nymph inspiration

greek mythology au

- give me son of athena hamilton and wood nymph burr

- like seriously athena’s the goddess of wisdom and war who else could hamilton be child of

- hamilton going on a quest and bumping into burr like “listen im really sorry i tried to use your branches for kindling but youre pretty and can probably help me find a way out of the forest”

- OH and thomas “haha im a son of zeus, aka better than you” jefferson who is hamilton’s bitter rival during quests

- which gets kinda weird because athena’s also a child of zeus?? so jefferson and hamilton’s mom are half siblings and it’s…Uncomfortable all right

- omg and then naiad madison who guards a river that jefferson almost drowns in while chasing some monster and madison has to save the idiot’s life

- angelica is also definitely a child of athena

- while we’re at it: eliza and peggy are demeter’s daughters, laurens is a son of ares, lafayette is a son of hermes, mulligan is a son of hephaestus, maria is a daughter of hecate

- maria and the schuyler sisters using their combined talents to create living plant temples that magically dont need to be watered and are always in bloom

- washington is a centaur probably?

- plus imagine nymph burr growing his own flower crowns

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My first attempt at a comic and I can’t even finish it. I had issues with perspective with the last page, I didn’t know how to drawn the point of view.

I wanted to I ended up just giving up. The last scene was supposed to be a far away flying shot of the dragon calling out to her parents meanwhile behind the grass she’s hidden in the corpses of eastern dragons were strewn in the grass.

Bluh, but there’s better news! I made myself a brand new signature, sort of as a commemoration for starting down the path of making art a job. 

“God of many names, glory of the Cadmeian bride and offspring of
loud-thundering Zeus, You who watch over far-famed Italy and reign in
the valleys of Eleusinian Deò, where all find welcome! O Bacchus,
denizen of Thebes, the mother-city of Your Bacchants, dweller by the wet
stream of Ismenus on the soil of the sowing of the savage dragon’s
teeth!  The smoky glare of torches sees You above the cliffs
of the twin peaks, where the Corycian Nymphs move inspired by Your
godhead, and Castalia’s stream sees You, too. The ivy-mantled slopes of
Nysa’s hills and the shore green with many-clustered vines see You when,
accompanied by the cries of Your divine words, You visit the avenues of
Thebes.” (Soph. Ant. 1115-1126) [Bacchus, crowned with grapes, pomegranate, wheat, fruits and flowers (3rd century, Roman mosaic, El Jem Museum, Tunisia)]