ARTEMISIA I

For glory's sake, war!

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*  A MIXTURE OF AHS ASYLUM PROMPTS , CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .

‘ Do you think I’m full of shame and regret for what I’ve done now, Sister? ‘

‘ Mental illness is the fashionable explanation for sin. ‘

‘ There is no God. Not a God who would create the things I saw. ‘

‘ Your story about little green men? That won’t do here. ‘

‘ They weren’t human. They were monsters. ‘

‘ All monsters are human. You’re a monster. ‘

‘ Let me give you fair warning: I’ll always win against the patriarchal male. ‘

‘ I’ve dealt with bigger monsters than you, ______. ‘

‘ I have a cucumber in my room. But not because I was hungry. ‘

‘ Might we speak privately about the conditions here? ‘

‘ Conditions? What conditions might those be? ‘

‘ Bend me over a bread rack and pound me into shape! ‘

‘ Please. I just want to feel the sun on my skin. I’ll do anything. ‘

‘ You’re a dirty little slut with a poisonous tongue. ‘

‘ The times may have changed, ________, but the nature of evil has not. ‘

‘ I admired her purity. Her innocence. I never had any, even as a boy.  ‘

‘ Now? But the Christians are about to be eaten! ‘

‘ You tried to fly away, so I had to clip your wings. ‘

‘ Are the police pursuing a case against him? ‘

‘ Just a moment. Where are you getting this information? ‘

‘ But there’s mounting evidence that this man is a war criminal. ‘

‘ When I was a child, I’d come home after school to an empty house. ‘

‘ I certainly hope you’re not blaming yourself. ‘

‘ Skin to skin contact. That’s what I was craving, that’s what I was missing. ‘

‘ When they arrived here, these patients were less than men.. ‘

‘ Now, because of me, they’re more than human. ‘

‘ I know everything. I’m the Devil. ‘

‘ I come when I’m called. That’s what I do, _____. ‘

‘ What do you take me for, an idiot? Huh? ‘

‘ You might expect to remain in irons for the rest of your life. ‘

‘ Are you ready for me? ‘

‘ Well, I don’t want to be in your shitty picture, then. ‘

‘ Rubies are the most glamorous of all. ‘

‘ I knew someday I’d meet someone who was worthy of their exceptional beauty. ‘

‘ Look how beautiful they are on me. They bring out the rose in my cheeks. ‘

‘ I don’t believe in God. But I do believe in evil. ‘

‘ So you’ll spend the next couple days here, reflecting on your behavior. ‘

‘ How can I reflect when my hand’s tied down? ’

‘ There’s going be some changes around here, starting with that. ‘

‘ If you’re not going to tell me then I’ll just have to find out for myself, won’t I? ‘

‘ Just remember if you look in the face of evil, evil’s gonna look right back at you. ‘

‘ You don’t have any idea of what I’m capable of. ‘

‘ So I guess you’ve had a pretty great life, huh? ‘

‘ It’s about to end. You get that, right? ‘

‘ Babycakes, I’m only just starting to toy with you. ‘

‘ You’re one tough cookie, you know that? ‘

‘ Every time I think about her, I wanna do things! Bad things! ‘

‘ I want it burned down and the Earth salted! ‘

‘ I’m goddamn plucky, remember? ‘

‘ At the very worst, I’ll live a long life in prison. ‘

‘ I’m clearly insane. I’ll be institutionalized. ‘

‘ God knows, there are some disturbed individuals behind bars. ‘

‘ You have no idea what it means to have lost you. ‘

‘ Why didn’t I listen to you? Why was I so stubborn? ‘

‘ Should I confess and walk away from my beloved Church and my dream? ‘

‘ You think they’d allow you to continue your barbaric practice? ‘

‘ I’m struggling with whether I should renounce my vows. ‘

‘ I tried to resist, but I don’t know where else to turn. ‘

‘ They’ll take you, open up your head, and stir your brain with a fork. ‘

‘ She’s destroyed you. And now she’s destroyed me. ‘

‘ They tied me up and paraded me in front of a judge. ‘

‘ Are they family heirlooms? ‘

‘ I don’t want to be any part of your damn lie. ‘

‘ I can either cut your throat or I can strangle you. I don’t believe in guns. ‘

‘ I’ve succeeded beyond my wildest imagination.  ‘

‘ And her skin, even after I removed it, was cold. And stiff. ‘

‘ Normally, by now, I would’ve removed the skin and head. ‘

‘ You can begin by kissing her cold lips. Don’t worry. She won’t bite. ‘

‘ You’re gonna write about this. You’re gonna win a Pulitzer Prize. ‘

‘ I just want to go outside for fifteen minutes in the sun. ‘

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alexsexklaus:

female awesome meme: [2/5] warriors → Artemisia I

Artemisia I was the queen of the Anatolian region of Caria. She is most famous for her role in the naval Battle of Salamis in 480 BCE in which she fought for the Persians and distinguished herself both for her conduct in battle and for the advice she gave the Persian king Xerxes prior to the onset of the engagement. Her name is derived from the Greek goddess Artemis, who presided over the wild and was the patron deity of hunters. Every ancient account of Artemisia depicts her as a brave and clever woman.

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                                  Just a  p u p p e t  on a lonely  s t r i n g                                   Oh, who would ever want to be  KING?  

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fatefulrider:

Achilles’ spear twirled to his backside, leaning forward just a bit as a smile crossed his rather intimidating aura. “Then where are your beliefs, show me them. Every warrior fights for a purpose, for themselves, their people, a flag, honor? Where is yours?” He swiftly exchanged the swings and jabs, shaft of the spear acting with precision befitting that of a demi-god standing as a man right now. 

“As you wish.” The air changed as she shouted and he answered, the quick jabs and swings pushed off as his spear spun, rotating up with a serious of blows to the other’s swords, every mark lower than the next and endless is pressure. Finally moving so that the shaft would batter their wrists, arms, end of the pole jammed into her gut to launch her back once more.

And like a predator he chased, sure he was not the fastest servant right now, instead he was the fast man alive who could sprint across the battle in strides. Following with the spear threatening to strike forward, yet opting for another crushing punch to the recoiling other’s ribs. To end this, as she had so challenged.

♦     Artemisia snarled as he continued speaking of beliefs, asking her where her beliefs lay --- WHY should she tell him? Why should she tell him anything!? Presumptuous! Greeks were always so damned presumptuous and arrogant! She loathed them! She loathed him! She loathed that she had filthy Greek blood in her veins!

She fought ferociously as he answered her challenge to him, doing what she could to keep her swords up with his spear and slowly failing to do so until his weapon struck her arms and wrists, actually knocking her swords from her hands and entirely disarming her as the shaft of his spear struck her middle and she was once again battered backwards off her feet --- But in a remarkable display of speed unlike that of others, Achilles had caught up too quickly, and Artemisia watched his fist as it recoiled and burst forth to crash into her ribs; she could almost hear the bones breaking behind her black armor, shattered shards cutting into her organs --- immediate and severe pain followed as she fell onto the earth.

Her arm was thrown over her middle and Artemisia heaved for breath, her back arching. She coughed  and thought she tasted blood --- had he really shattered a bone? The fallen naval commander rolled to her side, looking out at the mirage sea, at the glint of her swords fallen beyond her reach. Should she summon her bow to her... ? Artemisia reached an arm out where she lay to pull herself to her swords, but pulling herself across the sand caused debilitating pain in her rib cage. She pushed her hands against the sand and tried to push herself up on trembling arms. At this point, she was a sitting duck, if he wished to kill her, he could --- for all intents and purposes, she had been defeated, but Artemisia still strained to continue.

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The fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemed to glow around her like a flame.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via books-n-quotes)

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fatefulrider:

“Wrong!” Achilles spear brushed off another attack, twirling to keep pace as the other switched their attacks up, both blades drawing back to return towards his legs. His spear stabbed into the ground to block one as he reached forward, adeptly shifting to dodge the cut and grab her wrist. 

“Heroes inspire, legends are heroes who’ve died. You praise the one who walks with you as a hero, you call the ones who’ve passed legends. We stand on the ground where heroes walked to bring hope to many thrust into a war they did not know, and legends laid to rest for the price they had to pay. Do not….” He shoved off her other sword with his spear and delivered a forward kick into her gut as he let go of her wrist. 

“Call these heroes simply men who wished to fight for fame, fame was merely an ideal among many others. By the time these men became heroes, became legends, they fought for more than the idea of fame. For country and family, surely despite your life. You know of this, faith in your own beliefs and self.” Spear pointed at her, the Greek hero’s usual easy going nature was replaced with an impending aura of intensity. As if he himself, pressured the area like the entirely of the invading Greek army.

♦   Artemisia was yanked to her feet when his hand caught her wrist, and she gave a sudden and sharp groan, watching him closely with cold eyes as he had stopped her motion entirely with such a simply grab. It was strange for someone to be so close to her sword and not harmed, but as long as he held her wrist like that and blocked her other sword with his spear, there was little she could do but listen to him, held up as if by ropes. And as he kicked her in the abdomen, she fell backwards onto the earth a good deal away from him, catching herself there with her hands, swords kicking up dirt from the beach. 

Her hair was askew and falling into her face, her eyes burning with sudden fire to kill the man in front of her. He spoke of heroism, legends, and war --- she should know to listen to him, to listen to Achilles, but years and years of prejudice towards Greeks spurred her to only hate his words. He was overwhelming --- even on this battlefield, where he claimed that they may have an even match, he was more than man. She pushed herself back to her feet, glaring at him as she readied her swords. 

“You assume my beliefs lay in country and family...,” she spat back quietly, returning to him in a blaze of blades, sharp swings and lightning jabs of her short swords, locking his spear between her blades to pull him closer to her, “Of all the Greeks I have faced, YOU are by far the greatest --- but do not lecture me on ideals, Achilles. You remind me far too much of Themistocles --- he, too, was a Greek whose heart lay in poetry and hope.”

And suddenly---

“Come now!” she shouted at him. “Defeat me, Achilles! Fight me! If you are half as great as my father taught me, then I should be dead at your feet already!”

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vicitiixa:

♦   Like for a starter of varying lengths.

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♦    Pass around or like if you would interact with a Fate series’ original character based on Artemisia I of Caria, the legendary ancient Greek naval commander who fought against her fellow Greeks time and time again in service to Xerxes I, the Great King of Persia. 

Rider class. | Rules. | est. 01 SEP 2017.  

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fatefulrider:

Achilles stood waiting, allowing the other to take in the scene that lay before them. A part of him smiled towards her own reactions, as if she’d been giving the ability to see the truth with her own eyes. “Its a shame but we cannot visit the city, only this location and a few others to battle.” He announced, spear at the ready the moment she moved forward.

He kept light on his feet, when a sword struck he gave room and pulled his spear back, twirling it around to swing back at the other side and blade, deflect one, smack the other. It was well within his human abilities to do, well within his skill to battle many swords at once. “The sand at our feet, where many heroes have walked. Fitting is it not?”

♦   Artemisia was moving as swiftly as she could, striking with measured strength to ensure that she could last longer than only a quick duel --- each time his spear deflected one sword, her other sword was only a split-second from also attacking. It was rare to face a spear-wielder capable of fighting two swords at once. Although she was focused entirely on her blades, he seemed relaxed enough to speak casually about the beach. It drew a determined grin from Artemisia, albeit, her words were harsh.

“Heroes...? A man or woman who acts with only fame in mind. I used to tell my men that heroes have no place in my navy. Heroes always die in the end,” she answered him brusquely, each strike angled in an attempt to draw blood from his arms, his legs, whichever were closest to her blades’ edges. She withdrew her blades and spun to gain strength from speed, landing on her knee to attempt to slash at his knees with both of her swords at once.

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♦   Origins. Artemisia was a young child when the city in which her family lived came under attack by Greek soldiers. Whether or not it was a part of a war was unknown to her, as she was only anywhere from four to five years old at the time. Soldiers butchered her entire family before her eyes, and took her as a captive before selling her to slavers. She spent the following three years as a captive in the belly of a Greek slave ship, routinely abused in a multitude of ways, until she was finally cast aside in a port city, broken and silent. 

Near death on the side of a city street, a Persian emissary found the young Greek girl and took pity on her. The nobleman, a former general with no wife or heirs, took her in as his own daughter. He clothed her, raised her, and trained her in the arts of war as he would have if he had had a son. Her adoptive father was close to King Darius, and she was educated in combat by the finest warriors and generals the Persian army had to offer. Artemisia was taught day in and day out, and she absorbed it with ease. Even at that young age, she had nothing on her mind but vengeance against the Greeks who slaughtered her family and abused her for years. Artemisia grew highly skilled at swordsmanship and archery, and her natural gifts with military tactics, both at land and on sea, earned her a meteoric rise through the ranks of those allied with the Persian empire. It was said that she was a better killer than the men that Zeus created, a thought later repeated by Xerxes I upon seeing her at the Battle of Artemisium.

At an unknown point, she married the king of Caria. The king of Caria died very soon after their marriage, and she assumed the throne after him. She became the rightful queen of Halicarnassus, and the nearby islands of Kos, Nisyros, and Kalymnos.

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Never underestimate the stupidity and recklessness of a man under the influence of infatuation.

seachranai (via wordsnquotes)

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fatefulrider:

“And even better yet, above all this how about I show you the legendary city of Troy as thanks.” His spear was pointed at her, mouthing its name from his lips as the area around them changed into that of his duel reality marble, its image the sands of the beaches of Troy, the city looming in the distance.

“Now you do not face the divine Achilles, immortal to all attacks. You face Achilles, the greatest Greek warrior in a true to honest duel. Whoever strikes a good blow will win this match, and the field will return to Chaldea. So home at me to kill, less this spear strike you down too effortlessly.” He set himself up, Spear twirled behind him. Another battle, another happy thing for him, and it showed on his face.

♦   His initial words were met with gently furrowed brows and parted lips, the serious woman at a loss for what he could possibly mean. Show her the city of Troy? Those ruins that people claimed were a part of the legendary city? Again, as pragmatic and shrewd as she was, she had never believed that the stories were true, but...  ---- as their surroundings fell and gave way to... beaches... 

The fresh scent of the Aegean filled her nose and she took a deep breath to taste the salt, lowering her arms and looking around in shock... and upon sighting... what was evidently TROY... in the distance... in its glory... she could have fallen to her knees. Artemisia took a few steps towards the city in amazement, something hardly ever seen on the cold blooded queen. She never wanted to be proven wrong, but... This was something else... ... She had turned entirely away from Achilles to gaze upon Troy, her mouth hanging open slightly, wonder and disbelief in her cold eyes. She was actually going to fight Achilles on the beaches of Troy. Her adoptive father would have laughed. He would have laughed and then told her to keep her eyes on him.

The gray haired woman turned back to Achilles and slowly regained her composure. This was all extremely disorienting for her, of course, but... If he had truly shed his divinity and immortality for this duel, then he was just a man. No longer a son of gods, but just another ordinary man, standing in her way.

He was using a spear. That was fine. She had fought and killed many spearmen in her lifetime. She had to refrain from thinking of him as Achilles. It was too... if she were to be honest with herself, intimidating. He was just an opponent. With her short swords, it would be difficult to bypass the length of his spear, but with relentless ferocity, all men backed down and faltered at some point. Right. Okay. Without a second to lose, Artemisia rushed forward, a quick slash to his spear with her right sword to occupy its attention, and a jab towards his stomach with her left, and the duel had begun.

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"Biomancy magic. A very underrated one if I must say so, no one really cares for the plant stuff till its crushing them."

@flowering-magi.

♦   “… I see…,” she answered her Master, standing up from where she had been leaning closer to examine the plant and her Master’s magecraft, a contemplative hand on her chin. 

She gave a long hum… and turned to leave, waving her hand dismissively. “Consider ways to weaponize your magic and we shall use you to your full potential.”

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Pokes her. "I grow tired of this silence. Is there not something more productive we could be doing then waiting?"

@kinglyduty.

♦   Artemisia turned her sharp blue eyes to the spot on her side where the king had poked her, lashes lowering in discerning contempt as she brought her gaze to the king’s own face. That was… an immature and disrespectful way to garner her attention. Artemisia did not have the tolerance for that kind of behavior, but she needed the Saber and would permit it this one time.

“If you wish to hunt down enemy Servants on your own like a hound in unbecoming impatience, you may do so. Go. Go right now. I do not chain you to my side, Saber, I am not your Master — Go…!” she answered gesturing to road that lead out of the large empty park.

“Otherwise — we are waiting for your Master’s enemy to come to us. You say that Berserker’s Master knows your Master and will undoubtedly come. We stand better against Berserker together, for more reasons than one, but if you cannot wait, then go.”

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The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.

Kate Chopin, The Awakening (via books-n-quotes)