#Hector of Troy

[justvea18]

Wdym this didn't happen

[peach-heartsss]

Nothing to forgive in the first place, at the clurb we all fam <3

the iliad it boy and tamer of horses

[emmikay]

Paris: Looking back, I have no regrets.

Hector: You should.

[wolfythewitch]

But never let me die without a struggle and without acclaim

[holymotherofwmps-the-reblogging]

I would have envisioned the color scheme inverted🤔 red Achaeans and blue Trojans (or better, some ochre brown, as Trojan are soldiers, keeping their home safe, while the Achaeans are heroes, being extra).

Also I miss The Tube armor for Hector.

Sounds like I'm complaining but actually I love this a lot and I will hold it dear (I don't know why everyone has such great hair but YES).

My Iliad designs :)

[deadbaguette]

Dear children of Priam, were you doomed all along?

[leosoralyyn]

Odysseus watching Achilles absolutely mutilate Hector's corpse

[hozieroftroy]

I'M NOT OKAY

[ala-chrisgoods]

I'm always glad to talk about them, one of my favorite💕

odypen this, helen and menelaus that WHAT ABOUT HECTOR AND ANDROMACHE!?

[kebriones]

They're talking about horse riding

[tenoart]

Hector of troy- because most art I see of him is in armour or scary and that needed fixed

[dionysism]

i love hector paris and cassandra so bad they are one of The sibling trios ever to me like ohhh my loves you are all so doomed. none of you will survive. i love you so much. hector who wants to hate paris so bad because wouldn't it be easier? wouldn't it be so simple? but he can't, of course he can't. and cassandra. cassandra who can see the end and knows no matter how desperately she begs her brothers to listen to her nothing will change. and maybe she even wants to hate them a little for that. but she can't, either. and paris... foolish cowardly paris... never been the son you should be, the brother you should be. but if you have anything its love. too much, maybe. enough to doom a nation. you'll watch your older brother die, and your sister will watch you die, then she'll be taken across the sea to die herself. but the love!! the love i know they all had for eachother gods somebody sedate me

[holymotherofwmps-the-reblogging]

What was this so innocently painful for?

Lord of the City

“Courage, Scamandrius,” came the whisper soft as a moan, alongside the figure of his father, and the fearsome armor that was flashing.

Little Scamandrius only recoiled—just a little. He was still frightened by the sight of his father’s figure, just as before.

For shuddering was the crest that crowned the bronze helmet with crimson horsehair, as his father so often walked, making clamor the ground that was still held fast, making tremble the heart of many strangers in arms, and now making recoil the little lord of the city, cringing fearfully in his nurse’s arms.

“He’s scared of your armor,” Andromache explained.

Hector held his gaze on the boy—the joy of his heart, who was now watching him in fear with that pair of innocent pupils of molten gold, radiant as stars. Hector let out a chuckle, and his dear wife smiled as well.

Little Scamandrius doesn’t know what it means yet—and may gods bless him that he never needs to find out. whispering a prayer under his breath, Hector took off the helmet swiftly, quick as a shooting star.

“See? There’s nothing to be afraid of,” he murmured gently to the boy still watching him—less frightened, less alarmed, for the familiar face was now smiling at Scamandrius, as if promising him that everything would be fine. Hector reached out his arms, and Scamandrius didn’t flinch—not even a little.

For he knew he was in good hands now. With his father holding fast, he would always be safe.

And nothing would break the walls of love that held his family tight.

Scamandrius giggled as he felt his father’s kiss. The touch of his father’s dark beard felt so itchy, but Scamandrius loved the feeling—it was something he could only feel when his father was around, when his father was happy.

The winds were singing, and he felt the lift of the air. Scamandrius knew that his father was tossing him, just as before, just as he would do again.

And Scamandrius didn’t cry—not even a little. For he knew his father would always catch him, just as he did before, just as he would do again.

So he fell, happily, freely. He felt the songs of the winds, and knew that his father was happy.

Flashing were the rays of the sun, as the light of the molten gold hid itself in the dead of night; rising up were the walls of Troy, as it held tight many a family inside; passing by were the Scaean Gates, as the swift winds roared past the vast plains of Troad, raging round the city for three whole times.

And Astyanax is again falling, blithely, freely.

This time, nobody catches him.

[yourlokalescholar]

Oh my god wait. What if the blessings of the gods manifested physically? Like if a god takes an interest in you, EVERYONE is going to see it, for better or worse. And if you lose their favour? Everyone can see that, too

Jason with a peacock tail and feather-crest, both of which go faded and limp when he turns on Medea, so that they drag on the floor and get in the way

Pollux with eagle wings instead of arms, so Castor acts as his hands and that’s why they’re inseparable. When Castor dies and Pollux splits his immortality with him, they each get one arm and one wing, so one can’t fly without the other

Odysseus with a forked tongue and fangs—a subtle feature that he can hide when he needs to. When Athena feels like being helpful (like when she disguises him as a beggar) she’ll cast an illusion over it, but Penelope immediately recognises him by his lisp

When Athena gives Diomedes the blessing of seeing through the gods’ disguises, he also gets owl eyes and the ability to turn his head 180 degrees. This helps when Odysseus tries to stab him in the back on the Palladium heist

HERACLES WITH BULL HORNS. I have nothing to add I just think that sounds sick as hell

Helen grows beautiful golden feathers instead of hair. Nothing useful, just an obvious sign of her heritage that adds to her appeal to the suitors: whoever wins her hand gets to walk around with a physical symbol of Zeus’s favour

Atalanta with antlers that snap when she gets married, leaving jagged shards behind that won’t go blunt and can’t be sharpened down. She can have her husband, but he can’t touch her head without risking badly cutting himself. This can either be one final blessing or a curse depending on how consensual you interpret the marriage

Hector has pristine white raven wings, making him even more terrifying to the Achaeans, flying into battle like divine intervention, and a symbol of hope for the Trojans. Achilles plucks the feathers off his corpse, but they won’t stop growing back. Still, Achilles has a cloak made from them and wears it into battle, turning Troy’s symbol against them

Paris gets dove wings, but he tells everyone they’re too small to fly with because he’s a coward and doesn’t want to have the same responsibilities as Hector. Then he flies away from the duel with Menelaus in front of the entire army, and that’s when Troy finally loses what’s left of their respect for him

[ala-chrisgoods]

some pic I drew on February...I always post them on LOFTER and forgot I have Tumblr...(little dumb)

my Apollo looks like a mortal man cause now he's healing, he'll be much more big if he want show the power of a god.(maybe tall as 3 meter, even more. :)

[orpheus-has-lyreizz]

Sometimes, when we spar, I think I catch a glimpse of who you used to be.