The Devs Killed Off Doey Bc They Knew Doey Was OP Enough To Kick The Prototype’s Ass

I feel like Poseidon would just let Odysseus go out of spite.

“Do you really fucking think you can threaten me?” —Poseidon to Odysseus maybe.

& Maybe, thru this, Poseidon gets the last laugh. Because no matter what Odysseus can even do in the future, he’ll never get true vengeance against Poseidon. After all, a recurring theme in Greek mythology is basically gods acting like assholes & getting away w/it

I just realized—Odysseus might have thought about sacrificing the sirens, but didn’t. OUT OF EVERYONE IN THAT SHIP HE’S CARRYING THE BRAIN CELL! He’s no longer trying to protect his men, just as he tried in the Circe Saga.

Odysseus…why? :[

(Altho tbf, I do understand why he’d try offing Eurylochus)

As an Asian, am disappointed no Asian pope was picked. However, I’m giggling that the conclave chose an American who CRITICIZED Vance.

Lmao he has dual citizenship with Peru. MAGA and Trump are in for a rude awakening!

What can the orange do? Deport this pope?

The Living Dead

I am the living dead, waiting for my coffin

I have befriended Death, for it is my friend

This world is my foe, hoping to drown me in

Its senseless pleasures, pains, and evils with no end

I do not wait for my time to run its sad course,

Because Death is a jealous friend with greedy hands,

While Life is my enemy, whispering its curses,

And frauds, idiots, and monsters rule Earth’s own lands

The future promises a distant paradise,

One I will not live to see in its fruition

Yet that hope gives me strength to fight the world’s great lies,

To continue pursuing my fatal mission

Perhaps, soon, I’ll no longer be the living dead,

My own corpse six feet under, in an unmarked grave

But tomorrow’s promise is stronger than my dread

With death beside me, I’ll continue being brave

The City

Gray skies, tall buildings,

Noisy silence somehow dull,

The lights bright yet dark

The Student’s Lament

Here I am, in my room, looking out the window

The mountains are a dark smear, yet lights are twinkling,

Beauty so far, creating a starry meadow,

Yet I’m still stuck here, with all my thoughts swirling

My laptop is open, and so are my notebooks

I’ve got too much deadlines, and very little time

So I’ll study and study, yearning for my books

But I still look outside, staring at those lights

Laughter comes drifting near, so bright, and so. Carefree

So I start pondering if I made that sound once,

Rather than my sighing, filled with all my misery

That kind of laughter’s just memories, long, long gone

Here I am, hunched over my desk with all my notes,

No longer reading them—Rather, I’m just staring,

My jumbled thoughts just running in different roads,

While I’m here, sitting down, stuck with all my musing

When you ship Elibarra and your teacher swears Elias is a really “good” friend:

Darius dying over Hunter’s lack of fashion sense

Lmao, probably post-canon Hunter would go to Darius to check if his outfit isn’t an eyesore whenever he goes on a date with Willow. Each outfit he has would either be straight up cosplay, streetlight colors, punk in a way that isn’t punk, too stiff, or too boring.

Darius would snark about it and spend 1+ hours finding the right outfit for Hunter. Then give him pointers on how to not become a tomato during the date. He’d never complain though, feeling happy Hunter would feel comfortable enough asking him for any sort of help.

(“Dear Titan, he chose to wear a neon polka dot suit. The color scheme didn’t work. At all.”—Darius to Eberwolf over a glass of the Boiling Isles’s version of wine)

Unnatural Nature

Gray replaces blue,

Smoke is the new oxygen,

While buildings stand tall

The Midterm

The room’s deathly still,

Save for the scribbling of pens,

And students sighing

My sheer disappointment in not seeing Wolverine/Deadpool fics increase exponentially has led to me staring at my laptop and refreshing the page every minute or so