#oc: aphrodite

[beeziewe033]

This meme is probably so dead

(ft. My impsona Jinx and my bestie's succubus-sona Aphrodite)

#oc: Aphrodite #oc: Jinx #helluva boss oc #helluva boss lust ring #helluva boss pride ring #helluva boss impcity #helluva boss succubus #helluva hoss imp #impsona #succubus-sona #helluva boss #hb #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc

[oneirataxia-girl]

oc halloween challenge 2023 ⇝ days six to twelve

Horror Character Tropes ft. Garvita Srinivasan, Jin "Eyre" Raon, Emmy Carmi, Delphi Guerrero, Variel Iden, Solita Solomons & Aphrodite, Love of The Olympians

Starring... Garvita as The Harmless Antagonist Raon as The Comedic Relief Emmy as The Denier Delphi as The Harbinger Variel as The Accomplice Solita as The Killer & Aphrodite as The Final Girl

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the enabler's call: @arrthurpendragon @hiya-itsamber @carmens-garden @nightmaresart @slytherindisaster @daughter-of-melpomene @darth-caillic @shrinkthisviolet @bibaybe -- want to be added? shoot me an ask!!

#delphi's took me the longest bc cierra is smiling in all her pics 😭 girlie you're gorgeous but you don't have to smile in every pic pls #anyhow i gave up after delphi's i think it's pretty obvious lol #the titles are also foreshadowing for their roles in their fics #let's keep it at that #*deep breath* #oc: garvita srinivasan #oc: jin raon “eyre” #oc: emmy carmi #oc: delphi guerrero #oc: variel iden #oc: solita solomons #oc: aphrodite #alvita's edits #ohc2023 #ocapp #ocappreciation #fyeahocsofcolor #pococs #ochub

[ocappreciation]

ocappreciation + 2022 oc gift exchange ☃

↳ to: @oneirataxia-girl → from: @arrthurpendragon

#oc: aphrodite #fic: figments of myrtle #fd: the sandman #holiday gift exchange

[faerune]

— OCS AS GREEK GODS

Tagged by @prometheas, @chuckhansen, @dihardys, @leviiackrman​ to take this quiz for my babies! Thank you guys 💗

Tagging: @solasan, @queennymeria, @lvllns, @arborstone, @faarkas, @aartyom, @arthrmorgann, @druidgroves, @shadowglens, @arklay, and anyone else who would like to do this!

HESTIA

i live in jealousy at the hestias of the world. just the chillest people alive. oh there's going to be some conflict because dionysos wants to become an olympian and there can only be 12. ill just step down idc. i didn't even like doing this anyway i just want to chill by the fire. is it weed? is that how you're so profoundly cool all the time? you're literally the embodiement of a warm fire and a home cooked meal.

ATHENA

ok yes you know everything. and you're a bit arrogant about it. and sometimes when you're confronted with the fact that you don't know/aren't the best at everything... you have a little meltdown. its fine. we all do it. If you chose any of the train themed answers you should've got athena, lets face it she'd go wild for them.

APHRODITE

You honestly have the hardest energy to pin down. 'oh aphrodite is just some love/sex god' WRONG the spartans worshipped her as a war goddess. you can be found anywhere and nowhere, you are mysterious, you are etherial, many probably love you.

#these are so funny and very accurate at the same time #honestly tess deserves to just sit on her porch and smoke a blunt #oc: tess #oc: diana #oc: aphrodite #emily got tagged

[ocpotluck]

Happy Holidays @oneirataxia-girl [P2]

#ocappreciation #ocpotluckholidayexchange22 #oc: aphrodite #fandom: the sandman #type: aesthetic #submitted by: come-along-pond

[crqstalite]

x x "Here for the rejects, the outcasts and everyone in between, PLATINUM comes roaring down from the heavens with something for everyone who's ever felt out of place. Lead singer Aphrodite (Talis Rose), and high school friends have amassed a following behind their synthpop sound since their humble beginnings. Known for their breakout single, NEON NIGHTS, they've since performed at sold out concerts and found fans from across the globe. While every member is a standout for any given amount of reasons, Aphrodite herself leans into the misfit, donning clothes that she feels "speaks to the weird little girl in all of us" that take inspiration from Greek myths, just like their music.

Previously involved with Seven Lawless, now of Soft Violence, Rose comments that she thinks the split was "for the best" with every party involved, though it's no secret that Rose and Lawless have had an icy relationship since. With their band joining the show Battle of the Bands, it's only a matter of time until casual and dedicated fans alike see sparks fly between the competing bands -- especially after a testy encounter with Underground Wastebasket that ended in punches being thrown with rumors of cheating at PLATINUM's heels.

STREAM DEMIGODS + DEMONS ON SPOTIFY

credits // @9clouds<< template @infamous-if

(her fc is yara shahidi btw!!)

#oc: talis rose #oc: aphrodite #andre's if tag #infamous if #oc #original character #edit #HAHA ive wrangled photopea into submission #suck on that transform tool #anyway now im tired lmao #i have a final in two days n i spent my evening doing this lmao

[coruscqte]

talis does not drink because the two times shes drank in her life were:

a) with seven, trying alcohol out of her parents’ fridge one night. decided she hated the taste and the high but seven was there with her and she admitted she loved her like a sister. seven laughed and admitted the same. to this day talis still does, but that love has become gnarled and changed in a way she doesn’t know what to do with.

b) drank to almost blackout after their massive argument post-band-breakup. she was so pissed at the band, pissed at seven, pissed at herself that she downed the first bottle of whatever she could find because the burn of beer was so much better than having to sort thru her emotions right then and there. rowan + jazzy had to come find her after she called them sobbing and help her through the rest of a shitty trip and hold her hair back in the morning as she almost puked all over her most expensive outfit.

so talis just doesn’t drink anymore because it reminds her of seven too much. plus she feels like it drops her guard past where’s safe, she needs to be on guard and In Control all the time for more reasons that she lets on to orion.

because even if theyre at a party, at a function, whatever, she needs to be sober. she can’t let things go again. because she let seven go, and shes felt like theres a hole in her heart ever since.

#oc: talis rose #oc #original character #oc: aphrodite #infamous if #oh babey girl im gonna psychoanalyze every decision i made for you so hard you dont get it

[lecsainz]

hii can u do percy jackson x aphrodite reader?? ty🙏🏼

ISN’T IT OBVIOUS

parings: percy jackson x aphrodite!reader

an: I'm not ready for the last episode 😭

summary: the one where you're a daughter of aphrodite and end up with the son of poseidon.

( my last work for riodanverse || go to main masterlist )

You and Percy crossed paths during the trio's mission. You happened to be in the same diner as Ares, embarking on your own quest. Grover sensed your presence, and before you knew it, you became an unexpected addition to the group. Fortunately, Ares treated the group better upon learning that you were a daughter of Aphrodite, as he couldn't mistreat a child of his beloved goddess.

Percy was utterly captivated when he first laid eyes on you. "Who's she?" he asked Grover, his attention completely absorbed by your presence. Grover chuckled at Percy's obliviousness to everything else but you.

Impressing the trio as you slay a monster, you confidently remark, "What? Just because I've just painted my nails doesn't mean I can't defeat this ugly thing."

After you confidently slay the monster, Percy looks at you and exclaims, "I'm gonna marry that girl!" Annabeth rolls her eyes, saying, "Oh boy," while Grover bursts into laughter, leaving you blushing

He'd ALWAYS look at you with a little smirk.

It took Percy a while to muster the courage to ask you out, and when he finally did, he stumbled over his words in a nervous attempt.

"Uh, hey, Y/N," Percy started, scratching the back of his head. "I was thinking, you know, maybe we could, um, grab some... uh, food? Yeah, like a, um, dinner thing?" His cheeks turned a subtle shade of pink as he anxiously awaited your response. You couldn't help but smile at Percy's adorable nervousness. With a teasing glint in your eye, you replied, "Dinner sounds great, Percy. I mean, if you're not too scared to share a meal with me."

You wouldn't even need to use charm on him because, well, he's head over heels for you and would do anything without you even asking.

Percy would be the type to love listening to you talk for hours just to admire you.

On a quiet night, Percy appeared at your cabin door with a small box. He rubbed the back of his neck, a bit awkward, and said, "Hey, brought this for you." Opening the box, you found a delicate necklace with a seashell-shaped pendant, reminiscent of the sea. Percy nervously smiled, "I saw this and thought of you, I don't know... thought you might like it." Your heart melted with his sincerity, and you said softly, "Percy, it's perfect. Thank you so much." He scratched his head, a blush rising on his cheeks. "It was nothing, really." Before you knew it, you hugged him and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. Your siblings from the Aphrodite cabin, who were not exactly discreetly observing, let out a chorus of "awww" and enchanted smiles.

Deep down, Percy hopes you won't break his heart just for the sake of the Aphrodite kids' ritual.

During a casual conversation with your sisters, you found yourself talking about Percy. The way he smiled, the warmth in his eyes – everything seemed to stand out more vividly. Your sisters, with their knowing smiles, teased you playfully. "Y/N, you're glowing whenever you talk about him!" Blushing, you tried to play it off. "Oh, come on, it's nothing. We're just friends." One of your sisters winked. "Friends or not, there's something in the air when you're around him. Admit it, you like him."

He'd want to protect you from everything, and if you got hurt, Percy would blame himself for days until you assured him it wasn't his fault.

As you and Percy strolled through the camp, a boy from the Ares cabin approached you, nervously asking if you'd like to go out sometime. You exchanged a polite smile, ready to turn him down gently, but Percy surprised you. "Sorry, she's taken," he said, intertwining his fingers with yours. You looked at him with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. The Ares boy seemed taken aback, and you couldn't help but chuckle. "Taken? Percy, are we...?" Percy grinned, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "Yep, we are. Officially. If you're okay with that, of course." Your heart warmed at his words, and with a playful grin, you replied, "Absolutely, seaweed brain."

Percy LOVES hugging you, so there would be lots and lots of hugs.

You two would be the clingy type, doing everything together.

He'd get suspicious every time a guy approached because, well, you're irresistible, and he definitely wouldn't trust the Hermes boys.

You'd suggest spa nights in Percy's cabin, and he'd gladly agree. Many times, he'd ask you to sleep in the cabin with him.

Movie nights that would end with you falling asleep on his shoulder, and he wouldn't know how to handle it at first, but he'd get used to it, feeling like the luckiest demigod in camp.

Percy trying to make cheesy pick-up lines for you in public and leaving you redder than a tomato.

Let's face it; you'd be THE it couple at the camp.

#percy jackson x you #percy jackson x oc #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson fluff #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson oneshot #percy jackson headcanon #percy jackson fic #percy jackson #pjo x you #pjo x reader #luke castellan pjo #pjo fanfic #pjo tv show #luke castellan x you #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan headcanons #aphrodite!reader

[sydnieminty]

Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Beauty 💘

I've been messing with the idea of doing something with Ares and Aphrodite so here's my version of her 💖

I wanted to lean into a very pearlescent look to her. Born from seafoam, a gift from the ocean.

#Aphrodite #greek mythology #oc #character design #my art #lineless art #digital art #goddess #greek goddess #greek gods #mythology

[ghouljams]

Here's my Eros and Psyche, Ghost/Goddess!reader(love), pitch

Ghost has never been good at love, has always loved too fiercely, too violently. He's never been able to separate love from war, when he found his family slaughtered he understood that true violence comes from heartbreak, from affection, from having nothing to lose. Of course he'd catch the attention of the goddess of love, passion, and vengeful warfare.

Ghost had nothing, he has no one. He wakes up in a soft bed with downy pillows and luxurious furs. He feels out of place, dirty with sweat and blood, still wearing the leather of war. Is he dead? It doesn't look like elysium is supposed to.

He pulls back the gauzy silk netting over the bed and cautiously, curiously, investigates. He finds the note immediately. Instructions. He has free reign of the house, as long as he doesn't leave, and as long as he's understanding. Understanding of what he doesn't know, but it's dark by the time he's through investigating the house. Then all the torches go put, the whole place plunged into darkness.

And somehow it doesn't scare him. He doesn't jump when your arms circle his shoulders and you lean against his back, pressing your lips to his ear. "Welcome home Simon," you whisper to him. He reaches back, runs his hand up the soft skin of your thigh, the house may not be elysium but you certainly feel like you might be.

"You know my name," he frowns, and you hum. The sound is so melodic, coaxing him to relax as your fingers squeeze his chest.

"I know," you purr, "everything about you."

Ghost turns in your hold, he doesn't know why he's surprised you let him, doesn't know why he's surprised he can't see you in the darkness. He reaches carefully to find your face, cupping your cheek, then sliding his fingers down to hold your throat. "Who are you?" He warns.

"Your love," you push into his hold, "as long as you can follow the rules."

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #x oc #cod x oc #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ghost cod #oc: love #what do we think folks #i love mythology and love is so good as an eros/aphrodite character

[oneirataxia-girl]

INTRODUCING: APHRODITE, LOVE OF THE OLYMPIANS

a loved figure in the pantheon, Aphrodite is as ethereal as the way a goddess of beauty can possibly be -- with clever brains to match even her cousin Athena, her virtues may prove to be her success, but might also be her downfall some dark day in the unforeseeable ticks of the unstopping clock

coloring

The Enabler's Call - @arrthurpendragon @misshiraeth98 @nightmaresart - want to be added? shoot me an ask!

#oc: aphrodite #the sandman oc #fd: the sandman #aphrodite is so easy to make stuff for I'm so sorry my other kids #i will come around to make one for each of them I swear #pls ask to be tagged #pls i am begging #alvita's edits #alvita's writing

[nycteres]

Ira Deorum

WIP Prologue for longer fic | Fandom: BG3 | CW: Mildly implied child neglect.

Trying to actually write my dumb little BG3 Protag fanfic. 😭 Idk how far I'll get but i needed a place to store this that was easier than google docs lmao.

Bards and poets alike - the egocentric windbags that they are - have often said, ‘Home is the first grave’.

Aphrodite walks down a dirt and clay road - one she hoped she’d never have to set foot on again - and tries to put the saying out of her mind.

Red road dust licks at her heels. It’s clumped along the straps of her sandals, adding new grit with every step for the last several miles. The hem of her skirt is similarly soiled, clay and linen tangled together, swishing around her ankles sad and deflated.

Half-buried before she’s even reached the doorstep.

By the time the farmhouse comes into view, her tail drags across the ground. It carves little furrows, kicking up more dirt; covering the vibrant purple of her skin with a layer of rusty brown. It hooks on stones and pebbles and she lets it. A yoke she must drag forward. Feeling less like a Tiefling and more like a workhorse with every step.

No one greets her, not when the steps groan loudly at her weight. Not even when the door swings open on tired hinges, with a protesting creak.

Her mother stands in the kitchen, in the same spot she always has, as if she’d never left it in all those years. Sorting beans with quick hands and a tired air.

“Oh,” She startles when seeing her. Bringing a hand up to her chest and letting loose a dramatic sigh. “You gave me a fright there, we weren’t expecting you till tomorrow.”

“I walk fast,” Aphrodite says, doing what she must. Laying her pack down on a nearby chair and folding her mother into a hug.

She’s just a small as she was last time. Fitting neatly into the space at Aphrodite’s shoulder, hands creased and rough as they fiddle with her blouse, fastidiously tugging at garments that are still well in their place.

Her mother’s complexion is of a similar color, if faded by time and sun. Not an eye catching, violent purple, that Aphrodite takes pain to contrast against fine silks and glittering metals.

Her coloration is almost dun. A muddy violet, chapped and wind worn, one that looks dull even against Aphrodite’s third best traveling cloak. The one made of sensible, dark brown wool. The kind that wont offend her parents with its excess. It’s only concessions to her tastes being the scarlet flowers one of the acrobats in her caravan had embroidered around the hood.

Everything in the farmhouse is muted and weathered. The hug is too, even if Aphrodite lingers out of the vague sense that this is what she owes, as a daughter. Whether she wants to give it or not.

They break away after long enough has passed. Counting the beats in her head until she can unwind her mothers arms, step out of their reach with pity and gentleness and relief.

“In any case, we’re always glad to have you.” Her mother says, going back to her beans with a gentle pat to her shoulder. “I could always use the help. You know how they are.”

“Hard to forget.” She says, sunny; with a drawling trill to her undertone.

Aphrodite’s sarcasm is deftly ignored. The shelled beans falling into the container in little stuttered taps, like rain on a tin roof. Echoes that fill the awkward silence.

“It’s worse than any of the others I’ve had.” Her mother offers. “You’re welcome to try if you feel that confident. He’ll be in the bedroom. It’s a task getting him to come out some days.”

“Really?” She can’t help but needle a bit. “A seasoned veteran like you, done in by a single child?”

“I said it to that priest so he could write it down for me in our letter. And I’ll say to you again now. He’s an odd one. There’s something off about that boy.”

Aphrodite hums, a soothing two tone sound she uses on particularly uppity clients. Falling into the usual song and dance, an worn groove of Deflect, De-escalate and Disengage.

“Why don’t you show me where he is? I’ll see what I can do while you finish up.”

Her mother shoots her a particularly nasty and tired look. One that says that Aphrodite knows exactly where the bedrooms are located and should need no guide.

She doesn't back down, but rolls her eyes. Leaning against the solid oak dining table. One of the few pieces of furniture that doesn't look like it’s old enough to have seen the second sundering. The one that she sent them money for, when their last table broke.

“It’s five steps down the hall, it’s not going to kill you.” She cajoles with a nasty and tired look of her own. “He’s - what? - three, he’d probably be more worried if a stranger came in without him knowing who they are.”

She gets her way in the end. Even if the acquiescence comes with a disgusted sigh. Her guide stomping down the hallway with ill grace.

The door to the third bedroom is thrown open with little fanfare. When Aphrodite steps through, it’s like swimming against a current of Déjà vu. Old memories superimposed against the current floor plan.

It looks different now than when she was last here. Housing one child instead of several. None of the triplets’ effects randomly clutter the floor. There aren’t lutes and lyres and badly whittled flutes to serve as a tripping hazard to unwary visitors. But parts of it are still same in the end.

Faded curtains, a rickety pallet bed. An endless pile of mended blankets to ward off the chill.

“I’m afraid I offended him by trying to get him into a change of clothes this morning. He’s refused to come out since then.” Her mother - their mother - gives another deep exhale. A new kind of weariness in her tone, surprising after eight children. But maybe it shouldn’t be, if one considers what little time she had actually spent with them.

“You’re welcome to try your hand at it,” She offers with a shake of her head, heading back to the kitchen. Not remembering or not caring that she had asked for an introduction.

Aphrodite shuts the door quietly behind her. Cutting off escape routes. Intimately familiar with which hiding spots a small child might favor.

She doesn’t find him in the chest of drawers, or behind the shabby little dresser in the corner. But the creak of a floorboard alerts her to her quarry. Taking pains to move slowly, she steps closer to the bed, sinks to her knees and shuffles under it as best as she can.

He’s wedged against the wall, pillbugged into a stiff little shape. Horns dusted with all the cobwebs that accumulate near the edge of the baseboards, where no one ever sweeps.

“Hello there,” She greets him, taking pains to keep her voice soft and pleasant.

Her brother doesn’t respond. Watching, waiting. With black sclera and bright pupils, a blazing orange that hearkened back to the eternal fires of Nessus.

Not even the shadows can hide the ridiculous coloration of the rest of him. As pink as she is purple, contrasting sharply against the cream linens and homey ginghams that cover their home.

“Well,” She says dryly, not bothered yet by his lack of response. “At least you got some of my good looks.”

“Fate has preserved you from looking like father, in any case,” Aphrodite whispers conspiratorially, knowing children love nothing more than being included in a good gossip session. “Cherry red is very passé I’m afraid.”

He doesn’t respond. But she can see his nails digging gouges into the wood. Still, tense, quiet.

Aphrodite switches tracks. It's the mark of a good conman, knowing when tailor your approach to the current audience.

“My name’s Aphrodite. I’m one of your sisters. Why don’t you come with me, and we can get you something to eat.”

She holds out her hand, dusty with the filth that accumulates underneath a bed. Prepared to wait for as long as it takes.

Which is a while, in the end. A long, expectant silence. Broken only by the roosters crowing outside.

“I promise I won’t make you change clothes.” She whispers conspiratorially. Playing her trump card.

Basking in the success of the moment. When that little hand folds into hers, and lets itself be shuffled out from underneath the bed, cobwebs and all.

His name is Adrammael. A name that is as predictably long and awkward as all of his other sibling’s names. To speak nothing of her own.

Their parents don’t even have the grace to remember which one of them came up with it.

“It’s practically child abuse to make you write that out, when you start learning your letters.” She says to him one evening. When they both sit inside the run, warming themselves in the sun.

“You look more like a Dram to me.” Aphrodite decides with firm certainty.

If Dram has any opinions on the subject, he doesn’t care to share them. Preoccupied with burying his face into one of the chickens that he’s coerced into sitting in his lap. Making one of those odd guttural, humming noises he seems so fond of, muffled by a mouthful of feathers.

Aphrodite would rather swallow a particularly hot coal than admit to her mother being right about anything, but in the privacy of her mind, she is forced to admit. There really is something off about that boy.

Dram takes to her easily enough despite that.

She takes to him too, despite the myriad of difficulties that have stopped their parents from doing the same.

Chief among them being that he doesn’t speak yet. No matter what sort of threat or bribe he’s faced with.

Dram does not speak, even though he’s of the age to. But to everyone’s annoyance - even hers - he has no problem with screaming. He screams when he’s angry and when he’s upset and when they make him wear certain articles of clothing.

He’ll run away if the dinner contains certain vegetables he’s not too fond of. Crawl under the table to hide when they have visitors. Press his hands to his ears and start up a slew of truly concerning vocalizations if he’s forced into a situation that isn’t to his liking.

He’s a terrible handful of a child - despite having practically raised her seven other siblings, possessing more than enough experience with kids of his age - and there are times where Aphrodite fantasizes about going back to her old caravan. Letting her parents sort this one out by themselves. Learn the consequences of not using any kind of protection for once in their lives.

It’s a beautiful fantasy. If one that falls apart pretty quickly.

Crumbling to pieces a little more every time she wakes up and finds him in her room yet again. Waiting to follow her around the house from dawn to dusk. Trailing after her skirts with a solemn stare that seems out of place on his round, little face.

The thrill of it wears down sooner than she thought. Banished completely when she gets him to sound out a word or two after trying for weeks on end. Realizing that it’s not that he can’t, but that he doesn’t want to.

The way he doesn’t want to try yams and the way he doesn’t want to be around their father any more than she does. Scurrying under furniture when he enters the room. The tip of his tail poking out from his hiding places like an over sized rat.

It doesn’t help that her parent’s fall back into old routines easily enough.

Aphrodite’s here after all. No need to look after your own child once the free labor has arrived.

A resentment that grows and festers. Bubbling over when she sees him scoot a stool next to the cabinets one afternoon. Clambering up to the counter in the stumbling, uncoordinated way children of that size navigate the world.

Clumsy, but practiced enough to manage on his own.

A child who had learned to get into the pantry to feed itself, since her parents were still in bed and she hadn’t thought to offer him lunch yet.

Aphrodite watches him gnaw on slightly stale bread. Letting a solid century of grievances darken her thoughts and spur on her pettiness.

Home may be the first grave, but she's not very inclined to bury the hatchet alongside herself.

“Dram,” She says carefully, setting him down from the counter. Reaching for that foreign power that perches on the back of her mind and delights in her rash decisions.

“How would you like to go on a trip with me?”

Dram doesn’t say anything. Keeps working on his snack with single-minded determination.

But his hand winds itself into the fabrics of her skirt easily enough. Tail twining around hers, more at ease with Aphrodite than he is with anyone else. Despite how little time she’s spent with him in comparison to their parents. Barely six weeks, by the time she thinks to start scheming.

“I think you’ll have fun.” Aphrodite pats his head, knowing he won’t mind too much in the end.

“I certainly won’t. Considering how I’ll have to give up most of my social life.”

She sighs dramatically - heartfelt and whiny - in a way she feels that befits someone going through great sacrifice. Letting it all out before she’s forced to move on more actionable concerns.

“But first, we need to eliminate the chance of any surprises of this kind happening again.” Aphrodite relishes the thought. Urging him towards the run. Letting him play with the chickens while she drafts an amendment to a particularly tricky contract, and tries to puzzle out the worth of a foreign body part.

Fae did have an unsettling lust for such things. One which she planned to exploit in her favor.

#oc: dram #oc: aphrodite #my writing #txt.wav #is this good #who knows #but its here #and thats enough

[jeananasartblog]

The three graces Apollo - Artemis - Aphrodite

#greek mythology #apollo #artemis #aphrodite #OC #ocs

[time-silent]

Now this is the whole collection. My design for the Olympians are finally done……

#my art #oc #original character #greek myth #greek myth art #greek mythology #dionysus #apollo #artemis #athena #hermes #hera #aphrodite #persephone #demeter #hestia #zeus #poseidon #hades #ares #hephaestus

[bubblyernie]

Aesta and Tui-El, but drawn as Aphrodite and Anchises :,> this was a crazy project to work on and Im so happy with how it turned out!! It's based on a translation of the Homeric Hymn to Aphrodite! 

art tag // commission info

#sunshan draws #alphonse mucha #aphrodite #art nouveau #dnd #homeric hymns #dungeons and dragons #character illustration #illustration #fantasy #sketch #digital art #digital painting #digital sketch #art #doodles #oc #ocs #concept art #character design #mucha #greek mythology #greek gods #anchises

[crqstalite]

hc: bc we got that little choice abt whether everyone dresses similar at the beginning of the game — talis wears glitter on the sides of her eyes and since its part of her brand now, she extends the idea to her dear dear band mates (who are finding glitter clinging to every article of clothing they own now) bc she thinks its cute and now does the same style on everyone. it doesnt matter what anyones wearing, but they wont go on stage until talis is given the chance to complete this little ritual

#andre’s if tag #oc: talis rose #oc: aphrodite #infamous if