This!!!! This is what I want!!! This is what I crave!!!!
No Longer You waltzing animatic, this wasn't supposed to be a serious thing but oh well
This is amazing!
Ares: Need a hand?
Telemachus: What’s going on here?
Ares: Is your plan to stand around? Or are you gonna tear them down?
Telemachus: I don’t know how
Ares: Then stop thinking. Feel the fire. Swing.
Telemachus: Woah, why am I burning up? Why do I feel so strong?
Ares: That’s the bloodlust kicking in.
Telemachus: This is insane!
Ares: No. This is war. Now go.
Ares: I've no respect for cowards, Those who prey upon the weak. I've bathed in war for centuries, And I know how the ruthless think. So paint this floor in crimson, Show them what you are One young wolf with sharpened fangs Against a herd of starving dogs!
✨ Late to Huevember, but here we are! ✨
This doubles as concept art for Celestial Creatures, which I’m super excited to expand on.
The blue cat isn’t my original design—it’s by my amazing friend, and I’ve adopted it with her blessing. 💙🐾
Each Hue has an Animal group and Night/Cosmos theme related to it.
THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I THOUGHT!!!!!
Odysseus is all alone and it is made clear by the "missing" chorus of men.......
Six hundred men…six hundred deaths under my command…cause I had only one goal in mind
AND THEN SILENCE. CAUSE THEY ARE ALL GONE??
You brain automatically fills in the voices but there’s nothing, it’s like they truly died and we hear the voices of the dead. This is horrible.
SICK MR.RIVERA-HERRANS, SICK IS WHAT YOU ARE.
imagine you are a maid who works for ithaca's royalty. you're not, like, always the most up to date on gossip, because you have things to do and knowing what date the king and queen went on this week is not going to make the floors any less dirty. so, whatever. one thing even you know, though, is that the king is leaving for war. which sucks, probably, you've heard things about war, and also your cousin's part of the crew headed to troy and the queen looks like she's about to stab whoever tries to touch her so you really hope they stay safe and come back in one piece, for everyone else in the palace's sake at least. still, it doesn't change the fact that the floors need cleaning. so you get cleaning. and then you wake up one day with men in the palace. suitors, they call themselves. and you're like, okay, whatever, guests. except they never leave. they just. stay. day after day after week after month and then suddenly it's years, just hanging around. and, really, do none of them have jobs? goodness. and they have absolutely no respect for the workers of the palace, which is a bit frustrating because your back is hurting from how much extra cleaning you're doing for no discernable reason other than just because the suitors find some nonexistent dirt. still, whatever, it doesn't really matter to you, so you clean the floors and try your best to avoid running into any of them. you have things to do. the prince is cute, and he waddles around everywhere and gets his muddy little prints on everything but you feel nothing negative towards him because he's cute and tries to awkwardly make conversation. so you give him a smile and scrub the floors clean and go back to your room and fall asleep, exhausted. and years pass, and you age, and your hair starts graying and you wonder if maybe it's time to retire but the fearful and tired look in the younger girls' eyes makes you stay. you can't just - leave them. whatever. clean the floors. there's something to do with the queen and a shroud and lying, you're not entirely sure. your job is to clean floors and the queen is polite when you dart into her room occasionally, so. whatever. and then fifteen, eighteen, twenty years later - you're barely out of bed when one of the girls barrels into your room, screaming with excitement - the king is back. the king is back and he brings destruction in his wake. you hurry upstairs and you are greeted with a docked bow and a familiar face, now older and warier and more haggard, and you pause. he looks at you, and his eyes are - sharp, bright, focused, but also a bit unclear. like he's looking at one thing while also avoiding it. he blinks, once, and then looks away. a movement from the other side of the room - a suitor, you recognize, one who takes extra pleasure in watching the girls scrub the floor in front of him - and then there's an arrow lodged into his chest, followed by a scream of agony and then nothing. well. alright. you look around for a couple of moments, then turn back around and head to the kitchen, rooting around the storage cupboard for spare cloths. this whole return is well and good and there's probably political stuff happening here but, like, you don't really care. the king is cleaning house, and you should too. that's your job.
how im feelin right now lads
Okay guys, I’ve given the gentle reminder as many times as I can without seeming passive aggressive, as a result this is your not-so gentle reminder. Stop tagging your x OC works as x reader for the love of all that is divine. This isn’t a threat, it’s not some long article about how you’re a deadbeat or whatever; The simple fact of the matter is the tagging system was created to help readers find EXACTLY what they are looking for with [relative]ease, and that can’t be if YOU are making them sift through content that has fuck all to do with what they are looking for.
Now there are a couple of assumptions I’ve made seeing some of you guys’ posts. Most of them fall under the writer being insecure and thinking their work will not be seen if they don’t use the x reader tag and I am here to tell you that is simply untrue. I know plenty of people who actively seek out x OC works, and while I am not among them as being called by the name of someone I am obviously not in fiction breaks the immersion for me, this should NOT discourage you from being transparent in your posting.
“It’s called block and move on.” No, it’s called be a good human being and stop evading responsibility for a messy system that doesn’t HAVE to be messy, and thus is so only because you’re making it that way. You are not a singular. There are other people JUST like you doing the same thing further perpetuating the convoluted channels.
Overlooking how self serving it is, it’s also very inconsiderate concerning people that simply struggle to find stories in some already dead or dying fandom. You have no reason to tag it as an x reader unless it is, an x reader.
It’s obnoxious, and frankly, rude.
Again, I’ve given a couple of gentle reminders already but some of you are failing to respond so allow me to put it in words geared more for… I don’t know, hardier audiences I suppose. As always thank you for your time and I hope you have an absolutely wonderful rest of your day[genuine].
I will fall in love with you
Over and over again
I don’t care how, where, or when
No matter how long it’s been
You’re mine
Don’t tell me you’re not the same person
You’re always my husband
And I’ve been waiting, waiting
Waiting, waiting
Waiting, waiting
Waiting, oh!
For you...
This is literally Y/N and Loki from Time after Time. This is their theme song, playing in the background in the last chapter. It's them.
I’m in the works of stuff but need motivation 🤪 might post some of my incorrect quotes too
[Concept/Fan Art: "Athena"]
"Goddess of Wisdom, Master of Wars and Queen of the best Strategies ever seen"
The journey continues! ✨ Presenting my take on Athena, the wise and formidable Olympian.
More Olympians coming soon—who do you want to see next? ⚡🦉
I recently re-watched both SpiderVerse Movies and it gave me the urge to draw my Spidersona again
SpiderBeast can grow a second pair of arms, has a paralysing venom and can like the Wolfspider run a short distance on water💧
After Spider 42 was brought into Miles Universe, something strange happened to Rey. She suddenly found herself in a different Universe. Rey happens to gain the ability to travel through the Web of Live and Destiny, because of the circumstance that Earth 1610B Morales was bitten by the radioactive spider. This is also the reason why Rey doesn´t glitch in other universes. The only times she does is before and shortly after she has teleported.
Hey there, I'm Rhy a hyperactive nonbinary furball, as my mischievous friend likes to put it. I'm diving headfirst into the world of storytelling, weaving tales that dance between realms of fanfiction and original stories.https://linktr.ee/doodle.with_rhy
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