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Some more Pride butterflies for @thyroidking!

Cetero | Lesbian | Enby

Gay 1 | Trans | Gay 2

this post is safe for folks with any fictional source and for endogenic systems! please don't reblog if your blog is not

🎨 How do you feel about fanart?

📝 How do you feel about fanfiction?

✅ What does the fandom usually get right?

❌ What does the fandom usually get wrong?

🗺️ What do you miss about your world?

💔 Who are you missing right now?

🚫 Is there anyone you hope to never see again?

🔀 How canon-divergent vs. canon-compliant are you?

⚧ What were your gender and orientation in your timeline; was your identity canon?

💗 What helps you feel closer to your source (in a positive way)?

🖊️ Do you use your name from your source?

👬 How do you feel about doubles?

⭐ Is your fiction-based identity spiritual, psychological, or something else?

🎙️ What's the biggest difference between you and your canon self?

💞 What's the biggest similarity between you and your canon self?

❓ Do you prefer when people are familiar or unfamiliar with your source when they meet you?

👍 What's your favorite thing about your source?

👎 What's your least favorite thing about your source?

💸 Do you own any merch of your source?

🌸 Do you feel comfortable in your fiction-based identity?

random emoji-based questions to sate your curiosity. this is NOT a tag game. reblog to have people send you asks with emojis to answer

personal

👁 eye colour

🇪🇺 nationality

🏳️‍🌈 sexuality

🏳️‍⚧️ gender identity

🛐 religion

faves

☕️ hot drink

🧃 cold drink

🍜 dish

🍉 fruit

🥦 veggie

🎉 holiday

🎲 game

🏐 sport

🐈‍⬛ animal

🌻 flower

🌦 weather

🌍 place

🚙 means of transport

fandom faves

😇 blorbo

😈 meow meow

👥️ otp

📺 tv show

🎬 movie

📚 book

Achilles and Patroclus shadow. Iliad. (2022)

This is a redrawn version of the work done in 2015, where the characters still look very stereotypical: classical greek/ hellenistic (This old work is also in my gallery :D ).

“No sooner had sleep caught, dissolving all his grief, as mists if refreshing slumber poured around him there– his powerful frame was bone-weary from charging Hector straight and hard to the walls of windswept Troy– than the ghost of stricken Patroclus drifted up… He was like the man to the life, every feature, the same tall build and the fine eyes and voice …” “Hovering at his head the phantom rose and spoke: ‘Sleeping Achilles? You’ve forgotten me, my friend. You never neglected me in life, only now in death. Bury me quickly- let me pass the Gates of Hades. Oh give me your hand- I beg you with my tears! Never, never again shall I return from Hades once you have given me the shoothing rites of fire. Never again will you and I, alive and breathing, huddle side-by-side, apart from loyal comrades, making plans together- never … Grim death, that death assigned from the day that I was born has spread its hateful jaws to take me down. A last request- grant it, please. Never bury my bones apart from yours, Achilles, let them lie together…” “So now let a single urn, the gold two-handled urn your noble mother gave you, hold our bones– together!’ And the swift runner Achilles rassured him warmly: 'Why have you returnde to me here, dear brother, friend? Why tell me o fall that I must do? I’ll do it all. I will obey you, your demands. Oh come closer! Throw our arms around each other, just for a moment- take some joy in teras that numb the heart!’ In the same bfreath he stretched his loving arms but could not seize him, the ghost slipped underground like a wisp of smoke… with a high thin cry.”

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