his lyre.

Drawing Apollo makes me happy :3

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When I die, I want Death to greet me as an old, childhood friend - unknown yet so familiar, intimidating yet so comforting. I want Death to take me gently by the hand, whisper in my ear, "It'll be alright," and help me stand to my feet as I walk towards a new life - a different kind of life - in a place I may have seen in a dream once.

I hope Thanatos greets me, in my final moments, with the softness and sweetness of an old friend. To me, that is peaceful. And it's so beautiful that he is so willing to provide such comforts to humans in their official transition from one plane of existence to the next. How kind, how compassionate, how admirable.

Hellenic cheat sheets

Art by Leonid Ilyukhin.

As a devotee and worshipper of both Apollo and Dionysus, I find the contrast in this artwork mildly comical.

I mean, you look at Apollo's side and it's so pristine. All the muses are beautifully dressed and involved in something productive or academic. Apollo is actually seated with some sense of authority. It's a very beautiful scene.

And then you look over to Dionysus' side...

... and the fucking tree is on fire.

No one is fully dressed, tits out everywhere, everyone's drunk, no one is doing anything remotely productive, Dionysus is lounging around half naked.