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2019 drawing of knight of mind when i tried to redesign all 144 god tiers and gave up 90 in

That's really cool! Love the patterns you added to the design.

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Whats your god tier?

Knight of Mind

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Made this Zeus guideline for myself

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Loud-crying Dionysus

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I tried painting again, this time with my vague interpretation of Diomedes 👀

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"Why should Aeneas suffer here, for no good reason? [...] He is destined to survive."

- Iliad, Homer

again SO MANY thanks to @deadbaguette for the amazing collaboration

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HOLD ON-

ZEUS IS 7'4???

THEN HOW TALL OS EVERYONE ELSE????

I made this a while ago so they're beta designs

they're all in cm., feel free to ask google or chatgpt to turn them into ft.

They're big, but they can shrink themselves down to mortal sizes as well

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@diomedesweek DAY 2 GODS

How could I not draw the child with his favorite patron goddess ?

They seem to be having a lot of fun 😊

For the other part

HEADCANON

This one may sound a bit weird, but it's the only headcanon I can think of and is that diomedes is very good at preparing and serving wine

The only thing he gained in Calidonia, apart from more family problems, is that his grandfather Oeneus taught him the secrets of how to prepare a good wine

So now, as a way to honor his late grandfather, he made an effort to learn the process and now he dedicates a glass to him from time to time.

We are not promoting any type of alcoholism, or are we?

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ancient Greek Religion & Lore Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Diomedes & Aegialeus Characters: Diomedes (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Aegialeus of Argos (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Euyalus of the Epigoni, Promachus of the Epigoni Additional Tags: Epigoni, Calm Before The Storm, Second War of Thebes Summary:

Ten years, this moment was in the making. And they still needed to sit around and wait – a moment, before the beginning.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Iliad - Homer, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Aeneas/Diomedes (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore) Characters: Diomedes (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Aeneas (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore) Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Interrogation, Kinda, Imprisonment, Teasing, Sexual Tension, Headcanon, Ichor Scars, Scars Series: Part 2 of Diomedes Week June 2025 Summary:

The Trojan prince laughs. Contentment seeps through his teeth. He shakes his head. Eyes back on Diomedes. “Ah, now it makes me wonder, Diomedes, if my blood would leave similar scars on you.” Diomedes shoots him a glare. A low sound rumbles in his chest. “It wouldn’t. Don’t even think about it, Aeneas,” spits Diomedes.

Diomedes Week June 2025: Day 2 - Headcanon: Ichor Scars

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For @diomedesweek !!! :D

I combined the childhood and rarepair prompts and decided to draw the boys!! I love them sm hehehe they’re so amazing

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Ody's first reaction to seeing Posey's honse form?

it was, in fact, NOT a sleep-deprived hallucination

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the girls are fighting 🗣

smooch under the cut ˵˘ ³˘˵

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guess whos late to day 1😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 (in kst anyway)

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ˑ . 𖥔 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ DIOMEDES WEEK DAY 1 - CHILDHOOD

Happy Diomedes week y'all! You can find a one shot I wrote for day 1 on my ao3: Make you proud (Aarosq)

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Continuing with the other part of the day 1

RAREPAIR

I'll be honest with you and I can't see this man having a relationship with anyone

But you know what's a real rarepair?

Drawing him with one of his wifes ,and this is one of them:

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One of two @diomedesweek prompts for todaaaay!

(note: I usually go with Adrastus' kids being Argia, Deipyle, and Aegialeus. This family tree is notoriously wonky and inconsistent, so y'know.)

Day 1 - becoming king

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Diomedes becomes king while his uncle's blood dries on his face.

It's not formal. He's kneeling beside his grandfather in a rain-soaked tent while the physician attempts to get King Adrastus to drink one more concoction from a clay cup. Outside, Thebes is grave-silent. There are only the quiet groans of the injured and dying, but the roar of battle is a memory that still sings in Diomedes' ears. But Thebes herself is dead—seven gates wide open like the slack jaws of corpses.

The sight of his grandfather shocks Diomedes more than seeing his uncle fall. Adrastus, normally so regal and noble, can hardly sit up in his bed. His face is waxen, eyes sunken into his head, lips cracked. He wheezes as he breathes, coughs when he waves the physician away once more. When he speaks, his voice is a shade of itself.

"Boy," he says. (Always Boy. Son was reserved for Aegialeus. My boy was for Polynices.) "Come closer."

Diomedes does. As if he could do anything but obey.

Adrastus hand raises slowly, trembling as if it weighs far more than an old man's bones and flesh. When it finally rests on the crown of Diomedes' head, his neck bends under it.

For a long moment, they are silent. Adrastus' throat crackles as he breathes. Then, he says, "Tydeus is avenged."

"Yes, my lord," Diomedes replies.

"Thebes has fallen."

"It has, lord."

Another wheezing silence. Diomedes focuses on the flaking blood on the back of his hands, the dirt under his fingernails. If he closes his eyes, he sees Aegialeus in the last fleeting moment of his life, his eyes wide in rage and shock as a blade pierces his throat.

Diomedes keeps his eyes open. He must.

"Your uncle," Adrastus starts. His breath hitches. Something concerns the physician as Diomedes can see him start forward in his periphery, but Adrastus waves him away once more. "No, no. No more potions. No more salves," he groans. "Let the king speak."

The physician, cowed, retreats away again. He could be leagues from the bedside, as Diomedes suddenly feels as though he is utterly alone with his grandfather—the only two miserable people in the world.

Adrastus tries again, each word trembling at the edge of his shuddering jaw. "Aegialeus... Bury him as you return to Argos. Somewhere good. Where he can be honored."

Diomedes cannot nod. It feels as though his grandfather's hand is fixing his head in place. You will not run from this.

He says nothing. He doesn't need to. Adrastus knows he will obey.

"I did not..." Adrastus trails off. Coughs. Catches his breath as though he's fought a whole battle in the space of a sigh. He tries again. "I did not raise you to be a king. But a king you must be."

Diomedes wants to protest. He's wanted to since the moment his uncle's shade passed to the Underworld and he could feel that awful weight of Argos shift to his own shoulders. He knows it was never meant to be him. The whispers have followed him since childhood—son of Tydeus, son of the man-eater, will he drink his enemy's blood as well or will he drink ours. The people of Argos will not want to see him on the throne.

But his voice stays buried inside of him, a prisoner forced under by the heavy hand of his jailer.

"I have told my generals. My councilmen. They know my wishes," Adrastus says. "You will be wed to Aegiale to secure the throne on all sides. Let no man lay claim to it but you, boy." His grip on Diomedes' head grows more firm. A last rally of life. "It must not be claimed by anyone else."

Blood itches on his cheeks, irritated by tears.

"Let it be known," says the dying king. "That you will be called Diomedes Tydides, King of Argos."

As quiet as the shush of the tide on the beach, under the silent beams of the noonday sun, Diomedes says, "Yes, my lord."