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8 months ago
EPIC THE MUSICAL CONCEPT IDEA ART!! (sorta Based On What The Acc Singers/actors Look Like!!)
EPIC THE MUSICAL CONCEPT IDEA ART!! (sorta Based On What The Acc Singers/actors Look Like!!)
EPIC THE MUSICAL CONCEPT IDEA ART!! (sorta Based On What The Acc Singers/actors Look Like!!)
EPIC THE MUSICAL CONCEPT IDEA ART!! (sorta Based On What The Acc Singers/actors Look Like!!)

EPIC THE MUSICAL CONCEPT IDEA ART!! (sorta based on what the acc singers/actors look like!!)


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1 month ago
Don’t Worry Guys I’m Not Dead

Don’t worry guys I’m not dead

Just working on things 👀

(I love how the creator is with the fandom 😭🙏)


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8 months ago

I wear it as a badge of honour

Who else was here for the 'policy violation' streamkill of 2024 claim your vouchers now


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8 months ago

In honor of the new saga

In Honor Of The New Saga

My beautiful baby polities


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8 months ago

Honestly, I love how most artists depict Ares as mostly bare, not even a chestplate, and yet his face and hair is usually completely covered.

You'd take a look at his body and assume he was boasting his invulnerability and strength, and then you take a look at his face and you see nothingness incased in gold and a blood red plume matching the cloak around his shoulders. He is literally depicted as an Everyman, someone for soldiers to strive to be, and yet is faceless so he could be anybody. He's faceless in the war of the gods, a soldier's pawn in the games of his generals. And sure, he is somewhat shown to have his own will in myths, the Net and Jar ones for example, those both ended with him being bound and either mocked or forgotten about. He is the perfect image of the perfect soldier, faceless and yet intimidating, able to survive battle and yet follows orders to the tee because he knows what happens when he doesn't. And the cloak around his shoulders and neck paired with the golden protections around his wrists, forearms, and shins mostly have always screamed a bit 'shackle' to me with its placement. Like he's constantly being reminded of his failures by the very armor he's wearing- though it is limited. An aggressive figure to send into battle, and yet cowed at its master's beck and call with chains of its very own reliance. One that is dehumanized by the very thing that keeps it safe, and yet is shown off by the lack of safety almost everywhere else. The blood red on its plume and cloak reminding those around it of what it is capable of, and that it's not doing that to them because the master has not willed it.

But, maybe I'm just tired

(I wrote this at like 3 in the morning, I’m sort of its bad)


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8 months ago

I watched all of epic the musical even if i don't know how i feel about writing epic the musical agere i do know the long 'little wolf' is a great nickname i will be using here :3

I Watched All Of Epic The Musical Even If I Don't Know How I Feel About Writing Epic The Musical Agere

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4 months ago

Calypso I hate you but I love you but I hate you but I love you but I hate you but i love you but I hate you but I love you but I hate you

Calypso I Hate You But I Love You But I Hate You But I Love You But I Hate You But I Love You But I Hate

Calypso I Hate You But I Love You But I Hate You But I Love You But I Hate You But I Love You But I Hate

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9 months ago
I Can’t Be The Only One Who Thought This Was Absolutely Terrifying

I can’t be the only one who thought this was absolutely terrifying


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8 months ago

Athena being killed by her father so Telemachus could meet his...


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8 months ago

More Epic Angst

It’s the middle of the night and shouting can be heard from the king’s chambers.

“Get your wretched hands off of me! I am done enacting your vile fantasies!”

It’s happening again.

“Odysseus, my king, my love, it is I, Penelope.”

But he couldn’t recognize that. Not now anyway.

“You are not! You are not! Cease veiling yourself as my wife you evil witch!”

Despite his wife’s gentle words, he couldn’t see her as he rocked in the fetal position; squinting his eyes shut as if he were a child hiding from an imaginary monster.

“Why must you take joy in tormenting me! I just want to go home! I just want to be home!”

The poor man cried in vain. And all his wife could do was weep. For she could not help her husband escape the prison of his confabulated captor. She could not free him from the prison of his own mind.


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