#finn oz

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heatwave festival — heatwave / melting / it's too hot...

its a cold cold winter in my country but on tumblr dot com ? its time for @fourteenthz's summer festival babeyyyy 😎🧴☀️!!

the heatstroke trend may have ended two ( 2 ) years ago but that wasn't gonna stop me from drawing my own version of it... i hate painting but i tried my best for finn 😤

stay hydrated and wear sunscreen !! yes even if its winter!

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ocs as tragic greek figures

a While ago @veeples beloved tagged me to do this uquiz with my ocs !! i thought it would be fun to do it with some of my ffxiv characters :-)

tagging @iryine @snapshoo-t @lilas @coldshrugs @impossible-rat-babies + anyone else that wants to do this !!

d'andala onik — odysseus.

you are that which men dream to be: strong, courageous, and noble, with more intelligence than you know what to do with. and, like all men, you do not account for your overabundance of pride. you long for your name to be wrapped in glory and honor, and your journey home is only made longer by your search for fights to win and monsters to trick.

ukyo monceaux — patroclus.

clever patroclus, beloved patroclus, poor patroclus: you do not fall into madness, nor vanity, nor hubris. not, that is, for your own sake. love for that golden-haired man, sorrow for your countrymen; it is for his name that you don his armor, and for the dying greeks that you ride into battle. every piece of you is willingly given away, even if after you are gone there are wicked things done in your name.

umbra neve — antigone.

dear antigone, defiant antigone, saint of blind loyalty and digger of graves. you wept for your father as you wept for your brothers—with tears obscuring your eyes of their faults. on your own two feet shall you walk to hades's domain because yes, the devotion to the ones you love is simply that strong. none but the law of gods shall hold you back from what you think of as divine.

javi neve — icarus.

what is there to be said of icarus? you were warned, yet you persisted, imprudently. but what of your first taste of liberation? the exhilaration that follows the first ray of the sun to touch you as you are, as a free man, makes you drunk on joy. we all know the foolish things that drunken people are capable of. was the fall as thrilling as the flight?

finn oz — orestes.

you are your father's son and your mother's equal. morality and justice guide your hands through every act, no matter how vile, so that society may be preserved—even if you must sacrifice yourself. what is your flesh flayed by the kindly ones over your father being avenged? matricide, when sparing your mother would lose her respect for you? there is peace at the end, orestes, but the journey to it is dark and terrible.