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The phantom’s lair

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon on august 1st 😊

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Under the lyre

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon on august 1st 😊

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Erik 😊💕

A step by step process of this will be available at my Patreon on august 1st

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nightwing + his brothers 🐣🐣🐣

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how do the centaurs sleep? and how do they stretch after a good sleep?

Ok this is one I’ve been wanting to cover for a while and my cooldown sketches got out of hand, so buckle up and enjoy the picturebook!

The easiest options is exactly what you think, the flop. In a home, thick carpets or tatami-like mats would provide at least some sort of cushion for the horse-half and various sized cushions and pillows to lift and support the top half. And they CAN sleep standing up, like horses, but it does require both a special harness/corset and practice. And it’s not very comfortable for anything deeper than a doze or catnap for most, so it’s mostly reserved for bad situations, naps, or guard duty.

Most common are recliners, or ‘hammocks’. Easy to fold and carry for cultures on the move, or make fancy for the city-folk they are probably the most ubiquitous of centaur furniture. A simple adjustable A-frame supporting some sort of flexible fabric-ish sheet for the top half to lean against and sleep. Usually paired with some sort of large blanket or padding on the ground to lay the horse-half on!

When you don’t have no fancy recliners, your herd will do! The preferred sleeping method of closely bonded herds is to simply rest on your buddies cushy backside! Roaming bands can often form long chains of sleeping centaurs with the unlucky first taur either on guard duty, sleeping sprawled, or with the group’s only hammock.

Mix and match to your character and herd’s personal preference!

Also stretchies!

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I call this master piece “#Dionysos drunk at sunset”, thank you  🍇 😏 🍷 ✨

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Naughty Boys

This is more of an embellishment than a retelling but since Dionysos growing up with Ampelos is part of existing mythology, I tagged it as a retelling rather than an original myth. I hope you enjoy. Evoe!

“Hurry up, hurry up! He’s coming!”

Ampelos’ tail was swishing in excitement. Dionysos poured their concoction into the cup, careful not to spill anything and reveal their mischief. His peplos was stained with the juices of fruit and herbs, condemning evidence of their attempt at pharmakeia.

“Ruuuuun!” Ampelos snatched the empty jar and pulled him off the table, rushing into the nearby bushes. Dionysos crouched down next to him, still holding on to his hand.

“Do you think it’s gonna work?”

“Sure! It works for Kirke, doesn’t it?”

“Kirke is a goddess.”

“And you have abilities beyond the scope of any mortal girl. Your mother MUST be a nymph! Plus, I’m a satyr. A spark of the divine is in me too.”

“Yes.” Dionysos looked to the ground. True, he had a gift with plants. When they carefully cut the black roots for their milky ooze, there was more than enough from a single plant. They always found the herbs they were looking for, as if gentle Demeter or honey-sweet Persephone were watching with kind eyes. Ampelos was right, he was no mortal girl.

“Look, look, look!” The satyr boy whispered, nudging his ribs with a boney elbow. “He’s here!”

Old Silenos had arrived at his chair, the table with his cup right next to it.

“Should’ve thought twice before having children,” he muttered, “Not a moment to oneself!”

He fell into the chair heavily, sniffing at the cup he deemed filled with nectar, the drink of the immortal gods. Irresponsible to leave it unguarded as he did, really. Dionysos put a hand over his mouth not to giggle.

“Aaaah, how a drink can revive an old goat!”

The satyr put the cup to his lips, draining its contents eagerly. A resounding belch attetest to his satisfaction with the drink. He adjusted his chair slightly to sit in the sun and closed his eyes. Dionysos watched with growing discontentment.

“Nothing’s happening!”

“Maybe it takes a while to take effect?” Ampelos hugged him. “I’m sure we did everything right!”

Dionysos would have complained about how tedious it was to wait hiding in the bushes but hiding in the bushes cuddling with Ampelos more than made up for the wait. The satyr boy’s lush hair tickled Dionysos’ soft neck. He wore it long, in the fashion of young men, but even the hair couldn’t hide his pointed, donkey-like ears. Dionysos’ heart was pounding. If his father ever saw him, he’d come down as an eagle and take him away to Mount Olympos like he did with the Trojan prince. He rubbed the cute snubby nose with his own, as if accidental, prompting his friend’s tail to rise. Ampelos caught his gaze. His eyes were as green as the forest they lived in and just as beautiful. Was he interested? Should he be looking away? What if Ampelos thought him a w- Suddenly his lips were on his, warm and gentle and oh so unambiguous in its expression of love. Dionysos stroked his long, soft donkey ears, the kiss sweeter even than the nectar that Hermes brought from Olympos.

“Oh sweetness…” Ampelos sighed. “I love you.”

Dionysos heart jumped, the moment of innocent joy crushed by the ugly truth.

“I… I need to tell you something, Ampelos.”

He blushed deeper than a pomegranate at harvest.

“What is it?” The satyr boy was smiling at him. Evidently he didn’t expect anything that could change his feelings.

“I’m not a girl.”

Ampelos shrugged.

“Do you mean to say that you are not a virgin? That you already slept with someone? I don’t mind.”

“No. I…” Dionysos sighed. He wasn’t supposed to tell anyone, not a single soul. But if they kissed, there would be hands. Wandering hands. He’d rather avoid any accidental discoveries. Hermes and Pappa Silenos couldn’t expect him to stay chaste forever, could they? If they had wanted that, they would have sent him to his sister Artemis and her retinue. Among all these handsome satyrs and seductive nymphs, it would be cruel to never let him touch.

“Come on!” Ampelos cuddled him. “Don’t worry about it. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

“I’m the son of Zeus who gathers the clouds.” Dionysos gouged his reaction with big, dark eyes. “Swift Hermes is my brother. He and Pappa Silenos thought it would be best to raise me as a girl so Hera won’t notice I am here. She tried to kill me several times already.”

“Oh…” Ampelos tightened the embrace. “That must have been horrible!”

“It was. It is. I can’t know if maybe she’ll find me again. Hermes turned me into a goat kid once to hide me. I don’t want to spend my life as a goat!”

“I’m sure you were a very cute goat.” Ampelos smiled. “I’ll keep your secret. As promised. All of them.”

“Thank you.” Dionysos cuddled up to his friend’s chest. “I’d get in so much trouble otherw-”

His words were drowned by another kiss, unexpected and wonderful. His worries melted away. Ampelos would be by his side, no matter what. He was about to give his boyfriend’s lips a lick when a sudden noise interrupted their kiss. Their eyes darted back to Silenos who was standing in front of the bushes, pouring a jug of water out over them.

“Trying to curse me with a potion, eh? And smoochin’ in the bushes to boot! Ungrateful rascals, if I get a hold of you your buttocks will be raw!”

Ampelos and Dionysos scrambled to crawl out of the bushes and run for the hills. Thankfully, Silenos was old and slow and he didn’t catch them but they’d have to return home in the evening. Hopefully he’d have forgotten until then. As far as Dionysos was concerned, they could stay hidden away in the hills forever. They had just discovered a wonderful way to pass the time. And there would be many more to follow.

FIN

I want to thank @odiko-ptino for the idea of a youthful Dionysos pranking Silenos and recommend this beautiful artwork of Ampelos and Dionysos that served as inspiration for the love story (aside from the original myths). Many thanks also to the organisers of the online Dionysia, it’s always a delight 💜

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FaNeMa Saint Seiya plushies

The individual plushies include their respective Pandora Boxes

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With love, from the Sanctuary!

From Kuori’s twitter

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This is officially my first post on Tumblr, I had time that I didn't make videos, but it's worth sharing, here's my Spanish adaptation of Addict, one of Hazbin Hotel's songs. I clarify that it is adaptation, not literal translation, and it is as karaoke because I sing horrible. All disclaimers are in the video. all rights to Hazbin Hotel and Addict are by Vivien Medrano and Silva Hound.

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #cherry bomb #addict #silva hound #vivien medrano #vivziepop

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First Hermenysus post of 2021! Sorry for being very inactive it has been rough lately with works DX

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My piece for @atlazine A zine about fashion in the univers of avatar the last airbender!

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“Il piacere dei Celesti”, Giulia Marino