#ruthlessness

[bigidiotenergytm]

ERM just some epic pieces cause im in way deep (ft neal_illustrator's zeus, gigi's odysseus, and anniflamma's poseidon)

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

Zeus: "If you don't end him now, you'll have no one left to save."

Athena: "Finish it."

Aeolus: "The end always justifies the means."

Poseidon: "Ruthlessness is mercy."

Hermes: "You can be hurt or you can beat her. ... I'll help you conquer her."

Tiresias: "I see a man who gets to make it home alive, but it's no longer you."

Hestia, probably:

[m00nha1o]

Drawing a sketch for every released song from Epic the Musical bcs I am obsessed🤩

Day 3: The Ocean Saga🌊🔱

(Made not 1 but 2 drawings for #11 and kinda took some time to finalize the character designs I hope you like them😊)

P.S.Sorry for the typo on #11 Aeolus not Aolus🥲🥲

[neal-illustrator]

[itsmesaitow]

Even though I have no plans to make any animation of Poseidon — at the moment — I decided to make the horse version of him.

[kdpartworks]

Ruthlessness shower

I made this immediately after Ithaca saga premiere, when Steven rodriguez made that short video. Poor Poseidon! First version without the blood, the second is a lil more gorey but hey

Design of Poseidon by Neal illustrator!

[satoshy12]

It was a warzone. Earth—and the city—lay in ruins. The Justice League stood over a smoking battlefield. Diana and Billy lay unconscious, injured from an alien attack.

Then the skies began to churn.

It started with a rumble. The clouds didn’t just gather — they charged, crashing down in a show of power.

“He shouldn’t be here,” Superman muttered. "He’s part of Billy,” Batman replied, eyes fixed on the sky. “He felt this. "Saw and felt all it." He narrowed his gaze. “He’s coming." Now.”

Lightning slashed from sky to earth.

BOOM.

From the heavens, he descended — ZEUS.

Oh Mighty Zeus. King of the Pantheon. His eyes blazed gold.

He wore a toga mixed with Greek hoplite armor, humming with the storm itself. He didn’t come as a god. He came as a father. And this— This was his fury. This was the RUTHLESSNESS his brother once sang of.

He walked past the Justice League like they were statues. His gaze fell first on Diana — his daughter. Then on Billy — his chosen.

Both fell. Both broken. Diana, unconscious. Billy, so injured he had reverted into his mortal form from his divine form.

Zeus knelt beside them, his storm-charged gaze locked on their faces.

“Who touched Olympus’ blood?” His voice barely restrained the thunder behind it.

Flash stepped forward, trying to speak:“Lord Zeus — it was the alien fleet, they—”

“WHO?!”

The sky screamed with the answer, he wanted to hear.

It was Thunderous. Orchestral and Divine.

Zeus turned to the heavens — to where they hid.

There he saw them: the alien fleet hovering above, the mothership pulsing with energy. Watching. Mocking. Thinking Earth was weak. Thinking Olympus would stay silent.

They were wrong.

And Zeus just stood there.

His hand rose.

The clouds shattered.

He called it—KERAUNOS — his divine bolt. The weapon of King of Olympus.

“I am the FIRST STORM. The ANCIENT WRATH. The KING.”

“And you touched what is mine.”

Then—

EVERYTHING BURNED.

He didn’t just throw the bolt —He channeled it.

Keraunos tore open the sky like a rift.

One strike was all it took— for the cruiser to be gone, the mothership to crumbles like ash and the Vaccum of space to empty of any ship that was in it. 

He didn’t fight like a hero. He fought like a god who remembered. He isn't Poseidon he wants something Dead. It would be dead, and not play with his food.

The Justice League could only watch.

Speechless.

One attack.

And the fleet was gone. 

Vaporized.

Ash fell like snow around the shattered city.

Zeus returned once more beside Diana and Billy again. Gently lifts them both.

“Come. In Olympus both will heal.” 

And in a final crack of thunder — he's gone. With his children. And his wrath still echoing in the clouds.