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[randomgreekfandomspals]

Y/N: I hate you so fucking much

Y/N: You're so annoying

Eurylochus: ???

*later*

Y/N: Hey best brother ever

[inviernitosfrios]

Today: Toxic brothers in arms, tomorrow? Who knows. . .

[starweaverblog]

Apollo and his Muses ✨

[ephemeral-roses]

@sapocipo found a frieze depicting women interacting with the Cupids and said someone should draw one of the poses as Aphrodite and Eros, so I locked in.

I don't think my version of Aphrodite would hold him like this at all, and it's not canonical to them, but it's still funny to draw.

[celestial-fang]

Hi everyone, I’m making this commission post on behalf of @heavenblanket who is in Iran and cannot access tumblr for now but desperately needs work. Please consider his beautiful style!

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Comms open! Details below

Hello, I'd hoped to open my commissions after really honing my skills during the war but from the looks of it things are only going to get worse so I'm opening now to save up some money.

Digital painting

Portraits + simple background : 70$

Bust + background: 120$

Illustration: 250$ - 450$ (range due to complexity and details)

Traditional painting

Materials: oil paint

Price range: 500$ - 800$

Watercolor: 120$ - 520$

✅ I will guarantee the highest quality of work within my skill range, materials I possess and knowledge.

✅ Most familiar with darker subject matters and I can take erotic commissions if I know your age, but I enjoy a wide variety of subjects.

⚠️ Artworks may take a long time to both finish and deliver due to internet and general instability in my country.

⚠️ I cannot guarantee and give you a time for when and how you'll receive the physical oil painting. Iran is heavily sanctioned, going through a war and all methods of shipment are risky.

⚠️ Oil paintings take a long while to both finish and dry fully to be cured, be patient.

⚠️ I'm unable to touch the money I receive till I'm out of the country. There's an extremely low chance something happens to me and in that case you will be informed and your money will be returned to you.

Contact me through my Gmail or discord and telegram

[email protected]

Discord: _ieatyou

Telegram: ieateat

[pelideswhore]

compiling a list of geneva war crimes committed in the iliad/trojan war...... tell me which characters you'd like to hear the score of

[pelideswhore]

achilles

compelling a prisoner of war to serve in forces of a hostile power

unlawful confinement of protected people

taking hostages

intentionally launching an attack knowing it will cause incidental harm to civilians

attacking undefended towns

killing a combatant after their surrender

subjecting enemy to unjustifiable physical mutiliation

destroying enemy property outside bounds of necessity

pillaging a town

committing outrages upon personal dignity

committing any form of sexual violence (e.g. sex slavery)

intentionally using starvation as a method of warfare

hector

refusing to take prisoners

seizing enemy property outside bounds of necessity

[olecap]

wip!!!!!!!!

[llewellynsblog]

Hey everyone, I'll be back as soon as possible because we're moving, my cousin is in a war zone and she hasn't been able to buy her ticket yet. And last night, while we were having dinner, I think a Mexican gang came by (I'm not sure, we only heard the music and didn't dare look outside because it was too loud). I think the music is just a cruel joke by someone. Anyway, I'm going abroad soon, so it might take a long time to finish my unfinished stories, but I'll try to complete them before June.

[olecap]

wip for achilles portrait

[lordmartiya]

One of the weirdest things in the Trojan War is the Amazons coming to the relief of Troy. I mean, they had no alliance with either side and no quarrel with the Greeks aside POSSIBLY the Athenians (because Theseus had kidnapped either Hyppolita or her sister, depending on the version), while they had fought against the Trojans, and especially Priam. So why would they suddenly show up to fight the Greeks? Did they still hate Theseus so much that hearing his sons were at Troy got them to mobilize? My working theory was the latter because Theseus was the kind of asshole who'd kidnap a child to raise her into his wife (said child being none else than Helen, as he and Pirithous had sworn to remarry with daughters of Zeus and to help each other. Then Pirithous decided to marry Persephone and wouldn't change his mind, so when Helen's brothers showed up to free her poor Theseus was chained to a chair in Hades), but today I learned there was a better reason and for once Theseus couldn't be blamed.

To make a long story short, their queen Penthesilea had fucked up SPECTACULARLY by accidentally killing a sister. Which one and how depends on the versions, either at Theseus' wedding (and you know why the Amazons started flinging arrows) or during a hunt, but she had killed her sister, and for that she would be persecuted by the Erynnes until she could be purified, and since a ruler can only be purified by another ruler she needed one, and due the direction she fled from the Erynnes that happened to be Priam. Priam, for once while dealing with outsiders, acted generously and purified her without asking her anything, but Paris got her to stay in town for a few days with great gifts and leveraged that debt to get her to fight for Troy, so after she left Penthesilea raised a group of volunteers (in some versions just twelve) and returned to Troy during Hector's funeral - and then took to the battle.

An action extremely brave from her, as Penthesilea had fucked up spectacularly TWICE: we don't know how or when, but she had enraged Aphrodite, who, being Aphrodite, didn't have the decency to just kill her but cursed her so that any man who saw her face would fall for her to an insane level. She went around with her face covered, and fought the Greeks knowing that if for whatever reason her face was exposed she would be gang raped. And... She was almost even more unlucky: Achilles killed her without her face being exposed, but then he started taking off her armor for loot, saw her face, and got hit by the curse so hard he would have raped THE CORPSE had Thersites not mocked him for falling for a dead woman and gouged the eyes, at which point Achilles punched him dead, and Thersites' cousin Diomedes (who didn't know who exactly killed his grandfather and that he now owed Achilles a favor) threw the body in the Scamander river. At which point Achilles got back to his senses, recovered the body without looking the face, and sent it back to Troy for the funeral.

[landstedelesbian]

zeus: Can you come collect your freak of a son,please. He’s doing things. poseidon: No I set him loose on purpose.

[0lympian-c0uncil]

Zeus: Biceps or abs?

Hera: Emotional intelligence.

Zeus: ...

Hera: But Biceps are a good stand-in.

[justvea18]

Clytemnestra

[randomgreekfandomspals]

More Eurylochus girl dad headcanons! :D

1: He carries his daughter everywhere

2: Lets his daughter do his makeup and nails

3: Calls his daughter "princess" and "daddy's girl"

4: Tea parties

5: When she's a baby and she's crying in the middle of the night, he gets up right away and soothes her back to sleep

[flashroid]

DC KINKTOBER DAY SEVEN

day seven [ bloodplay .. trick or treat! slade wilson , '' word count : 2.3k before cam use . 18 + , smut , m!cop!reader , use of katana , oral ( m!receiving - no fucking shit ) , swallowing blood , unprotected sex , small size kink

Falling in love with a mercenary had been the last thing on your mind, or in fact the last thing you could've foreseen for yourself in the distant and upcoming future.

Your job was conflicting to the very notion; you a were a cop. You weren't corrupt by any means; you didn't take the countless bribes from Roman Sionis, or from Two Face..nobody.

Upholding the law was a truth you'd sworn to since you went into the academy, since the day you'd even seen a uniform.

The world needed cleaning, and you were willing to hold the garbage bag.

Unfortunately, you were biased when it came to Slade Wilson - were you really upholding the law when you were currently sucking a mercenary's cock into your mouth?

You couldn't answer that, not with that way your eyes were glossed over while Slade held your head in place, thrusting into your mouth with practiced, deep movements, "You're good, but you know that." Slade hummed, his one eye narrowed at you while he continued to move his hips and fuck your mouth carefully.

Precise as always, whether it was with a blade or making you gag just enough to make your throat tighten just the way he liked.

Your vision was a flushed haze of red and other hues from the heat in your body.

Drool covered your swollen lips, wrapped around Slade's dick like the erotic form of a candy wrapper while your tongue slurped and twisted around the tip, tracing veins as the man used your throat for his own pleasure.

He wasn't rushing you though, he was being rather careful. That was one thing you'd underestimated when you'd first met Slade.

That he'd do everything to hurt you for his own gain.

Yet that was one of the very few things Slade hadn't done. Physically hurt you.

Deep down in that twisted soul of yours, one used to violence and risking your life, coming home in pain with multiple contusions, bruises, and injuries from a rough night or a close to death experience - it bothered you.

Why wasn't he hurting you?

Sure, you didn't sign up for that in the relationship but the very fact that the man whose very job was to hurt people, wasn't hurting you? It was a huge irk.

Slade could see the crease in your brow; a habit you did when you were thinking deep, and of course he was only human..he was curious.

Disregarding his need to cum, he pulled his cock out of your wet mouth and watched the way saliva connected your pretty lips to the blushing head, "What's on your mind, hm?" He inquired.

You coughed a bit, more startled about the sudden emptiness in your mouth before your eyes narrowed softly, blinking back the threat of tears from having your throat opened like that.

"What? I'm not thinking about anything." You muttered, massaging the tent in your own sweatpants absentmindedly as Slade stared, "You know, you were never the best liar," He stroked your hair with an affection that made you melt and flare up all the same, "so tell me really, what is it?"

Hesitation danced over your countenance before you frowned, "Why're you so- gentle?" You sounded bitter when you said it, and though you felt bad, you knew Slade wasn't made of glass, "Do you think I'm weak or something? You're never rough, you just- you're too careful with me."

Slade took in your words, understanding seeming to flit over his own face, "Is that how you feel?"

You seemed reluctant all of a sudden at his question, scratching the back of your neck, "..I mean, yeah."

Silence lingered in the air while you two played an unsettling game of don't blink. You wondered if you'd turned the man above you off with your complaint - maybe you should've kept your mouth shut, maybe you-

"You should've said something earlier, I would've heeded to it." Slade interrupted your train of worrisome thoughts, standing up with his cock bobbing slightly and walking over to where his katanas rested against the wall.

Something akin to nervousness filled you when he reached for one, grasping the Tsuka of it and coming back to your knelt form.

He looked down at you as the tip of the blade grazed your jaw, "You want to feel something?" He started, "Because I assure you.." something dark seemed to settle right then and there in Slade's eye, "..I can make you feel something."

Your breath caught, eyes wide with anticipation.

Was he serious? The katana, would he-

"You gonna stab me?" You asked out of pure nervousness, and Slade couldn't help a snide smile, "..No. A simple graze was what I had in mind."

Again, that hesitation came right back to you. Graze you? Like draw blood? Sure, you could handle it..it was just grazing - you'd dealt with much worse before..considering you were a cop in Gotham City of all places to live Hell on earth in.

"Okay," You agreed, "I'm down."

Slade hummed, the absence of light in the room mixed with the city's nightlife glow outside highlighting every feature on Slade's naked body, carving every deep ab and the tone of his muscles perfectly, "Good. Stand then, and we can get to it."

Without a second, you stood and crawled over to the bed when Slade jutted his head towards it.

Another feeling accompanied your nervousness - excitement. Adrenaline from trying something dangerous yet so, so new. You wanted to feel something expecting, or merely..

You wanted to feel how dangerous the man you loved could become.

Settling onto your hands and knees, Slade came up behind you on his own knees, the katana in his hand. He analyzed you, trying to see what would be the best start to this.

Eventually, he pressed your upper back into the mattress so you could arch towards him, and he brought the tip of the blade between your shoulder blades, "Maybe I should carve my name right behind you, so everytime I have you..knelt like this and aching for me," He leaned into your ear as he began to slowly drag the blade, "I'll always know you belong to me."

A shaky grunt left with a wince as you felt the blade just barely slicing through your skin barrier, and a warm trickle was felt. Precision that no doubt was mastered over years, now tracing down your spine in an intimate display of harm.

The type of concoction of physical injury and love only Slade could give, and it made you sick with desire.

Slade watched the way the deep red of your blood slowly seeped down your back, and he leaned down to lick slowly up the fluid, a shiver and a surprised little moan leaving, "Slade-"

"Hm?" He hummed while he lapped slowly, going towards the plane of your neck before kissing behind your ear slowly.

Every word you'd had disappeared with the touch of his lips behind that spot, biting back a groan as your dick hardened impossibly - he knew every way to work you, no matter how minuscule it was.

Slade dragged his hand down your side, massaging with big hands before he palmed at your ass and squeezed the flesh there too, "Obedient." He said simply. before he grasped your waist with his arm and dragged the katana to slice gently at your waist, making you whimper, "Ah!"

"Shh," he hushed, "..just feel." He muttered, licking the edge of your ear as he drew calculate cuts along your body, each one giving you a sharp sensation that lasted long enough to feel good. It should've hurt, it should've hurt so bad; multiple stinging cuts all over your front that scattered from your hips to your collarbone.

Yet it brought you higher and higher to that cloud of endless bliss.

Slade knew you by now; your job wasn't for the soft of heart, you were tough and you could handle your own, and you weren't afraid to hurt yourself for what you needed to pursue.

It's why he'd chosen to love you - it's why he'd chipped a layer of his cold heart to allow you to warm it with love he shouldn't deserve.

Slade's cock dragged along your ass, nudging at the rim and making you stiffen. You weren't stupid, Slade was huge and you usually took a damn while to get adjusted to him. Slade hesitated, before he brought the flat slide of the katana to your lips, "Open."

You obeyed immediately, opening your mouth as Slade slid the blade in, "Good..now bite. And don't let it fall."

A nod was all you could manage as Slade slid a finger into your ass, twisting to hit that spot in you that had you jerking a bit, a little groan. He pumped it carefully, before a second one followed, both digits rubbing your sweet spot while stretching you open.

You were moaning softly around the blade, brows scrunched together before a third finger had your eyes widening, "Mff!"

"Relax, you know you can handle it." Slade stated firmly, working the three fingers and massaging at the spot that had you leaking pre-cum onto your guys' sheets.

After a minute, Slade pulled his fingers out and replaced it with the tip of his cock, "Don't choke." Was all he said as he began to push in, stretching you like nothing ever could. You whimpered, a pathetic sound from your likeliness but oh, you couldn't do anything else.

You desperately tried to keep your mouth clamped around the blade, teeth grazing the forged steel as Slade worked his way in, heavy breaths slowly becoming audible as the man used palpable effort to keep sane, "Tight..real fuckin' tight." He growled rawly, making you clench and elicit a loud groan from the man behind you, "Fuck."

It felt like eternity had passed when Slade had finally bottomed out, hitting your prostate with no form of struggle and making your back arch, the sting from the earlier breaking of skin on your spine making the experience all the more present to your brain.

Slade panted, having a moment to himself before he carefully grabbed the Tsuka of the katana, and took it out of your mouth, "Good..you did good," he praised gruffly, his eyes narrowed before he pulled back, and thrusted forward in a snap that made you cry out - an unnatural reaction, "Slade!"

"Calling my name like that isn't making this any slower." Slade stated, starting a pace that was slow enough to make you feel every single slam into your guts, your prostate being smashed effortlessly.

You couldn't sob now, you guys had just started.

Slade was silent, the katana resting on your back as he took in the way your hole, already becoming puffy and red, stretched around his thickness in a damn near pornographic way. "You're tiny," He started, his voice holding no form of sarcasm - but there was dark satisfaction, an arousal he couldn't deny, "compared to me, at least. You can barely even take my cock."

He thrusted in at that last sentence, hard and making you moan loudly, "Fuck!" Your voice cracked, before Slade began speeding up out of nowhere, "Take what you're given. You asked for it after all."

Every single thrust felt like he was splitting you open, the subtle changes in speed making you spiral out of control and quickly into a babbling, moaning mess with tears trying to come out.

"Oh! Shit, shit you're s-so..big!" You hoarsed, all shame absent in your body as Slade took you fiercely, keeping a controlled pace that was breaking you apart and making you into something you had never even dreamed of.

The way he seemed to push against your walls, your prostate practically throbbing with every spark against your nerves; it was ecstasy.

You were overwhelmed, and you were already feeling your cock throb and pulse with your impending orgasm, "Slade!! Fuck, fuck I can't take it!" You rasped with misty eyes, unaware that the tears had already fallen down your face, clinging to your lashes, "I'm gonna cum, please- please! S'too soon!!"

Really, you were trying to save face, but Slade only chuckled, "No, no. You ask, I gave. Now fucking take it," his hand not holding the katana raised, and in a quick motion he made a cut, his own blood, an almost black shade, began to leak down his palm.

The sting was non-existent, especially not when he moved the cut hand to your mouth, clapping it closed, "Look at how beautiful you are when you bleed. You were made for it." He encouraged lowly, hearing your moans of pleasure and soft cries had him rushing to his own orgasm.

The blood on Slade's palm had your brain melting - the urge to taste, the smell. What the fuck was wrong with you?

Yet, Slade's raspy voice cut through before you could even begin to conjure up an answer, "Taste it. Do it- taste the blood of the man who kills. The corrupt blood of a killer who does it all for you." He slammed into you as hard as he could with that, making you sob out and scream against his hand, a muffled sound.

The katana was forgotten on the bed Slade's other hand raised to grasp your hips, pushing you back onto his cock. You were dizzy and seeing triple, but you opened your mouth to let the ichor flow onto your tongue, and you moaned shakily. The iron taste filled you, flooding your every waking sense before you were cumming hard with your eyes rolling back, crying out and clenching tight around Slade's length.

Thick, white ropes ruined the sheets as Slade followed right after with an animalistic groan, filling you and panting harshly.

You both collapsed onto the bed, staining with drops of blood and your cum, the two of you opting to not move. Boneless, you were damn boneless - that had been the best orgasm of your fucking life.

Blood was smeared like lip tint on your swollen lips, and Slade's bloodied palm moved to ruffle your hair, "..Now go to bed." He gruffed out.

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[echo-loves-flowerboy]

Hermes, Dionysus and Apollo hanging out together source

(Me and the boys dining under the dick and balls garland)