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So, uh, anyone want some fanart of apollo?
No? Yes? No?
I’ll take that as a yes :)
Spoilers for “The Tyrant’s Tomb”?
His name-tag reads “Hello, I used to be: Apollo”
(Sorry for not the best quality)
Okay, so, you know that au? The one where; as Apollo is battling Python in the styx, his blood becomes flowers on the riverbed? Yeah, well I had a sudden, wonderful idea, and this is what came from it.
Have Apollo/Lester (chibi style) and his styx flowers.
Close ups of the boy
Apollo God of archery, music and dance, truth and prophecy, healing and diseases, the sun and light, and poetry 💛☀️💛
More AC pixels...
I feel kinda proud that I can see my improvement ;v;
Also, if you guys want to request your fav neighbour or something go ahead, I don’t promise I’ll draw them quick, but I’ll do them eventually…
intro -
basic info
୨ৎ they ୨ৎ pansexual ୨ৎ mixed race ୨ৎ 🇲🇽 + 🇬🇧 ୨ৎ mainly into homoerotic 19th century lit ୨ৎ dating the sweetest girl!! ୨ৎ isfp
dni + byi
dni: zionists, homophobes, racists, etc (the basics) byi: this account is mainly used to literature, poetry and majority of my interests(most are queer) so if you’re not into that, i’d recommend you don’t interact.
my main fandoms + favs
- jekyll and hyde (utterson) - the picture of dorian gray (basil hallward) - sins of the cities (justin lazarus). - whybourne + griffin series (griffin + maggie). - smosh - yt (shayne + spencer + tommy). - kpop (jimin, lia, yeosang, winter, txt). - marvel (loki, deadpool, thor, etc) - films in general (mainly queer)
my hobbies
• reading • painting • writing • watching yt and bed-rotting
i hope you all grasp more about who i am through this post!!
my fav song rn: fantasmas by humbe + to be alone by hozier
"A Jester can mock, and the King cannot fight
For the gift of free thought is the jester's one right."
A sweet golden prince who lived up in the sky,
Listened to his families' terrible fights,
The ceiling would rumble, the tile would shake,
The throne room was fragile, and soon it would break.
He'd attempt to speak, but it never went right,
His father would rage, and he'd lose every fight,
As decades passed by, it soon became clear,
The King saw his son as a monster to fear.
The Prince quickly followed every command,
Only to be trapped by his father's cruel hand,
Years of destruction with no end in sight,
This war would not end with a large act of might.
And so the Prince stopped fighting fire with fire,
And instead he pulled out his golden stringed lyre,
Since he had no respect, he would leave the King's cage,
And swap out the throne room for a shining stage.
He taunted with wit and he giggled with guile,
And even his sorrow he shared with a smile,
His father's gaze lessened, his temper was tame,
As his once "Golden Prince" treated life like a game.
The centuries passed and the mirth never ceased,
The sun never set on the first son of Greece,
He danced for his siblings and bit down his pain,
Since each peal of laughter meant there'd be less rain.
There's only one role for which there are no rules,
So who is the jester, and who is the fool?