#got blood

[blackmetalvampire]

🦇 ⚰️ 🦇

[fraternum-momentum]

messy eater

[a-a-lost-munchkin]

I Can’t Help But Wonder

Odysseus, who just violently and mercilessly murdered 108 or so men, who claims in the next song that he’s no longer a kind or gentle man, actively listens to Telemachus and kindly and gently responds to everything his son’s expressed.

Telemachus asks, “Am I like you? Am I strong like you? Will you embrace me? Will you love and accept me as yours?” He says, “I’ve felt so alone.”

And Odysseus claims him in a heartbeat, answering, “My son. My boy. My sweetest joy I’ve ever known. I embraced you twenty years ago. I’d do the impossible for you. I’d die for you.” He says, “Seeing the men here today, I can only wonder what you’ve been through for twenty years. My son, you’re already strong. You’re my own. You’re not alone. I’m home.”

And then they fucking embrace.

[chipchopclipclop]

autonomy

[readwritealldayallnight]

Simon’s home.

Which means he’s glued to your side.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

The two of you are in a local bookstore, the shop having caught your eye while out on a stroll together, each of you going to your respective shelves to find your preferred genres.

Simon grabs the first novel he thinks sounds interesting, quickly snatching the book by its spine so that he can cross the few steps back to your side.

His eyebrows furrow when he notices how closely you’re holding a book up to your face, your own eyes squinting at the back cover.

“Havin’ trouble there, love?” He asks as he approaches.

“Can’t believe I let myself run out of contact lenses.” You reply, trying your best to decipher the blur of black ink on the pages.

“Could’ve worn your glasses.” He retorts, something he’d already suggested more than once since you ran out of your contacts and had to order new ones.

“You know I only like wearing them at home.”

“But you’re so cute in ‘em.”

“Yeah well, you’re the only one who thinks so.” You mumble under your breath, though Simon hears it of course, the crease in his brow deepening.

“Wha’s that supposed to mean?” He gruffs out.

“I just got teased a bit in school was all Si, typical kid stuff. Just stuck with me I guess, but it’s fine, I have my contact lenses.” You explain to him.

Simon considers your words for a moment, the gears evidently turning in his head, muscular arms crossed over his large chest.

“And do we know where these fuckin’ tossers are at now?”

“Oh my god Simon, don’t-”

“Have we got any names to work with?”

“That is not-”

“Any addresses?”

“You are not about to-”

“Pictures?”

“I was like ten years old-”

“S’alright lovie, we’ll dig up your yearbooks when we get home.” He simply says, plucking your book from your hands and heading towards the register to pay.

[ghosted-jazz]

I hope they got that microwave in the break room

Bonus version with different outfit colours:

[ophelieverse]

“Visenya why aren’t we burning the dornishmen?”

[orphetoon]

(sketch) blood in the water

[shandzii]

I’ve been curious seeing how you draw robotic stuff what your interpretation of p.AI.nter with a body would look like since a lot of the pressure fandom draws their own version of him having a body.

That is if you wanna draw it ofc, just thought it would be cool to see your take on it

aight here u go p.ai.nter nation

height difference with Navi under cut lol

[shandsformation]

watching Armada with friends and man do we go through it everytime star's on screen 😭

[hinamie]

make it vicious, take a stab

[blackmetalvampire]

🦇 ⚰️ 🦇 ⚰️ 🦇

[inkvild]

Relief

[kagoutiss]

i’ll take care of everything

[mugiwara-lucy]

Kamala will make the FUNNIEST president in all of American history 😂

[bloominglegumes]

my brain is fried no caption no context i just like them