#bigidiotenergy

[messymoonmad]

POSEIDON WATCH OUT-

*high pitched scream*

[makotafi]

did this to messy's poseidon and ur next buster.

-pins poseidon's wrists above his head with his own trident-

I hope your happy *dramatic sigh* the things I do for you sky

[maxtheclownyeet]

I did it....the Odysseus design was heavily inspired by @bigidiotenergy (if you cannot tell😭) imma hide now

[eyeforchaos]

I WAS gonna draw nsfw of these two but the silly brainworms won out so--Have that one 'be not afraid' meme featuring @bigidiotenergy 's Odysseus and true form Kyvyn :3 under the cut for the tiniest bit of blood and a crow skull

The DA link since tumblr killed the quality waa

[cozykitteny]

MY FIRST EVER POST!!

HII EVERYBODY, THUS IS PROBABLY MY FIRST AND LAST POST BUT I WAS MOTIVATED TO POST AN ORPHANED WORK OF SOME ART INSPIRED BY @bigidiotenergy

if yall wanna see more work u should totally check out hadeslover2000 on ao3.. /nf

[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 .

[thethreefaes]

Healing Forest and Future Hope

Short story for @bigidiotenergytm

The pendants the fae had given her Cara and his baby had worked just as intended. Though she wished it hadn’t been needed. The moment the magic in the pendants sensed danger that could kill the wearer they were brought back to the isle.

Lyra had been weaving when the magic surged and the two bodies appeared. Odysseus, her Cara, was bloodied and covered in scars. His clothes looked burned and tattered. And Asty, last she’d seen him he was just a babe. Now four, crying and clinging to his unconscious father.

Lyra yelled for her sisters as she ran to the two. Scooping up the child when she fell to her knees besides Odysseus. Her magic swirled around them in panic. Heal. She had to heal them. She didn’t know what was wrong. She didn’t know what needed to be healed but she had to do something!

That’s how Rose and Kiara found her. Cradling Asty in one arm. Humming and rocking him gently. Her other hand on Ody’s chest. Green and white magic flowing from her and radiating into her family.

————-

It took time but they got Ody and Asty tucked into Lyra’s nest. The small hut was the warmest and coziest and Lyra tended to them. Odysseus swaying between consciousness and sleep. Asty crying as he told the faes what he remembered.

It took all three to convince the child that his father was not bad. That no matter what the other solders said, his father was a good man.

That night, Lyra stayed awake to watch over them. Kiara returning to the Veil to find more healing items. And Rose perched in a tree above Lyra and her nest. Keeping watch even as the forest fae fell asleep in the doorway.

—————

Days passed as Odysseus rested and slowly gained his strength. Asty, however, gained his energy back much faster. The little child curious and adventurous.

“You’re just like your father, Aodhán!” Lyra laughed. Aodhán. Asty’s true and fae name. Lyra had given it to him when they first met. Odysseus letting her hold the baby as he told her of his god’s prophesy. But this child was no longer the baby of that prophesy. With a fae name he now held his own fate. When Lyra whispered his new name into his ear, she’d given him his life back.

“Higher! Higher!” Asty shouted. Rose was flying with the child in her arms. Twirling and diving. Causing him to squeal in delight. Lyra following below just in case. Not that she expected Rose to drop their child. But the younger worried.

“Alright! Ready for the best part!” Maybe Lyra thought too soon. Because sure enough Rose had flown up higher and let Asty go. The little one free falling until Lyra snatched him.

“Rose!!” Lyra’s feathers were ruffled but their child only laughed.

“Again!”

“Absolutely not!” Lyra huffed. Landing on the soft ground. Asty pouted and looked at his aunt with big eyes.

“Pwease?” Oh how he knew to pull at her heart. But Lyra remained firm.

“Nope. We are taking a break from flying lessons.” Lyra set him on the ground and Rose landed besides them.

“Yeah. How about some hunting lessons instead?” Lyra looked at Rose in horror. “I’m kiddin, little flower. Stars.”

The three headed back towards the hut. Kiara had been checking on their injured friend. He was more awake but still unable to move. Asty ran up to the ice fae and hugged her leg. Her black feather rattling happily even as she kept a straight face.

“Have fun, Aodhán?” She pat his head but the child held his arms up to her.

“Up! Up!” He bounced and with a sigh, the eldest fae gave in. Picking him up and resting him on her hip.

“Admit it, Kia. He’s got you wrapped around his finger. Melting that ice heart.” Rose teased. Lyra giggling softly.

“Hush now. Lyra, your Cara is awake. His wounds mostly healed. His strength is returning slowly.” Lyra nodded. Relief flooding through her. Kiara passed Asty to her and Lyra nuzzled into the messy hair.

“How about we make a flower crown and necklace for your Athair? I bet that will help him feel better too.” Settling amongst the flowers, Lyra sat with Asty in her lap. Teaching him how to weave the flowers together.

Kiara sat besides them. Using her magic she created a small harp. Playing a slow and lulling tune. Rose grinned and laid on her back amongst the flowers. Using her own magic to call forth a little wind instrument. Blowing in the flute like instrument and following Kiara’s lead.

Lyra smiled recognizing the music. Joining in with her voice. Singing as she and Asty weaved. Casting a glance at her nest she was sure she could see bright eyes watching from the nest.

[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!

[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?"

[legendarymumus]

@bigidiotenergy

fuecoco brought dabi a pomeg berry!

he seems very proud of himself!

“fuefue!”

[messymoonmad]

u know what -pins poseidon with his own trident-

He is angry and confused cause the pose you forced him into is kinda sus

You must act quickly before he frees himselves

[makotafi]

AAAA WHAT THE HELL THE POST OF ME ANSWERING YOUR ASK SOMEHOW GOT DELETED @bigidiotenergy 😭

Anyway here's the poseidon content you wanted

His ego is getting too high LMAO

smug bastard need to get stabed again

[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."

[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

[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.