#mytho vibes

[lesbianfakir]

Does anyone else remember selector infected wixoss or did I hallucinate the whole thing in middle school?

[stardayzzing]

[Apollo]

Not insanely neat (Im so serious I just hate clean lineart/anatomy at this rate) but yall haven't seen Apollo fully grown in my design so here he is!!

He does grow into the solar flare-ish wisps (that Helios also has!) Because you see in the old piece that he doesn't have any, just curls!!

There's some other easter eggs but I'll let yall find them (or not)

[dinoserious]

noodling

[nyatbinary-81]

Its Odette Time! this is a slightly late submission for the ptutu aspec week prompt ‘Courage’. its a redraw/reframing of one of my FAVORITE shots in the show, the s1 finale pas de deux lift, seen under the cut.

now, you may be wondering, "nyan, who the hell is odette?" and. well. thats on me i havent actually posted her to tumblr yet. partially bc odettes main design is made by my brother, partially bc im not sure the people will like her, shes on my artfight (nyanbinary87) if you have that, but if you dont, the TLDR is that shes mytho AND tutu. like, post-finale, if the "the pendant was a heart shard" was more literal and transgender.

but hold on, this is ASPEC week, not trans week! why is she here? well, its up to the mods if this is okayed as a submission, since odette is primarily a trans headcanon of mine. but, she is Also aspec, and this piece aims to emphasize that aspect of her. see, one of my favorite things about odette is how she completely reframes mytho and tutus relationship from a semi-romantic one to one of self love. theres something so beautiful in your true self putting together your false self because she only wants your happiness, even if it means her disappearance.

to emphasize that, this tutu takes on a form less like duck's tutu form. she borrows elements from my brothers odette design, which is basically siegfrieds design on a dress, as well as dropping elements from duck to favor the actual swan lake odette, particularly in the hair.

[brain-rot-hour]

It's hecking uuuhhhhhhhh

Hades n Persephone or something like that

[ko-fi||P*treon]

[necrotic-nephilim]

i recently remembered DickTim Week 2024 is happening very soon and i looked at the prompts again to see if i could get anything out for it and. the Hades & Persephone AU prompt for day 1 has got me really thinking so here's a vague concept i plan to write.

i've been pretty burnt out on modern Hades & Persephone retellings because of how they always seem to fall into the same generic "innocent wide-eyed girl runs from her evil mean mother into the arms of a dark mysterious man because actually she went willingly and chose to marry him" which has gotten repetitive for my tastes. (for clarity i don't care if this retelling is your cup of tea personally, so long as you're not actively trying to rewrite the original myth and claim untrue things about it, if this is your favorite flavor i sincerely hope you enjoy the buffet i just have little interest in it since it feels overdone for me and exhausted of it's supposed commentary atp)

but? but. biblically accurate Hades & Persephone AU has me all kinds of interested. because wait listen so hear me out right. Hades!Dick and Persephone!Tim, obviously. i feel it'd be more loosely inspired by with themes and imagery (though playing with death and nature powers could be interesting, i haven't decided) rather than explicitly making them gods and all. but. something dark and fucked up where Dick and Bruce are especially estranged. maybe to do with Jason's return, maybe to do with them just clashing and having their usual explosive arguments. and Bruce knows the peace needs to be kept, if he and Dick are at odds then everyone starts to pick sides and things just fracture so he needs a peace offering.

and the peace offering is Tim.

Bruce (the stand-in for Zeus) offers up Tim. agrees to have Tim move to Bludhaven and be Dick's... whatever Dick wants him to be. knowing that with the implication comes the likelihood of Dick grooming Tim. and Tim has no real say and is hesitant to put up a real fight. he doesn't want this, he knows what this is going to imply Dick will do to him, but he also knows if he says no things have the possibility to just... fall apart. so he's the unwilling bride, dragged off to the metaphorical underworld (Bludhaven) with Dick, away from his family, his friends, the life he built.

and on the flip side, i think weirdly enough, your best pick for the Demeter stand-in is *Jason*. just, hear me out on that. not necessarily on the side of it being motherly, but on Jason being just estranged enough from the Batfamily to be the one willing to call it out for being bad and wrong and raising bloody hell to get Tim back. maybe it's because Jason wants Tim for himself, maybe it's truly out of a concern for Tim to have autonomy, i'm toying with the idea of it primarily being Tim's POV and him genuinely not knowing which of these is true. (and the truth possibly ends up being a complicated middle ground) and because i like Helena, i think you can use her as the Hekate stand in, the one who strikes a tentative alliance with Jason and tries to go find Tim and bring him back. Tim stuck with Dick, getting groomed and hyperaware of it, possibly even getting fucked the whole time as well, knowing he can't go back without causing massive issues for Dick and Bruce because well, Bruce did promise him to Dick. so he has to adjust his whole life, try to figure out being a vigilante in this new city with Dick breathing down his neck the whole time.

and then much like the ending of the myth, a sort of compromise is struck that's a shaky deal for everyone involved. Tim is put on an essential timeshare, going back and forth between Gotham, where he has friends and family and a support system, then getting dragged right back to Bludhaven with Dick in this brutal cycle that he slowly gets used to and stockholm'd into even liking it. Dick isn't so bad, once he gets used to the quirks of their unbalanced 'relationship'. the sex is even something he can adjust to as well. not quite a happy ending but one that sits in this realistic grey area that becomes Tim's life.

i will write this, eventually, but i don't know if i'll get to it before DickTim Week ends so by posting the idea i'm essentially putting it out into the world so the peer pressure holds me accountable. i just. really like the potential of making Hades/Persephone AUs as fucked up as they can be simply by adhering to the source material and making it a raw story of being stolen away and forced to like this new home you didn't ask for.

also a less fleshed-out aspect of this idea i have ties into Persephone becoming the Queen of the Underworld when she's taken and how the transition from Kore to Persephone could be reflected in Tim. how he makes the best of the worst situation and becomes something far more dangerous and dark when he's in Bludhaven, possibly takes on a new vigilante name/identity and leans into the worst quirks of his personality he tries to tamper because there's no point in not going full tilt Obsessively Weird if he has no choice anyway and it being one small way he takes back his autonomy, and that inevitably making Dick *more* into him, because he gets to see Tim finally just. let loose.

[happyk44]

Zeus: Girls like compliments. Give her a couple compliments and she'll stop running away.

Poseidon: Got it, thanks. AMPHITRITE!

Amphitrite: *peeks around the rock she's hiding behind*

Poseidon: Your hair in the moonlight, it's so shiny.

Amphitrite: Oh. Uh, thanks.

Poseidon: In the moonlight, your eyes, they sparkle, like... uh, like fish eyes!

Zeus: *facepalms*

Amphitrite:

Poseidon: Like dead fish eyes.

Amphitrite:

Amphitrite: Are you going to kill me?

Poseidon: I mean I don't think so.

[macabrecabra]

LOVECRAFTOBER: DAY FOURTEEN: Yig: Father of Serpents

Affiliation: The Court of Shub-Niggurath Yig only cares about snakes. Yig only commits snake crimes on behalf of the snakes of the world. One day Yig is going to make sure snakes inherit the earth. If you don't like snakes you can go leave because snakes are superior to everything else. Yig says so.

As far as great old ones go, Yig just stays in their own corner and is a crabby snake enthusiast with a perchance for going on hungry rampages in the fall. Bloodthirsty munchies if you will. For the sake of snake kind.

All snakes are hissy meow meow and Yig knows it so get on the same page and join the snake cult already!

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Yig was fun to design, but hard! The head design took a lot of tries to get to look right! The bottom half...instead of going classic naga or snake man, went with the whol body is made up of hundreds of writhing snakes, hiding what is below.... eldritch snake god!

[schemelin]

every now and then i experience brief moments of self-awareness telling me to make major changes to the fusionsprunt story

[doggocake]

·•Summer Vibes Queen•·*+

These three dorks in summer cloths ^^

Sorry i've not been posting much ;w; I've got really busy with a lot of projects, and I havent found much of my art worthy of posting /_ \ But eh who cares, I might just start posting my doodles and wips :o

[fate-defiant]

hey can i get uhhhh rue in 4B and mytho in 3D please?

here they are <3

[versusnight]

wait i gotta add my ocs here. all of them are gay

[spearxwind]

ough i really want to name like, a location in one of my headworlds after Nidavellir cause its literally such a dope name fr

[afklancelot]

the thing is with cosmic horror media like the cthulhu mythos and the backrooms is that the minute you add hierarchies and structure to these previously "eldritch" entities, along with a bunch of lore and worldbuilding, the media stops being cosmic horror because there's not much unknowable stuff left. it just becomes horror fantasy/dark fantasy to me

[thevioletscout]

Inside, inside this deep hole together Nobody else can see us share our hopes and dreams In this world or in that world, there’s nowhere we can be In this world or in that world, there’s nowhere we can be Ah, dear God in Heaven, calling on the god of children Covered us from head to toe in bruises from the time you entertained yourself In the tiny sandbox where you play

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Back with some more Call of Cthulhu art, this time of another investigator of mine; Sibyl Matthews.

After her parents' death Sibyl was adopted by her uncle, the pastor of Arkham's protestant church. Under his care and guidance, she grew into a sweet young lady and a devoted Christian, able to persuade even the most skeptical of people to at least attend a sermon.

Through faith, all things are possible... Right?

- Pose was provided by Figurosity

(Follow @arkham-outskirts to eventually read more about her)

[bonebled]

@singofus asked : whump ⇢ emerson ﹠ henrietta

how  she  hates  men  . 

they  are  selfish  ,  repugnant  ,  nasty  creatures  that  seek  to  bend  powers  far  beyond  their  comprehension  to  their  whims  ,  subjugating  all  in  their  path  .  they  do  not  listen  to  logic  or  reason  ,  punish  emotional  thought  with  scorn  and  brutality  ,  and  insist  that  they  should  rule  the  world  ,  creating  police  states  to  ensure  they  remain  in  their  fragile  place  at  the  top  .  they  are  cruel  masters  and  emerson  seeks  to  make  them  all  fall  . 

normally  this  is  not  the  level  of  repulsion  she  feels  ;  normally  the  depths  of  her  hatred  merely  hover  around  dislike  ,  for  she  does  depend  on  them  for  food  ,  and  she  cannot  hate  something  she  depends  on  . 

but  today  ,  she  feels  a  rage  and  despair  that  is  universal  ,  she  thinks  ,  for  women  . 

there  had  been  an  armed  robbery  attempt  at  hettie's  work  ,  addiction  riddled  humans  seeking  their  next  hit  .  it  had  been  an  attempt  ,  as  emerson  had  been  visiting  with  elexia  in  tow  ,  and  at  the  sight  of  such  a  predatory  “ gentleman ”  they'd  fled  . 

they'd  recently  returned  ,  with  firearms  and  incendiaries  .  emerson  had  been  in  the  back  office  with  hettie  ,  trying  to  coerce  her  into  taking  the  rest  of  the  night  and  the  following  morning  to  herself  ,  knowing  how  she  devotes  herself  to  her  craft  . 

she  heard  the  men  break  through  the  front  window  .  she  heard  the  snap-click  of  guns  cocking,  could  smell  devices  reminiscent  of  kerosene  fireballs  .  she  turned  to  hettie  with  wide  eyes  before  something  exploded  ,  knocking  her  unconscious  . 

.  .  . 

when  she  came  to  ,  she  was  in  a  bed  she  did  not  recognize  ,  with  limbs  that  ached  and  a  mouth  of  dull  teeth  .  even  in  her  impromptu  sleep  she  had  not  changed  back  :  good  .  the  bracelet  erze  had  given  her  was  working  . 

and  then  her  memory  caught  up  with  her  . 

oh  ,  how  she  hates  men  . 

she  forced  herself  out  of  the  bed  ,  hissing  and  wincing  at  the  pain  .  her  skin  felt  hot  and  tight  beneath  the  bandages  -  when  did  she  get  those  ?  -  and  she  furrowed  her  brows  ,  quickly  healing  herself  .  she  left  the  bandages  on  though  ,  preoccupied  with  figuring  out  where  she  was  (  a  hospital  ,  from  the  crying  )  and  where  hettie  was  (  the  same  hospital  ,  apparently  )  . 

she  found  her  ,  bandaged  more  intensely  than  she  ,  and  smelling  of  blood  too  fresh  for  emerson's  comfort  .  she  stumbles  towards  her  ,  having  somehow  avoided  nurses  and  doctors  on  the  way  . 

her  collarbone  is  broken  ,  she  can  tell  from  a  glance  ,  and  the  bandages  smell  of  burnt  flesh  and  blood  .  her  hair  ,  golden  soft  ,  was  blackened  and  curled  in  parts  -  burnt  . 

she  swallows  her  panic  and  reaches  down  to  where  the  blood  is  the  most  concentrated  -  she  had  been  shot  ,  but  it  looked  like  it  went  through  and  through  , all soft tissue . 

she  could  do  this  .

.  .  . 

after  prayers  and  offerings  to  lords  hypnos   and  hermes  ,  and  lady  thanatos  ,  exhausting  the  contents  of  her  actual  medical  bag  ,  no  shortage  of  cursing  ,  and  a  heaping  last  minute  prayer  to  her  own  mother  ,  she  finally  puts  the  finishing  bandages  on  just  as  the  sun  is  beginning  to  rise  .  hettie  should  make  a  full  recovery  ,  no infections and minimal scarring  ,  with  the  way  emerson  had  poured  her  vitality  into  the  healing  process  . 

and  now  ,  hearing  her  breathing  get  stronger  ,  having  felt  her  collarbone  fragments snap  back  into  place  ,  having seen the skin begin to regrow in a healthy hue , does  emerson  finally  get  hit  with  the  repercussions  of  her  actions  . 

hettie  will  want  to  know  what  she  did  and  how  .  emerson  will  have  to  have  a  story  ;  or  tell  her  the  truth  .  that  is  to  say  nothing  of  her  sisters  and  mother  ,  demanding  to  know  why  she  was  in  an  explosion  and  woke  up  in  the  mortal  hospital  . 

it  all  piles  up  and  she  sighs  ,  a  hiccup  catching  in  her  throat  . 

now  ,  it  is  too  much  for  her  . 

now  ,  she  puts  her  head  on  the  blankets  by  hettie's  hand  and  sobs  .