#arenos

[koipalm]

battle form for hypnos + ares for scale

#this was TWO years ago... man #hypnos hades #hades game #my art #i suddenly remembered i hadnt posted this here.... #all my old hypnos art was rly not good. glad i at least have this #arenos

[lemon-wedges]

A kissaroo from me to you

#hades game #Hypnos hades #ares hades #arenos #the art of a lemon wedge #going thru my old sketches and seeing what I can color quickly #huff huff

[channnel]

From the answers I gathered from the replies and reblobs.

This is it, right? This is the ship's dynamic, right?

#hades game #hades hypnos #hades ares #quick doodle #my art #hades supergiant #Ares x hypnos #what do they call this ship- #Aresnos?? #arenos #ignore ares overall build- i gave up halfway through #and ignore hypnos' missing wing on his blanket- i gave up halfway through

[dreamingofpoppies]

euuguhg im so normal about them 😭😭😭

#art #artwork #drawing #fanart #hades game #hades supergiant #supergiant games #hades hypnos #hypnos hades #hypnos fanart #hades ares #ares hades #ares fanart #arenos #aresnos #hypnos x ares #ares x hypnos #man idk #clip studio paint #digital art #digital drawing

[majachee]

Done drawing today hehe goodnight my tumblrinas <3

#majart #wip #hades game #arenos #delete later #autistic hypnos agenda he has the trex arms

[pepsiiwho]

ROMANCE REAL!

I'm a heinous, devious multi-shipper and I always have been and always will be but for now I won't get into sleep's harem. Right now I'm just gonna word vomit about my two biggest Hypnos ships and what im thinking of writing for them with the information we have currently with the new teaser.

If you don't like Zagnos, Arenos or Hypnos getting some well deserved loving (in which case, you can fuck off now) then skip this one. If you'd like to avoid spoilers for my next possible wip (not that this is nearly coherent enough to explain anything I'll write) run away. Now.

Okay. Anyway. Hi true believers.

So, the dynamics of both ships are different to me fundementally but on the outside they look incredibly similar (I have a type). the basics being that Zagreus and Hypnos is more a will they/ won't they childhood friend romance with a twist of like "you stole my whole family and I resent you for that" and "you're the one person in this literal hell hole I can't just fix and it's driving me crazy". Initially Zagreus was like, the one constant nice, polite and understanding person Hypnos had in his corner. Because of like 3 lines of dialogue in the first game (of which I shan't even speak!) I fell out of love with the ship just because of how jarring and heart breaking it was. But I have love for them and have worked in tandem with cano, for once in my life, and can fix it all.

This was a long way to say, Zagnos exs. They dated and it was great. Very puppy love but after a point Hypnos got comfortable enough that he felt discontent with the fact his boyfriend was more beloved in his family then he was. They clash over it, Hypnos gets upset that zagreus gets THREE sets of families, HYP'S INCLUDED, while Hypnos can barely manage one on a good day and Zagreus just does NOT get it. Eventually they break up because they're just too different. Hypnos bows out, in his self-deprecating way, and they're done. Considering the second game, I think this happens shortly before Mel is born/ or conceived. One of the two because news/birth is a whirlwind that takes all of Zag's attention so they have a lot of unfinished business.

Obviously the titans attack only like a year or so after Mel is born and then everything goes to shit and my scene of the escape happens. At this point, Zagreus is still very in love with Hypnos— he never really stopped oops— but their time has run out and it's too late. He goes into the fray. Womp womp. We're caught up.

Arenos, on the other hand, was always an escape from the mess of the house and the family drama happening there. Hypnos the forgotten and unloved son paired up with Ares the forgotten and unloved son. They are very different yet have a shared loneliness no one else really gets? It helps Ares has his weird fixation on the chatonic gods and their entire lineage. So they meet at the post game dinner and Ares is instantly smitten and wants to wisk Hypnos away. This is, surprisingly, the significantly more affectionate and fluffier ship in my mind. He wants to adore his god and obsess over him as Hypnos deserves. Ares is a lover boy to me and Someone who's been deprived of such love his whole life needs someone who's too enthusiastic about his mere existence. Anyway, when the titans attack and Hypnos gets out with Mel, he loses contact with Olympus because they go off the grid and he's too weak to reach ares in his dreams or anything. Until Mel begins communication with her kin up top, Ares assumes Hypnos is dead. He is not normal about it. WOO!

Which brings us to now. The scene I have in mind is post game or like later in the game? In this idea Zagreus has been freed and olympians can come and go from the crossroads without alerting the enemy faction.

The concept for both ships is the same: X goes to crossroads and finds Hypnos sleeping, unwoken for (long period of time here) and unreachable. Im imagining the scene from Snow White. X walks up, ruminates on Hypnos and their past together and then kisses him before crumpling on his sleeping form, overcome with grief.

Naturally, the grief is different. Zagreus for lost love. For another thing lost to him through this conflict but due to his own negligence, not the Titan's whims. He chose to ostracize his love, he chose to ignore him when they were all of 30ft away from each other at any given time. His Hypnos, his sleep, who protected his little sister and (perhaps) helped guide his family to safety/defeat the titans whatever. The fates were as cruel as ever.

Ares, in my mind, would find Hypnos earlier. Before the titans are defeated fully. Seeing his lord sleep, his beloved, his heart and dreams left comatose and out of his reach enrages him. He has a new resolve coming out of the meeting, unable to do anything but wish for the utter decimation of any and all against him and the head of whoever put his love in this position.

The crossroad I'm at though (ha) is If true loves kiss can prevail... I love happy fluff good ends but tragedy is so lovely... Id love to hear other's thoughts as well. Feel free to send asks to continue the convo or reply ... or tags of course... sigh... they're so important. Also more Hypnos ships soon.. first on the block: Apollo and Hermes!

#the funnies #hades hypnos #hades 2 #hypnos hades #zagnos #arenos

[ghoulsaint]

#arenos #sketch #hades game #hey whaddap it’s 2024 #im normal about them now i prommy *has my fingers crossed behind my back* #....i'll figure out hypnos's hair someday but today is not that day...

[godly-science]

Can non Victims of ramcia PLEASE stop speaking over the Voices of ACTUAL FUCKING VICTIMS. I am tired of mfs speaking over my and felow victims fucking voices. You do not know what we went through and YOU could not even take even glimse of what i went through. Someone like you could NEVER grasp wjat i went thru so shut up. God Damnit.

#shut up #ramcoa #hc did #c did #mind control #tbmc #please shut up if you areno victim

[front-line-head-line]

Thought of the Day: Be courageous and bold, be humble before your masters, lead with valour! These things above all others will be of use when your time comes to die.

#Warhammer #Warhammer 40K #WH40K #Blood Angels #Arenos Karlaen

[koipalm]

Ares doesn’t know what to do.

The war has been escalating, and this time not even himself and Athena can handle the damage. What started as a political assassination garnered too much attention, first from the mortals, and then from the gods as the prayers gained strength. He didn’t start this war, but he honestly wished he had- then, maybe, he’d be able to control the damage. But he couldn’t stop the generals from praying to his uncle for safe voyages, and he didn’t know that their opponents would pray to Athena, and then the civilians fled to Demeter and Hestia, and the dissidents called on Apollo, so, really: it’s all a clusterfuck. To put it lightly.

And to make it worse, they’re blaming him for this. Again. Which, fuck, fine, he gets it, he’s the god of war, but Athena doesn’t get this treatment, nor does she get to be ostracized for it, not to mention that this time, it wasn’t even his fucking fault! The mortals didn’t even pray to him first!

So, really, all of this means that Ares needs a break. Desperately. And not just a “I need to go lay down because this is exhausting,” a break like he needs help. The prayers barely ebb, instead they’re getting stronger, and now the nymphs are reporting that Hecate has joined. And Ares can’t fight her. Won’t. He can’t fight her, because it won’t be worth it. He’s seen her magic first hand before. Then, he didn’t have to fight her before she was taken down. But he’s the only one on his side right now. He’d ask Hermes or Zagreus for help, but they’re both too busy with the death count in the Underworld to lend any real aid.

Contact with Artemis has also been rough. She’ll try to get to him when he can, but she’s too occupied hunting the monsters released by the carnage to join him on the front lines. The only chance he has left is to contact his Uncle’s realm; specifically, Lady Nyx. He’s seen Thanatos collecting souls, but his sisters more than him have been glutting themselves on the fields of carnage. Hermes relayed that his letter has been delivered by now, but he can’t promise a response. On some level, Ares was expecting this. But by Hades, if he really has to fight Hecate, he can’t promise he won’t freeze. Or just run, for that matter.

For a moment, he contemplates if an Olympian god can die like his cousin Zagreus. Perhaps hanging out in his uncle’s realm for a few years will save him the assured tragedy.

But— no. He has a position to uphold. If, in doing so, he falls to Hecate then— that will have to be how it is. Perhaps, hopefully, maybe, Hermes will realize and save him like last time. Maybe he won’t. But he refuses to turn his back on those that called for him.

Despite what it might cost.

-

Hypnos hits the ground. Hard.

His arms smack the ground before he does, a short delay before the fall, but the shock travels up his body so hard he’s sure he won’t need his shoulders after this. For a moment he lays there, panting into the ground face-down, but he brings his arms underneath him to push himself up. He doesn’t get far before the shake in his limbs makes him catch himself before his chin can hit the ground. He makes a sound, he thinks, something high in his throat, but the ringing in his ears makes it hard to hear it. He’s panting harder now, but his breaths come out in hiccups randomly, like his body doesn’t understand that he’s not still falling. It hurts like a bitch, but the tears beading in his eyes have no real say on what his body can or can’t do, so he keeps trying. The progress is jerky, and he’s stopped panting in favor of making terrible, choked up noises in his throat. The rasp makes his voice sound like a wasp nest, but a part of him is glad that he at least doesn’t have a sore throat yet. Small mercies.

Once he hits his zenith, Hypnos sighs and rocks back onto his calves, choking down the inhale when his bleeding palms reach the ground behind him to support his weight. He wastes time like that, looking up and just choking through his breath. It feels like his forehead is bleeding. It probably is. Whatever. Head wounds always bleed a lot. What might need something, Hypnos thinks, trying not to even entertain the thought of moving, is the open wound in his torso.

Granted, it’s not that large of a wound comparatively, but it’s deep and what originally made it had gotten wrenched out earlier, so he’s not that happy with the state of it. Usually he’ll just go home and bandage his wound, or drink some nectar and pass out while he’s waiting for the bleeding to slow, but when Hypnos lifts a shaky hand to assess the damage, his fingers skate across the slick skin to find a well of blood. It bubbles up when he presses on it, which in hindsight is probably not the best idea. Finally his fingers hit the ragged edges of the wound, which should probably hurt more than it does but he might be in shock. So.

So, in reality, he’s fine! Chthonic gods heal quickly enough, it’ll all be over in a few days. In the meantime, he’ll just— just have to catch up on work! Not that it’s really a bad thing, of course, his job is important, and it’s not that he dislikes it, it’s just that— everyone else gets to talk to other people. They get to move around, and do other things, something other than just stand there as a particularly garish decoration.

Well, maybe not everyone. Achilles does just that, but then again, Hypnos thinks it’s rather a good idea that he doesn’t move around the house as much. He doesn’t need another mortal on his hands, he’s busy enough with the ones already alive. Plus, Achilles is allowed to move around, it’s just that he doesn’t want to. He’s like a tall lamp that occasionally will utter a phrase or so. The point is, Achilles is definitely fucked up, and Hypnos can prove it— he’s seen him in the Nightmares mortals cook up, and it sure isn’t all sheep and sparkling waters. He doesn’t need that guy to walk around and possibly get provoked, Hypnos doesn’t want to have to deal with that and have to put him down for good! Let him stay in his lonely little corner. He just wishes that guy were further away from his station, he’s kind of an eyesore. Again. Not that Hypnos has room to talk, but still. He likes to entertain the idea that at least as a god he’s more valuable than that little squirt.

Speaking of that little squirt, Hypnos teleports into the house with a puff of smoke, letting the remnants of the Lethe disappear as he peeks out behind the pillar he’s hiding behind. He can hear Achilles’ quiet murmurs to Zagreus in the Hall behind, and Hades is behind his desk communing with his paperwork as always. Hypnos can’t see Persephone, but she’s probably somewhere around. Maybe with his mother again. Whatever.

He settles back in at his position, carefully summoning his pen and list. No one bats an eye, and even the shades just form into line without a word. Nothing to see here.

Hypnos hunches over his torso, curling his legs under him. Once he gets a break, he’ll stitch it up, or fuck it, maybe just cauterize it. For now, he lets it bleed into his cape. The inside’s dark for a reason. His head throbs, but at least it’s similar enough to fatigue to brush it off.

God, he’s tired.

-

He isn’t sure how much time has passed. Hypnos is still there, mindlessly floating and checking boxes on his list. His wound is still bleeding sluggishly, but he hasn’t been able to get a break yet. At some point Hades noticed his presence and ordered him to submit his next report, which! Wow, who fucking knew, it wasn’t ready! So he’s behind. Again. Wha-hoo!

Which is to say, he’s looking for a break.

#hades #hades game #ares hades #hypnos hades #my writing #arenos #this was from 2021 tee hee.... let it never be said that i didnt do arenos ok I DID #the idea for this one was that hypnos and hecate were sworn enemies. and hypnos had a scythe! loved that idea. wish i did more with this

[bananadictionary]

Jesus and john wayne the arenos

What do you think? Please leave a comment at the bottom. Get a Kindle copy of Jesus and John Wayne for $14.99 Can. Jesus and John Wayne is not a flawless book but it is worth the read over your Christmas holidays. He grew his churches to over 15,000 with young men through preaching about wives serving their husbands sexually. Mark Driscoll is the former pastor of Mars Hill Church, and leader of the Acts29 network of churches. Most damning is story after story of downplayed instances of clergy sexual abuse and the subjugation of wives. She goes on to observe, “This evangelical consumer culture not only shapes evangelical beliefs and values, but it also fosters a sense of communal identity across regional, denominational, and socioeconomic differences.” In an interview Du Mez asks, “Did you grow up listening to Focus on the Family in your home each and every day? Did you shop at Christian bookstores? Did you listen to Christian music or Christian talk radio?” Yes, yes, yes and yes. For those of us who have struggled to make sense of our evangelical culture, we don’t need citations to tell us what we already know.”ĭu Mez clearly shows that the books, book tours, Bible studies, music, Christian bookstores, and publishing industry within evangelicalism played a crucial role in maintaining and distributing evangelical norms and values. “We’ve seen many of these issues with our own eyes: the dismissive responses, the sexist comments, the failure to act on the part of victims, the exaggerated responses to perceived cultural threats. Jamie Carlson, though critical of Du Mez’s arguments, says her work brings order to what others have struggled to express. “This is the way apostle Paul describes marriage in Ephesians chapter 5: A husband is like a savior to his wife, the burden really lies with men, to see themselves as those who rescue women from loneliness, to rescue women from being in a unfulfilled life, being in a place where they are not provided for, where they are not protected, not cared for, not loved, not given opportunity to have children.” Norms And Values He is one of the many leaders that Du Mez points to as an illustration of an unhealthy, patriarchal church culture. John MacArthur is the lead pastor of Grace Community Church, Sun Valley, California, the Chancellor of Master’s University & Seminary, and featured teacher with the Grace to You media ministry. And what of his vulgarity?… Even sexual assault? Well, boys will be boys…If you wanted a tamer man, castrate him.” She offers a biting version of Evangelical Christianity “What makes for a strong leader? A virile (white) man. Jesus and John Wayne: How White Evangelicals Corrupted a Faith and Fractured a Nation is a New York Times bestseller. She holds a PhD from the University of Notre Dame and her research focuses on the intersection of gender, religion, and politics. Boys Will Be Boysĭu Mez is a Professor of History and Gender Studies at Calvin University. Jesus and John Wayne share a lot in common in evangelical thinking. John Wayne is the icon of a lost time when men were men, political correctness was for sissies, the good guys were unafraid to tell it like it is and did what needed to be done. Her research shows evangelical males replacing the Jesus of the Gospels with what one chaplain calls “a spiritual badass.” Du Mez exposes the darkest underbelly of Evangelicalism. She doesn’t make accusations or applications. Billy Graham, James Dobson, Tim LaHaye, Ed Cole, Bill McCartney, and organizations like Promise Keepers, and the Christian Men’s Network. One after another, legendary influencers of my formative pastoral years were paraded out. I plowed through all 386 pages in three nights of reading. She crafts a compelling narrative revealing Trump in fact represented the fulfillment, rather than the betrayal, of white evangelicals’ most deeply held values: patriarchy, authoritarian rule, aggressive foreign policy, fear of Islam, ambivalence toward #MeToo, and opposition to Black Lives Matter and the LGBTQ community. Jesus, I know and John Wayne, I know, but who is Kristen Kobes Du Mez? White Evangelicalsĭu Mez is the author who set evangelical Christians’ hair on fire writing about John Wayne, Jesus, white evangelicals and, of course, Donald Trump.

#Jesus and john wayne the arenos

[raemeh]

the urge to draw more bald/balding people to give appreciation but there AreNO GOOD PHOTOS REFERENCES BECAUSE PEOPLE WON’T STOP MAKING BALD JOKES

#Destroying every photo mocking bald/balding people #I wish I had good references #I have myself but I want variety

[majachee]

Yk.... .

#arenos #wip #might delete later ngl

[living400lbs]

"The Greek word “nostalgia” derives from the root nostros, meaning “return home,” and algia, meaning “longing.” Doctors in seventeenth-century Europe considered nostalgia an illness, like the flu, mainly suffered by displaced migrant servants, soldiers, and job seekers, and curable through opium, leeches, or, for the affluent, a journey to the Swiss Alps. Throughout time, such feeling has been widely acknowledged. The Portuguese have the term saudade. The Russians have toska. The Czechs have litost. Others too name the feeling: for Romanians, it’s dor, for Germans, it’s heimweh. The Welsh have hiraeth, the Spanish mal de corazon. Many who have suffered from this illness of heart have been forced to leave a beloved home that is itself still there. But Harold and Annette Areno live at home in an environment no longer there."

From Strangers In Their Own Land by Arlie Russell Hochschild

#strangers in their own land #arlie russell hochschild #climate and environment #water pollution #air pollution

[ghoulsaint]

some older sketches & studies

#ares hades #ares #arenos #charmes #hades game #hades #hades supergiant #sketch

[dreamingofpoppies]

I want to draw arenos i want to draw arenos i want to draw arenos