Diomedes wtf happened to your companions
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@michellesaturm
Diomedes wtf happened to your companions
yall Agamemnon wants to go home, just ya wait till the camp will hear about this
I'm back!
This time with the #kyelnok1ya (@kyel.grimsnok at instagram)
I definitely messed up some anatomical stuff, but the iPad was burning, I was burning. Too hot to understand how a human body works.
would NOT trust Odysseus with pulling out an arrow like that 🏹
commission for @michellesaturm <3
*incomprehensible italian screams*
I’m so happy to share with y’all a little something I’ve been working on together with @gwensparlour for her fanfic The Impossible Ballads
(if you love slow burn and 17th century I highly recommend you check out this amazing fanfic!!)
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Summary:
During the long years of the Trojan War, Sthenelus watches his friend Diomedes grow from a devoted warrior into a man quietly troubled by unfamiliar desires. As Diomedes begins asking awkward questions about intimacy and attraction, Sthenelus slowly realizes that his friend’s interest may be directed toward the one man he least expected: Odysseus.
Between raids and more or less bloody battles, the Achaean contingent had set up a camp where they could live and organize themselves day after day. Alliances, friendships, and rivalries had been created, and Sthenelus had done nothing but continue to follow Diomedes into battle, accompanying him on every sortie at the wheel of his chariot: the quickest way to drag him away when the situation became too tense or dangerous.
What Sthenelus, despite himself, hadn't seen coming were the strange questions his best friend had begun to ask him, from time to time.
It all started almost by chance, with an apparently distracted tone: «Do you think you can let someone know you want them… without saying it, but by showing them you're willing to get your hands dirty for them?
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Summary:
After the fall of Ilium and his arrival in Italy, Aeneas learns that Diomedes — once his most fearsome enemy — has also settled there as a founder in Apulia.
Fearing the coming conflict with the Rutuli might place them on opposing sides again, he secretly seeks him out to ensure the past remains buried
Aeneas knew the name Diomedes well, because he still bore the scars of their first, and until then only, meeting. Ilios still came back to him like a cold shadow. But if the war and its ghosts haunted him, his blood really stopped at the memory of Diomedes: the Achaean of unstoppable fury, loved by Athena and the man whose ardour was stopped only by the intervention of the gods.
Just a simple and silly OdyDio drawing I made last month
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary
When news of the feud between Achilles and Agamemnon reach Phthia, Peleus decides to go to Troy to try talk with Achilles.
When Achilles refuses to listen, he may have to take up arms one last time.
Hector was leading the Trojan counterattack with unparalleled ferocity.
Agamemnon had been wounded and forced to retreat, and with him the last bastion of the Greeks had crumbled.
No, not the last.
That thought struck Peleus as the camp threatened to descend into chaos. Like a broken hourglass, he couldn’t quantify the time that had passed between one bit of news and the next. He only knew he had to act and remind everyone what his son represented.