nightspsyche

[artemx746]

godswap au in which Ethan, Alabaster, and Luke are the sons of the big three, but their mortal parents were able to persuade two minor goddesses and one Olympian to pretend they were their children.

PLEASE THAT WOULD BE HILARIOUS.

Luke as a child of Hades with May asking Hermes to protect her son :((( May being so stubborn about wanting to be the Oracle that she doesn’t listen to Hades’ warnings about it and he has to deal being gone because of the prophecy :(((((((

Ethan as a child of Zeus sounds so funny to me. I imagine it took a lot of convincing from Ethan’s mortal parent to get Nemesis to claim him. I’d like to believe that Nemesis made him swear on the Styx that he could not tell Ethan who his parent actually was because in her eyes it would’ve been funnier if Zeus’s own son respected her more than Zeus.

Poseidon Alabaster but instead of his mortal dad asking Hecate it’s poseidon asking Hecate to claim his son like someone pitching a new show to a producer. (She only accepts because she has a soft spot for children and baby Al just looked too cute)

going into canon Luke is the only one who’s aware of who his father actually is meanwhile Ethan and Alabaster genuinely believe Nemesis and Hecate are their respective parents and they also both HATE Zeus and Poseidon. Shenanigans ensue while the big three are all freaking out over three of their children joining the TA.

[cityandking]

watched the new PJO series so obviously I am thinking about a PJO au

branwen — daughter of poseidon, as established. has been at camp for ages, knows everyone, has been on a bunch of quests and is always excited to meet new campers. rarely lets being a daughter of the Big Three get to her

daichi — son of athena. I know apollo is right there but a) his dad is way more of an athena guy and b) wisdom, reason, strategy, (healing) crafts and warfare are more his vibe than poetry or archery, sun or no sun. also, I think him being the odd camper out in the infirmary is very on brand. a very quiet and solemn camper but a menace at the training grounds.

eniko — unclaimed and living in the hermes cabin, but he's a son of boreas (the north wind, god of storms and winter). forever tied to the cold, son of a minor god, altogether insignificant. got lucky (or unlucky) that an older demigod caught wind (no pun intended) of him before the monsters did and trained him up right. came to camp late knowing way too much about everything. lowkey the favorite of his cousin tyche.

minah — daughter of nemesis.

lira — daughter of athena. she’s raised knowing it, but she's close with her human family despite that.

vesper — daughter of hephaestus. inherited his proclivity for fire and a knack for crafting, though her creativity tends to be more along the theoretical and magical axes than forge work or smithing. it was just another mark against her in her father’s eyes, even if the red hair made it easy to mistake her for his full-blooded daughter

[fountainpenguin]

“I come to you with all my secrets... And you never, ever judge.” (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today!

Chapter 11 - “Phantom Hour (Martyn, Joel, Honey)”

Read on AO3

Start from Chapter 1

End of Session 1

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Martyn gets called into work, but drops by Scott on the way. Scott's fighting through his own problems that not a single one of his friends can relate to. Meanwhile, Joel invites Grian to Empires to visit Hermes- Y'know, that kid Joel insists is real and Grian claimed was an armor stand last chapter.

Lastly, Grian returns to his wife on their home server. Their marriage may be arranged and awkward, but he's locked in offline status with her for another month straight, so he may as well get cozy...

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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InTheLittleWood

- Card-carrying member of the Broken Hearts Club

- Kept hungry on purpose for nights like this

💚  💛  ❤️

If you're not hearing James Turner cry out "Aww, bat too!" every time Pearl swoops down on his head with wings unfurled, or listening to the constant hum of bee wings in your ear, are you even in Simmers' Quarter? Martyn spreads his arms and wings for balance, meandering across the copper rod rail that spans between the rooftop of one building and the next. Oh, sure… Flapping your wings is easy, but that sort of takes away the thrill and the rush of the tightrope, doesn't it?

Funny joke. I've got 24/7 vertigo anyway.

He takes every step with his eyes shut, tongue sticking out from one corner of his lips. Technically this is the Australian Quarter, but literally no one ever calls it that. Not even Pearl, and she's an Australian Minecrafter. It's just that all the Simmers live together down in this corner: not because they have to (or even because their time zones match up), but because they're such good friends.

Simmers' Quarter also happens to be the edge of the perimeter where Scott assigns housing to the accounts played by fairly young creators who are still learning their way around Minecraft. Basically, you'll never find any fewer than a hundred babies running around, and if you ask Martyn, the Simmers always look exhausted, like managing their needs in mere proximity of noisy children leaves them drained. But if they really didn't like it, they could file the paperwork to move, right?

I mean, they're Simmers… Maybe some of them still think we pay for things with consistent currency instead of doodles and build tips.

Martyn wobbles in an imaginary breeze. His vertigo kicks on a little stronger, a little more demanding. It swirls his stomach and guts in circles like he's mixing homemade ice cream. Whoa. Martyn keeps his eyes pinned shut. He doesn't peek. He only breathes.

I am not falling.

He balances on the copper rod, which Scott probably installed here for the many bat hybrids that call this area their home. Besides little rods and decorative bits like these, everything in Simmers' Quarter is built from wood and chiseled stone. The block palettes are pretty simple, but it works… The young, newbie builders don't often care for fancy designs (and setting them up with pretty stone and wood is a good way to guarantee they won't settle for less tasteful blocks like cobblestone or emerald). Most of the Simmers dump a few leaf blocks down for bushes, but largely prefer interiors, so in the end? It's a win-win.

Martyn's not here to talk to any Simmers. Or any of the hundred kids. At the end of the copper rail, he swings down and drops with a thump on the landing pad. The door's not locked. He waltzes right in. Just without a waltzing partner.

Ah, I'd love a waltzing partner. I oughta talk to Skizz.

The hallway's lit with golden lanterns. He's on the top floor. Nobody else is wandering. Martyn strolls along until he finds Room 810. He sifts through his pockets, digs out his spare key, and pushes it in the lock.

"There we are…"

Home bitter home.

The flat's a lot tidier since Scott packed his things and moved out. That's not to say Scott caused a big mess when he lived here. Jimmy just… never redecorated. Martyn can't even blame him. He's not redecorated in, eeeehhhh… Probably getting close to 300 years at this point. Definitely over 250. Dunno, honestly. Math is hard and everyone's brains are scrambled. There's not really much point in decorating, is there? Jimmy's the one who spends the most time in it, and while Jimmy and Scott were dating, Martyn hadn't seen a reason to get in the way. He keeps his stuff and private portal in his room, but so much of his station time is spent at the flock roost or else combing the perimeter. The flat is…

… Martyn only has a flat at all because of the people he came to stay with.

Martyn kicks his crocs at the front door, sliding into his slippers instead. All the lanterns are off. Jimmy's not home yet, still at the first of many late-night parties. All their games are gone too. There's no food here that Martyn's anivore body will get any pleasure from. And Scott took the blankets and throw pillows. He left the printscreens now framed along their walls - even had the decency not to crop his own face out when he left - but Martyn glances at exactly none of them. He'd just… rather not right now.

His room's the left one at the end of the hall. Jimmy's and Scott's (Jimmy's) is the right. The third door, straight ahead, is the one he came here for. As he walks, Martyn reaches into his pocket and withdraws a letter. He wrote it over break while they were killing time, waiting for Grian and Etho to account for Scar's glitch. Martyn swats it several times against his palm and opens the last door. The purple, wooden N hanging on its front clacks as he pushes through. This room never had a bed. The old occupant never saw the point in one, seeing as you can't sleep in the Between dimension.

It's not as quiet in this abandoned room as Martyn would like. He can hear screeching children playing in the road outside. He can hear Gluon's distinctive bee wings humming very, very near the edge of the apartment. Martyn makes a mental note to take him and his fez out first next time he gets the chance.

Ah, well… It's Simmers' Quarter. Whatcha gonna do?

He gives a little love-tap to the sugar glider hoodie hanging abandoned on the hook behind the door. Hasn't been worn in a few hundred years, but it's nice to know it's still there. No matter how hungry Martyn's gotten… he's never been hungry enough to eat that.

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

[lazuli-bloom]

Introducing my revamped OC Mel, they're no longer a journalist and they got new name as well. Mel is running their family's courier service since their father retired. Business has been slow, but Mel enjoys getting to go out and see all the places they go to for the job. Mel even has a snaxscope to take pictures of some of the places.

During a perceptually slow period, and with bills starting to rack up, Mel is forced to take a job delivering a letter to Snaktooth Island, despite her father's warning that traveling to the island nearly killed an ancestor of theirs. And sure enough, when they've barely made it to the island a giant pizza monster knocks into their airship.

Also some fun facts

Mel's airship is named Quicksilver

They're a strong swimmer and being around water helps calm them down

They're Great Great Great Grandchild of Tamoz Royaljam, and only knows he was a fisherman and once tried going to Snaktooth Island.

[zer0thoughtsart]

[hymnoeides]

I am so crazy about your Hermes and Athena designs! Your art is so good! Now I wonder what your Aphrodite looks like? 🤔

Quite a lot of people have asked for some Lady Aphrodite, so here’s finally some concept sketch for y’all !!

+ Bonus Eros🥺

[iceandpeaches]

hi idk if you know the summer i turned pretty but there’s a scene where a character says “My chest physically hurts not being able to tell her how. much I love her” and I can just imagine luke being in love with a poseidon!daughter where her dad doesn’t approve of anyone for her. He tells percy about his chest hurting and will catch glimpses of Luke actually placing a hand on his chest whenever percy’s sister is around or walks away 😫😫😫 bonus if he actually PRAYS to poseidon angst but fluff ughhh

oh anon you cooked… the praying to poseidon part made my own chest hurt hurt.. i'm kinda familiar with tsitp but i never watched it.. sorry this is kinda long!! i hope this was good🙈🙈🙈

my chest hurts; luke castellan

for years, luke had been hopelessly in love with you. from the moment you step foot at camp after being attacked, he knew he wouldn’t love anybody other than you. he was excited he could spend time with you while you were still unclaimed, but upset when you were claimed by poseidon. he couldn’t spend every moment with you anymore, by your side, your best friend. 

he was devasted that he couldn’t see you from the moment he woke up till the moment he fell asleep. with you now residing in the quiet and slightly eery poseidon cabin, you were only part of his dreams if the gods allowed it.

and with poseidon being your father, he wanted to be in your life. which meant that with you and percy, he wanted to keep his children safe from the world and people that could harm you. which is why, poseidon declared to deny any boy who asked for his blessing to date you. upon hearing such, luke never gave up hope. he’d find a way to persuade your father, somehow. 

luke headed to your cabin to look for you, walking in since he knew it would be open. it wasn’t like there were hundreds of kids running in and out all day. 

“hey y/n– oh. is she not here?”

luke glanced down at your younger brother, sat by the body of water that sat in the middle of your cabin. poseidon kids. 

“yeah she’s.. mad at me right now. she went for a swim.”

“oh. then i’ll wait for her to come back.”

luke sat by percy, fingers tapping against the area that held a pool of water. he got bored after a while, turning to percy he stared out into the opening of the cabin door. 

“hey percy.. could i tell you something?”

“yeah, what’s up?”

“it’s just.. i want to be with y/n. i think about her all the time. and it hurts, like my chest physically hurts. to be able to tell her that i’m in love with her.”

luke gripped his shirt, thinking about every moment you smiled at him, laughed at his jokes, your eyes lighting up everytime you mention something about the water or going for a late night swim, every hug, everything you did. there was something so special about you, and he wanted you to know how special you were to him. percy watched as his friend’s grip tightened on a portion of his clothing, brows creased into a frown. 

an hour or so passed, and you’d come back from your cool off swim. luke’s lips curled into a gentle smile, noticing that your hair was wet which emphasised the curls in your hair. your expression brightened upon seeing luke, your towel wrapped around your shoulders.

“luke! what are you doing here?”

“well, you’re late.”

“to?”

“bracelet making with the hermes cabin.. duh! only the best cabin ever.”

you refrained from laughing, patting him on the back. you nod in acknowledgment, grabbing a fresh camp tee and a pair of shorts to slip into running toward the bathrooms to go change. luke smiled, feeling pressure in his chest again which caused him to grip his shirt as he followed behind you. 

for the next few days, luke’s chest hurt more than it usually did. for after every interaction with you, he had to take a moment to himself to breathe it out. several times percy had caught him with a hand on his chest whenever you’d walk away to tend to another camper’s needs. luke could’ve sworn he felt raindrops and thunder every now and then, hoping it wasn’t poseidon angry at him or something. 

luke tossed and turned in bed, the thought of you still fresh in his mind. you never left his mind, all he thought about was you. he slipped out of his bunk, then out a window to find a spot to burn an offering – not to his father, but yours. he lit a match, putting in into his tin can then burning away a piece of bread he had wanted to finish off in the morning which he’d miss most.

he watched the bread burn, tossing it into the small tin can. he fiddled with the drawstring of his hoodie, thinking of what he’d like to say as a prayer to your father.

“hi mr poseidon. i am luke castellan. son of.. hermes. i.. i don’t know how to explain this.”

he fumbled with his words, his mind incapable of configuring sentences he would’ve formerly said to the poseidon. it was messing with his brain. 

“i like your daughter. and i know that, you’d want her to have a guy good enough for her. i may not be that guy but.. i was hoping.. am i saying that right? uh.. i’m seeking for your blessing to, give me a shot?”

“i want to be that guy for her. i’ll take care of your daughter with my life, i’ll be there for her when no one else can. i promise, sir. i’ll love her, comfort her, take her side no matter what…”

he gulped, the flame dancing as he spoke. he wasn’t sure if poseidon would hear into his concerns, but it was worth trying. he hesitated to seal his promise, but he loved you. he’d do anything for you.

“sir, i’ll take good care of her. i promise.”

it almost sounded too desperate. luke blew out the flame, heading back to his cabin to not get caught by harpies. his heartfelt confession made his burden slightly lighter, actually being able to sleep this time.

"luke castellan, son of hermes. i've heard your prayer."

huh? who was that? luke opened his eyes, seeing the god of the seas in front of him. he swallowed the lump in his throat, bowing down only to feel poseidon's hand on his shoulder.

"will you keep to your promise? everything you said?"

luke glanced up at the god, nodding. yes. everything he said in his prayer. he'd keep to his promise. poseidon was staring him down, luke slightly intimidated by the death glare the god was giving him. the god's eyes reminded him of your eyes, every wave reflected in them.

"yes, sir. i will keep to my promise."

"how will i know for sure?"

huh? luke thought he'd made it clear with his intentions. but then he remembered – poseidon would deny him. poseidon would've never cared what luke had said in prayer, poseidon already deemed him unfit (like any other man) to date his daughter.

"but si–"

"you already know what i'm going to say, luke castellan."

"sir plea–"

luke woke up sweating. he looked around as he caught his breath, was that real? or was that all a dream? did poseidon really visit him in his dream? his chest hurt. his chest ached. his chest felt it was burning. for all he knew, he might've just lost his chance to love you. he didn't know if he could leave his cabin when morning came, he just wanted to disappear.

[angelicblondie]

Angel, I'm BEGGING 🛐🛐🛐🛐 BEGGING ON MY KNEES

Hear me out: drunk and/or high oral (m and f receiving) + fingering sex with Luke.

(Bonus if it were established relationship + Apollo!reader)

I swear to fucking God, I was drinking and smoking a little while reading, and I could only think on gagging in this man's cock-

coming out of my cave to write this🤭

luke castellan x girlfriend!reader

MDNI

you were sat on his lap, a few long puffs in each, feeling the best you ever had.

when you were high, you felt everything so much more intensely. the fabric of his jeans on your bare things, the cold metal of his rings, the fingers attached holding you his place, his breath behind you on your shoulder - you could feel it all, it felt euphoric.

you could tell luke was feeling it too, with the way his heartbeat banged against his chest, and the fidgeting of his bouncing leg. he was getting antsy.

the one thing about the two of you was you got...excited, when you smoke. of course you both knew it, but you never really smoked for the purpose of having sex. it always started as a way to wind down from a long week, the two of you sneaking off to an empty cabin, a clearing in the woods, or down by the beach. right now, the two of you were held up an empty cabin 2, sitting on the couch by the fireplace.

but anyways, it never started as a way to get in the others pants.

but it was inevitable, unspokenly so, but still inevitable.

like always, lukes hands rubbed up and down your thighs as the two of you passed the blunt silently. moments like these with luke were precious, and part of the reason you held him so near and dear to your heart - it was so rare that you could find someone that you didn't feel the need to fill the silence with. with luke, you could just be. just exist.

you pent it up to the idea that you never felt the need to impress him. he made you feel comfortable, which was a rare feat as a demi-god, but somehow he manged it flawlessly.

the son of hermes hands were calloused and rough, but warm. so warm. everything about him was warm.

those warm hands continued to caress you, and you felt your head getting light in the best way. you had a lazy smile on you face, and every time those finger tauntingly trailed up, you let out a soft hum, your chest feeling light as you exhaled.

he chuckled. "yeah?" he mumbles softly in an amused tone in your ear.

you nod, your cheeks heating up. he laughs a bit, taking a drawl from the blunt then passing it down to you, exhaling the smoke. "wanna finish it off?" he asks, his voice still low.

you nod, and he holds it to your lips as you take a drag, then he tosses it into the fireplace.

as the smoke leaves your lungs, you sigh contently, leaning back on his shoulder. he hums, pleased, and adjusts you in his lap so you lay more comfortably. you shift to make it easier for him, but he sharply inhale went your ass moves over his clothed dick.

you bite your lip, releasing a little giggle. "sorry, baby," you murmur, sitting up a bit so you could look back at him. he lets out a breathy laugh. "no your not," he calls you out and your cheeks heat up. with his eyes locked on yours, he presses a chaste kiss to your shoulder, and seductively pulls your legs apart. you suck in a breath of air, and he smirks a bit.

"lay back," he tells you, and the way he speaks in such casual dominance gives you no other choice but to oblige. you lay your head back on his shoulder, back against his chest as he slowly pries your knees open, hands creeping in your inner thighs.

he hums into your ear, his hands sliding up as your chest rises and falls quickly. "want me to play with you a bit?"

your tilt your head up to look at him, muster the only words you could. "only if i get to play with you after."

he raises his brows and chuckles. "sounds like a deal to me," he murmurs, his hands looping under your pajama shorts and slowly sliding them down your legs. once they reach your ankles you kick them to the side, now only being covered by your lace panties.

he large hands cover your clothed heat and you shiver, feeling the wettness pool in your panties. he caresses you, watches as you subtly squirm from his touch, the quick rise and fall of your chest. his fingers traces the outline of your pussy, and you feel that familiar excitement build up in your stomach.

after what felt like a century of teasing, he slips his fingers under the fabric, as you watch transfixed. his fingers trails down to gather your wetness, and he gasps lowly at how damp you are. he clicks his down.

"poor thing," he remarks lowly. "need me bad, huh?" he coos.

you nod wordlessly, your brows scrunched up in want. "mhm"

he hums, his lips formed in a faux pout. his fingers slowly circle your clit, his other hand holding your thighs apart. he places a soft kiss on your neck, and you bite your lip, suppressing the noises you want to let out.

your head, still foggy from the weed, makes the experience all the better. it hightens the pleasure you feel, hightens the feeling of his hands playing with your sensitive bud. and by the feeling of his hard length pressing against your ass, you could tell his own arousal was magnified.

he moves your legs so they are hooked on the other side of his knees, and he brings his other hand to pull down your panties. once he discards them, he places his finger back on your clit, whilst the other one teases your entrance

you let out a hum of pleasure and arch your back, hinting to him that you want him inside. you chuckles quietly, and obliges, his middle finger entering your tight hole slowly as you whimper softly.

it doesn't take long for him to find a rhytm - moving his fingers in and out of you as he circles your clit. your a mess in his lap, moaning, whining for more, but he doesnt seem to mind.

he whispers dirtily in your ear, sometimes saying sweet things, sometimes degrading your eagerness. you like it though, the mix between them. you like how he'll call you a little slut and in the same breath go on about how much he loves you like this.

soon enough your grinding into his fingers as well, a moaning, blubbering mess.

"m'so close lukey, please dont stop," you beg.

he shushes you. "dont worry sweet girl," he coos, "i've got you, m'not stopping till you make a mess all over my fingers."

that pushes you closer, and not long after, you come all over him, babbling thanks you's as he shushes you. "so polite," he remarks, his fingers slowing down their movements to help you come down from your high.

feeling desperate for more, you hop off his lap onto the floor in front of him, fiddling to get his belt off. his eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't object.

you look up at him, fluttering your lashes. "wanna bruise my knees f'you," you say sweetly, pulling his belt off and fiddling with his zipper.

he leans back against the couch, arms spreading across the back of it. with a satisfied smile, he nods. "go for it, angel."

with is pants removed, you waste no time. you spit on his tip, yours hands coming up to spread the wetness all over his length. you press a soft kiss on the side of his dick, then wrap your lips around him, slowly moving up and down.

he sucks a deep breath of air, and one of his hands comes down to gather your hair in his fist, making a makeshift ponytail, his fingers being the hair band. as you bob you head up and down, he mutters praises.

"thaaats it. good girl."

"shit, angel, just like that."

"atta girl, keep going."

at this point, your drooling and gagging all over him. you felt like worshiping him, after what he had just done to you. your pussy throbbed once again between your legs but you paid it no mind, focussing all your attention to your perfect boyfriend and his perfect cock.

"woah, babe, take it easy," he tells you, but you dont listen, continuing to suck him. he gives up quickly after that, his eyes rolling shut as he throws his head back, his fist squeezing your hair. "fucks sake," he curses under his breath.

he wondered how you could look so innocent doing something so dirty - your wet lashes fluttered up at his as your lips devoured his cock, and he couldn't believe something as pure as you would ever want to do this.

"fuck, baby, cant take much more," he announces, face screwed up in concentration, willing himself not to come yet.

you pop your lips away, hands massaging his dick as you speak hoarsely. "thats ok, whenever your ready."

with your tounge stuck out, his cocks head pointing towards your open lips, you stroke him as you look up at him, waiting for him to come.

\he grunts out curses as his white liquid shoots out onto your tongue, and you barely flinch, closing your eyes as you stroke him through his orgasm.

once the last drop hits, you flutter your lashes open, taken in the sight of your euphoric boyfriend, head tilted up and eyes closed in pure pleasure. he looks down at your disheveled state, transfixed by you.

to please him, you close yours lips, swallowing down the salty fluid. he smiles a bit, shaking his head and leaning down to help you up.

"your crazy, y'know that?" he remarks fondly, chuckling a bit as he leads you to the bathroom to clean you up.

you grin cheesily, pecking his lips. "just crazy over you."

note: hi everyone!!! im so sorry for my absence over the past month. ive truly been so busy and i very much miss u all. i probably wont be updating frequently, but if inspo strikes you'll be the first ones to know!! love all of u angels, and hope you're all doing well🤍🤍🤍

[ray-does-witchcraft]

My dash is kinda dry, soo... interact (or message me, i could use pagan/witch friends, rayvpng on discord) if you are:

a witch of any kind (im eclectic i love hearing about yalls practices)

pagan (specifically hellenic but others welcome as well :3)

into demonolatry/demonology

an aphrodite, hermes, apollo, ares, nemesis, phobos & deimos, or lucifer worshiper

into spirit work (any kind)

working or knowledgeable about fae and/or dragons (PLS)

into basically anything occult related

bonus points if latino or/and queer!!

[coquexari]

After you mentioned her cloak and pillows, I will now die on the hill that the longer she is in Ithaca, the more soft objects she accrues. First it’s just pillows and blankets, but then Telemachus gives her a plush for the first time, and it is OVER after that. Her bed becomes 99% stuffed animal, 1% Athena.

Odysseus is looking for her one day and finds her fast asleep underneath a mountain of pillows and blankets and soft toys, briefly wondering how she is even breathing under there before deciding not to question it and just chalking it up to divine intervention.

Every so often she will go into her room and find a new one added to the pile because Hermes found one he thought she would like, or Penelope had some extra fabric laying around.

(Bonus points, bc trauma is ROUGH, for her becoming way, WAY more attached to that first one Telemachus gave her than she thought she would. It quickly becomes a comfort object. She also won’t admit that to anyone, though, even if she DOES seek it out when she is sad. Or sleepy. Or scared. Or confused. Or cold.)

Now the only question is: What IS her first one? An owl? A wolf? Something else?

I love, all of this.. And more so- but hear me out. Her cape, the first thing Telemachus gives her is the cape that she constantly wears, which he'd helped create with Penelope. She is often never seen without it, she keeps it close to her and has it as her first blanket, though if we talk trinkets, a small owl would do wonders that just sits at the center of her pile. She adores it, she doesn't know how to say that, how to express it, but she does.

[potato-painter]

in my head Hermes is having full blown conversations and inside jokes with the audience, deadpool style, while ody is slowly losing his mind

(Ody: Why are you kissing the air?

Hermes: Oh, no, I'm breaking the 4th wall, darling, you wouldn't get it)

(+ bonus Hermes and apollo watching God games together under the cut)

[artbysconnor]

BdoubleO100 x Supreme

A BONUS scrapped piece from LifeStyle: A Life Series Fashion Zine!

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I promised I'd post once the original series was all up, so here you go: This was my original illustration for Bdubs!

As you can see, it has a very different tone and vibe from the version I ended up with, and Supreme is a VERY different type of brand from the rest of the higher-end luxury brands I was representing. While I do think the Hermes piece is a better fit with the group as a whole, however, this piece is still one of my favorites for the posing, expression, movement, and rendering as a whole. It really broke my heart to set it aside, but it just wasn't the right choice for him in the end, I think.

If I ever end up selling physical copies of the zine, though, this would probably be included as a little bonus postcard insert of some kind...

[darling-stardust]

WHAT WAS HE MADE FOR?

Bonus images and text below cut:

Barbie is always in fashion babes I love her immensely and I love HERM immensely hahah....

I wanted to do a paper doll type of image and had no idea who I would draw, and then this hit me like a ton of bricks. I worked on this for 6 days LOL

Please let me know if you guys would think this would be a fun print? I might make one for myself anyway lol

Tumblr hates my guts so feel free to open images and explore

Here is the text for the image:

From the Makers of "Slap-Bracelet of Befriending", "Kellogg K-Nife", and "The One Ring to Repulse Them All"-

Dungeons and Daddies present:

BUILD A BOY - featuring - Hermie The Unworthy

Hermie is not your typical teen -ager, he is the son of a Non-Euclidean Being and the King of Hell !

Posing as a student of Teen High from Chaparral High School, Hermie's special interests are acting with the drama department, working up on stand - up routines, and being actively left out of the minds of his friends - turned - spouses Scary Marlowe, Lincoln Li-Wilson, Normal Swallows-Oak-Garcia, and Taylor Swift (no, not that one) while assisting on their quest to save the world their parents f*cked up.

He's also got his eyes set on stealing the Teenie the Teen mascot as a prank for Chaparral - And all before Finals ... If he can make it out alive!

Dress him - pose him- give him a tight five routine to perform!

He's an actor! He wants to do it!

"He's just a thing! Put an outfit that you want on him and he's going to look how you want him to look - it's for a purpose, he's not a person."

CHOOSE FROM A LARGE WARDROBE OF COSTUMES

Dark Acadamia- pinafore dress with lace button down and fashion heeled booties (book not included)

Joaquin Phoenix's "Joker" - Suit with loafer shoes and reusable face paint

School Dance* - Suit and heels with a single rose picked from his mother's garden

*pair with a veil and bouquet for an intergalactic wedding! (sold separately)

[bambiilooza]

also, hey, how about iris, goddess of the rainbow? she's hera's personal messenger god and hermes' ex-wife.

i've always wanted to draw her but had no idea where to start. not fully happy with this design but i think it's a good place to start

bonus silly :

i don't have a hermes design figured out yet so this is basically just awnrii's hermes with some tweaks

[thereseuwu]

Let me just show you another hyperfixation of mine <3

IT'S FRANK FRANKLYYYY (THEY'RE MY FAV, RAAAAAAAAAAH)

(I'll also post this one cool god I'm learning.... He's name is Hermes :^D)

Bonus <333 (I love himmm... Like, yeah, I talk about Wally a lot to Apollon but like... Frank Frankly is my true favorite character <3333333)

[sapphicpipedream]

probably overdone but!!!!! foxes and their godly parents

neil: definitely literally without a doubt hermes. his whole thing is literally running (fast, away from his past..etc) andrew + aaron: obvious answer is sons of apollo. blond twins, aaron with his whole medicine thing. andrew because apollo is also the god of truths. alternatively sons of nemesis like goddess of vengeance??? both of them killing each others abusers?? its too good.

kevin: son of nike for sure. like goddess of victory??? literally him. alternatively he could be like the host of thoth or something ik he wld go crazy for all that knowledge.

renee: daughter of iris. idk if i have any other reason than her being associated with rainbows lolll. she definitely talks and prays to hestia too though.

nicky: son of aphrodite. he totally resents the tradition of breaking ppls hearts though. and him being the son of the goddess of love while his parents reject his idea of love is just! so!

allison: daughter of aphrodite too but i feel like she'd have charmspeak. i can lowkey see piper in her.

dan: my girl literally captained the foxes to victory. daughter of athena through and through

matt: i wanna say hermes just because he was neil's roommate when he first came to palmetto + hermes accepting all newcomers and stuff.

seth: ares. idk what else to say

bonus!!!

jean: idk who embodies misery more than my boy jean so maybe akhlys. but also im getting demeter vibes. cant explain why but its there. pegasi also totally love him for some reason.

jeremy: easy answer wld be apollo but consider janus. like god of beginnings?? he manages to separate and hide his past like a little too well. and!!! speaking of beginnings he's part of the reason jean is getting a new beginning as well.

wymack is literally a coach hedge variant.