#grape rambles

[grape-jucie-dog]

SPOILERS FOR THE ITHACA SAGA

THE SCAR. THE SCAR ACROSS ATHENA'S EYE. SHE LOOKED SO FUCKING WORN OUT OH MY GODS. 😭

[un-welcome]

So uh

Our yokai boss analysis posts are gonna be on hiatus for a minute. We're currently trying to fester the energy to make them. Hell, we're finally getting back into the groove of constantly making art now so like 😔

Mainly adjusting to a new job + finally getting therapy set up. The brain is broken (body too) but we can fix it i swear

The next one planned is either the re-wrote of McKraken's (which is likely what's holding us up mentally,,, eugh, brain freeze) or moving on to Maddiman and rewriting his at a later date. Sorry if you followed us just for that 🫠

[grape-jelly-lite]

when i finally move out…… and get my own kitty…… imma name them APPLE

sometimes i wonder what my cat named me

[grape-jucie-dog]

SPOILERS FOR THE VENGEANCE SAGA

Imagine the conversation between Athena and Poseidon after 600 Strike-

Athena: ...

Poseidon: ...

Athena: So... Odysseus?

Poseidon: Shut the fuck up.

Athena: Hahah- ow, everything burns-

Poseidon: Serves you right.

Athena: You can't be talking when you let a mortal man in his late 40s almost 50s beat you.

Poseidon: I swear to the fates-

Apollo: I will personally blind you both with the sun if you don't stop bickering.

[grape-jucie-dog]

-slams my fists on the table-

FUCK THE HANAHAKI DISEASE, I NEED TO SEE MORE SHIT WITH THE INK COUGH.

Don't know what that is? I'LL TELL YOU.

It's a fictional disease where a character coughs up black ink because of repressing their emotions or from extreme stress. This eventually leads to said character drowning from the ink filling their lungs.

You wanna know who would be fucking PERFECT to torture with this?

PALLAS FUCKING ATHENA.

And even better. She's immortal. She can't die from this.

And I don't know if there's a cure.

DO YOU SEE WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS???

[grape-jelly-lite]

Life’s been feeling different lately and I can trace it back to Saturday when I tried therapy again after a two year break. For starters, the therapist was late. Then the lift wasn’t working because it was the weekend and they require security card access on weekends. So the therapist sees me on the street and walks me to her office.

It’s tiny but cosy. She leaves to do something and I’m taking in her South-East Asian decor of elephants and a photograph of cherry blossoms in bloom taken somewhere in Japan.

She comes back and asks me about my life. I start telling her about my family and she nods and “mhm”’s and it’s just not clicking. I’m starting to feel a bit judged by the way she looks at me.

I’m feeling pretty bad and start crying, which I feel is safe to do because it’s my therapists office. She asks what’s wrong and I tell her I’m feeling judged and anxious and she apologises. Then she sits and waits. It gets awkward. Real awkward.

Eventually I tell her it’s not going to work out. I leave, and as I’m walking to the nearby library I’m thinking about how embarrassing that was for both parties. And I pick up a children’s picture book on Hilma af Klint and read her story and look at the art. Then I come across the concept of choice theory and remember how stoicism says that in life we’re only able to control our own actions. I read a post on meta-meta-meta cognition which makes sense for the first three metas then devolves into a shitpost.

Something seems to make sense then. A thought, a feeling is birthed inside me. One which I hadn’t really grasped when I was a kid, but appreciate fully now, nineteen and halfway through my degree. It’s the same thought which replaces my guilt when I procrastinate and guides me through uncomfortable situations.

“I am in control of my own life.”

It feels good. And I know it’ll last.

[grape-jelly-lite]

holding this post close to my heart

I just want to remind you that sometimes your life really doesn't begin until you are 26+... Romanticizing and obsessing over our youth is harmful. Growing up is beautiful. Discovering who you are and how you interact with the world is a gift. Maturing and learning what you truly want out of life and living in that purpose brings fulfillment and peace. Your life is not over in your early 20's because you haven't figured it out yet, it's just beginning.

[grape-jucie-dog]

If Athena was ever a child (given she was technically born fully grown), do you think she'd have a lisp?

NO NO LIKE- I'M JUST IMAGINING LIL TINY KID ATHENA TRYING TO SAY "Spear" AND INSTEAD IT COMES OUT AS "Thpear" 💀

Ares: Y'know. I wonder what you'd look like as a kid.

Athena: What kind of stupid question is that?

Apollo: No no, I've wondered the same thing.

Artemis: Now I'm curious...

Ares: TURN INTO A KID.

Athena: Absolutely not.

Apollo: Oh come on, Thena!

Artemis: Please?

Athena: No.

Ares: -sad puppy eyes-

Athena: ... Ugh. If I do, will you stop making that face?

Ares: Maybe.

Athena: -sighs before transforming into a kid- like form- Happy?

Artemis: AWWWH!

Apollo: Look at you! You look adorable!

Athena: -angry owl hoots-

Ares: You're so small, your spear is larger than you.

Athena: I could thtill hold my thpear- ...

Artemis: ...

Apollo: ...

Ares: -trying not to laugh- Your what?

Athena: Thut up! It'th not funny!

Apollo: You're right.

Artemis: It's hilarious!

Athena: Thop it!

Ares: You got a lisp! HAHAHA!

Athena: I will not hethitate to thmack you.

Ares: With what, your "thpear"?

Athena: -launches herself at him-

Ares: ACK- GET IT OFF GET IT OFF—

[nugatorysheep]

hot take, if you aren't willing to say the words sex, porn, rape, suicide, grooming, pedophile, bestiality, or necrophile you shouldn't be talking about those things in the first place

none of that 'grape', 'gooner', 'necromancy' or 'pdf-file' bullshit. say it with your whole chest or shut the fuck up

"b-but muh trauma.... the censors......"

there aren't censors here and there are still other ways to talk about serious things without sounding like a chronically online four-year-old. We have euphemisms for those already. "Take your own life", "sexual assault", "attracted to [insert thing here]", "explicit material", "NSFW", etc.

what is this baby speak for?? are we in kindergarten????

[grape-jelly-lite]

i can smell this room and it fills me with joy. when i was younger my mum took me to her artist friend's studio and it was a massive tin roof warehouse filled with paintings, you had to squeeze your way through the canvases propped against the random chairs scattered everywhere or tiptoe through the faded gilded frames lying on the floor. i found the artist guy such a snob but the smell of his studio, all varnish and cement dust and warm pollen from the unmown lawn outside left its mark on my mind.

Thomas Struth the Art Restorers at San Lorenzo Maggiore, Naples, Italy.

[galaxy-tacos]

HRHRHRH SO MUCH TO POST!!! @elkkiel :3c

One grape tall 🤏

Smol baby🥹

[grape-jucie-dog]

Guys. How creative do you think Athena gets with her insults?

Like obviously she probably just doesn't respond back, thinking it's too childish or something, but just imagine. She's the goddess of wisdom, you just KNOW she's got something up her sleeve.

Athena: Ares, if you don't stop talking in the next 5 seconds, I'm going to forcibly make you taste your eyes.

Ares: wHAT DOES THAT EVEN—

-

Hermes: Ooh, darling... That color is simply dreadful on you.

Athena: One more word, and I'm peeling you like a banana.

Hermes: 😨

-

Odysseus: -gets distracted by something-

Athena: ... You remind me of a dog sometimes.

Ody: What is that supposed to mean??

Athena: You see a squirrel, and you instantly turn to stare at it. Therefore, you remind me of a dog.

Ody: ...

-

Aphrodite: I'm not that short!

Athena: At this point, Odysseus is taller than you. I'm surprised you haven't been mistaken for an ant.

Aphrodite: Someone hold me back, I'm going to fuck her up.

[navybrat817]

Steve Kemp, where you at?

[grape-jelly-lite]

me into my boyfriend’s armpits

animals are so right about nuzzling your face into things

[thunderc1an]

Rituals I do in my Mexican household for New Years:

When the clock hits 12, you eat 12 grapes. Each grape is a wish you make for the new year.

Grab a luggage and run around the outside of your house, each lap symbolizes how many times you’ll travel during the year.

Grab a broom, sweep your patio to make sure you brush away the bad spirits from entering your house.

My grandma also throws rice in the bushes when the clock hits 12, but I’m forgetting the reasoning behind this.

[bumble-the-sun-bee]

Drawing of my candy KC I decided to do for fun

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