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#infested.txt#sanguine dreams#oc mara#oc antigone#my oc art#artists on tumblr#art#oc art#my oc#my art#oc artist#oc artwork
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Parseltongue 🐍
#ominis gaunt#ominis#ominisgaunt#hogwarts legacy fanart#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts legacy oc#ominis gaunt x mc#its almost midnight here. i blame the witching hour#my art#antigone lestrange
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I can't help myself I need to draw her I don't even know if I get her hair right but Antigone is 🤌
Shout out to @tevinter for having such a beautiful oc 🥺
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★ ANTIGONE - act i
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This is the first character art I've done in weeks. This is an OC of mine. Kiishi Ayrelu.
#antigone's words#homestuck oc#homestuck fantroll#homestuck#antigone's art#my art#i drew over the elmo meme i think thats extremely obvi#you can still see a bit of elmo under her
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this poor child appears to be consumed with anxiety every moment of her life and I have never related to a doll harder or more viscerally.
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@chrumblr-whumblr Day Six: Alternate prompt--Betrayal
Fandom: Original work/Greek Mythology. I've been vaguely developing a sci-fi take on the Odyssey focusing on Telemachus because I love my boy. It's also tying in Ascanius, Aeneas' son from the Aeneid, and Antgone, from the play of that name. This particular scene is set reasonably late in the picture, after Odysseus's return and the main characters have met up. Also pulling in some aspects of the Telegony
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“Can you teach me how to fly?”
Telemachus glanced sideways at the young boy, hands clasped neatly behind his back, dark eyes staring up at him hopefully. He glanced back to the window, at the stars glowing around them.
“No,” he said simply. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the Telegonus’ shoulder’s slump. For a moment, he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty--he remembered being that age. He remembered how desperately he wanted to learn all of the things a warrior should know. He remembered no one being willing to teach him. “Not right now,” he amended.
The boy immediately brightened at that, moving forward to lay a hand on the back of Telemachus’ chair.
“What does that do?” he asked, pointing towards a series of buttons on the dashboard. Telemachus glanced at them, then back at the boy.
“I said not right now,” he said. He barely knew how to pilot this ship himself, it was all mostly made up as he went. Teaching this boy did not seem appealing. “Go find Ascanius.”
“But I want you to teach me.”
Telemachus didn’t say anything, just continued staring at the stars in the far distance around them.
“It’s your bedtime,” he said finally.
“I don’t have a bed time!” Telegonus protested.
“You do now.” Making sure the ship was on its programmed course, he stood. “Come on.”
“You’re not serious,” Telegonus cried.
Telemachus knew he was being unfair. The boy was not really a boy anymore, bordering on manhood. And he remembered being that age, being so determined to be grown up, so eager to be an adult.
But he had little patience for this young man, and for the reminders he received every time he saw him. The familiarity of his face, the foreignness of his eyes.
“Then go find someone else to bother,” he said finally, crossing his arms. Telegonus stared at him for a long time, then crossed his own arms and echoed Telemachus’ stance. The effect was diminished somewhat by being half the size and twelve years old.
“We’re supposed to be brothers, aren’t we? That’s what my mother said.
“Get out of my cockpit,” Telemachus said, reaching the end of his patience. Telegonus let out an angry huff and threw his hands in the air.
“Isn’t family supposed to look out for each other!” he cried.
“You’re not my family,” Telemachus said. Telegonus fixed him with a long, watery stare. Then he let out a long huff of air and turned to storm out of the cockpit. Telemachus leaned against his chair and covered his face with his hand.
He stood there for a long moment and then decided he needed something to drink. With one last look at the flight controls, confirming he wouldn’t be needed, he made his way out of the cockpit and towards the small kitchen galley on the ship.
They were almost out of coffee he noted mournfully. If they could manage it, they needed to do a supply run soon. He regretfully made a half strength coffee, not in bad enough a mood to use so much of it and deprive someone else.
“You’re hard on the kid.”
A voice came from behind him and he started, turning to see Antigone, leaning against the wall beside the door. A mug was in her hand--presumably her signature tea blend.
“I don’t have to be nice to him,” Telemachus said. He stared at the pale coffee dripping into his mug.
“Yeah, but you’re not this hard on Ascanius, and he’s not that much older.” She stepped forward, taking a sip of tea. “You’re mean.”
Telemachus didn’t answer for a long moment, waiting until his coffee had finished being made. Then he retrieved it and took a long sip. Far too weak.
“There’s nothing in life that says I have to be nice,” he said finally, turning around. She raised an eyebrow.
“Telemachus, I’ve known you barely a month. But I know the way you behave around that kid--it’s not you.”
He sighed, wrapping his hands around his mug and leaning against the kitchen counter. The ship was humming under them, a familiar background song.
“He’s just a kid--more than that,” Antigone tapped her knuckles on the table that spanned the center of the kitchen. “He’s your brother.”
“Not really,” Telemachus said automatically. Antigone shrugged.
“Yeah, people said that about my brother. You share the same father. You have the same blood.”
Telemachus took another long sip of his coffee, not caring that it burned his tongue on the way down.
“Yeah. Father,” he said bitterly. The word felt heavy on his tongue, tasted of shattered dreams and broken promises. Antigone didn’t say anything, just waited, mug in one hand, the other resting on the table.
He tapped a finger against the top of his mug, turning to stare across the room at the screen showing the stars outside.
“Every time I look at that kid, I think about everything my father wasn’t,” he said finally. And now that he had started talking, he felt the need to speak more, to say everything. “I spent my childhood hearing stories about him, building him up in my mind. The great Odysseus, hero of Troy, Star-sailer. I spent my life expecting him home, waiting to know who he was. I spent my life watching my mother wait for him.
“And then he came home and he was everything I expected him to be. Great, heroic, a warrior. He swept all my problems away and my mother into his arms and I saw her happy for the first time in my entire life. Actually happy, happy and in love. Joyful and hopeful. I saw her waiting rewarded. And I had a chance to know my father.”
He sighed, staring down at his coffee, watching the too-pale liquid reflect his face back at him.
“And then he betrayed that. I had an image of him, a perfect hero. And he wasn’t that. He was a paranoid, broken old man who had neglected his family and betrayed my mother. And everytime I look at that boy, I remember twenty years of waiting and a man who shattered my entire life.”
He looked up at Antigone, who had been listening silently, a fact he was immensely grateful for.
“He exiled me for a crime I might commit. He betrayed my mother, who waited so loyaly for him, gave up twenty years of her life for him. And she doesn’t even care.”
He gripped his mug, knuckles turning white around it, remembering a childhood of stories and promises and an adulthood of those stories and promises turning to ash around him.
“It’s not the kid’s fault,” Antigone said quietly.
“I know,” Telemachus said. “But I can’t look at him without remembering, and I can’t remember without being so angry.”
“Fathers,” Antigone said dryly. Telemachus nodded in agreement and they both took a long sip of their drinks. “But don’t punish Telegonus for something he hasn't done.” She fixed him with a long expression and Telemachus sighed heavily.
“I hate how much I’m like him,” he said softly. Antigone laughed at that, a soft, bitter laugh.
“You’re like him in good ways as well,” she said. “Find those.”
“I can try.” He gave another long breath, pushing himself off the counter and taking a long swallow to finish his coffee. It wasn’t very good anyway. “I guess I can start by apologising to Telegonus.”
“That’s the spirit,” Antigone said. She took another sip of her tea and settled herself into a seat at the table. “You and the kid together, now that’ll give your old man some nightmares.”
“I’m not sure I want that,” Telemachus said, almost to himself. Maybe part of him was still ten years old and wanted the warrior hero father to come home.
Maybe part of him always would be.
#wren writes#chrumblr whumblr challenge#oc: Space Greek Mythology#<- need a better name#telemachus#antigone#telegonus#the odyssey#the telegony#i really need to do a LOT more reading of greek epics and stuff before I actually write this#but i have some fun ideas#no real plot concept at the moment#and need to finalise a BUNCH of worldbuilding#liek WHAT are the gods in this#things to CONSIDER
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how liu assoc. girls share food ft. antigone (limbus oc)
#limbus company#ishmael limbus company#ishmael lcb#limbus oc#antigone just has an rbf shes trying her best#i did this super quick ignore how janky it looks
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Antigone Ambrosius
#I finished this like a month ago#and forgot to post it#tales of arcadia#wizards tales of arcadia#hisirdoux casperan#toa wizards#honey's art#tales of arcadia oc#toa oc#toa ocs#half blood and hunters#antigone ambrosius
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Here is my other offering but for @tevinter
I'm sorry I can't resist it's just that Antigone is so elegant and beautiful, so much so that I didn't do it justice.
I hope you take it as a gift of goodwill.
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i was tagged by @fourlittleseedlings, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @direwombat, @sukoshimikan, @detectivelokis, and @roofgeese to do this 'which tragic greek figure are you?' quiz for my girls. thank you all! <3
passing it forward to @somethingclich8, @i-am-the-balancing-point, @marivenah, @kittiofdoom, @sstewyhosseini, @confidentandgood, @voidika, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @jacobseed, @jacrispea, @unholymilf, @poisonedtruth, @hoesephseed, @kim-rye, @florbelles, @aceghosts, @poetikat, @legally-a-bastard, @strafethesesinners, @derelictheretic, @hopelesscounty, @afarcry5fromstraight, @damejudyhench, @inafieldofdaisies, @adelaidedrubman, @passinoutpieces, @the-lastcall, @thomrainer, @gayafsatan, @funkypoacher and anyone i mistakenly missed. if you can see this, i tag you! (sorry for so many, but if i'm following you, i want to see all your ocs always, i'm dead serious <3 <3 <3)
Patroclus
clever patroclus, beloved patroclus, poor patroclus: you do fall into madness, nor vanity, nor hubris. not, that is, for your own sake. love for that golden-haired man, sorrow for your countrymen; it is for his name that you don his armor, and for the dying greeks that you ride into battle. every piece of you is willingly given away, even if after you are gone there are wicked things done in your name.
Arachne
adept arachne, the things which you craft are born from years of careful practice, focused effort, and a drop of divine inspiration. your finished product shows the skills which you have honed over your lifetime, so take pride in that, but don't proclaim yourself a peerless artisan. and, by the gods, show humility when you've been beaten.
Icarus
what is there to be said of icarus? you were warned, yet you persisted, imprudently. but what of your first taste of liberation? the exhilaration that follows the first ray of the sun to touch you as you are, as a free man, makes you drunk on joy. we all know the foolish things that drunken people are capable of. was the fall as thrilling as the flight?
Antigone
(there was no text with this result)
#micah hale#lilith mallory#lore jameson#if john is achilles than yeah micah is his patroclus#i didn't think arachne fit lilith so i tried again and got icarus#i'm not sure either suits her tbh#lore was a struggle#finally got antigone and just said sure why not#tbh i don't love the result options overall#there's so many other myths#and i can think of several that work for my girls better#still it was interesting to try#again sorry for tagging so many#i just want every single one of you to know#if we're mutuals#if i follow you#i always seriously mean you in my tags#even if i forget to put your username in#i still want you to do these tag games#i want to learn about everyone's ocs#i want you all to feel included and appreciated#i don't want anyone feeling left out#so please please please if i do a tag game and you want to do it#doesn't matter if i put your username or not i'm tagging you#tell me about the amazing people you created in your head#do it do it do it!#<3 <3 <3
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Oc dump #1
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The Slytherin girls have been staring at you like this wyd 🤔
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@crowlipso I hope you like it 🥺
#Agatha Crowley#Antigone Lestrange#Imelda Reyes#hogwarts legacy oc#hogwarts legacy fanart#hogwarts legacy#my art
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👑 for antigone :3
OC Outfit Doodle Asks
👑- OC Dressed as royalty
v quickly done bc i didnt feel like doing any research (///￣ ￣///),, I went with long haired tiggy bc she only really cut it off due to not having time to take care of it in canon after leaving hom. also considering she's the 4th born I don't think she'd care too much about looking super fancy or being well mannered bc no matter what she WILL speak her mind and who is paying attention to her that low in the birth order. mini tig is bc i was entertaining the idea of her sneaking out to take care of Less Savory nobles/elites/what have you. she might get exiled for that but thats ok
#cliff finally answers#feluka#TY MINAAAAAA U WOLD NOT BELIEVE HOW MUCH I THINK ABT HER#oc tag: antigone#cliff png#im so sorry the quality sucks so bad ive been fighting for my life but alas.
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#baldur's gate 3#oc: antigone#hehe assorted screenshots of my girl since ive been going ham with the camera tool#im not confident enough to put em in the proper tags bc i feel like my screenies r not as good as my gifs but i really like these!#ok to reblog :>
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I drew two of my homestuck OCs naked. Renade left, Kakani right.
Rogue of Light, Seer of Void. They're girlfriends :3
#antigone's words#homestuck oc#homestuck#I'm genuinely proud of this#esp. considering I've only started drawing again fairly recently#after years of avoiding it#nsft
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