sing, o muse, of the rage of achilles
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sing, o muse, of the rage of achilles
Achilles wip (what do you mean by ‘drawing a death scene is not a good coping mechanism’)
we were like gods at the dawning of the world, & our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.
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I drew my boys young, happy and full of life.
It's been a while since I drew them alive and I felt guilty 😭
Pose is from kibbi_the_kibbitzer over on instagram! I don't usually just use a whole pose, but I saw it on Pinterest and just had to stop everything I was doing and draw them because it fit them so perfectly.
the song of achilles — headers
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i’m on a roll: achilles n pat no. 2
You ever read the Song of Achilles and just never recover emotionally
Anyways... modern au and they live
where there remains but a mark
“Welcome to Phthia.”
i do traditional lines+digital color like once a year so i’m trying something new here because digital lineart makes me spend too much time staring at the computer and thats no good. also tsoa hit me in all my three emotions
@projectliterature event 04: free week — the song of achilles
“I could recognise him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth.”
The most fearless of hearts.
He took my palm and held it to his. “Swear it.” “Why me?” “Because you’re the reason. Swear it.” “I swear it,” I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes. “I swear it,” he echoed. We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned. “I feel like I could eat the world raw.”
for @cristagrint
From the ships beside us, those who had seen, were shouts and triumphant horns.
The news flared along the line of Greek ships, in either directions: first blood was ours, spilt by the god-like prince of Phthia.