#hws cycladic civilization

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Helena Mycenae, Nation of Greeks

Welp, I gave in and drew her! Some things there are spoilers for my fic, The foam that rolls between the waves, so be aware under the cut.

For symbolism I have the pomegranates as an important symbol for ancient greece, on the top right corner I've drawn cycladic statues, minoan patterns and at the end, ancent greek trims.

The colors are based on red amphorae and the eyes on Helena's hair are like the ones drawn on triremes, only green, because... she has green eyes!

The doll's names are in linear A and B! Linear A hasn't been translated, sooo it's just random symbols.

On the olive tree three dolls are hung, Helena, Minos and Delos. Delos' doll is burned, like he did, Minos' is missing its heart, like the way he died, and Helena hangs beside them, the only one remaining.

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Hey you! Yeah, you, do you like an exploration of adulthood and generational trauma? How about, what it means to be a parent? How kindness can be crushed and then reinstilled? Grief and what it is to be human?!?!

If yes, then BOY DO I HAVE THE FIC FOR YOU.

The Foam that Rolls Beteen the Waves, is a Hetalia Ancients fic concerning the Nation of Mycenae, AKA Ancient Greece, and her thousands years old mental breakdown!

It has a lot of crying and a lot of betrayal and a lot of overtly inhuman Nations. That's what the Eldritch Nations tag is for!

With our dear protagonist we have:

Minoooooan dad! (caused trauma)

Cycladic daaaaaad! (also caused trauma)

Egyptian lady! (likes wine a bit too much)

Hittite child from the 'a knife!' vine! (hangs out with horses more than people)

A short Sumerian gremlin! (oh my fucking god this man has so much trauma and PTSD I did not mean to be this cruel to him I am so sorry guys-)

AND MANY MORE TO COME!

Here are some of my favourite (non spoilery) excerpts:

1 “Fine, in which yard do you want me to wai-” 

“The central, now leave ” And he slammed the door on her face.

2 Obviously, she couldn’t understand a word, but it was still suspicious...

3 The guard groaned. “It’s... nice. But one shouldn’t stay in for long. It can lead into dangerous paths. The women there are especially...” he paused for a moment. “... they always frightened me. Maenads. Priestesses of Dionysus. That’s why I only slept with men there.”  

Anyways I'll drop art of the fic soon enough ok bye!