A little introduction to me (updated)🌊⛵

Hi everyone I´m your host: Aaron of Ithaca; rest where ever you like! UTC: +1 (Peninsular Spain, western European Time )

I identify as male while my pronouns are he/him.

I´m a marine biology college student but shitty poster first an foremost. I don´t have a problem having a civilized and researched conversation with anyone. I have an interest in the sea (if it´s Mediterranean better), music, geography and more.

I´m also a Winion (if you know, you know) and mythology nerd. The main topics of this blog are: Odysseus, The Epic Cycle and related works, Ancient Mediterranean cultures and geography. Also I may upload my own doodles and sketches, I´m not a professional artist. tag: aaron's doodles or aaron's sketches.

My interest are as follow: gardening, scuba diving and sailing, cooking, reading, hiking and...

Mindless scrolling of Epic the Musical and Graeco-Roman mythos daily.

Art by @wolfythewitch

My musical taste is condensed in musicals, 70-2000's pop, rock and alt, but I also enjoy fan songs, heavy, punk, romantic and so much more, It's really rare If I like a Reggaetón song (It's not my fave genre). My favourite songs are "Mediterráneo" of Serrat and all from Epic: the musical!.

If i have an “a e s t h e t i c” is as fluid as water

Also like animal crossing, sky:cotl, Heathers, SIX (kinda new) etc…

Here's my skykid hugging a manta

My favourites foods are: migas, arroz de calamares o costillejas (calamari rice or ribs rice) , pan de Calatrava, torrijas, and so much more...

A little warning

Just don’t be an asshole and we’ll be fine. Assholes are: homophobic, transphobic, racist, ableist, Any sort of troll, and the likes of that, if you treat a person worse than a loved one then leave.

My blog will be a safe place for all and if your behaviour fall into any one of these, you make it unsafe and need to GET OUT!

If you speak Spanish or a related languague: please tell me in advance if you want to be called in masculino, femenino o nuetro. ÉL, ELLA, ELLE or another pronoun that represents you!.

If I seem too extreme tell me as I don't like making people uncomfortable when talking with me :D. I give you permission to tell me to shut up. I wanna promote a good place to talk in and not making anyone feel weird with my things.

PROFILE PICTURE DONE BY @iroissleepdeprived!

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I'm a man of my word

The sun poured its spears over the canopies as steam drifted from nooks and crannies in the rocks.

Games of light and shadow, leaving him blind to moments when the wind passed through the leaves, covered the stretch from the olive tree in the cave of the nymphs where he had slept, to the dooks.

—Uhm...— He groaned, moving his body, heavy, the bronze weighed on him.

He exhaled and took off his greaves; in a moment, the earrings and hairpins in his hair, gifts from the Phaeacians, were gone in his palms and to the ground.

His hair fell to the ground as he ran his hand through it like a scythe. His long mane, shredded, *shaved at the crown*. Bald akin to the Egyptian fashion, but there was no wig to hide the bald spot, a good disguise.

He went towards the rocks from the grotto and grabbed the least attractive garment.

Odysseus smashed and pounded it against the black spears formed by the limestone.

Red, yellow, pink, and green all framed in the rock below the water line, soft, hard, the algae tickled his skin as soon as he submerged the cloth, as if remembering what he did to a certain one, back at Troy with a certain Argive by his side, good times.

Now the cloth was shredded into tatters.

*—It'll do.—* His sardonic smile flashed for a moment.

Odysseus still had his feet on the gravel of the tidal pool. He fixed his gaze on the horizon, far away, as he started to wear the wet missery of what once was a normal chittom of blue, saffron and bone white.

Now, the scene in front of him, broke in two, to the right? rocky ridges and thickets of shrubs and aromatics danced in his eyes—Ithaca.

To his left, the fierce waters stretched toward the Peloponnese.

He clutched the battered disguise before returning o the cave.

Beneath branches and leaves, he hid the treasure and gifts from the Phaeacians.

By the time he finished, he no longer looked like himself, but a decrepit man—more dead than alive. Perfect.

He stepped out of the cave. Once again, the light blinded him—seven years in that damned cave he had left, escaped from, thanks to some divine intervention.

And still, his eyes could not adjust to the shifts in light, no matter how hard he tried.

*—Shit.—*

Also have it in Spanish!

How can disgusting slimy, crawling, fetid cannibals make me smile so much when I see them?/j

Okay, so I will scream to the void tomorrow, wip incoming

Okay, so I'm used to draw in pencil and pen, and welp...take 1 drawing digitally.

DIOMEDES OF ARGOS

Sketch va final drawing