Electra - Blog Posts
Tethys: Titaness, daughter of Uranus and Gaia, wife of Oceanus and mother of the Oceanids. She was also Hera’s foster mother during the Titanomachy.
Styx: Oceanid, Zeus’ ally in the Titanomachy, mother of Nike, Zelus, Bia and Kratos. She’s the river that separates the Underworld from the living, and the one Gods swear their oaths upon.
Metis: Oceanid, the embodiment of wisdom and cunning, Athena’s mother by Zeus. She helped Zeus free his siblings and was his counsellor during the Titanomachy.
Electra: Oceanid, she married the sea god Thaumas, and one of her kids was Iris, the messenger of the Gods. I drew her hair like that because her name derives from the word ἤλεκτρον, which means amber, and amber can acquire a static electricity charge.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ancient Greek Religion & Lore Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Iasion & Electra of the Pleiades(Ancient Greek Religion & Lore) Characters: Iasion | Eetion (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Electra of the Pleiades (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Harmonia (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore) Additional Tags: Parent-Child Relationship, Mother-Son Relationship, Family Reunions, Reunions, Iasion was made immortal, Iasion is Persephone stepfather, Iasion is not Zeus’s son, Mentions of Demeter, mentions of Persephone - Freeform Summary:
Iasion had not been to Samothrace before, at least not that he could remember. He had a memory from a long time ago, of his parents saying he had been born there when his mom was visiting someone, but he had not seen it since he returned to Crete with his mom not long after. It..made him wonder why he never came back to the place after he met Demeter, remembering that story, even if he had a good idea why that was when he thought about it now, especially after so long since that last time he was there, he thought as he looked around him at the place he first entered the world, back when his parents were still around, even if Dardanus wasn’t yet, back before he had to watch his dad die, get separated from his mom and brother, figuring he would never see them again, all because of the Crooked one. Those thoughts made it pretty clear why he stayed away from this places until now, why a part of him just wanted to leave and go back to the family he had now, but he had to know if what he heard was true, and he had to see if it was true, on his own.
This image is actually from 2021 and is more of a proof of concept rather than a full proper recreation but It still shows of my Marina sim (I would get a proper CAS picture of her like i’ve done with other sims of people I made but some of the CC I used got deleted and I’ve been too lazy to replace it so)
I love trying different styles and seeing how they work for me. Needless to say, I like the one I used for Victoria a little bit more than Electra’s, but Exotica’s is okay. I’m not keeping these though. I drew them for my aunt, along with several others I won’t be posting because I did use styles from actual artists I looked up and don’t wang to take credit for the work they did that I just redrew.
Robert Icke, Oresteia (Act Three). went to the trouble of transcribing this for one of my silly little comic web weaving posts but u guys can see it on my main too i guess <3
ELECTRA: Dad. You used to sit right there.
AGAMEMNON: I did. Family meals. Your mother's custom. Still going.
ELECTRA: We're not the model family of the modern major general. But then we weren't that when you were here either.
It's strange that you aren't here.
AGAMEMNON: You'll get used to it.
ELECTRA: I haven't yet.
AGAMEMNON: You will.
ELECTRA: It feels like minutes. I know it's been longer than that.
AGAMEMNON: This is it now. This is doing things fatherless.
ELECTRA: I just thought that.
AGAMEMNON: Like father [like son].
ELECTRA: I sharpen my pencil fatherless. I pour a glass of wine fatherless. I don't drink it fatherless. I hear a song fatherless that I used to [like] --
I feel absolutely nothing at all.
I imagine a conversation with my father fatherless. The colour of it stains my head. It echoes. It stays with me. Whether or not any of the words were ever spoken, it's the realest thing that happens all day.