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art dump part 3
THIS IS WHERE WE GET TO THE GOOD STUFF
THE GROUP BUST DESIGNS!!!!!!
starting off VERY strong with the first Trojan royals 😼(in age order)
Ok next! Odysseus’ NAMED crew members. Arepita is there because yes he is trust me ok guys? (He is an oc of @starsintheendlessnight by the wayyyyy)
Haha elpenar hehehhhe and my lovely son polites and arepita and Eurylochus hiiiii 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
@devilishalec GET OVER HERE GRRRRRR ok anyways!! 😇😇😇😇😇
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So I remembered that you showed interest in my design of Ganymede! And I was wondering if you’d be interested in how I designed his brothers as well? (not me going kinda feral over them lmao—) And a happily cute Ganymede as a bonus
THEY'RE ALL SO CUTE 🥺🥺
I love Ganymedes' hair! Seems so fluffy hehe
Jdbrecords was kind enough to re-run my poem “Jezebel” on his blog for National Poetry Month (it originally appeared in Assaracus).
Maj. Tom's Cyberspace Oddity
Of men not prone to spoon, who fast enmesh I know not one with eyes as frank as yours remorseless guys who come online, not flesh but gigabytes; each .gif they post downpours a faceless shard of fuzzy body parts through clouds of RAM, as, lost, it meteors a falling asteroid of REM to chart deleted longing. Mine, theirs--who would care? Such veiled chance trajectories none imparts with thought, all inner space a haze of rare and rude replies or worse; utter dead air-- empathic vacuums far from debonair until your squirt of queries coursed with flair-- your sleeve rolled up, my tattooed heart aware. - John Barton, as published in Assaracus (Issue 08)
