#bigidiotenergy

[lightcreators]

@bigidiotenergy continue from here

I'll become the MONSTER.

Hands balled into fists as Odysseus stares into his reflection from a puddle on the Underworld's floor. If that's what had to be done, IT HAD TO BE DONE. The King was tired. TIRED of not seeing his son and wife.

Ruthlessness is mercy. And if he needs to be ruthless—

The King practically jumps out of his BONES at the sudden voice behind him. He makes swift movements then, turning around on his heels as a hand reaches for the handle of his sword. All while the mortal's eyes are trailing from the lurking shadow in the water all the way to— To—

Odysseus's eyes widen. Hands immediately falling to his sides as he takes a trembling step back. "... Hades... !"

Water's  reflection  always  has  been  an  amusing  perception  from  his  own  view.  Some  divinity  could  looking  back  at  you  within  it,  and  if  she  wanted  to  having  fun  once  in  a  while,  maybe  an  impression  of  an  breath  could  be  heard,  or  sometimes  there  will  be  the  sensation  of  something  inside  the  presented  reflection  …  Term  itself  who  was  actually  comic  at  the  moment.  It  was  the  beginning  of  an  long  term  comedy  in  which  no  explanation  manual  would  be  given  about  how  circumstances  must  be  understood,  how  much  reality  had  to  be  exposed  when,  in  all  cases,  immensity  of  his  lies  were  allowed  to  be  shattered  apart.  Every  fragment  of  an  glass  was  allowed  to  reflecting  themselves  like  an  private  party,  in  which  every  glitter  exposed  by  his  expression  or  his  gestures,  as  important  as  they  were,  will  be  filed.  It  doesn't  matter  anymore  if  the  reflective  glass  could  hurt.  It  doesn't  matter  if  the  reflective  glass  was  curshed,  in  which  inevitable  blood  would  flow  of  the  wound.  It  doesn't  matter  if  projection  of  his  soul,  along  misunderstandings,  desires,  wishes,  longing,  suffered  that  programmed  shatter  within  dimensions.  A  long  time  ago,  he  would  have  introducing  himself  inside  an  serious  and  stern  manners,  and  would  have  taking  great  care  not  troubling  the  dear  feelings  of  this  brave  hero.  Nevertheless,  time  changed,  right  ?  His  comedy  with  humanity  lasted  for  thousands  of  years,  and  for  once  within  his  entire  eternity,  for  forget  the  ache  trapped within  his  heart,  he  could  take  circumstances  at  heart  ---  showing  them  true  comedy  humanity  was  trapped  with. 

One  misunderstanding  couldn't  hurt  him  anymore.

If  humanity  craved  to  saw  the  terrible  destructor  of  the  world  they  would  be  disappointed  by  his  performance  to  giving  them  wrong  ---  ❝  Little  nature  that  you  are.  ❞  Another  comment  exposed  right  away  as  realization  of  his  voice  had  been  created.  An  tone  behind  Odysseus  voice  who  insisted  a  lot  over  the  permanent  sensation  of  mockery  welcoming  his  sentence,  in  amused  ardor  of  hoping  to  see  him  get  out  of  his  words.  It  was  unfortunate  for  him.  Although,  for  the  paradox  it  was  worth,  he  could  have  corrected  the  course  of  a  few  millennia  by  opening  the  way  to  Odysseus  differently.  Poor  Jason  only  received  his  mocking  comments  in  the  background,  and  an  particular  amusement  concerning  irony  of  his  circumstances,  him  in  which  Athena  pulled  so  much  faith  inside  him  ---  oh,  did  he  wanted  news  from  Jason  having  cursing  himself  a  good  beginning  his  own  blinded  pride  and  terrible  behavior  destroyed  it  all  ?  Athena  would  probably  blame  him,  AGAIN,  to  have  dared  touch  towards  faith  her  protegees  had,  nevertheless,  it  was  pointless,  right  ?  This  was  the  Underworld.  He  had  the  upper-hand.  It  wasn't  like  that  hero  was  planning  to  agonozing  for  plea  something,  right  ?  It  wasn't  like  he  was  planning  to  convince  him  ?  ❝  Are  you  scared  of  me  you  forget  the  norm  of  courtesy,  or  you've  passed  too  much  time  with  Athena  been  familiar  you  forgotten  I  merit  same  decency  ?  ❞  He  pondered,  as  during  one  second,  leaving  his  nice  space  inside  the  sky  enjoying  the  view,  he  exposed  closeness  by  moving  close  to  him,  admiring  every  feature  amusingly.  ❝  In  a  melancholic  mood  from  the  moment  you  entered  my  domain  ?  ❞  He  was  learning  beautifully  with  Lelouch  vi  Britannia.  He  was  still  learning  beautifully  with  Lelouch,  and  mastering  even  better  his  act  with  the  Golden  Witch.  For  whatever  reason  he  showing  up  inside  his  realm,  he  better  be  strongly prepared.  ❝  Why  the  surprised  face  when  you  couldn't  have  missed  the  Underworld  sign  ?  ❞

[watsonjackpot]

+ @bigidiotenergy liked for a starter !

+ " You know , at the rate she's GOING , I'm pretty sure we're gonna start finding MAY sleeping on the ceiling . " It was all SPOKEN with a hint of AMUSEMENT, if not also a bit of TIREDNESS bordering on her words . And she'd thought MARRIAGE had been a handful ; having a daughter that was FOND of using her powers ? How she wasn't seconds from PASSING out was a testament to her own ENERGY .

[rebelpuff]

“   STOP looking at my dad like that.  ”

@bigidiotenergy / quentin beck

[sevenbulletsavior]

The question was more rhetorical than anything, Karen understanding subconsciously that what John did, who John was...it meant he would never be whole. Not now. Not anymore. Maybe once upon a time he was whole, could have been whole even now, but that had been ripped from him by the same thing that now probably left him in this broken and battered state at her door. If this were any other person, they would have been met with a biting rage that would be hard to quell.

John had kept Karen safe when no one else would have been able to, though. He'd put her in a place that offered her sanctuary, gave her the ability to reclaim her life and not be afraid and she owed him that same life. To repay it back, she offered him kindness and a sanctuary in return.

As the man was ushered into the quiet of her apartment, Karen only shook her head, locking the door behind him. "No need to apologize. I know you've been...busy..." That was an understatement. Once she turned around, she moved with ease back into the quiet of her apartment, Buck eagerly awaiting John to cross the threshold into the living room so he could get pet.

"Do you want something to drink?" The floor was his.

@bigidiotenergy / continued from HERE!

[murder-popsicle]

@bigidiotenergy (Frank)

"Rise and shine, Frank. I brought you coffee and everythin'."

[gloriousxdarkness]

THINGS FRIENDS SAY // accepting // @bigidiotenergy sent for Frank — "okay, now tell me the truth this time."

"Which part are you struggling with?" A tiny, chipper note of condescension lightens her tone. "Rising from the dead a bridge too far?"

[feralweapon]

i want a comparison with miguel who is 6'9 cause it'll be funny

Height Comparison. (aka Wolverine is short 2024)

"Chk. I'm bigger where it counts."

Please refer to the following memes. (1) and (2)

[thethreefaes]

Oh this was bad. This was so bad. Lyra looked around the stone walls and turning paths. She ran and stumbled. Her dress and leggings torn. The magic radiating from the labyrinth almost made her dizzy.

She had been returning home late when she was attacked. Two men chasing and cornering her. She’d panicked and shadow stepped. Only thinking of escaping. With no real destination in mind only to get away. But why here? Why had her magic sent her so far away and into what felt like more danger?!

Turning a corner she found a court yard. A small garden and a fountain in the middle. The more open area helped her breath and she sat on the edge of the water. Trying to calm her heart. Every which way she looked were more paths. And farther in the distance she could see a castle.

“Where am I?”

@bigidiotenergy

[legendarymumus]

@bigidiotenergy

fuecoco brought dabi a pomeg berry!

he seems very proud of himself!

“fuefue!”

[chingonaclawsarchive]

@bigidiotenergy. peter quill.

SHE sets the plate before him. A meal fit for royalty in her book. Fresh tortillas, all the ingredients for tacos de camarones y al pastor, fresh pineapple she had picked out herself from market. She recognizes that he's trying to discover his own new normal, just as much as she. He's only just returned to Earth, begun an honest life, and she should probably be in school - though if the Avengers had their way she'd probably be under lock and key -- or a microscope. Laura shutters at the thought.

She sits across from him, arms folded, waiting for him to take a bite. "You need to eat. Not just that cereal crap. Something with substance." Laura instigates, and insists. "Go on."

[vetyver-soaked-stars]

"i've made a lot of mistakes in my life." - miguel or peter b for dani

"I feel like the job doesn't come without its mistakes, Miguel. But for you to admit that is a step...just uh...don't do the whole wallow in it right now. You're food is gonna get cold and I've noticed you get a little hangry." She wasn't trying to divert the conversation, really. Majority of her was a little scared of Miguel and wanted nothing more to try to befriend him. That was just a natural thing she was always good at with people but with him? It was almost like dancing a tango she was hoping not to get killed over.

[knot-ee]

With eyes of a Golden Eagle and mouth like a ravenous snake, no one could accuse Olrox of being humdrum, not even when he was just a mere human. Sharp tongue had always earned him a wallop or a week's excursion into the wilds — ultimately, it made life interesting, however only a narcissistic fool would believe there were no consequences to any action. And Olrox's actions continued to spark attention. A forest fire to destroy all which was living, or the attractive light needed to lure in nocturnal creatures? With the Dracula's eyes on him, the Aztec vampire experienced humility for the first time in his life.

Humility, however, was a double edged blade. If Dracula thought any of his speech and actions were unfitting, would he see it fit to see Olrox's head part from the rest of his body? The revered Vampire was supposed to be dead after all and had Olrox not studied his portraits and written letters attesting to his appearance, he would not have jumped so quickly to out him. There truly was no other vampire, human, or other creature who commanded such a presence than Dracula @bigidiotenergy. Awe-inspiring and terrifying and wonderful. It was the foul Spaniards who ravaged the land and killed his people, yet Olrox stopped being a human long ago . . and could not hate Dracula for the actions of others. He, too, was not a kind vampire and fed as he pleased.

“ I . . yes, I am. It has always worked in my favour, and I hope it works in my favour now . . sir? ”

How did one address the greatest vampire of all time? For once, Olrox was stumbling over his words like so mere chattel. Your majesty? My liege? It felt so dirty; he never held anyone in such high regards and certainly did not put lips to a man's boots to gain his favour. Simply, Olrox bowed deep with one arm at his abdomen and one flourished to the side. He hoped it was enough to please the ancient being.

[cigarettesandcoffee]

✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ sending a bouquet for my aji and for all the headcanons u can think of for rigby

✿ Bigby has gotten so used to Rumi swiping his cigarette out of his mouth that now he lights it, takes the first drag, and then holds it out for Rumi to take the second

✿ Rumi always pays Colin the "sorry the walls are thin" tax (a pack of smokes and a bottle of something strong) whenever he stays over Bigby's place

✿ Bigby HATES when Rumi insists on coming with him to the shittier spots in town.

✿ Rumi makes it a sport of seeing how flustered he can get Bigby. Generally by throwing out the most out of pocket statements he can at any given time

[sevenbulletsavior]

-shakes an empty cup- may i ask for spare karen/john headcanons,,,

@bigidiotenergy has come a-knockin’ with requests.

👹No you may not. 👹

Karen learns how to cook dishes from Belarus to occasionally surprise John with. She finds recipes and works on perfecting them before showcasing them to John.

Karen intentionally raises chickens at John’s farm for fresh eggs.

On John’s farm, Karen has a small garden where she grows flowers, specifically daisies. She has a hammock by it to relax in.

Karen always makes sure that John has horilka on hand. They usually have it on special occasions.

Karen starts a book club with John and has him pick the book that they read each month. She likes to curl up by him to read together in silence.

[rebelpuff]

@bigidiotenergy

“   what   even   IS   your   specialization   ?   are   you   just   an   overpowered   engineer   or   are   you   a   real   scientist   ?   ”

[prettytm]

"Would you like to go to dinner?" - from quentin <3

Meme? Don't know. Don't care. A wild Quentin has appeared - @bigidiotenergy

He had heard his approach, the telltale sound of the bits and pieces of work he carries around with him. A habit he wonders if he's even aware of. That there's a slight.. Jingle to his steps. It's discreet but Billy knows every man and woman who works for him.. And there's only one Q.

The endless paperwork he had been scrolling through is forgotten in favor of him lifting his gaze to study the other man's appearance and expression. He wasn't frustrated or annoyed. So this wasn't a visit to voice more complaints..

Which meant it was a social visit. Interesting. Curiosity fills him but he wouldn't react until Quentin was in front of him and so his expression is the usual business smile. Polite but present. An expression that soon falls when the question registers. Dinner? Of everything he thought to be prepared for.. Dinner hadn't.. Was he asking as co-workers, friends or something more? "I could eat, sure. Have somewhere special in mind?"