Dymondbolt's Stash

[transcripted from the sweet mail he sent me!--Soup] Your reminding us of the deadline got me off my butt.

In a salute to that horse-styled, arrow-headed astrological sign, I'm gonna share some of my favorite Centaurs.

Yes that's my head, but the rest is all slammed together from other bits. Thank you Photoshop.

Centaurs are just big, hot guys with two more appendages to get them in trouble. You can see this in some classical statues from Ancient Rome.

Our favorite Strongman and lover of boys, men and women, Herakles, is discussing the price of Centauran wine from the local Centaur Vintner.
But get the big guy a little drunk and he's back to being a lover.

A common form the ancients used for the four legged hunks have us believe they're simply a blend of Man and Horse. But if you've ever taken a ride on a horse or a man before, you know there's nothing simple about either one.

Here's a more modern version of Cheiron teaching a young Achilles to shoot a bow and arrow.

The same subject from the French 1800's, by Eugene Delacroix is a nice one too.

During the Dark Ages, the Magyar people were often mistaken for Centaurs as they drove home a point or two of their own. Today there are Hungarian Games that show those skills, but this Hunk had an unfair advantage of not needing the horse. He still won.

And last but not least, the seldom mentioned Bucentaur. Half Man, half Bull. I guess he didn't get much negative press from the humans, since who in their right mind, would want to piss off a guy that big?

Well there you have a few of my favorite images of the Sagittarian Breed. I hope ya liked this and it gets others to share their favorite Nature Boy images.

[thank YOU, Dymandbolt!]

Son of Zeus

The strongest man! Superhero Sunday time! This post will focus on Marvel's Hercules.

He is The Avengers' brawniest member.

And always goes about with his hairy chest proudly displayed.

This is his old costume. Nice . . . sandals?

He basically took over Hulk's comic from what I hear.

He and Thor share a godly rivalry of sorts. Even going so far as to dress in each other's clothes and play with each other's nipples.

Yes, Hercules is surely a mighty man! His strength is . . . herculean?

I've mentioned his hairy chest already, yes?

Well, nothing wrong with mentioning it a few more times.

Hairy. Chest.

Sometimes he does the proper thing and gets naked. Whether for a public bath . . .

Because he's suffered battle damage . . .

Because he got ditched after sex . . .

Or because he did the ditching.

Speaking of sex! Sometimes he gets with babes.

Like She-Hulk here.

There is not enough fanart of him.

But we make do.

We make do.

This is madness!

Ahh, 300. Due to a number of reasons, I've boycotted anything to do with Frank Miller for some time now. But the, er, visuals of this movie always did look rather, uhhhh, stimulating.

I mean, basically it's about a bunch of buff, testosterone-laden warriors who parade around in leather briefs and capes the whole movie, right?

Right.

Very factual.

But while I may never watch the movie itself, there's always the bara fanart that inevitably accompanies it.

Of course, due to the nature of the film pretty much any fanart is bara by default.

This is Sparta.

The Many Faces of Hercules