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eminemily05 · 3 months
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My entry for @ /GeryGhosty’s dtiys on Twitter. They just hit 21k and I highly recommend checking them out if you get the chance.
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scribble-brain-aced · 5 months
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okay so i’m finally working on That Was Fine again and out of context scene:
An incredibly stupid idea suddenly came to him. Having little-to-no self-preservation, Killer took it.
“Marco,” he called out casually.
There’s no way this is gonna work. He’s not THAT dumb.
Ink, being nearly as stupid as Killer’s idea, also took it. “Polo!” he sang out eagerly.
Holy shit, he’s THAT dumb. 
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astronomodome · 4 months
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Skizz has gained 10k subs just from yesterday to today and I expect him to gain even more over the course of the season… can he get to 100k before the end of the day? I think he can!
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foreveralbon · 12 days
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pool partyyy - ln4
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in which they all celebrate his first win with a water fight wc: 1.1k content warnings: if the romanticism feels rushed it definitely was sorry, not exactly win-centric but u get the point :( daniel requested!
LANDO WIN LETS FUCKING GOOOOO! MIAMI 2024 YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS
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“P1, baby!” Lando shouts as he takes a running headstart into the pool. Daniel hoots in unison when they head dive side-by-side.
“P1!” You cheer back.
You’re lounging on a pool chair next to the rest of the drivers and their girlfriends, all clad in shorts and pretty swimsuits, perfect for the Miami heat.
A few of your friends - George, Alex, Charles and Lily, you reckon - are in the pool with Lando, playing Marco Polo, while Max and Carlos play a game of water volleyball.
Simple but fun, a rooftop pool party is the only way you could ever imagine spending Lando’s first win with everyone else.
You’re not sure how long passes - an hour, two - before someone taps on your shoulder and whisper-shouts your name. “Are you awake?”
You pry a single eye open and are met with Lando hovering above you, hair damp and dripping with water. “Mhm.”
“Good,” Lando says. “Come with me.”
Before you can ask him what he wants, he’s already walking away into the dim, air-conditioned hotel hallway.
Lando stops beside a big cardboard box.
“What’s all this about, Lando?” But there’s a smile on your face that tells him you’re ready to entertain whatever stupid idea he’s about to tell you.
He crouches down to uncover the contents of the box and grins mischievously at you. Inside are two water guns and dozens of colourful water balloons. “I asked the hotel staff to bring us some of these. So, what do you say? Water fight?”
Max, you decide, is your first target. He’s lying peacefully on a red and white striped beach chair, Kelly tucked into his side. Sunglasses cover both their faces and for a moment, they’re blissfully unaware of their impending demise.
You catch Lando’s eye, and he holds up three fingers, lowering them in a silent countdown. Three. Two. One.
“Psst, Max.”
His eyes snap open but before he can even respond, you spray the gun, dousing him in shots of water.
He shoots up to gape at you in shock. “What the fuck was that for?”
From the other side of the pool, there’s an identical sounding spray of water, followed by a yelp from Carlos and Lando’s high cackle. “Got you, mate!” 
Charles is the closest to you next, and he raises his hands in a silent defeat, as you stalk towards him. He moves backwards slowly, repeating your name in a low warning. “Don’t. I swear-”
But a sharp shot of water strikes his back and Charles falls to the ground, clutching his chest as he moans in pain, the epitome of dramatics.
Lando rolls his eyes from behind Charles’ fallen figure, water gun hanging limp by his side. Loser, he mouths and you stifle a laugh.
“They were hiding balloons too!” You hear Alexandra say. You whirl around to call her out for revealing your secret but a pale pink balloon meets your face faster than you can open your mouth. “Daniel, you ass!”
The man in question howls as he makes a break for it, darting far out of your line of sight.
Soon enough, water balloons are being thrown from every direction, hitting skin hard enough to leave bruises and your clothes soaking while Alex and George run around with your guns they somehow managed to steal while you weren’t looking.
Lando stands guard beside you as the others surround you and pelt you with the balloons, trying his best to shield your body with his. “Stop, stop!”
“Never,” Charles jeers back. “Grab them!”
It’s then that you realise what their true intentions are. They’re on you before you can protest, and Lando is attacked with the same playful aggression.
“Three.”
Max holds your ankles while Charles’ grip is tight around your wrists. They swing you back and forth gently to gain momentum. Lando is restrained by Carlos, who’s got a death hold around the Brit’s torso.
“Two.”
Lando grins cheekily at you, winking a quick good luck before your friends are shrieking “ONE!” and sending you flying into the pool.
You hit the surface with a splash, water spraying onto everyone on dry ground. Lando’s hand darts out to catch yours before you can sink too deep and together, you swim to the surface.
His shirt clings to his body, curls so soaked they’ve plastered themself to his forehead. You try to brush the water off his face but he just shakes his head like a wet dog. Lando splays his fingers against your hip bone, just shy of the bare skin that’s exposed right beneath it, to keep you from slowly drifting away. His body presses towards yours, so close you can feel the material of his swim shorts against your thighs.
“I’d say we won that, didn’t we?” He says it loud enough that everyone can hear him, and almost immediately, the boos begin. In your dreams! That wasn’t even a fight, mate! You win one race and your ego gets big.
“Oh yeah,” you nod fervently. “One hundred percent. They did not stand a chance.”
They all protest, but it takes a moment for you to realise that Lando isn’t listening to them. His gaze is trained on you, a far away look that you can’t quite place.
“I’m so proud of you, Lan,” you whisper. “You have no idea.”
He cocks his head to the side, eyes tracking your every move. His smile is dopey and the plaster on his nose only adds to the endearing look on his face. “Can I do one more thing? To celebrate?”
Suddenly, it’s as if you can’t find the words to speak. So all you can do is nod.
Everything falls quiet. Just you, Lando and the shallow rise and fall of his breaths as he draws near. His hand is soft against your cheek to pull you closer and then his lips meet yours in a soft kiss.
He holds you tight, like he’s scared you’re going to float away, kisses you slow, like you’re the last few sips of champagne and he’s desperate to savour you.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” Lando mutters. “I was just waiting for the right timing, I guess.”
“Perfect timing,” you agree.
Outside of the pool, you can hear a symphony of whistles and whoops as your friends cheer at the display. “Get your girl!” Carlos yells. The girlfriends all clap, clamouring in delight.
Lando kisses you again, just as lovingly as the first time, smiling as he does. And then he murmurs against your lips, for only you to hear over the raucous cheering that still sounds out around you.
“Winner of my heart, you.”
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firebound-press · 3 months
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Todays bind! Fools Gold, by @tigers1o1 !!
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Personally, I absolutely adore the paper and bookcloth combination on this bind. I got the cloth a while back for free and I’ve been waiting for a chance to use it, and then my friend Cam got me this paper as a gift! It seemed way too perfect to not use!
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This was a very exciting bind, because it gave me the opportunity to try something completely new, gilded edges!!
Although it didn’t turn out perfect, I’m still super proud of how clean it ended up. Plus, I personally think the flaws make it better :D
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The typesetting here was very exciting for me. A few months ago Ty held a tattoo contest for the fic, and I couldn’t not use them when I saw the two finalist designs. So I went ahead and contacted the artists, and they both said I could use them!!
Title page design: @eldrigeonsss
Chapter header design: @sheeeeeeeepherd
Thank you both again for letting me use your beautiful work!
You can read the fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42798252/chapters/107512251
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tenjikyu · 7 months
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imagine a child male reader whos siblings w scaramouche and was also abandoned so they only had eachother and encountered many people throughout their lives (fatui, traveler, that little kid who passed away, etc..). i can only imagine the heartbreak everytime scara gets hurt bc of the betrayals throughout ur travels and how the reader is tryibg his best to comfort him since hes still young and doesnt fully grasp the situation theyre both in idkk
srry for being specific i just rlly like sibling stuff 😭😭
𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 - 𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘪
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౨ৎ ⋆。˚ scaramouche x m!brother!reader , angst and fluff , comfort and reverse comfort .
౨ৎ ⋆。˚ reader and scaramouche slowly age throughout the book, so keep that in mind.
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the wanderer and his little brother apart is a sight nome of the seven nations have ever witnessed. wherever one is, the other is trailing behind either with excitement, worry, concern or grumpiness trailing their figures. the wanderer loves his little brother more then anything and everything in this shithole and that has never changed, nor will it ever change.
upon the creation of kunikuzishi, raiden ei (or ‘mother’) had encountered an ‘issue’ that might be solved if he had something instinctual to protect. kunikuzushi was a gentle soul, and while he loved his mother more then life as he knew it, if he was so weak that he could not hold the gnosis then what was all this for?
and so, the creation of the second kunikuzushi was in production.
“(y/n)” she had named you. you loved your name, you loved your mother who gave you your name and most of all, you loved your big brother kunikuzushi. he was your everything, and for awhile raiden ei’s plan had seemed to have succeeded.
kunikuzushi was getting stronger, he was overcoming his sensitivity and his ability to cry at every given scenario. she thought she had finally done it.
until she realised, it was all a massive lie.
she had caught you coddling your teary eyes big brother near the shine, cradling his head against your little chest and combing his hair in hopes his tears would cease. you could sense your mothers presence and you knew if she found out that he was still as vulnerable as the day of your creation, it would have major concequences.
the gods weren’t in your favour, to put it lightly.
wandering the ever so lonely woods of inazuma, you and your brother faced two more instances in which would eventually trigger his switch.
the first? a simple blacksmith that had taken you both in. he was another good soul, cheerful beyond belief and a truly comforting person to be around.
he taught your brother the craft of weaponry. he taught your brother it is okay to be vulnerable at times and for awhile, you truly believed that you had found someone who cared about you enough to love you and your brother for who you truly were.
that dream died alongside his once genuine love for you both, riddled with fear of the both of you.
kunikuzushi’s tears echoed through your ears that night, it was so loud you couldn’t even hear the rain that was ever so loudly crashing against the two of you. his body was small and shrunken, and you didn’t know how you could help. your little mind may be synthetic, but it does not mean that you comprehend things as an adult would.
you only hoped holding your big brother against you and hiding your own tears would comfort him enough to stop crying.
you couldn’t stand his tears, they broke your little heart.
the last was a young boy, only a few years younger then your current mortal state.
raiden ei claimed that to keep kunikuzushi’s guard, she would have your body ever so slightly age, until you would stop abruptly by the time your form would hit 14. this would match up with kunikuzushi as his body would go from the form of an 18-22 year old physique.
this boy was once more, a very loving being. he was full of love and wonder about the world, seeing everything as an opportunity and a blessing.
your little head couldn’t comprehend his views until it was far too late for blessings or miracles.
there, lying lifeless and devoid of emotion, going everything against you knew of the boy he lay.
CLICK
you attempted to grasp your big brothers hand, but you did not see a boy who once more needed comfort, all you could see was pure loathing.
you didn’t see your big brother in that moment. you saw a stranger in the skin of kunikuzushi. his tears were not in need of wiping, in fact no tears were to be wiped at all.
you lost your brother that day, and it would be a long while before you would see him once more.
in a sense, you lost yourself that day as well, you no longer felt that out in your stomach that lingered endlessly. only a cold numbness filled the gaping hole in which a heart should lay wishing your chest.
by the time you had reached the fatui, the both of you were completely different people.
scaramouche was cold and sharped tongued, and as for yourself? you were reserved and shrunken. you had both completed the aging process that ei had implemented for the two of you, and it was as clear as day.
you had gotten ever so slightly taller, your hair a little longer and your frown weighed heavy on your lips.
your big brother was still as short as ever, but his face was no longer chubby and round. he was sharp and cold, a glare that never disappeared unless i’m the presence of one person.
you.
you hated the fatui. you hated how they treated you and your brother. unlike the humans, they didn’t even bother to pretend to care for either of your well-being’s. you were scared of most, not daring to make any form of contact with any of them. there was only one harbinger that ever spoke to you of his own volition.
tartaglia.
an annoying redhead who treated you as if you were his own kin. that alone had scaramouche seething in his seat. who was this filthy mortal and how DARE he treat HIS little brother as his own? this had the balladeer absolutely livid and so for the sake of your dear brother, you did your very best to escape the mortals clutches.
as his time in the fatui progressed, you soon found yourself truly taking on the roll as his little brother. you seemed to be the one who was there for him, never much the other way around.
of course that’s not to say he wasn’t there, it was just normally him who needed you more then you needing him. you were the one with him against your chest, not the other way around, and honestly you never cared too much. he’s you brother, why shouldn’t you be there for him?
you didn’t realise just how sad that fact had made your big brother until it had genuinely switched.
scaramouche, as you now seemed to have to adresse him as, not once even entertained the idea of you becoming a full blown fatui member. you simply sat in his office and kept him company throughout his everyday chores and when he went in missions? you rested in his quarters until he came back.
the fatui knew of your immortality and the fact you were not human, and henceforth never bothered to check in on you, not that you cared much.
the doctor struck fear in you that you couldn’t quite comprehend and columbina was almost too cheery to be trusted. the knave seemed interested in you, however you soon came to understand she ran an orphanage and decided she was only looking for a potential member of the hearth. the rest of them never much interacted with you and you therefore have no good or bad opinion on them, all you knew is that you could only trust yourself and your big brother in this hellhole.
you had lost count on how many days it had been since you escaped the clutches of the fatui, but you couldn’t care less. you were with your big brother and he had you, and that’s all you needed in life.
scaramouche thought different.
he wanted to laugh in the faces of the mortals and god who wronged his brother and himself, to mortify the deities and to have the humans begging at his feet. he wanted absolute power, and he had finally obtained the key item to acquire this dream of his.
had anyone asked you if you feared your brother kunikuzushi, you would have laughed in their face. if someone asked you if you feared your brother scaramouche, even just slightly, you could not give an answer.
you were yet to meet this ‘damned blonde runt’ that your brother so very much despised, however you could only hope in a time like this, she might just be able to save your big brother. he claims she is nothing but a pathetic little worm that he could easily discard by the time he reaches divinity, however you had heard of the deeds she had performed for the other nations of teyvat, and you had a feeling she was going to do the same thing for sumeru.
your feelings were correct.
your big brother was falling, and there wasn’t anything you could do about it. he told you to not interfere by the time lumine came, to stay hidden in order to protect you from exposure. to protect himself from people who would use his little brother to exploit him.
too bad you love him a bit too much to allow him to fall like this. he had just quite literally lost his heart right after gaining it, and the pure horror within his vocal cords as he begged the archon of dendro to spare his heart was heavy on your little ears. you couldn’t take it any longer.
“KUNIKUZUSHI NO” you pleaded, you begged the girls to help your brother, however they just watched as he fell lifelessly. so, as you’ve always done and will continue to do, you ran to him.
he only mumbled a ‘get away from me’ and a ‘what if they see you?’ before he finally fell into unconsciousness, and that was the last straw.
all you felt in your body was a frozen and bitter hatred. you felt disappointed. wasn’t this supposed to be the ever caring saviour of teyvat? the girl who makes friends with the snap of her fingers and fights to protect ALL??
all you saw was a fake, a fraud.
ice shot out from the bottom of your heels, icing the entirety of the floors around the workshop. you were screaming.
the room was slowly icing itself around you as you held your unconscious brother in your arms. the panic was visible in the travellers companions voice, freaking out that they’re trapped in the room and that the ice is closing in, however you could only feel your imaginary heart beating harshly within your chest, pounding on your synthetic rib cage and begging to be released from the clutches of ice growing within it.
the only thing you heard before your body collapsed was a gentle tune, a tune of true harmony.
you awoke to the soft breathing of your brother next to you, seemingly in a blissful rest. instinctively, you raised your body and clutched him tightly, startling him awake. you took in your surroundings before letting him go, him reluctantly sitting up and grasping your shoulder, slouching on you.
in came the little nahida, with a tray of tea and some traditional sumerian snacks on the side.
“you’re finally awake you two! i’ve been waiting for the both of you for ages!” her little singalong voice chimed, puffy cheeks graced with a warm smile. you and kunikuzushi share a glace at eachother, almost in a “what the fuck are we doing here?” kinda look. the young archon took note of your confusion and decided to explain.
“we rescued the both of you from the doctors clutches and have been nursing you back to health! after (y/n) had gained his cryo vision, another vision slowly descended and rested on the chest of the balladeer. the anemo vision seemed to swirl a warm breeze around the both of you as the ice spread as the room started to freeze in on itself. thankfully, i was able to get everyone out uninjured, however we had unfortunately encountered the 2nd fatui harbinger, also known as the doctor. he claimed the fatui had ownership over the both of you and wanted both you and the gnosis, however i bargained that as long as he shut down all his twins, as well as giving us the both of you, he could have both of the gnosis’ i possessed!”
nahida seemed almost too cheery, however you refused to comment on it. all you did was squeeze your bothers free hand as he held you protectively, his guard instinctively high in the presence of a god. smiling softly to yourself for the first time in forever, you rested on the shoulder of your big brother.
you were finally in safe hands.
sumeru’s most notable duo, the young wanderer and (y/n) explore around the lands together, hand in hand. one in his early 20s and the other in his teenage years. though they never seem to age, sumeru does not question it. the elder with a sharp tongue and the younger apologising profusely for his big brothers harsh words. the elder studying in the akedemiya under the request of the lesser lord, and the younger encouraging him to do his best.
the elder keeping his guard up so the younger can finally enjoy his everlasting youth, after giving it up for so many years for the sake of himself. hand in hand, kunikuzushi knew you two would finally be able to rest.
just the two of you, until the end of time. <3
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whereismyhat5678 · 5 months
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HOLY. SHIT.
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I don’t even wanna separate these?? TAKE THE WHOLE SHEET I’M SO PROUD OF IT WHAT????
I was playing around with expressions and OMG, I think I unlocked something???
It was mostly from yesterday’s post, I liked the way I drew Pizza Head so I decided to try drawing him again (since it’s been a while) AND GOD I LOVE THESE‼️‼️‼️ Seriously started out rough but then I just kind rolled with it! I like it! I like it a lot‼️ 😆😆
Also since I drew Brick yesterday as well, I decided to change the way I draw him, just a bit 🤏
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Today was so fun AAAHHH!!!! 💞💞💞💞💞💞
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robinette-green · 1 month
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@pluck-heartstrings Medieval Times AU - Pluck My Heartstrings.
I’ve been meaning to draw these guys for ages and I’ve finally done it!
I used some of the old design and some of the newer drawings and meshed them together. Hope that’s okay
No pants forever
Alt versions and singles under cut
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baroqueghoul · 9 months
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“Fear isn't pure biology, Batman. It's more than instinct. True fear is the absence of hope. And hope is the spread wings of a Bat, shining on the clouds.”
At last I’ve finished making one of my most detailed plushies, Scarecrow from Arkham Knight 🦇 He’s one of my favourite Scarecrow designs and made me adore playing Arkham Knight even more than I already do ( love u Scarecrow ) … Hroo hraa !!
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luderailing · 1 year
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Lat 🖋️
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kicktwine · 11 months
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there he is the catboy supreme
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jesenslapetitemort · 1 year
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Hello, tgf fandom. (shhhh I’m not new here)
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sunnibits · 10 months
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I literally never make edits these days but a demon just possessed me to make this (the demon was adhd)
(and yes this is not every queer tv role he’s ever played but the others aren’t as iconic so yknow)
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hijinks-n-lowjinks · 1 month
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Itadori “left, right, goodnight” Yuuji with a total of eight black flashes, that’s my boy
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firebound-press · 1 year
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Just finished my first fic for @renegadepublishing’s binderary!!! Today on the chopping block, this is about a stuffed bird, by @theminecraftbee!! I’ll be honest I started this project completely on a whim while waiting for paper to arrive, but I’m so so proud of the results.
This fic was a present for my wonderful roommate, @majestic-ruiqing, since I know it’s one of her favorites and wanted to do something nice for her!
The cover art was done by my friend @tea-with-veth, who sent me some art that she drew a while back so that I could use it.
For the technical side, I actually leaned how to chisel a textblock correctly!! So this book has some of the nicest edges I’ve ever done. Not to mention, this was my first time doing splattered edges, which turned out very nice. Also my first time making paperless bookcloth!
You can read the original work here:
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lockandkeyhyena · 1 year
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How does Hercules feel about Goliath, if he has any of his own opinions at all? Does he just go off Titan's word?
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Like father, like son.
I’ve talked a bit about Hercules’ complex relationship with his mother and confusing interpretation of his father a bit before but truly these two concepts are deeply intertwined and talking about one without at least referencing the other is only telling half the story.
Herc’s ‘relationship’ or rather lack thereof with his father (given his less than alive status) is… messy to say the least. Growing up he gained pretty much all of his knowledge of his father from his mother and the occasional past employee who both would have had it in their best interests to skew his image a tad.
When Hercules was very young, Titan often would get drunk on expensive wine and dump many of her own complicated, messy and contradictory feelings towards Goliath on him, leading to a lot of Hercules’ own feelings on his father. As he got older, he began to research more on the man himself rather than relying on biased retellings from his mother and instead read up on newspaper articles, biopics and personal notes, all of which of course have no reason to skew the truth.
Overall, Hercules has raging parental issues but his emotions specifically towards his father are along the lines of;
Hating him. Thinking he was a genius. Thinking he was a fool and an imbecile. Wanting nothing more than to be him. Resenting him for what he was. Idolising him for what he could’ve been. Etc. You get the picture.
I’ve mentioned it before, but Goliath isn’t a person in the story present, but rather a collection of ideas people had about him and a legacy he never got to tell himself. It’s all about the holes people leave behind and how you construct an image of someone who never existed to fill them.
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