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Hades: sigh What will I do with you?

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Perhaps… the gang? (Ody Poli and eury)

The whole crew is here btw one of them dared

( @nimbusthewinion not what you want but get this instead of smut 🤭)

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art trade with @umi_1332 on twt! and happy birthday gojo❤️

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10 years of waiting

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twenty years across the sea

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i finished his design(s)!! i went and reworked him some but, yeah, this is what im sticking with. more info about aus and otherwise below cut. also thank you @bigidiotenergy for all your inspiration and for inspiring the color scheme of sea maiden au ody :3 and thank you neal-illustrator’s picture of drunk party poseidon for inspiring the color scheme and pattern of ocean warrior ody’s clothes.

ask me any questions about him you want i wanna talk about him and draw him more :3

ocean warrior au - during ruthlessness, odysseus trades himself and his body to be a warrior at poseidon’s command. he uses his cunning to convince poseidon, particularly as a way of “getting back at athena”. poseidon takes him up on this and severs his arm to seal the deal, replacing it with a water arm. the ships are safely brought back to ithaca (ten years early now technically) but odysseus has changed and changes more and more the more times he’s called to the sea to help poseidon. penelope worries about him deeply, but telemachus thinks he’s very cool.

sea maiden au - during ruthlessness, odysseus makes a humiliating offer. his body and servitude for his men and his own’s safe return. poseidon, considering the offer, ups the price by saying odysseus must give him a son as well. odysseus chooses to agree, for there’s no other choice anyways. besides, he’s already been with child before. he can surely handle this. poseidon has odysseus’s men trapped on an island for a year (you’ll never guess who’s) while he takes odysseus to his underwater palace to service him.

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What killed Odysseus's crew? A comprehensive list

Poseidon: 551

Zeus: 36

Polyphemus: 6

Scylla: 6

Gravity: 1

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grhrhgh,,,,, yall know that one scene from finding nemo where the shark goes feral for blood-

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The Pillars: Scent HCs

Idk, I felt like this was an interesting idea but it turned into what felt like a gratuitous string of anime-inspired perfume ads written by someone with a repressed scent kink lmao. ‘twas fun to write, though! :D Edit: Upper Moons version ___ Kyojuro: I know this is technically illogical because he doesn’t actually *produce* fire, but for some reason I’ve always stuck with the hc that he smells like the aftermath of it. Kind of ashy, like something slightly burnt, but it’s a weirdly earthy scent as well- a warm, smoke-tinged sort of aroma that reminds you of cedar and oak, sturdy and reliable, or of blazing log fires in cold weather.  It’s strong, mildly bitter, and might throw you off at first, but it’s also comforting, the more you get used to it and the more you can make out the woodsy scent underneath. His clothes all smell like that and being hugged by him always brings the same familiar scent that makes you feel safe, like a forest surrounding you and guarding you from the world. Shinobu: She has a faint, bright scent of flowers, probably closest to lavender and roses, mixed with what’s probably good soap. It’s a dreamy sort of perfume, all light and sugary and enchanting, and smells like being in close proximity with a living scented candle. Shinobu’s scent is actually a result of conscious effort, in a sense- or at least, the soapy part of it is- because she is a *doctor* and she has to stay clean. The butterflies at the estate like to alight on her when she’s outside, and demons are stopped in their tracks by this tiny, lovely swordswoman who smells like a flower garden. You might find that being around her and her scent makes you feel a bit too relaxed and therefore sleepy, which amuses her. Muichiro: Has a ‘’clean’’ scent, but that’s pretty much all there is on the surface. You’ll actually smell very little from him unless you actively hug him or he leans right up close to your face. That’s when you’ll get what might be a very faint tinge of petrichor- the scent of earth after rain, mild but clear. It’s still very weak, though, and the usual conclusion is that he doesn’t smell like anything except sterile and soapy (not Good Soap like Shinobu’s, either, just…soapy soap). He himself doesn’t particularly notice that he smells like anything, and is the type of somewhat chaotic child to possibly sniff his own hair or clothes once somebody comments on the petrichor scent (and then conclude that he can’t smell anything except soap). Iguro: There’s a lot of green in his scent. Cut grass, leaves, the sharpness of green apples, mint. It’s light and a bit lemony, for lack of a better word. There’s something to be said for the theory that he smells so much like plant life because he’s always hanging out and about in the trees. You won’t catch much of it- it’s not a very strong fragrance and he usually wouldn’t let you close enough to sense it- but once you do, it’s distinctly recognizable. It’s not quite a comforting scent nor a good, sweet one, but it reminds you of the outdoors and of lonely mountains and high treetops where Iguro’s often perched with his Kaburamaru, and it’s honestly gentler than what you might expect from the snake pillar. Mitsuri: The closest way to describe it is that she smells like a home, like warm food cooking, blankets and candles burning. Faintly spicy, a little sweet, completely wholesome. Bread and miso soup, cooked rice and freshly laundered clothes. Maybe there’s a bit of vanilla in the mix, making it all the sweeter, and maybe you’ll find a hint of what might be milk tea. It’s the scent of her home full of laughing, loving siblings that she still carries with her, even after leaving for the corps. It seems to be a part of her that never fades no matter what she does or wears, and makes being hugged by her feel like an experience- you’re enveloped in a kind, comforting scent, the type that always make you feel loved and no longer alone. Sanemi: A solid majority of the time, he just smells like blood and carnage- he’s a marechi, and he tends to get injured often, and he tends to injure other people, too. In the small margin of time when he’s not on the go and working, though, he smells…weirdly citrusy, almost like oranges. It’s not immediately noticeable but it’s definitely there and it’s not at all unpleasant. And of course, as Tanjiro noted, he also carries a very faint touch of ohagi about him, a hint of sweetness that you’ll only ever catch if he lets you get close enough (or if you have a nose like Tanjiro’s). Kind of like Sanemi himself, actually. If you’ve gotten close enough to him to catch either the citrus or the ohagi, chances are you’ve already gotten through to his heart, too. Tengen: Tengen’s scent is strong to the point of overwhelming. It’s a bit like lilies and jasmine, almost, the heaviest floral fragrances that have then been concentrated way past what’s probably the recommended amount. Then there’s a strong musky scent combined with it, a rich, very spicy note that only intensifies the sweetness from the florals. Overall, it’s the most bombastic type of perfume you’ll ever encounter on anyone, so cloying that it’ll hit you like a freight train every time you get close to him. The scent is also ‘’catching,’’ so you can’t interact with him without everybody knowing that you’ve been in close proximity. This is incredibly annoying and a little embarrassing. (However, in private, Tengen tends to tone it down a little, and then he can actually smell pretty nice.) Himejima: Woodsy. Incense. None of it is very strong, but the incense in particular is a very specific, noticeable smell that hangs about his entire gigantic stature- the residue from his prayers, probably, and both his clothes and the wood of his prayer beads seems to retain it very well. It’s a strange sort of smell to people who aren’t used to it, but it’s comforting to those who are, and either way, it kind of immediately transports you to Himejima’s state of calm, collected self-control. It’s as if he’s stepped straight out of a tranquil, secret place in the woods at all times, and though you’d have to bury your face in his haori to really catch the scent, it has that automatically soothing effect whenever he lets you draw close to him. Giyuu: An illogical cliché in the same line as Rengoku’s, but…he does smell like the ocean. It’s a weak scent, just barely there in the hems of his sleeves and the air in his personal quarters, and not immediately noticeable or definable. You may or may not be able to make out the light sting of salt and the fresh, cool fragrance of the beach, of the tide coming in. It’s either that or newly laundered sheets, but well, the seashore comparison is more poetic, isn’t it? Again, it’s not a strong fragrance, and usually serves as a blank canvas for other quirks from his environment (ex: he carries the scent of citrus and ohagi after sparring with Sanemi)- he’ll probably absorb a bit of yours once you spend enough time together, and finds it mildly comforting, though he’d never admit that to your face. *this is, of course, just how everybody smells in their down time. When they’re working they all smell just as gross as Sanemi usually does lmao

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Finished this with flat coloring! Probably the most intense one yet. Odysseus having a good time. Hurray.

Edit: I FORGOT TO TELL THIS WAS A BRIBE! .... This was a bribe guys, from an dear anon. Full picture here

I will never do this again.

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Got inspired from this

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I know DAMN well the only reason why Area asked if Athena was dead because Athena is Zeus' FAVOURITE child, who he wasn't above striking with lightning. Ares is Zeus' LEAST favourite. he's scared for his divine fucking life

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Here’s the thing. Growing up, there was always a reason someone didn’t like you. They said it was because you were too loud, or not actually that funny. Or maybe there was just something about you. But actually, it was because your features were a little different to theirs. Or your skin was a slightly darker shade, or your surname didn’t sound the way theirs did, so they refused to spell it properly.

You thought that by the time you were a grown up, that would’ve disappeared. But it didnt, and people are still treating you differently to how they treat people doing the exact same thing you are. The difference is, they all look alike, or talk the same. Their surnames are easier to say and their features are similar. The difference is that now, they put on performative shows of allyship, but one on one, they haven’t changed. If anything, they’re worse.

Sometimes, being in a small communities or pockets of people, it feels like you’re not allowed to stretch out and take up space. Like, no matter what you do, there will always be someone waiting there to put you back in your place. To remind you that, actually, you may share the same friends or even the same interests and hobbies. But that you’ll never quite fit in the way that they do.

It’s easy to let that make you want to shrink yourself. To stop laughing so loudly, to stop sharing your thoughts. To not use your voice or show your face.

But those are the people you need to raise your voice to, actually. They’re the ones you need to smile and wave at, while they watch you wondering why their words and their vitriol aren’t breaking you. Because they’d break, if it was the other way around. They wouldn’t stand a chance.

You, though. You’re made of stronger stuff. You were born with resilience in your bones and confidence in your skin. You figured out who you are eons before they did, and you quickly learned that the fire that fuelled a thousand uprisings runs in your blood.

Let them call you too loud, too annoying, too much.

Because, actually, you’re the perfect amount. You could stand to be louder, if you feel brave enough.

Smile like you know the answer to all the questions they don’t even know to ask yet.

Because you do.

And the secret of it all is that they want to know what yours is. Why you hold your head so high, and talk like you know who you are. They can steal the recipe but the sauce won’t taste the same, i promise.

That’s why the sun hits you differently and the moon shines its brightest for you. That’s why the stars follow your every footstep.

Because you’re the magic of it all. You were here long before they were. And you’ll continue after they go.

This is your place.

And they can learn to spell your fucking surname.

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everyone must see this immediately

Got a bribe from dear @hypnosun

I always say that I will never do something like this ever again and I have shot my foot yet again...

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i love how in EPIC we get mr jalapeño, mrs jalapeño, mama jalapeño, and papa jalapeño

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not the mum friend not the child friend but a secret third thing (the goblin friend)

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it is written in the odyssey that Odysseus killed the suitors butt naked, asscheeks flapping in the wind. when the Ithaca saga comes around, I expect to see animatics and fanart of him killing suitors with a really poor censor and blood on his face.