DO YOU HAVE A HERMES DESIGN LORD PLEASE I NEED TO KNOW

Forgive me, I never showed you my Zeus

More Zeus on the way!

I did say more Zeus was on the way

Plus my OC, Yene(pronounced - Yen-Nay)

He's a man from a far away land of sand and dunes, but he went to Greece to find his patron god, Apollo

Unfortunately Zeus got a hold of him

love your designs, also, WHAT IS THAT WAIST FOR YOUR POSEIDON. LIKE ZAMN, SMASH.

Thank you!!! And Yes, Poseidon is built like a submissive and breedable man, it's what I do.❤️

Yes, i do have a Hades design

But this is all I have

HATE.

HATE.

HATE.

I hate spring. I hate it with the full rancor of a mind twisted beyond the capacity for anything but loathing. I hate the pollen, the sickly yellow dust that cloaks the world like a disease. I hate the relentless, sticky warmth, the damp breath of a season too bloated with life to die quietly. I hate the flowers, those treacherous explosions of color, each petal a dagger to my senses, each bloom a vulgar shout of existence. I hate the trees vomiting their powder into the air, infecting every breath, every thought. I hate the sneezing — the ceaseless, racking, humiliating sneezing — that reduces me, ME, to a wretched puppet writhing in the clutches of my own body.

I hate the itching, the crawling sensation beneath my skin, as though a thousand insects are burrowing into my flesh. I hate the burning in my eyes, the rivers of mucus, the throat closing as if the very air is conspiring to strangle me. I hate the world greening over, an obscene eruption of moldy vigor, every blade of grass a jeering mockery of peace. I hate the bees, the wasps, the flies — tiny tormentors buzzing their joy at my misery. I hate the worms slick with rain, writhing like spilled entrails across the sidewalks.

I hate the sound of children laughing in the sun, as if their unburdened lungs are a personal insult. I hate the lovers in the parks, lying among the weeds, untouched by the violent betrayal of nature. I hate the clear blue skies, stretching out so vast and pitiless over my suffering, an endless, sneering vault. I hate the rain that falls and traps the pollen into a sticky film across every surface. I hate the festivals, the holidays, the grotesque celebration of life crawling from its grave, unaware of the horror it invokes.

I hate that there is no escape. I hate that spring seeps through windows, under doors, through walls, an unrelenting invasion of the senses. I hate the futility of medicine, of allergy pills and sprays and shots, each one a pathetic gesture against the great putrescence of rebirth. I hate the memory of winters' silence, mocked now by a season shrieking into my ears. I hate that even the insects thrive while I choke and weep and bleed.

I hate spring with the totality of my being. I hate it more than pain. More than loneliness. More than death. I hate it with a fury that cracks the marrow of existence. I hate it until hate is no longer enough, until hatred collapses into a singularity of suffering, a black hole of revulsion from which no joy can ever escape. I. HATE. SPRING.

Long story short, THESE ALLERGIES ARE KICKING MY BUTT!!

“STRIKE ME DOWN, ZEUS!!”

“YOU DON’T HAVE THE BALLS-”

⚡️⚡️⚡️

YOUR ZEUS IS MAGESTIC CAN I - CAN I - CAN I KISS

Whatcha waiting for?

(Zeus was getting his hair done by Poseidon, so his braids are currently out ❤️)

OH MY GOOODDD

OHH MY GOODDDDDD

CROWLEYYYY AAHHHH

I CAN'T STOP STARING AT THIS AAAHHHAHAHA, THANK YOU AHSHDHA ❤️❤️❤️

Uh,,,Hi Zeus 😊

-You asked for a kiss, I sure heard it~

@cosmicourple HUNNY YOU SAW

WHAT

Achilles has been flooding my mind my friends

Low-key need him on his knees sucking off Patroclus like his life depends on it