like there are so many fun medieval hair and headgear options, it's so boring just seeing loose beachy waves meant to appeal to 21st century beauty standards
put that hot prince in a gay little hood with an ostrich feather or so help me god
Primordials, Ouranos and Gaia - the honeymoon period
Titans, Kronos and Rhea
In some versions of the myth, Ida and Adrasteia were two nymphs whom Rhea entrusted to raise Zeus. Here, they are the daughters of Melisseus, a demigod of honey and beekeeping. Making them bee nymphs, which I thought was so cute.
a/n: thinking about little boys who think you’re so pretty and have no concept of respecting a boyfriend’s boundaries so he hits on you out of plain innocence and it pisses your boyfriend off
you’re both waiting in line for ice cream when you feel a little tap on your leg.
you look down and there’s this tiny boy with giant eyes staring up at you like he just discovered divinity.
“um… i got this for you,” he says, offering you a dandelion he probably ripped from the concrete outside.
you melt. “aww, thank you!”
isagi, behind you, internally short-circuits.
he’s literally frozen. stuck between that’s adorable and i am losing my woman to someone who can’t even tie his own shoes.
the kid then goes, “you smell really nice. like flowers.”
you’re smiling, giggling, glowing.
isagi is drowning.
he tries to play it cool, placing a hand on your waist – very much a subtle “mine” gesture.
the child does not care. he is unstoppable.
“do you wanna sit next to me? my mom said i can share my sprinkles with someone i like.”
isagi’s going mad internally like bro, please, i beg–
when you say, “that’s so sweet!!” isagi’s eyebrow twitches. HE CAN SHARE SPRINKLES TOO WHY IS NO ONE ASKING HIM.
ice cream arrives and you insist on giving the kid a thumbs up. isagi gives him a thumbs up too, but it is not friendly.
it’s that “i’m watching you, twink” look.
after the kid walks away, isagi sulks for a whole minute. “you know… adults can give you flowers, too.”
you laugh and kiss his cheek. he brightens instantly.
he will now be bringing you flowers every week because he refuses to lose to a first grader.
itoshi rin
y’all are in a bookstore. rin is in his element, browsing quietly while you flip through a journal with flowers on the cover.
suddenly a tiny boy steps in front of you like he’s about to propose.
“i like your hair,” he says, dead serious. “it’s really pretty.”
rin’s head snaps up so fast he might’ve pulled something.
the boy continues: “you smell good too, like cookies.”
you’re trying so hard not to giggle.
rin is staring at this 3-apple tall threat like, there is no way this is happening.
he literally steps closer, resting a hand on your lower back – subtle, but very move along, kid energy.
“do you wanna read with me?” the boy asks, holding up a random dinosaur book.
RIN HAS NEVER HATED DINOSAURS MORE.
you tell the boy kindly that you’re with your boyfriend, and rin expects the kid to back off. but no.
“he can come, too. i don’t mind sharing.”
rin’s jaw drops.
bro is two seconds from lecturing a child about boundaries.
instead he scoffs and mutters, “unbelievable.”
the boy eventually waddles back to his mom, waving at you.
you wave back.
rin does not wave.
later, rin quietly slips the flower-covered journal into your hands.
“here,” he mumbles. “since you like pretty things.”
he is reclaiming his boyfriend title immediately.
itoshi sae
you’re walking through a fancy shopping district. sae is holding your hand, sunglasses on, looking like he’s ready to spend money just to get rid of inconvenience.
then… the moment: a tiny boy runs up to you with a mini chocolate he clearly begged his mom for.
“you can have this! because you’re really pretty!”
you accept it with a soft smile. sae stops walking.
he looks at the boy. then at you. then at the chocolate.
¿perdón?
“thank you,” you tell the kid.
the kid beams. “i can buy you more chocolate when i grow up!”
sae is immediate like ………… no.
he puts an arm around your waist, leaning in to murmur, “you’re encouraging him.” his voice is flat, but you can hear the irritation simmering.
the boy then tries to hold the door open for you when you enter a store.
sae also tries to hold the door open.
you walk through the middle while your boyfriend and a six-year-old compete like it’s the olympics.
the little boy says, “my dad says i should treat pretty girls special.”
sae’s eye twitches.
you thank the boy again and his mom finally drags him away.
sae immediately mutters, “he’s too bold for someone who can’t even reach the counter.”
as you browse, he buys you a box of expensive chocolates and places it in your hands.
“don’t eat the one he gave you. eat these. they’re better.”
you laugh, “are you jealous of a kid?”
“i’m annoyed,” he corrects. “there’s a difference.”
nagi seishiro
you’re both at an arcade because nagi wanted to win you a plushie without sweating or trying too hard.
suddenly a little boy approaches you with a soda he can barely lift.
“my mom said i can give this to someone i like,” he says proudly. “and i like you.”
nagi blinks slowly. he genuinely can’t tell if this is real or a side quest.
“oh, that’s so sweet,” you say, helping the boy hold the soda so he doesn’t drop it.
nagi watches you kneel down, all soft and smiley, and he internally goes: ugh… adorable… but also kinda pissing me off… what the heck…
the kid then gestures to the basketball arcade machine. “do you wanna play with me? i can win you a prize!”
nagi squints. “she already has me for that.”
you elbow him lightly, but he’s dead serious.
the boy tries anyway and throws a ball that barely reaches the rim. he misses.
nagi steps beside you, yawning, then casually sinks a perfect shot without even looking. “see? easy.” (this is the pettiest flex he’s ever done.)
the boy still tells you, “you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”
nagi makes a noise like “tch…” and nudges your shoulder.
“i tell you that all the time,” he mumbles.
eventually the boy leaves and nagi wraps his arms around your shoulders from behind, leaning his full weight on you.
“don’t like it,” he murmurs.
“don’t like what?”
“people stealing my attention.”
yep, he wants all your cute reactions to himself.
mikage reo
you two are at a café waiting for your drinks. reo is flirting, being the cutie he is, tucking hair behind your ear like he’s in a k-drama.
then a small boy walks up holding a sticker sheet.
“um…” he says shyly. “i wanna give you a sticker. because you’re really really really pretty.”
you gasp. reo freezes mid-hair-tuck.
“aww, thank you!” you say, choosing the sparkly star sticker. the kid grins from ear to ear.
reo steps beside you, smiling too, but visibly twitching. “wow, that’s so nice. she is pretty, isn’t she?”
the boy nods aggressively, then turns back toward you. “i can share my cookie with you, too!!”
reo’s like please do not accept that cookie i swear to the heavens–
you decline gently, but the kid still stands there, staring at you like you're magical.
he then asks, “are you a princess?”
reo suddenly kneels down to eye level with the boy, smiling sweetly, but with big brother menace.
“she’s my girlfriend, actually.”
the boy: “oh.”
reo: “yeah.”
“… can i still give her this dinosaur sticker?”
reo sighs internally. “yeah, buddy. you can.”
after the kid leaves, reo immediately sticks the dinosaur sticker on the back of your phone case.
“now it’s ours,” he says, kissing your cheek.
he is determined to reclaim every single cute thing that child gave you.
bachira meguru
y’all are outside at a food truck festival, and bachira is happily forcing you to take bites of everything he bought “so we can share flavors like soulmates.”
then a little boy toddles up holding… a rock. not a pretty rock. a rock.
“i found this for you,” he says, absolutely earnest. “it’s cool. like you.”
you take it because you’re NICE.
bachira gasps. loudly. dramatically.
“baby… why does he get your rock acceptance privilege? i gave you a rock one time and you told me to ‘stop picking things off the ground.’”
you’re giggling and patting the kid’s head while bachira is staring like he’s been betrayed.
“so she likes his ground trash, but not mine? girl whatever.”
the kid then goes, “you have pretty eyelashes.”
bachira immediately leans down, eyes wide: “i have pretty eyelashes too. look. look at them.” he blinks aggressively like a deranged butterfly.
he kid is starstruck by you though, so he ignores bachira completely.
bachira clutches his chest. “he didn’t even look… i blinked so hard…”
when the kid waves bye, bachira waves too, but in that i’m pretending not to be passive aggressive way.
later, he asks, “so… if i give you a rock again, will you like it now?”
you’re like “if it’s cute, yeah.”
bachira returns ten minutes later with a heart-shaped one he hunted for like a pokemon.
shidou ryusei
you and shidou are walking through the mall, hand in hand, when a tiny boy sprints up to you like a missile.
“HI!” he yells. “YOU’RE SOOO PRETTY!”
you smile, and shidou’s entire face darkens like thunder forming.
the kid holds up a gummy candy. “do you want this? it’s my favorite!”
you’re like “awww,” and shidou is like “IF YOU EAT THAT I’M THROWING UP.”
the child then ADMITS HIS FEELINGS: “when i grow up, i’m gonna marry you.”
shidou BURSTS into laughter. not nice laughter. evil laughter.
“oh yeah? how tall are you planning to be, champ?”
you smack shidou’s arm like “stop bullying him,” but he’s already crouched down in front of the kid like a disney villain.
“listen little man… she’s taken. by me. the guy who can bench press your dad.”
the kid goes, “i’m not scared of you.”
you almost choke trying not to laugh.
shidou is offended. “WHY NOT???”
“my mom says boys with pink hair are nice.”
shidou stands up slowly…
“i take it back. this child is EVIL.”
once the kid leaves, shidou corners you to the wall like, “say you love me more than gummy-boy.”
you say it just to get him to stop being dramatic.
karasu tabito
you’re at a convenience store grabbing snacks. karasu is behind you making snarky commentary about every brand you pick up (“really? that one? bold choice.”).
a little boy holding a juice box walks up, cheeks puffed. “you have a pretty smile,” he says to you.
you thank him, and karasu is immediately like: “bro, yer like five. focus on yer ABCs.”
the kid BLINKS. stares dead at karasu.
“my mom says i can compliment people.”
karasu folds his arms. “yer mom didn’t say ya could flirt with people who are taken.”
you’re laughing, but the kid is so brave. “i’m not flirting. i just think she’s pretty. prettier than you.”
karasu steps in front of the door instantly. “no, ya can’t.”
you’re like “tabi baby, he’s a child.”
“and children need boundaries.”
the boy eventually waddles off, but not before sending a last admiring glance your way.
karasu leans in, whispering, “don’t look at him. look at me.”
“you’re really fighting for your life against a toddler huh?”
“he started it.”
kaiser michael
you’re in a perfume store testing scents. kaiser is pretending not to be jealous every time you say “ooh this smells nice,” because he wants to be the only thing you think smells nice on earth.
a tiny boy approaches, clutching a sample paper strip.
“this smells like you,” he says proudly.
you take a sniff – it smells like vanilla. you smile.
kaiser internally is going off: NO. NOPE. UNACCEPTABLE.
the kid then goes, “you’re really pretty. i can hold your bag if you want!”
kaiser takes your bag immediately and throws his hair back like a peacock. “she’s good. thanks.”
the kid stares at kaiser’s jacket with admiration. “are you her brother?”
kaiser nearly drops dead. “BROTHER????”
the kid blinks: “you don’t look like her boyfriend.”
kaiser kneels down to stare him down eye-to-eye.
“i am exactly her boyfriend. the best boyfriend. the world-class boyfriend. what do you mean I don’t LOOK like it?”
the kid shrugs, “i dunno. she’s prettier than you.”
kaiser looks like someone just unplugged his entire soul.
you’re dying. absolutely wheezing.
kaiser turns to you like, “stop laughing at my enemy.”
later, he buys the perfume the kid gave you and sprays it on his neck. “if you like that smell so much, you can like it on me.”
ness alexis
you and ness are in a cute café, peacefully sharing a pastry while he’s telling you random fun facts he learned online (“did you know octopuses have three hearts?”).
then a little boy walks up shyly holding… a tiny origami crane.
“my sister taught me how to make these,” he says bashfully. “i wanted to give you one because you’re pretty.”
ness freezes.
origami?? PRETTY?? COMBINED??
“oh wow,” you say, smiling. “that’s so sweet!”
ness is like “wait– i make origami too. look!”
he pulls out a napkin and starts folding it at lightning speed, panic mode activated. when he’s done, it looks like a… blob.
the kid: “what is that?”
ness: “…… a bird.”
the boy then tells you, “you’re like a princess.”
ness nods aggressively: “yes she is. MY princess.”
the kid doesn’t care. “do you wanna see my drawing?”
ness tries to look, but the kid literally turns the notebook away so only you can see it.
ness is SEETHING.
once the kid leaves, ness sighs dramatically. “i can make a better crane. i swear it. just give me paper that isn’t a napkin.”
you pat his head. “ness, baby, you’re adorable.”
“i’m not adorable.”
“you’re very adorable.”
he melts instantly.
“When I first saw the original painting, I began to do some research on that little boy. I could find everything I wanted about every other detail in the painting, but there was nothing about him. No history. And so I wanted to find a way to imagine a life for this young man that the historical painting had never made space for in the composition: his desires, dreams, family, thoughts, hopes. Those things were never subjects that the original artist wanted the viewer to contemplate. In order to reframe the discussion, I decided to physically take action to quiet [and crumple] the side of the painting that we’ve been talking about for a very long time and turn up the volume on this kid’s story. And that’s the reason why I started that painting.”
Via Artnet News 2019/03/27
also a lil fun fact Abt him: he can walk and stand without his cane for a certain time period but mostly relies on it cuz it helps him with his balance (cuz his tail is slightly broken at the tip) and walking while dealing with chronic pain.
