Dilly and Dally are doing better now! We're still in crusty hell though . They're getting worse at latching on the nip hopefully that means their teeth are coming along soon?
Thank you everyone for your patience and enthusiasm!
I’m excited to announce that Sing, O Muse! Our Greek Mythology zine will be available in print and digital formats on 4 April, 2024! There are no preorders and no limited quantities so purchase with reckless abandon!
Sing, O Muse! Homeric Hymns Illustrated features 48 full color pages and 17 illustrations, plus bonus artwork! Artists have included progress sketches, character designs, and even additional illustrations for their hymns! It also includes a little information on the Homeric Hymns as well as storytelling conventions in Ancient Greece!
Our zine features some of your favorite myth artists from tumblr! Including:
@alibonbonn illustrating Hymn XX, to Hephaestus
@coloricioso illustrating Hymn XXIX, to Hestia
@danpoharyskyiillustration illustrating Hymn XXXII, to Selene
@davidluongart illustrating Hymn VIII, to Ares
@flaroh illustrating Hymn XIV, to the Mother of the Gods
@greekmythcomix illustrating Hymn IV, to Hermes
@jacobpking illustrating Hymn XV, to Heracles
@kleioscanvas illustrating Hymn III, to Apollo
@mikeybooch illustrating Hymn V, to Aphrodite
@sarafangirlart illustrating Hymn XII, to Hera
@wolfythewitch illustrating Hymn XXVIII, to Athene
and @tylermileslockett illustrating a special introduction to the Homeric Hymns.
You can follow us for more frequent updates on twitter and instagram (at)singomusezine, or follow the hashtag here #SingOMuseZine.
The foster kittens are having pretty gnarly diaper rash and for some reason this is the one that gets to my head the most. Like ..it hurts them so much. Their little lungs cry so horribly when I clean them and put ointments on their butts, they'll hurt worse if I don't. Maybe I'm just in a god awful headspace today idk how vets do it, they're so small and they're hurting so much and I cant make it better, and I'm making it about myself, the babies are the ones in real distress and I'm making it about myself
Hey everyone! I'm really excited to announce that I will be participating in a Greek Mythology art zine called Sing, O Muse!
We're illustrating a selection of the Homeric Hymns, of which I will be illustrating Hymn V, to Aphrodite. There are a ton of amazing artists on board and it's going to be a great collection of myth-related artwork. The other artists who have tumblr accounts are:
I'll probably post some updates on my contribution here when I'm allowed, but if you're on twitter or instagram I encourage you to follow the zine account singomusezine for more frequent updates.
Any zine related content from me and the other artists on here participating will be tagged using #SingOMuseZine.
Hades Gameverse Memory Loss AU | Achilles/Patroclus | E | Chapters: 7/22 | Words: 71,247 (Ch 7: 10,825 words)
Chapter 7 Summary: Achilles & Patroclus have a second meeting which goes somewhat better than the first. Patroclus is curious, and goes on a fact-finding trip where he sees some familiar faces.
Excerpt:
“A servant of Hades…. He comes all this way, only to return where he belongs after a brief chat… quite curious. Am I really worth the trouble? How is someone like him even given the privilege, I wonder, to simply walk back and forth between realms as he does… who even is he?”
The statue continues to appear thoughtful, pondering this carefully, and does not answer.
Patroclus sighs. “My friend, I must admit as good as you are at keeping secrets, I find it to be rather inadequate in a situation such as this. Dare I say I can find someone else around here with a tongue a bit looser than yours. After all, this realm is hardly lacking in rambling gossipmongers and blowhards… I should have no trouble at all.”
Making up his mind all at once, Patroclus rises. He has not moved from this spot since the last time he stood to watch Achilles’ previous departure. In this place where time is imperceptible, he is uncertain if it has been been thirty minutes, or thirty years, or indeed even thirty hundred years since then. He wonders if his folded legs might feel stiff and sore from disuse—miraculously however, they feel as light and springy as if no time has passed at all.
He takes the staircase down, crossing the bridge over the river, making his way to the gate opposite from the one Achilles passed through. It is a bit irrational perhaps, to worry that they might stumble upon one another again out there, in a realm that already seems alive, and enjoys playing tricks on its inhabitants, shifting its paths and holding familiar spots as well as destinations out of reach. It is this which makes Patroclus wonder with some trepidation if he will be able to find his way back again once leaving. Still, his curiosity has made the imperative of an errand like this too great to ignore, and he allows himself to have faith that he will be able to return.
He turns, and looks up to the statue once more as his hand grips the latch of the gate. It ignores him as it stands there, dignified and imposing—the largest presence in this space.
“Watch things over for me while I’m away, please,” Patroclus calls to it softly before passing through the gateway, the hem of his cloak whispering after him.