. she could accept that. small exhale of breath, optics opening to gaze at the unfamiliar face who’s eyes had widened. so she saw nothing. “ and how is it, that you are verdandi, urd and myself? all three norns in that body of yours ? and yet here i stand, separate. ”

❝ past, present, && future. all thine are blank to me. ❞

she had no direct answer for the question which both of them shared. who are you ? how can this be ? the most of which, who are you to ME ? many conundrums which the fates of greece could not deign to understand. merely piece by piece take blinded steps to that which they seek.

❝ I know not why. perhaps just as we exist here && you there, one can possess more than one fate ? ❞

a concept that she had never accepted in the past.

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Unfortunate Mortal:

She was smaller than him, and yet that touch shot into his skin like electricity slowly weaving across his veins. He went pale. Graham has suffered through war, through murder. Even living, waking up to stare for hours at the stained, run-down ceiling of his apartment, a thought strung along the back of his mind. Made his fingers’ flex and unflex, until, fourty minutes later he finally rolled over to stand up. Graham opened his mouth, but nothing could come out.

“I…”

He only knew what was right in front of him. And this girl… was a phantom. She had to be, there is nothing else in the world that could condemn him so easily. His chest tightened at the dark, unknown years ahead.

“…Why? Why more?” Graham’s voice cracked under the pressure.

❝ why, you ask ? ❞

the question is light upon her tongue. echoes in the silence of this darkened room, her whispered tone only adding to the eerie atmosphere. she was as a specter which granted him with speech. blessed && cursed was this mortal man to mutter words with the goddess herself.

❝ because it is your FATE. such was the weight woven upon thy birth. beginning && thine end ... you think them to be coincidences ? captain thine ship. take hold of thy wheel. && yet still you will find fate not so easily changed. if you wish not for more suffering, you will have to do more than that to steer away from ME. ❞

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“i don’t think i’m the kind of person that can just… do that”

Insecure Sentence Starters

❝ it is for the greater GOOD. even the smallest of things could disrupt the balance of fate. ❞

the girl lectures, albeit soft as the chilling chaldean wind which brushed against their cheeks. the window was left wide open from the room with which they currently resided. blind fingers carefully outstretched toward the sill. allowing the smallest of spiders to skitter it’s way from her hand. rescue complete. 

❝ after all, such small thing could KILL someone one day. ❞

not likely.

[merosmerit-blog]

"It is you, the one behind Fate itself. Tell me, did you also foresee my fate as a Hunter? What I would do? Or was I outside of your 'jurisdiction'?"

❝ all fates I have written. all tragedies I tell. if you ask if I knew of you, turning your back on gehrman, then yes. that I did foretell. ❞

there is no emotion to her face. nothing of note to betray anything akin to guilt or remorse for having written it this way. every mortal was within her jurisdiction, && she could easily recall the huntress maria’s tale. no hand necessary to fall upon the face of the nightmare that spoke before her. such unfortunate soul. 

❝ the fishing hamlet, I believe. that was the day you decided your fate. ❞

[booksquoteslife]

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