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Ariadne and Dionysus as parents headcannons?

Ahh 🤩 anon my favourite types of headcanons! Where to begin:

Okay so first i have the idea of Ariadne being terrified of being a mother (especially when she first became pregnant) and honestly who could blame her? Imagine her for years seeing her parents mistakes. First his father's infidelity, her mother's jealousy, then a sibling that turned her family upside down. Worse she had to watch every year innocents become her brother's sacrifice

Thankfully Dionysus would always prove to her how loyal and supportive he would be to her. Pain? He immediately requests Apollo or Hermes. Walking around? No he carries her. Hungry? Here's a buffet to fill a king. He would always want her to be comfortable and not have any issues or pain

After the first kid was born Dionysus would definitely be so emotional holding his son in his arms. Imagine him holding a sleepy newborn and Ariadne is exhausted but so happy i think Dionysus seeing both of them well and healthy would make him emotional with tears of joy (especially knowing his own past with his mother and him)

Oh their sons would never get bored that's for sure! Dionysus would know how to entertain the kids and Ariadne as well would always try new tricks to show to her kids. Especially with them moving so much their kids would see new places and the festives would be endless for the whole family to enjoy

So. Many. Pranks 😨 poor Ariadne had to deal with an army of men in her family from their scandals

Both would want to make sure nothing is missing from their kids lives and would provide them everything. Of course the Maenads and Satyrs would help raise the kids as well

They always however gave them freedom to do whatever they wanted in their lives. If it's something to know from them as parents is that they disliked being confined or controlled by their family.

But also it was bittersweet despite the many children and later their grandchildren they knew it wouldn't last. Both were immortal but all their kids would eventually wither so they would always support their kid's paths and be grateful for being in their lives.

Bonus some of their sons being important in the myths:

Oenopion: Became king of Chios and introduced winemaking to the island, later blinded the giant Orion.

Staphylus: Associated with grapes and fertility; fathered children linked to Apollo’s myth and Trojan prophecy.

Thoas: Became king of Lemnos; father of Hypsipyle, whose sons with Jason connected his line to the Argonauts.

@messymoonmad why can I see them just up there just processing what the fuck this baby gonna look like🤣

Mammals both produce milk and have hair. Ergo, a coconut is a mammal.

Happy May.

I am going to fucking cry😭😭😭😭

SPREADING IT NOW CAPTAIN🫡🫡🫡

OPENING UP EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS!

Hi guys, I apologize for having to do this but I’m in a, honestly, pretty shitty and frustrating financial situation currently and need some help. My job currently doesn’t make enough and I’ve had multiple emergency bills I’ve had to pay for that have left me in need of some help.

Any help is appreciated! Thank you so much :)

* — For furries, while I can draw my little ponies really well, I’m still learning how to draw other types of furries. But I’m willing to learn and practice, so, I would also be willing to draw people’s fursonas at a discounted rate as I learn!

you punch nazis!

(requested by anonymous)

Dinosaur Behaviors Pt. 1

As the title says, I have a few hypothesis in Dinosaur's behaviors (Note that these are not facts as we don't really have any per say) and that they might be more similar to modern animals then we think. If they were to somehow enter the modern age, there would be carnage, but also similarities. At least, I believe so. Here are some of them if you're interested.

TYRANNOSAURUS REX

It would probably chase you if you ran away from it, which would ultimately lead to death either way due to the length of its legs and the measurements taken in strides. Plus, we add in how fast it could have ran. It had ball joints in the hips which means it could turn and swivel pretty easily, given its size might I add. If it was looking at you, don't be mistaken and think it's vision was based on movement. It is indeed LOOKING AT YOU.

It probably had the prey instinct like most predators such as Lions, Tigers, and Bears OH MY. If you ran, not only would it catch up, but it would indeed see you as PREY. Also, you couldn't make yourself look bigger like you could with most modern day predators. They were intelligent creatures and would think that you are a potential meal, especially if there was more than one of you. I don't believe it would waste its energy or time trying to sneak up on just one person as that would not reach its needed calorie intake. Unless of course, it was a juvenile Tyrannosaurus.

A juvenile Tyrannosaurus would definitely consider you as food. You would be the perfect size to satisfy its hunger until it finds something more substantial to eat. It was also most likely much faster than their adult counterparts, not to mention that they would probably have much sharper teeth. Not to mention that they would be learning how to hunt properly. So, if you would somehow escape the first time, they would most likely formulate a new strategy to get you. Not like a person would plan per say, but they would find a new formation and strategy to use to make sure that you couldn't.

More importantly, they most likely did not hunt alone. Whether adult or juvenile, there was more success in numbers. And I believe that the Tyrannosaurus Rex would understand this concept, especially after a certain number of failed attempts. Even though their prey was not huge compared to them in most cases, there was the chance of injury along with the high chance of death.

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" Why do I hear boss music?? OH SHI- "

blame @anachronic-cobra for this idea with vasileios and antin ( @messymoonmad ) fdfs

-AFTER- antin: -tries to get up- vasi: ah-ah-ah. did i tell you that you can move? he wasn't joking about his next words being "please, king"

Zeus kept it on his pants compared to his brother my gods🤣🤣🤣

It’s funny how Zeus gets all the blame for being the ultimate father of mythology, with people constantly saying things like, “If only Zeus had kept it in his pants!” Meanwhile, Poseidon and Heracles have left a trail of children across Greece that makes Zeus look almost restrained. But here’s the thing—Zeus gets the bad reputation because he’s king. When the ruler messes up, everyone talks about it.

His affairs were grand, dramatic, and often involved transformations, so they stuck in people’s minds. Poseidon, on the other hand, had just as many (if not more) flings, but he doesn’t get the same criticism—probably because he wasn’t in charge of Olympus. And then there’s Heracles, who was basically speedrunning fatherhood between every one of his labors, but since he’s a hero and not a god, people just shrug it off. It’s a classic case of holding the one in power to higher (or just louder) standards, while the others slip under the radar.

This shit will never NOT be funny lol ody didn't even wanna be there😭🤣

odysseus getting palamedes, one of their most valuable assets in war, killed simply because he did not like him is hilarious to the highest degree. he did NOT care which side won

I upgraded Little Chuck's design cause it just wasn't sitting well with me......but I think I like this design better! I'm in the process of making new comics explaining my story line a bit more, but life gets in the way.

I don't know if anyone actually reads or looks at the stuff I post (besides the couple of amazing people who have ty btw) but it helps to look at amazing art everyday made by other people. I know I'm not as talented as most of them, but I hope who ever does read this enjoys the adventures of Little Chuck!

1: ~I've been working on the railroad~

2: Man I hope I don't get lost...

3: That'd be really embarrassing...

4: What am I doing??

5: I'm so smalltalk probably won't even see me...

6: Oh!! Hello there!! I'm sorry if I'm in your way.

7: I'm not? Oh good then.

8: My name is karchuckles! My Mama made me to go on a journey!

9: Because I have SO MANY QUESTIONS!!!

10: Mama said that one day I just popped up on her pillow when she woke up one morning.

11: Mama told me stories before I left about the Greek Gods.

12: And...

13: I wanna know if it's true, so I'm gonna go find them!

14! Wish me luck!! Goodbye stranger!!!

I think they missed one wheres snake??

eurymachus' character description in e. v rieu's glossary is so funny to me sorry. just "hypocrite" out of nowhere 😭

Odysseus’s ship

(Courtesy of the page people.hsc.edu)

Lo and behold the Penteconter a ship that has 50 oarsmen which most likely is a strong candidate on the ships used by the Greeks at the bronze age. (Known from other writings like Argonauts as well)

This type of boat has 50 oars (25 at every side) and a single mast and a sail. The sail was playing auxiliary purpose (the oars were still needed). So the ship was including 50 oarsmen, one navigator and a captain (roughly 53 people per shift) perhaps we can expect a few more people per ship if there is a change of a shift. We also do not count slaves and livestock.

So we expect that Odysseus started the trip from Ithaca to Troy with a crew somewhere between 625-725 people and counting the bare minimum losses at the trip more or less we get to have the people that oar back home. You can imagine also how tired his men were at the final parts of the journey when we expect the oarsmen were not sufficient even to row the boat (if they were less than 50) and they could not change the shifts

Honestly I understand why they wanted to stop at the island of Helios despite the fact Odysseus told them not to.

Everytime they talk all I hear are small chipmunks🤣🤣

:D

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Me veo en la obligación de aclarar que hice esto a las cuatro de la madrugada, así que no me dí cuenta de que estaba usando un pincel tan grueso. ☹️😭 Perdón que se vea tan desprolijo.

Creador de Cloudysseus y Cloudyseidon: @kdpartworks

Diseño de Odysseus y Poseidón hechos por Neat Ilustration en Youtube.

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I feel obliged to clarify that I did this at 4am, so I didn't realise I was using such a thick brush. ☹️😭 Sorry it looks so messy.

Creator of Cloudysseus and Cloudyseidon: @kdpartworks

Odysseus and Poseidon designs by Neat Ilustration on Youtube.

Hello it is time for all of you to look at this painting again.

Bless them they're too cute.

rough animatic. crawling back to you

Antimatter:

“Why do I hear boss music”

Had to add tags i forgot and also, it can be any Poseidon because there are SOOOOO MANY good ones. Also to clarify, just in case, this is when Poseidon was like (not too be precise) like a young adult, 18 to 23 at least

A Muse's Death

( I always wondered if I would ever post any of my writing on here. That is if anyone would ever read it😅it always had scenarios of what it was like for the gods when a mortal lover died, especially when they were younger...so I wrote it. It is and was a roller coaster to write. I didn't make a name for the woman or design besides the eyes cause I couldn't think of a good one sorry )

Also the poseidon in this is based off of @neal-illustrator Poseidon but younger if that makes sense

(ENJOY)

At the beginning, when man and Gods were oh so connected, there was once love. The ocean, a bringer of life and beauty, could also be a harbinger of destruction and death. Even under all of that however, a young heart was present. A heart that bled, loved, and sometimes yearned.

A young woman, beautiful as the sun reflecting off of the surface of the cool ocean. Her eyes sparkled like gems in the radiant rays, lips as red as the succulent pomegranate. She had so much to be happy and grateful for. A loving Father and Mother, a thriving village, food and a home. But her young heart yearned for something she did not have yet; love. Someone to hold her, to share beautiful memories with, protect her and comfort her.

Everyday, without fail, she would visit the village's small Temple of Poseidon just off the beach. The young woman would speak to the God, bring him offerings with a smile and joy on her face, without fail. And everyday, without fail, he would be there. Listening, hiding in the shadows just out of her view. He did not want to scare the poor woman, as she had never truly laid eyes on him. Then, one day, he finally decided to reveal himself to this beautiful muse.

At first, the young woman was startled by the young man's sudden appearance. She had never seen him before, no clue as to this stranger was. His eyes were a striking bright blue, long brown braids framed his chiseled face, and a small beard adorned his chin. Their eyes met, and they gave a little smile to one another. She outstretched her hand to the young God, her eyes saying that she knew who he was. After a moment of hesitation, he took her hand and waited the Temple with the young woman.

The young God and young woman talked for hours, hand in hand, about themselves and anything and everything. Only when the moon hung above them in the heavens did they depart from one another. With a small kiss and a promise that they would see each other again, he returned to the duties of his domain. For two years, in between his duties and hers, the young lovers saw each other almost everyday. Each day was filled with new stories, adventures, and talk of dreams and plans for the future. As the seasons changed, the young lovers grew closer and closer. Everything seemed...perfect.

But as we all know, every beginning has an ending. And sometimes, it's not the happy ending we hope for I'm afraid dear readers

After a long 3 months of the young God's duties taking all of his time for his beautiful muse, he finally made his way to her village. On the journey there, the God passed a ship with men loudly celebrating a recent victory. They had many spoils to bring back to their homeland. However, some of the spoils caught the young God's eye. It looked familiar in some way to him. It was at that moment that one of the boisterous men held up a clay vase in victory. The art on the vase was unmistakable, it was from his muse's home Temple.

He raced across the water's surface, his breath catching in his throat. Voices began to ring through his mind.

What have they done? Why did I stay away? You're not going fast enough Poseidon, GO FASTER!

The young God's heart stopped as the sight before him unfolded in his mind. Fire, destruction, death everywhere he looked. The once thriving village was now nothing but ruins and a waste land. The smell was sickening, and the silence deafening. He ran through the rubble and carnage, tears filling his eyes as he searched each person's face. It had already turned to night fall, the roaring fires helping to illminate the gruesome sight. His heart raced with every step he took, and with every face he saw, the voices grew louder.

Where is she?

His eyes darted, blurred from the tears threatening to escape, then stopped in shock. The young God's gold blood run cold as a trail of blood became clear in his vision. The voices were thunderous now.

No, please...

His breathing hitch as he ran, following the trail.

Please, not her.

The Temple came into view as he stopped. It had been desecrated beyond recognition, vases and offerings were destroyed and thrown in all directions. The trail led into the now destroyed temple. A faint light emitted from inside, a single lit torch remained on the wall. As he stepped into the doorway, his breath halted as the same tears he held in ran down his cheeks.

No no NO!!!

Illuminated by the single untouched torch, there laid his muse. She was reaching for the ocean, her hand outstretched onto the floor as the pool of blood made a dark abyss underneath her. Her body, once full of life, now laid bare, degraded, bruised and full of holes. The young God's body shook as sickening sobs left his body.

"This can't be true! No please wake up! "

He held her close, shaking her endlessly while he begged, pleaded even, for her to wake up. His chest was tight, he couldn't see straight, this wasn't the same pain as his father gave him. What was this?

"What is this?! Why does it hurt?! Wake up please!! My muse, please!!! "

His sobs and pleads were unheard as it echoed throught the empty village. He held her tightly, not wanting to believe that she was really gone. He looked into her eyes, the life gone from her beautiful eyes. A new voice entered the young God's mind.

They must BLEED, they must BURN...

The God's sorrow changed into a burning rage. His heart, now as black as the deepest depths of his domain, a raging fire stronger than the ones outside. He laid his muse down, placing one last kiss on her lips, now blue and cold. The voice rung again, this time a little louder as the young God stood.

Make those pigs BLEED

He stepped out of the Temple, glancing one last time at the young woman. Tears still fell from his eyes, but now he felt numb. He stepped into the water, his body changing as he went in deeper. His eyes burned bright blue, his body as black as the shadows, and monstrous claws sprung from his fingers. He slung below the surface, racing to where the vessel was last seen.

They took her from you

The ship came into view, a fire now lit on the vessel as the sound of celebration still rung in the air.

Your muse

He raced closer to the vessel as the voice became louder

They BEAT her

MURDERED her

DEGRADED. HER.

He grit his teeth as he lifted out of the water, the side of the sickening vessel only inches from him. Time seemed to stop around the young God. The voice spoke again, only this time, more sinister.

Are you going to allow that, Oh Powerful King of the 7 seas, Oh Lord Poseidon?

No. He would not. The young God erupted from the black ocean, his body growing to monstrous sizes, almost reaching the heavens themselves. The ocean roared and tossed as the God readied his trident, storm clouds forming in the skies. He looked down on the vessel, the once joyful men now frozen with fear plastered on their faces. He felt nothing as he swung his sharp claws and bludgeoned the ship with his trident until nothing but bodies and wreckage was left.

As he stood there, looking at what he had done, an uncontrollable sobs left his body as he fell to his knees on the surface of his ocean. The rain fell harder as the God's body shook and jolted with every sound that escaped him.

"They will NEVER hurt me like this again. " He looked out at his domain, the water now slightly calmer. "They WILL respect me, and they will FEAR me. " His rage needed to be known. These nuisances would never hurt him again. "This is the last time you foolish mortals EVER TAKE ANYTHING FROM ME!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I AM POSEIDON, KING OF THE 7 SEAS, EARTHSHAKER, AND I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!! "

A Muse's Death

( I always wondered if I would ever post any of my writing on here. That is if anyone would ever read it😅it always had scenarios of what it was like for the gods when a mortal lover died, especially when they were younger...so I wrote it. It is and was a roller coaster to write. I didn't make a name for the woman or design besides the eyes cause I couldn't think of a good one sorry )

Also the poseidon in this is based off of @neal-illustrator Poseidon but younger if that makes sense

(ENJOY)

At the beginning, when man and Gods were oh so connected, there was once love. The ocean, a bringer of life and beauty, could also be a harbinger of destruction and death. Even under all of that however, a young heart was present. A heart that bled, loved, and sometimes yearned.

A young woman, beautiful as the sun reflecting off of the surface of the cool ocean. Her eyes sparkled like gems in the radiant rays, lips as red as the succulent pomegranate. She had so much to be happy and grateful for. A loving Father and Mother, a thriving village, food and a home. But her young heart yearned for something she did not have yet; love. Someone to hold her, to share beautiful memories with, protect her and comfort her.

Everyday, without fail, she would visit the village's small Temple of Poseidon just off the beach. The young woman would speak to the God, bring him offerings with a smile and joy on her face, without fail. And everyday, without fail, he would be there. Listening, hiding in the shadows just out of her view. He did not want to scare the poor woman, as she had never truly laid eyes on him. Then, one day, he finally decided to reveal himself to this beautiful muse.

At first, the young woman was startled by the young man's sudden appearance. She had never seen him before, no clue as to who this stranger was. His eyes were a striking bright blue, long brown braids framed his chiseled face, and a small beard adorned his chin. Their eyes met, and they gave a little smile to one another. She outstretched her hand to the young God, her eyes saying that she knew who he was. After a moment of hesitation, he took her hand and left the Temple with the young woman.

The young God and young woman talked for hours, hand in hand, about themselves and anything and everything. Only when the moon hung above them in the heavens did they depart from one another. With a small kiss and a promise that they would see each other again, he returned to the duties of his domain. For two years, in between his duties and hers, the young lovers saw each other almost everyday. Each day was filled with new stories, adventures, and talk of dreams and plans for the future. As the seasons changed, the young lovers grew closer and closer. Everything seemed...perfect.

But as we all know, every beginning has an ending. And sometimes, it's not the happy ending we hope for I'm afraid dear readers

After a long 3 months of the young God's duties taking all of his time for his beautiful muse, he finally made his way to her village. On the journey there, the God passed a ship with men loudly celebrating a recent victory. They had many spoils to bring back to their homeland. However, some of the spoils caught the young God's eye. It looked familiar in some way to him. It was at that moment that one of the boisterous men held up a clay vase in victory. The art on the vase was unmistakable, it was from his muse's home Temple.

He raced across the water's surface, his breath catching in his throat. Voices began to ring through his mind.

What have they done? Why did I stay away? You're not going fast enough Poseidon, GO FASTER!

The young God's heart stopped as the sight before him unfolded in his mind. Fire, destruction, death everywhere he looked. The once thriving village was now nothing but ruins and a waste land. The smell was sickening, and the silence deafening. He ran through the rubble and carnage, tears filling his eyes as he searched each person's face. It had already turned to night fall, the roaring fires helping to illminate the gruesome sight. His heart raced with every step he took, and with every face he saw, the voices grew louder.

Where is she?

His eyes darted, blurred from the tears threatening to escape, then stopped in shock. The young God's gold blood run cold as a trail of blood became clear in his vision. The voices were thunderous now.

No, please...

His breathing hitch as he ran, following the trail.

Please, not her.

The Temple came into view as he stopped. It had been desecrated beyond recognition, vases and offerings were destroyed and thrown in all directions. The trail led into the now destroyed temple. A faint light emitted from inside, a single lit torch remained on the wall. As he stepped into the doorway, his breath halted as the same tears he held in ran down his cheeks.

No no NO!!!

Illuminated by the single untouched torch, there laid his muse. She was reaching for the ocean, her hand outstretched onto the floor as the pool of blood made a dark abyss underneath her. Her body, once full of life, now laid bare, degraded, bruised and full of holes. The young God's body shook as sickening sobs left his body.

"This can't be true! No please wake up! "

He held her close, shaking her endlessly while he begged, pleaded even, for her to wake up. His chest was tight, he couldn't see straight, this wasn't the same pain as his father gave him. What was this?

"What is this?! Why does it hurt?! Wake up please!! My muse, please!!! "

His sobs and pleads were unheard as it echoed throught the empty village. He held her tightly, not wanting to believe that she was really gone. He looked into her eyes, the life gone from her beautiful eyes. A new voice entered the young God's mind.

They must BLEED, they must BURN...

The God's sorrow changed into a burning rage. His heart, now as black as the deepest depths of his domain, a raging fire stronger than the ones outside. He laid his muse down, placing one last kiss on her lips, now blue and cold. The voice rung again, this time a little louder as the young God stood.

Make those pigs BLEED

He stepped out of the Temple, glancing one last time at the young woman. Tears still fell from his eyes, but now he felt numb. He stepped into the water, his body changing as he went in deeper. His eyes burned bright blue, his body as black as the shadows, and monstrous claws sprung from his fingers. He slung below the surface, racing to where the vessel was last seen.

They took her from you

The ship came into view, a fire now lit on the vessel as the sound of celebration still rung in the air.

Your muse

He raced closer to the vessel as the voice became louder

They BEAT her

MURDERED her

DEGRADED. HER.

He grit his teeth as he lifted out of the water, the side of the sickening vessel only inches from him. Time seemed to stop around the young God. The voice spoke again, only this time, more sinister.

Are you going to allow that, Oh Powerful King of the 7 seas, Oh Lord Poseidon?

No. He would not. The young God erupted from the black ocean, his body growing to monstrous sizes, almost reaching the heavens themselves. The ocean roared and tossed as the God readied his trident, storm clouds forming in the skies. He looked down on the vessel, the once joyful men now frozen with fear plastered on their faces. He felt nothing as he swung his sharp claws and bludgeoned the ship with his trident until nothing but bodies and wreckage was left.

As he stood there, looking at what he had done, an uncontrollable sobs left his body as he fell to his knees on the surface of his ocean. The rain fell harder as the God's body shook and jolted with every sound that escaped him.

"They will NEVER hurt me like this again. " He looked out at his domain, the water now slightly calmer. "They WILL respect me, and they will FEAR me. " His rage needed to be known. These nuisances would never hurt him again. "This is the last time you foolish mortals EVER TAKE ANYTHING FROM ME!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I AM POSEIDON, KING OF THE 7 SEAS, EARTHSHAKER, AND I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!! "

Hold my hoops, I'm going on a Safari Hunt🫵

I think someone stole his bread!

" So you blind him, THEN you decide oh let me just let him know who I am because of my ego, and you're SUPRISED?!?! "

I saw this image of Athena and Odysseus and it was too freaking funny🤣🤣

@messymoonmad i am bracing myself and have my favorite burrito position blanket ready, I can't wait for the Odysseus animation and the snake man's demise😈🤗

I think I prefer the green versus the one we have today🤗👌

Im not even friends with half of yall, but I just wanna give hugs😭😭😭

we cant hug in person but weve hugged a million times in my head ; u ;!!!!!

" And only my husband, my heartbeat, my only reason besides our beautiful son for living, knows that so I guess you're him then hm??😑 "

Penelope: yeah so move the bed.

Odysseus, covered in blood: honey, love of my life, my Penelope, the reason for breathing, the fuck you mean move the damn tree!

Thought I'd throw some perfection at y'all, my stupid ass forget to repost this MASTERPIECE 😭😭😭😭😭

"I know you

I walked with you once upon a dream

I know you

That look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam"