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Sometimes I think about the Ugolino statue in the Musée d'Orsay where he's sitting, surrounded by his sons, gnawing at his fingers.
The way their hands all claw at his legs?? while he's clawing at his hands?? And you can just feel everything on each of their pained expressions- the hunger, the desperation. THE LITERAL REPRESENTATION OF DECISIONS EATING AT YOU
Currently thinking ab Traitor by Matthew Stover as a parallel to Dante’s Inferno
Both are about the main character going through the lands of the dead and emerging as new, enlightened people.
Vergere & Virgil are both guides through the land of the dead (their names are even similar!)
The embrace of pain is limbo
Lust, I don’t know, I’m looking for answers for this one.
Gluttony is the garden of the Dhuryams
Greed is the mouth/stomach/worm thing that those people are living in.
Anger is when Vergere ‘betrays’ Jacen to Nom Amir and the Vong warriors and he fills the room with force lighting
Heresy is when Jacen learns the truth that there is no light or dark side of the force
Violence is when Ganner fights hundreds of Vong at once.
Fraud is when Jacen fakes a defection to the side of the Vong.
Treachery is when Jacen and the world brain work together to subvert the Vong.
My main question now is, who are the three in the heads of the devil? One option is that the three are Jacen, Vergere and Nom Anor, as they are the three the book is primarily about, but this is the easy answer. Anakin Skywalker could be one of the heads, as he is famously a traitor, though he did not stay one his entire life. Jacen is likely one as well. Who else could be?
I just got done binging Wendigoon's old series on Dante's Divine Comedy, and I have to say, it really gave me an appreciation for just how awesome Christian writings, and by extent the bible really are. It's so hard to appreciate the cool aspects of Christianity these days because so many people in Gen Z associate it with right-wing politics and annoying preachers. It's much easier when you are allowed to take in these ideas without people pressuring you to believe a certain thing about it.
And sure, there are still many ideas I disagree with, but the ideals of virtue in helping others and the way it's explained in the Christian cannon are really inspiring to me. The reputation of Christianity would be so much better with secular people if there were more Christians willing to explain Christianity in a manner that wasn't so pushy and judgmental.
Anyways, I just felt inspired to write this post and put my thoughts out there. Check out Wendigoons videos on Dante's Divine Comedy if you ever get the chance.
What do you guys think is the most popular fanfic?
All I could come up with was dante's inferno, but I feel like there's something else
You will find a gate bearing neither thorn nor rose
Beyond it are fools who speak incomprehensible prose
A land of sulfur and flame
For sinners who deserve nothing but shame
Now listen well and have fear
Abandon all hope, all ye who enter here
- A poem I made for school
Im having so much fun overanalyzing unreal unearth in my fb account i fear that i might spam my moots with it
Local Italian crusader unwillingly teams up with a hyperkilling blue camera with legs to save his wife who got trapped in Hell.
(Artwork by kariwolf197 and requested by me)
I don’t know if this was intentional or not or if someone’s already pointed this out but when I saw the film, I noticed some similarities with King Ghidorah and Satan from Dante’s Inferno.
Both are three-headed demon kings who are trapped in ice, longing to escape. I satan’s case: the more he flapped his wings, the colder it got and the more trapped he became. I just thought it was an interesting parallel to have King Ghidorah encased in ice in Antarctica 🤔😎👌
y'all remember when dante wrote a fanfiction of the bible and then hozier wrote a fanfiction of said fanfiction?? iconic if you ask me
Just gonna throw this into the void:
Odyssey Odysseus would either be aligned with the stranger or the eye, even though I'm leaning more into the stranger due to the continuous shedding of his Identity and constant deception; Ulysses from The Divine Comedy would definitely be aligned with the eye for his even bigger want for knowledge (he literally got killed by God because he went were no human could, for him humans were made to constantly try to get more knowledge ("considerate la vostra semenza: fatti non foste a viver come bruti, ma per seguir virtute e canoscenza", translation: "Consider ye the seed from which ye sprang; Ye were not made to love like unto brutes, But for pursuit of virtue and of knowledge.")
#2
as i pass through the second circle,
i wonder ‘is this inferno able to hold all us sinners?’
‘will it ever be enough for the long lines of fools,
of the liars and the traitors?’
brimstone and basalt beneath my feet and in my nose; not an unfamiliar feeling
as i watch the souls devour each other
in reckless fury, passion
on the backdrop of a hurricane of blue fire, carbon on hydrogen
crashing bodies on bodies,
with the echo of the endless storm in my mind,
i feel burning nostalgia in my hands,
in my mouth
for our earthly time together, burning coldly
and slowly in the remnants of my mind,
already half eaten, empty
by Ugolino, hiding her half-eaten fingers from my blind eyes
we are all fools, i more than most
for willingly walking into a sulfuric hell,
and for letting myself get eaten, like roadkill
by a devil who could never be satisfied.
as i crawl my way down to the bottom,
the last circle, lust to treachery
to the icy depths of this menagerie of our creation,
i know that if there isn’t enough room for us
so i will make room
as i forced my stomach to give space in its tiny insides
for your ravenous hunger, too much for two.
i will make room in the bottom for us
to make sure the devil devours us both,
judas, brutus; they can watch
as He chooses which of us will be the greatest feast.
they will vote, of course, with their half eaten hands and minds, on whom will be ripped apart first
and be sure, my dear
they have not seen our insides, thawing and clawing
they can jest, but never know the extent
of the crime committed,
we may be frozen in the lake together, but
there is not enough space in this devils mouth for the both of us
your cold blood will serve as a better appetizer,
than mine, i will stand and watch
endlessly burning, endlessly waiting
for starvation to take its toll
on my soul,
ripped from my body.
-L
Think about it, both the Sonichu comics and Dante's Inferno star a self-insert traversing a fantasy land where half of the story is just the author (who, in real life, is an outcast/exile) depicting awful things happening to people they have some personal vendetta against. Both protagonists are even accompanied by a spirit guide (Virgil for Dante and Sonichu for Chris) based on the author's personal idols.
And, of course, both authors are incels.
“No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse the memories of joy” - Dante Alighieri
Not the new Hozier album making me want to reread the Divine Comedy
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 7
"Lila, why are still not in school?" Mrs. Rossi asked her daughter. "Oh, it's just that after Ladybug was replaced by Lady Luck the school couldn't possibly trust her, given the rise of more akumatizations," Lila replied smoothly. Her mother smiled and and nodded as she placed a kiss on the girl's head. "Alright, be safe here and I'll bring it up in the meeting. Tell me when the school will reopen again," her mother said as she took her leave.
However, the truth behind her it all was that Lila didn't want to see them all. She hated Marinette more because of what she had done. "If that bitch didn't kill herself I would've been living in luxury by now," Lila exclaimed, still blaming her for what had happened. She still couldn't accept that her tower of lies would fall down in front of her. "I hope that she'd choke on her respiratory," she says. "You couldn't do one thing right even when you're about to die. It's because of that damn cat that you're still alive," Lila continued to banter on how Monsieur Noir saved Marinette at the final second.
...
"Sir, Lila's anger has reached a devastatingly high level. Ever since Marinette's parasuicide she had become more wrathful and petty," Natalie stated. This made Gabriel smile wickedly at the thought. Ever since the death of his son he couldn't handle it any more. He akumatized Natalie in order to retrieve his son's body, which now lies with his wife's. His drive was twice more powerful now that he had nothing to lose at all, making him double the number of akumatizations.
However, he was still highly disappointed at the predicament of Marinette. She was supposed to be his masterpiece. She was going to be the one to guide him to victory, if it weren't for Lila's pets for going too far, he would have had her. Or if it weren't for that cat for summoning his cataclysm to destroy the akuma he sent for her. Although it had paved the way for a more malicious Lila Rossi that will likely succeed this time.
"Hmm, this is an absolutely wonderful predicament. Nothing better than a vengeful heart in need of help," he began. "Nooro, dark wings rise," he called as Nooro entered the brooch and powered his master.
"Ah, such a vengeful soul who only wishes for the rightful punishment to those who had wronged her. A perfect prey for my akuma. Fly away evil one and reunite with this toy," Hawkmoth stated as he released an akuma to Lila.
Lila, on the other hand, continued her anger tantrum by checking the Ladyblog only to find hate comments on her after Alya posted the truth and took down all her interviews. As she was about to throw her phone away, the butterfly immediately entered it taking control over her.
"Castigare," Hawkmoth greeted as a smile appeared on her face. "I'm giving you the ability to cast the suitable punishments to those who have wronged you in terms of Dante's Inferno. In return, as always, I ask for the miraculouses," he conditioned as Lila replied, "Of course Hawkmoth."
With that Lila was engulfed by the purple and black plasma and transformed her. Her hair stayed the same with an addition of a golden crown. However, her skin turned to ivory while her clothes were the typical skin tight costume with the colour of balconies and purple. Her gloves, boots and top are in the colour black, while the rest of it was purple. Her phone turned into a sceptre that she would be able to use against those who wronged her.
Looking in the mirror, Lila—Castigate smiled wickedly as she stalked out for her rebelling subjects. "First, François Dupont, next you, Marinette!" she declared as she laughed manically.
...
"Allan, Allan. Where are you? Come back before you hurt someone," Marinette called. "Did you find him on your end?" Felix asked Marinette as they met at the corridor. "No," she replied with worry. "I-I don't want to see him like that again," she said anxiously. "It's alright, we'll find him. Don't worry, Claude will know what to do like always," Felix consoled. "I'm sure that he would not try to possess anyone again," he added. "It's just that, I can't. I can't see that much sorrow in him. Not to mention how that girl almost died," Marinette began to panic.
"Hey," Felix said as he touched both her arms as she began to panic. "We'll find him. I know how spiteful he could be, but we have to stay calm. We don't want your heart monitor to go haywire," he added as he tried to calm her down. "I just, I just don't want anyone to get hurt. You know how he is when he realized what he had done," Marinette said as she slowly calmed down. "I know, depressed souls aren't the best to see," Felix agreed as they reminisced on how Allan had almost cut off the electricity and generators around two days ago, and because of that there were surgeries that were almost undone. It was terrifying, not to mention that almost all of their life support was cut off.
"Let's just wait for the rest to finish their side and see if they found him. Come on," Felix suggested as he guided her to a chair. Marinette nodded as she followed and tried to calm down her worrying mind. "Everything will be alright, I assure you. He'll have his temper tantrum for a moment, without any causalities, and calm down on his own," Felix consoled.
After a moment of silence Marinette decided to break it. "I wonder what it would be like if I died when I tried to kill myself?" Marinette asked out of the blue. "I'll probably never met you and you would go to heaven," Felix replied. "How sure are you that I'd go to heaven, I'm not a good person? What if I would end up like Allan? To wander the earth aimlessly waiting for my turn to crossover," she pondered. "Why are suddenly having an existential crisis?" Felix asked curiously. Marinette sighed and kept quiet as she waited for the rest of the gang to arrive.
"It's because you're a good person," Felix replied after a few moments. "What?" Marinette asked, wondering what he meant. "I know that you're going to heaven. You're a way too good person to even begin with," Felix added as he turned his head away from hers trying not to make eye contact with her. "You always put other's needs before yours. You're kind to everyone you meet and you always have a silver lining to those who are misunderstood," he continued.
"I'm more of a doormat than a 'good person.' I let everyone walk all over me even when I'm hurting. I mean look where it got me," she denied as she tucked her legs and hugged her knees. "I even feel responsible for Adrien's death. If I just took the high road maybe, maybe he wouldn't have been sent to America. It's too much of a heavy sin for me to think of going to heaven," she continued as she began to feel more of the guilt that's been eating her. "I-I just think that what if—."
"You are not responsible for his death!" Felix stated in a stern voice as he looked her in the eyes. He placed his left hand on her cheek as he wiped away the tears and made her face him. "It's not your fault," he said in a more comforting manner. "Remember that. Accidents happen, none of us meant for that to happen. No one expected it and no one is to blame. Mostly you, you did nothing wrong," he said in a soft voice that was now her rock during her distressed times. "You're too much of an angel to even be here. You care so much for everyone, but sometimes you neglect yourself. But you are a good person who deserves to live like everyone else. Please, don't stress yourself for thinking that you're not one," he added with a consoling voice as he took the girl into his arms and embraced her whole body.
Marinette buried her face into his chest as she sought comfort in his touch and words. She doesn't know if she regretted her failed suicide or not. She sometimes felt like if it weren't for it, she wouldn't have met them all, specially Felix. But she can't help but feel guilty, guilty that she's loving him more than she could've loved Adrien, not to mention that they're cousins.
The more that she's with Felix, the more she felt that Adrien was more of a fleeting crush and a brother like figure who would be there for her. Adrien is someone she could trust to catch her when she falls, someone who would trust her with his private life. But the life that she dreamt for them slowly faded when she found out that he was Chat. Chat is very much a brother to her. A brother who would be ready to defend her when someone wronged her or would not hesitate to tell her that she's wrong. It was probably the rush she felt when she found that they were the same person that she didn't realize that Adrien couldn't be more than a brother to her now.
Felix, on the other hand, after getting to know him these five days, she realized that he was more of an attentive companion than Adrien. He would always be there to comfort her and hear her out. He's ready to be there for her through thick and thin. He would understand her during her depressing moments, something that Adrien couldn't do due to his own situation. Felix helped her cope with her new state and guide her gently with care. He always challenges her, which made him more endearing, and he is equally attractive as his cousin. He also always knew the right things to say and would tell her to love herself more than what others did. He taught her how to be a stronger character and learn how to say no unlike others who just ignore that attitude, which got her there in the first place. However, they're both not exactly alive which could make their situation a bit difficult.
These thoughts continued to invade her mind as she buried her face deeper, wishing she could smell his scent to confirm more of her confused emotions. As Felix had one arm around her waist to keep her from falling as the other calmly brushed her hair and rubbed circles on her back. He, too, felt to same for her, wishing that they were both alive right now to make it feel more warm, than the cold that they felt from each other.
"We couldn't find him," Lindalee interrupted as she and Kenya arrived. Both of their heads turned to the girl's direction like a deer caught in the headlights. "Oops, are we interrupting something?" she asked with a giggle as they both grinned at the couple. Instead of pulling away, Marinette placed her head on his chest again and mumbled, "In a way." This made Felix blush lightly at what she had said as she sighed. "No, but do you have any news from Claude or Allegra?" she asked. "No, and Allan wasn't in any of our areas. I'm afraid he would be heading for the door," Kenya solemnly replied.
"This is bad, this is bad," Lindalee said as she began pacing. "Sit down Linda, before you burn a hole on the floor," Felix said as he patted the chair beside them. "I just hope that Claude finds him," Kenya said as she sat beside the two. "Don't worry, I'm sure that he will," Felix reassured the child. Not long after, Claude appeared with a displeased look on his face. Marinette looked at him to which he slowly shook his head no. This made her slump more at the disappointment.
"He wasn't in the morgue. I checked every container and observed the dieners to make sure he didn't possess any of them," Claude rolled as he ran his hands through his hair. "I always worry about him ever since he began his temper tantrums. I don't want him to regret anything he does in the end," he added as he looked at his friends who were already standing up as they looked behind him.
There, Allegra was running with all her might to reach them and stopped. Despite being ghosts, they still get tired since they're not really dead. Once she caught her breath she said, "I saw him. He, he." She continued to pant, still not getting used to running as a ghost. "He what? Where is he?" Kenya interrupted, since she always see Allan as an older brother. "He, he got out. I couldn't stop him. He stormed right out the hospital," she replied sadly. "I guess this would be a big one," Claude commented as he turned to look out the windows. "Big enough to not let us see him so dejected," Felix added as he looked down. "I hope that he'll just be in the cemetery," Lindalee piped up. "Yeah, he's more docile at cemeteries than anywhere else," Claude seconded.
Allegra sighed as well as she went to stand next to Claude. Both of them looking over the city of Paris. She looked over and tried to take in every detail of the city that she didn't appreciate until she was stuck in a hospital. But in the distance she could see something odd. It wasn't a building and she was sure that there would be no parades any time soon. But as she looked closely, she knew what it was and it was heading straight to the hospital.
dante namedropping left right and centre in inferno is so funny to me
went to the bookshop today to buy the divine comedy so I can get that sweet academic validation from understanding the unreal unearth references and damn the hozier fans been at it I could only find one copy on an otherwise empty shelf 💀
Check out my new blog post on Dante Alighieri’s The Divine Comedy: Inferno Canto 7! I’m committing to trying to do the 100 Days of Dante this year, so this is my response to the reflection questions. If you’re interested, please check out my blog post!