Tumgik
#(I still love you btw/p)
yourlocalabomination · 6 months
Text
Time bastard, You got some place else to be?
Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
dootznbootz · 3 months
Text
I think some folks MAY have gotten the wrong idea about how I feel about Circe with some of my posts. So, to clear the air...
Homies, I love that fucked up sorceress.
I love how we're never given a reason why she turns people into animals. That's so funny and so awful. And another potion-making magic gal?!?! I love that she's just basically vibing on an island doing whatever she wants. I even love the fact that she scares Odysseus shitless! She's morally gray and that's why she's FUN.
I just sincerely hate when people try to girlboss her or have her be a victim of SA when she never was Looking at you, Miller. Especially when she was actually the one who coerced Odysseus in exchange for his men being transformed back into humans. And even then, while he was clearly afraid of her, (it's in the language of the Odyssey) she likely meant him no harm after a certain point. He just didn't know that.
Why does she need a reason to do awful things? Why can't she just be a goddess who does whatever she wants? That's the reason why I love her!!! She's fucked up!!! :D
I hate what the Telegony did to her as well! >:( You're telling me, this sorceress goddess, who makes potions (!!!) wouldn't have magic contraceptives??? Would WANT CHILDREN?!?! WITH THE PATHETIC WIFEMAN?! No. Fuck no. Eugammon of Cyrene, I have beef with you 🤬
Anyways!!! Understand all the "#anti circe" I have is simply Anti "Girlboss Circe" or the book. I genuinely think she's neat af as her morally gray, fucked up sorceress self and just get frustrated with...everything :'D
#I have these same feelings with Medea and Medusa and so many others. Penelope too. Let them do something fucked up just to be fucked up#I'm a “god forbid women do anything” in the sense of 'she did a fucked up thing. That's why she's fascinating. Don't take her awfulness#away from her!!! please! I wanna study her under a microscope!'😭#PLEASE#...I actually kind of don't like the idea of her actually caring about her nymphs :P maybe she “protects them” but like...#I see her as a “Why are all of you dancing? Oh. it's a birthday? hm okay. Just make sure your duties are done.” while not caring#whose birthday it is. She's not really shown to be close to them during the Odyssey and idk just seems in character for her to not give af#save me morally gray circe#<-making that a tag now because...yeah. She absolutely wouldn't save me though.#Mad rambles#shot by odysseus#anti madeline miller#anti circe#<-THE BOOK! I HATE THE BOOK! LET HER BE AWFUL YOU COWARDS#Why do women need to be SA'ed to be strong Miller?! >:(#...Ima say it. The pathetic wifeman is more relatable to me than Hot Snake Monster Lady when it comes to this stuff.😤#I just sincerely hate the fact that people erase what happened to him you know? It's silly but it means a lot to me.#Also I think she got bored of him immediately and simply let him chill at her place.#She's a goddess. She's got better things to do and she absolutely doesn't love him and he absolutely doesn't want her.#I don't have with Eugammon btw. He's dead and I'm exaggerating but I STILL hate the Telegony >:(#tw sa#kind of??? idk#barely mentioned but yeah#Calypso though?? Yeah. I hate her in practically everything except Pirates of the Caribbean because that's not Odyssey Calypso
25 notes · View notes
endlessfuckup · 4 months
Text
dan and phil could take another 5 years off and i think i would honestly still stick around for them to come back
i think i really just appreciate that they somehow made it through the past 14 years (almost 15 now wow) without hating the internet entirely
they could have fucked off from the internet years ago
they have plenty of money & valid reasons to do so
but they are still around & providing me sustenance and i really truly love them for that
39 notes · View notes
numberonepartyboy · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
stuff from my ninjago pmd au... everyone else is coming as soon as i can figure out their designs. no fullbody bc i would perish i think
22 notes · View notes
ultramarine-spirit · 1 year
Text
I've been thinking that it's pretty hilarious how the so called ✨️ Four Kings of High Society ✨️ are:
- Ijekiel, 17 years old. At this point, just the son of Duke Alpheus.
- The son of House Irain, presumably around 14 judging by his face. No remarkable achievements that we know of other than being pretty.
- Lucas, actually old but 14 in physical age. He does have a little more going on, being a royal magician and the youngest leader of the tower.
- And Felix, who is about 35 years old. Leader of the royal guards, the emperor's right-hand man, and Knight of Crimson Blood who "single-handedly created a blood bath slaying the corrupted forces" in Obelia's civil war.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
No wonder Felix was so embarrassed, they were putting him against literal brats. Just look at them: baby, baby, baby, war criminal— I mean, grown up man covered in blood.
Tumblr media
To be fair, he does have a baby face.
297 notes · View notes
thetomorrowshow · 1 year
Text
cold, empty, lonely
have a short little fic about death and disconnection :)
cw: canonical character death, description of dead body
~
He finds her body on the side of the hill, crumpled upon itself, red hair dulled against the cold, yellow grass.
Bdubs doesn't touch her, at first. He just watches, waits for some kind of movement.
In the weak light of the moon, the chill wind that blows almost makes it look like her chest is slowly rising and falling. Her hair flicks up a bit, blown like the grass around, and her clothes shift a little, and if Bdubs squints his eyes almost shut and stares at one spot long enough, he could swear that she was just sleeping.
They aren't actually breathing, though. And when he opens his eyes wide, lashes not blurring his vision, he can see again the red that shines against her grey shirt.
They had brought him her armor. It was cheap stuff, iron, held together by whatever leftover straps she'd been able to scrounge up after her good set of armor had been claimed as loot by the Red Army. They hadn't wanted the new set, and had brought it, bloodstained, as proof of their conquest.
Bdubs had pleaded with them for what felt like hours for the location of her body.
He needn't have. He could have looked out a back window and seen it, if he hadn't been so distracted with everything going on.
Their body lies just above the little river that feeds into the Crastle's moat. The river has begun to freeze at the edges, little broken-off sheets of ice forming from the rocky shore, frost touching the red-spattered stones and pebbles. And their body is just beyond that, where the stones and grey dirt turn to dying grass and bare shrubs as the slope climbs upward into a squat hill, alone in the darkness of the night.
He stands there, at a distance, watching their body for probably ten minutes.
Her body looks so lonely.
Cold. Empty.
Lonely.
Bdubs sighs (his breath puffs out in a mist before him—winter really is coming, isn't it?) before crossing the distance between them, crouching down beside the body.
Their flower crown—the one that Bdubs had collected the flowers for—has come apart, a crushed halo of daisies, partially obscured by their hair, a petal weaved in here and there.
Her hair is long, tangled, spilling out around her head like the rays from the sun, curling around her throat and caught under her body.
With a gentle touch, Bdubs brushes their hair away from their grey lips, where some strands have stuck.
Her cheeks are almost colorless, the few stubborn freckles faded. Their lashes are long, soft, forehead unwrinkled and face expressionless.
There's no twist of her mouth, no scrunch of their eyes, no desperation in their brows to denounce pain. There's nothing else, either, though—no peaceful relaxation, no joyful grin, no angry glower.
She's simply blank. It's as if she never lived, never felt.
Her face is cold. Empty. Lonely.
There's still sticky blood on her shirt, her chest slick with it, the ground stained. A lucky stab, straight to the heart. A cleaving of lifeless flesh, right through their chest, somehow missing the bone frame that once held the body together.
Bdubs pulls her shirt a little bit, rearranging it to cover the ugly, open wound. He's not quite sure why he does it. He'll just bury her, anyways.
But he does. He touches the shirt, stiff and sticky with blood, and tugs it over the wound. He pulls more of her hair away, where it's become plastered to her body with blood. He arranges her body so that it isn't half curled on its side, but fully on its back.
They look almost as they always did. Just missing everything that made her alive.
She wasn't supposed to die first. It was always supposed to be him, everyone knew it. Not her.
They probably worked so well together because of how reasonable she was. Bdubs doesn't like being reasonable, likes to kill first and ask questions later—or, if he feels like it, let them sell him a coffin first and ask questions later. She preferred to observe, keep track of enemies and allies, sneak around quietly behind the scenes and make chaos of her own kind.
Which is why Bdubs should have died first. He's so publicly provocative of the Reds, so eager to spill blood.
If anything, she was fairly peaceful. Not genuinely, but she always chose to take a step back from conflict and find a way to profit from it.
It was their Red blood that got to them, Bdubs thinks idly. They hadn't been Red for long enough to let the bloodlust acclimate, and had just gone on the hunt rather than let it simmer.
And now they're dead.
He needs to bury the body. Preferably now, when it's night yet and the battles haven't resumed.
He doesn't wait any longer.
He gets to work, picking up the shovel that he'd brought with him and stabbing it into the earth. Again. Again. Again.
The rough wood of the handle pokes into his palms, but he doesn't stop. The pain reminds him that he needs to keep going.
Every so often he pauses, wipes the sweat off his forehead, looks over at the body.
Then he keeps shoveling.
The world has lightened by the time he finishes, bathing the hill in grey. Bdubs shakes some clumps of dirt off his shovel, whacking it against the ground a couple of times.
Without further ado, he hops out of the shabby hole he's dug and tosses the shovel to the side. He gets on his knees, back creaking, and looks down at his hands.
He should wash them before he touches her, probably. Dirt is packed into every crease of his palm, his nails torn and muddy, grit between his fingers. A couple of splinters sticking out of his skin here and there.
Not that there's any point to washing them. Dirt goes to dirt and whatnot.
So, gently, Bdubs gathers up the body in his arms. He slowly turns, scooting a little on his knees, until he's facing the shallow grave.
Bdubs sets the body down, carefully, supporting the neck so their head doesn't loll. He moves their arms over their body, one limp hand placed over the other.
They wouldn't have liked this. They didn't like being touched.
He doesn't touch her any more, then.
Bdubs grasps the first handful of dirt, holds his closed fist over the grave. A couple of grains of dirt spill out, running down her shirt.
He holds it there, for longer than he should. Long enough that his arm grows weary. Long enough that somewhere, a bird starts chirping its wake-up call.
He needs to let go.
Probably, the worst part of all this is that he's doing it alone, he thinks absently. It's always been the two of them.
And there are others who could be here. Other friends. Other allies. Enemies, even. He shouldn't be alone in this. He shouldn't have to bury her alone.
It still looks like her.
He drops the dirt. It lands on her face, on her grey lips, on her bloodless cheeks.
Then he picks his shovel back up and gets to work, heaving load after load of dirt back into the grave.
And when Bdubs returns in the windy morning, the impromptu occupants that he'd left in the Crastle the previous night are all gone. It's just him, in a small castle that used to belong to two.
And Bdubs is cold.
Empty.
Lonely.
59 notes · View notes
13eyond13 · 8 months
Text
If I was Ohba I would love my dead gay son Light Yagami so much
24 notes · View notes
asherasgayagenda · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media
my take on @solaaresque‘s lovecore shuffle unit!
44 notes · View notes
privartidahos · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media
shithole apartment
13 notes · View notes
voorice-corp · 2 months
Text
vtsom mutuals... please save me... vtsom mutuals
6 notes · View notes
melverie · 4 months
Note
Hi Hi! I hope you are having a great week! I just wanted to thank you for the Ask Obey Me MC & OC Ask Game post. It's very complete! I've been answering question by question all morning, which increasingly develops my MC more and more, and it never ends! It's simply very good because so far I've only put it on paper to draw, but nothing to write. I loved so much! Thank you very much!!
Heya! Thanks, I hope your also having a great one! 💚
You're super welcome!! And that's great to hear that! Getting a feel for your OC's character is always so cool, and I'm glad to know that my ask game helped you get there <3
Are you planning on doing the ask game on here btw? Because I'd like to send you a few asks about your OCs if you wouldn't mind 👀
Originally I actually had a lot more questions written down, but since this is the very first time I ever made an ask game I was kind of scared that it might be wayyy to many. So I tried to cut it down as far as I could. I even started whining to some of my mutuals about how I had way too many questions at some point. Now it sits at a total of 72 questions and I'm kind of sad that I didn't add more lol
I might actually release another version with even more questions, but that's entirely dependent on how well the ask game does on my end
6 notes · View notes
twistedappletree · 6 months
Text
i’ve written a fic from jin ling’s pov about his crush on lan sizhui but now i kind of wanna write one from LSZ’s pov since i tend to favor JL’s 👀🩵💛
10 notes · View notes
hotfuss · 10 months
Text
I just reported a bit over 1k porn bots following a single one when will staff reward me? (Give us the old dash and reblog chains back)
11 notes · View notes
awakenthebeing · 1 year
Text
Still find it extremely insane that Piepoe reblog like. Chain of more specific arts I made has over 2000 notes yall are actually so insane!!!! I am glad my silly fake peppino clone can be a ":)" mood to so many creatures. Bless...!!!!
51 notes · View notes
bphantom01 · 2 months
Note
*runs up and give you a note that says "you're cool and I hope you have a great day ^-^"* *runs away*
Ehehehe, thanks! :P I've been pretty busy lately lol & uhm i didn't expect to get this ask, & getting it rlly made my day a bit better & well put a smile on my face ^w^
Random appreciation mini-comic (of which I didn't expect I was able to create—also, not ygo):
Tumblr media
This was how I felt u, anon, come up to me :DD
(Oh, &, I apologize for the late reply ._.)
2 notes · View notes
13eyond13 · 2 months
Text
.
#here's some of the classics on that list i have beef with btw:#i have tried to read A Confederacy of Dunces several times and it's funny but it's also so cringe and Ignatius is so obnoxious#that i find it too difficult to finish like i just feel depressed and bad for everybody around him too much#i tried reading Infinite Jest like a decade ago and i got like 200 pages in and i remember thinking it felt like#such a slog the entire time because he's just so gd wordy and also i stopped liking DFW after i heard the abuse allegations against him#frankenstein i didnt read that long ago but i just remember finding it so boring for some reason?? i feel i might need to read it again#dracula ngl i feel like im cheating a bit saying ive completely read it because i loved the beginning and then HATED so much of the rest#the characters were just so boring and melodramatic hahaha i just liked the part where jonathan was doing a travel diary#and trapped in the castle tbh and after that i skimmed quite a bit#i almost flipped my shit when i saw ender's game on there because I ALWAYS mix it up with ready player one by ernest cline#which i bought the audiobook of a while back and hated every minute of it i dont think its good at all#but it wasnt that so phew my faith in this list is somewhat restored#i read most of the first game of thrones book and was disappointed tbh maybe because id seen the show already#so i was like 'this feels almost exactly the same except worse?' because i'd been expecting it to give me more depth and insight#into the characters but instead it felt exactly the same and i still didnt love any of the characters enough to feel attached to them#also i am fully aware me not personally liking or vibing with a book doesnt mean it doesnt deserve to be considered great btw#but i think if youre gonna be like me and force yourself to go through a bunch of lists like this very seriously then you also need to just#let yourself be like 'yeah not for me' without feeling too bad about it sometimes too#often times i dont particularly love the classics or 'important books' but at the same time#i still feel like im getting more out of reading them than just grabbing the newest hyped up books that also dont do anything for me#maybe not in a 'wow i loved reading this' way but in like a#'i now have first-hand knowledge of this thing that is so influential / so frequently referenced'#or 'this challenged me and i feel like i did a mental/emotional workout or gave me some new food for thought'#or 'made me more aware of what gaps in my knowledge and reading skills and what my tastes are too'#sort of way...#it really just depends on what you're reading for and why and what you're hoping to get out of it a lot of the time maybe#it's like the homework i give myself to go through these lists that i also intersperse with the stuff i read more just for fun#p
3 notes · View notes