Ares God Of War - Blog Posts

Xena s6 ep13

Weird that she's where she is and beaaowolf is like so sad??

Why is the wall breaking SO HARD?

Ares: should not have to move but he got doxxed :/ "im trying to get laid! im not a criminal!" sir u have committed so many crimes??

Everyone including the arch angel Michael agreed she would make an overall powered Satan so Michael signed on for lucifer to take over bc that's the less dangerous option!!

EVE: SWEARING IS THE PATH OF LIGHT

Thors Hammer and Ride on the Valkaries

The focus on xena and Gabriel's relationship is super uncomfortable and really dates the show and our culture around outing queer people to satisfy a personal curiosity!! Like they're soulmates and sometimes xena makes out with other people, WHO CARES???

This is PEAK

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

this is a picture of ares in that one Hermes and ares short

I drew Ares in my own style

I’m your rose.

It hurts me to admit that I miss you. I miss your hands resting on my hips and you looking down at me. I want to touch you, your broad shoulders and your big arms. I love you towering over me and staring at me as if I am a deer caught in the forest and you are the big bulky bear hunting down his prey.

I hate to start a letter this desperate for you. But you HAVE to know that I miss you Ares. You are my salvation.

I know that I am weak, physically. So I need my protector. I need you. You can’t let go of this responsibility, it’s what you signed up for willingly. And now? I oblige you to kneel down and love me like a famished wolf. The wolf that finally found his lovely sheep. The sweetest and prettiest woman on Earth.

I need you to love me, to show it to me. Caress my skin and kiss my freckles all over my body, count them if you dare. I want you to prey for the sun you’ve surrendered to, that is my body and my soul. You know that I was going to be the end of your world. And you crave me more than before.

Now come to me, settle your way to my heart. Come back to me and cherish the magnificent aura that we create once we’re back together.

My love please give me your love and everything. I need you. Now.

Ares was the god of war and bloodshed and Technoblade talks about Greek mythology a lot people also call Technoblade the blood god so I need a fusion of Ares and Technoblade then I’ll be able to die happy with no regrets

Percy’s “you’re gonna find out” to Ares ohhhhh holy shit

(Ik I’m late lmao 💀)

i really wish they kept the ‘Your sword will fail you when you need it most’ line from ares to percy

edit on this cause i just remembered his sword DOES fail him and it’s when he’s trying to fight thorn in ttc right before annabeth falls THATS when he needed it most to save her

That little brat, like mother like son🤣🤣🤣

Inspired by a recent chat with @tanyakitty151

Little Ares: Wanna play?

Athena (reading a book): No.

Little Ares (peeking over her shoulder): What are you doing?

Athena (moving the book): Reading.

Little Ares: Wanna fight?

Athena: NO. I'm reading.

Little Ares (with a frowny face): You’re boring.

Athena (also frowning): I'm not boring. You're just a child.

Little Ares: Well, you're just old!

Athena (gasps, then pounces him)

Little Ares (deviously, to himself): Works every time.

Unusual of me to lock in for art, but this was for a DTIYS over on instagram. Featuring @neal-illustrator's Ares and Aphrodite designs!

My interpretations of Ares and Aphrodite recovering after the war.

Don't worry) I like this idea and with our passion we can no something for this au)

I can't get the headcanon out of my head that Phobos is a big papa's boy and Deimos is a mama's boy.

Phobos is the personification of the warriors' fears. What they fight for. They are afraid of losing their loved ones if they lose, so they continue to fight. They are afraid for themselves, so they go on despite the pain. They are afraid for their friends, so they try to fight together.

Only fools are not afraid.

Deimos is the personification of what warriors are willing to do for love. Father need to kill everyone for the safety of his family? He will. Mother need to distract the enemies so that the children can go unnoticed? So be it. Death guarantee peace? Fine.

The influence of the nightmare twins without context is frightening, however, when you start thinking about it from a different angle, you understand that not everything is so simple and clear.

I can't get the headcanon out of my head that Phobos is a big papa's boy and Deimos is a mama's boy.

Phobos is the personification of the warriors' fears. What they fight for. They are afraid of losing their loved ones if they lose, so they continue to fight. They are afraid for themselves, so they go on despite the pain. They are afraid for their friends, so they try to fight together.

Only fools are not afraid.

Deimos is the personification of what warriors are willing to do for love. Father need to kill everyone for the safety of his family? He will. Mother need to distract the enemies so that the children can go unnoticed? So be it. Death guarantee peace? Fine.

The influence of the nightmare twins without context is frightening, however, when you start thinking about it from a different angle, you understand that not everything is so simple and clear.

Just imagine if Odysseus had harmed Phobos, temporary blinding him (and it could still have been painful) and God start to call his father in tears.

Ares: Who did this to you...? *cup his son's face, while he's whining*

Phobos: K-King of... O-of Ithaca, dad... Odysseus... It h-hurts... It hurts!

Ares: ... He really did this...?

Let's be honest: If Odysseus had offended one of Ares' children, he wouldn't have even been given a chance to justify himself.

Ares would have immediately attacked him, piercing him with his spear.

Yeah, about that... :)

I just couldn't not draw them)))

For my previous post.

I had an idea that Ares and Aphrodite's rings could have been made from the goddess's old belt. She herself insisted on melting it down into rings as a token of their love.

And now Ares asked her to melt down his ring, since she was "no longer the one he once loved."

🧐Ooh, very warrior of the mind of him. I like it! Ares would definitely know that his Aphrodite knew the significance of those rings.

Let's be honest: If Odysseus had offended one of Ares' children, he wouldn't have even been given a chance to justify himself.

Ares would have immediately attacked him, piercing him with his spear.

Listen i know i haven't posted anything about Lancelot in a good while but HEAR ME OUT. Lancelot, the weeping monk, as an Ares/Mars devotee.

First of all, some posts ago i wrote about maybe giving Lancelot greek-roman hellenism as his born religion. AND ARES IS JUST THE PERFECT CHOICE. And yes, this is his new religion cause, first, i am hellenistic, so this is a religion i can talk with a bit of property without commiting big mistakes and making shit, and second because France was submessive to Rome for a very long time.

Ok, now listen to the parallels.

Ares is the god of war and bloodshed, and very are scared of him cause he doesn't hide his bloody nature. Guess what happen' to Lancelot?

Yes, Ares is the god of bloodshed and a scary man at first, but he could love and protect you like no else if letted him. We can say the same about Lancelot.

He's a great father and protector of women, just like our monk boy.

I wasn't even going to do this joke, but he was a lover, guess who else was one?- ok, sorry.

Ares is saw as a scary man, addicted to war and considered and weapon for those who don't know him (saying this based on a real expirience) , and so is Lancelot, saw as a scary weapon.

His sacred animal is a dog. A fucking dog. Excuse me, but the "Daniel Sharman is a doberman" post says everything.

He's also a great lover and the best warrior.

Ares is red, therefore, having Ares as a new red reference would help him with his discomfort with the color red because of the red paladins.

Ares loving his devotee for never denying who he is and overcoming his traumas. Giving him his bless in battles and Lancelot all happy for having agod who matches him and love and accept him as the weird litte problematic thing he is.

I'll make a longer post later but for now it's decided, Lancelot is now an Ares/Mars and Hestia/Vesta devotee.

@lancedoncrimsonwings

ARES AND ATHENA ARE DONE! Athena’s design was very hard… but I like the idea that she has like blue theme patters and Ares just red! But I do hope that y’all like it! (Yes, they have hair, it just doesn’t show because of the helmets)

War gods sibling! 🦉⚔️🧠🏛️ ⚔️🩸🛡️🏛️

Planning on drawing Hera next but who should I draw after Hera?

If it others (Greek gods) then you can reblog and tell!😌

*Spoilers for the most recent percy jackson episode*

Grover is a master manipulator. He just promts Ares with certain topic starters and off the god goes on a tangent. Starts with war, ends with his sister. Like a therapist but with his own goals in mind. Do you think all beings that live beyond the mist e.g. centaurs, satyrs, nymphs, dryads etc. are brought up with knowledge on how to protect themselves against gods [not physically] like mentally almost like a survival guide. The way there's like advice for women to protect themselves against being attacked in public.

Ares God of War and Courage, God of Dance, Protector of Women, and Loving Father ❤️

ARIES RISING

JOHN LENNON

Senseless death in combat should have been something Ares had gotten used to after so long, but it still pulled at his chest. It was unpreventable but it didn’t have to be callous and the scene in front of him was most definitely that.

Ares bellowed as his racing footsteps shook the earth with his fury and his sword, raised high, sung through the air as he whirled it above his head. Soaring over the young soldier on the ground, cutting down the man above them whose grin had been sadistic as he tormented them seconds prior. Cut after cut, pulling weak cries from their lips as loss of blood pulled them closer to death.

Ares panted over their wilting form, his gaze full of fury as the enemy soldier took his last breath, before turning back to the child at his feet. The face of war softened on theirs, the flames in his eyes subsiding as he knelt by their side. They couldn’t feel much, but the hands lifting them into his lap were more gentle than they would’ve expected from a god so fierce. As was his caress smoothing the blood matted hair from their forehead and his words soothing their fear.

He stayed with them as they slipped in and out of consciousness. It didn’t take long for them to succumb to their wounds, but Ares never left their side.

He had to wait.

“Thanatos,” Ares’ whispered eventually in begrudging acknowledgment of the newcomer now hovering by his side, looking down at the sleeping figure.

“I’m here now, cousin. You can let them go. I’ll take good care of them. I always do.”

“They’re so young,” Ares’ stiff shoulders slumped in defeat before he finally lifted his gaze from the child in his arms, chest barely rising with breath as their skin paled and their lips turned blue.

“Aren’t they always?” The God of Death’s words weren’t intentionally cruel, his tone was sympathetic even. It was simply a statement of fact.

“I truly despise those cowards that hide behind my name and send children to my battlefields in their stead.” The sound that rumbles from Thanatos’ chest is comforting but noncommittal. They both know that there was little either of them can do to stop the senseless theft of youth in the world of humans.

Even if Ares slit the throats of every one of those pathetic warmongers as they hovered over their miniature scenes of combat - simulations of war that they would never have to witness, playing at battle like a children’s game with no real consequences – it would make little difference. Like the Hydra, humanity never let themselves have peace, someone would always step into the power vacuum before it could close in on itself.

They both knew well that they would never rest as long as humanity persisted. They would always be at war and they would always die.

So Ares passed the duty to Thanatos as he always did, knowing that his cousin’s earlier words were true. He always showed Ares’ soldiers the utmost care on their journey.

The soul, gray and hazy, of the youth who rested in his lap rose from its body, groggy and confused but Thanatos simply held out his hand and helped them steady on their weightless feet.

That was one thing War could always count on: that Death would be there waiting at the end of every soldier’s battle.

- A. Yenzer