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Listen, if there are a hundred fans of Patroclus, I am one of them. If there are ten fans of Patroclus, I am one of them. If there are no fans of Patroclus, I'm dead. I love the guy. Far too much, I might add.
This is not to say that he isn't also a flawed human being! He can be both kind and a hater! He can be a violent warrior and also kill it in the kitchen! He can be Achilles' friend and his lover!
So if people are out there persecuting my boy for being the multifaceted human being that he is (because guess what, those are all very human traits that exist in us all!), I'm gonna have to throw hands. Because WHAT.
Anytime that I see post being like "Patroclus wasn't kind, he was a hater" or "Patroclus was a violent warrior"
I'm here sighing "so, basically you want Patroclus to be Achilles 2.0"
But then there are tons of post being like "I don't like Achilles because he was a bad person and an AH"
Like, what
#reasons I love patroclus:#in no particular order#1. he loved dogs#he had nine of them#love a man who loves dogs#2. he was kind to the slave women#treated everyone with respect regardless of social rank#that is ballsy and badass and so so rare#3. he made GOOD SNACKS#achilles mourns never getting to eat the food patroclus made again once he died#the man was a whiz in the kitchen and i respect it#adding a fact now that i know is in TSOA but i don't remember if it's in the iliad so bear with me:#4. he volunteered in the med tent#not ony did he fight and die for his people#he also patched up his people#and that matters#like A Lot#5. he drove the trojans to their own walls#right after the greek army almost gave up bc the trojans were This Close to burning their ships#like my dude didn't just rout the army#he ROUTED them#like my guy was a Warrior TM!!!!!#anyways i love him for more reasons too#trying to salvage briseis' honor#loving achilles despite it all#theres more too hehe#listen the man's only red flag was participating in the much normalized slave trade of the day#and well straight up murdering a kid when he was five but we don't really talk about that#rambles#in my patroclus loving hours
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The doors to Olympus are sturdy and strong, given everyone's preferences for drama and slamming said doors open and sending them cracking into the wall whenever the opportunity arises. Which is why it's a surprise when they creak open during the once-a-decade pantheon meeting; less so because no entity worth their salt would take so long to open the doors, and more so because everyone who is anyone is already there.
But if everyone is being honest with themselves- which no one is, usually- these gatherings are boring enough that the bland conversation is dropped immediately in favour of craning their necks to catch a glimpse of whatever is coming to relieve them of their boredom.
When the doors finally open however, several of the pantheon murmur in surprise.
"Odysseus," Athena whispers, wide-eyed as she pushes herself off her throne to her feet. It is him- in the king's garb he was buried in but the face he has when he reached home, hair till the shoulders and speckled with grey, face oddly blank. His feet are transparent.
"What are you doing here, sceptre?" Poseidon booms, hair the color of a stormy sea. Zeus, beside him, looks reserved, observing the ghost with something approaching curiosity- eyes flicking to the lightning scars on his daughter's face and back. "Your time has long passed, and Hades-"
"It is a temporary agreement," Odysseus says curtly, barely sparing him a glance as he approaches his patron. "Athena."
Her armour clinks as she steps forward and the gods all twitch, trading glances. Owls are silent creatures- to have her aspect so affected to make noise was... uneasy to say the least. She even holds herself different than usual, something like confused delight shining in her eyes. "How did you-"
"Did you sleep with my wife?"
The throne room is silent. Several jaws drop.
Athena straightens back up, blinking in surprise. She looks a bit shifty, some of the nymphs closest whisper to each other, which- well, almost every single god present owed some part of their existence to the mere story of Odysseus loving his wife.
Would he fight his own patron goddess over it in front of Mount Olympus, though? He certainly was unbalanced enough; Athena herself looked rather uncertain of her odds, even though-
"Are you addled in death, King of Ithaka?" Artemis drawls, looking amused. "Did you forget that your own patron is celibate? Whatever rumor you-"
"No, I-" Athena says suddenly, shifting her spear to her other hand. "I did."
Artemis chokes on her breath and several assorted divine beings gasp in shock and the rest shouting for explanations, although everyone is nearly drowned out by Aphrodite's loud, "WHAT?"
Odysseus inhales sharply and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I cannot believe you."
"She asked-" Athena starts, only to be drowned out by the din of various beings screeching and shouting about the scandal.
"ATHENA!" Hera hisses, peacock tail fanning behind her sharply as she pushes herself up. "Explain yourself!"
Athena half-turns to face her, face creased in a frown. "Mother, I-"
"LET ME REPHRASE!" Odysseus cuts in loudly, and the shouting settles down into silence. He walks to his patron, eyes blazing. "I cannot believe," he throws his clenched fists wide as he growls the last word, "-you took Penelope to bed-" Athena surprisingly stays still as he reaches her, mouth falling open as he grabs her by the chiton to yank her down, uncaring of the gasps of horror from all around as he snarls, "-before you ever kissed me."
And then Odysseus grabs Athena by the face roughly and kisses her.
This time Aphrodite's shriek cannot be escaped by anyone.
"Aphrodite, please," Zeus says a few moments later, wincing as his throne reforms around him, stained oddly pink. Quite a few minor entities have discorporated, and the ones nearest to her are still trying to regenerate their hearing. "Control yourself."
Their eyes land back on where Athena has dropped her spear- dropped her spear, Ares in the corner seems to be having some minor hysteria over this, well warranted- and is also on the floor, still being thoroughly kissed by that insufferable, mannerless hero of hers, perched on her stomach to reach. Zeus inhales in fury, Poseidon close behind him as the shock wears off, lightning crackling around his fingers as he opens his mouth to shout- of all the indignities-
"If you two ruin this for me," Aphrodite thunders, warping in front of them and glaring. "I will make you both regret it."
Both gods visibly blanch at the threat, taken aback for one brief moment. Threats from Aphrodite are far worse than any of her more violent siblings, at the end of the day.
Zeus visibly gathers himself just as Athena's helmet clatters to the floor, and he gains a second wind immediately, eye twitching as he spreads a hand to the spectacle in the middle of the hall. "WHAT MANNER OF DISRESPECT IS THIS? TO BARGE INTO OUR MEETING AND THROW ONE OF THE OLDEST GODDESSES TO THE FLOOR LIKE A COMMON WENCH-"
"Zeus," Hera says quietly. Everyone falls silent, although it's not quite enough to stop the two tangled together on the ground. She clears her throat, which finally seems to get through to Athena, who had finally seemed to have gotten over her shock enough to reach out, hands hovering over Odysseus hesitantly. Still, at the noise she seems to remember herself, pushing herself up on an elbow and dislodging him enough to break their necking. He pouts at her, but Athena's eyes are too glazed over to notice, heaving for breath.
Hera opens her mouth to speak, crown manifesting on her brow as she steps in front of the throne, but closes it as the door rattles again.
This time, the spectre shimmers with a faint hint of scales that comes with a freshwater nymph's heritage and excited whispers starved for drama explode across the room as the Queen of Ithaka steps into the room, skirts hitched in her hand and panting as if she'd been running.
"Your Graces," She bows respectfully before entering, Spartan princess through and through, until she catches sight of her husband and Athena, the former of whom seems to have taken the opportunity to start kissing the wisdom goddess again, fingers in her curls.
"What are you doing?" She snaps, rushing over. The entire courtroom holds its breath. She slaps her husband upside the head, making him yelp and move back to shoot her a betrayed look. Athena looks even further dazed than before, cheeks red. "Argos has more manners than you! No wonder Lady Athena wanted nothing to do with you- ah, hello, darling, by the way."
"Penelope," Athena murmurs hoarsely, and the Queen of Ithaka leans down to kiss her as well.
Odysseus chuckles, then jumps with everyone else as Hera slams a hand down on the throne elegantly, cracking it to the base.
"Ah, goddess-" He says, clambering off Athena to bow.
"Silence," Hera interrupts, holding up a hand, eyes cold. "You will not say anything to me apart from an explanation. My agreement for your release from Ogygia was due to the assurance that your marriage was one of the truest I have ever witnessed, conveyed by Athena herself when bartered with all of us to let you go. Tell me, was it a ploy? Because from the disgraceful looks of it, this seems to not be the case in the slightest."
Odysseus frowns, face twisting in confusion. "Athena bartered with...?" He turns to look at his patron, who stares back, unspeaking. His eyes flicker to the lightning scar over her right eye as Penelope traces it with horrified eyes and a gentle thumb, and understanding seems to dawn.
For a moment, rage seems to fill him, glaring with a hatred towards Zeus that everyone whispered later wasn't met by the god king with anger, but a flicker of remorse- before he visibly throws it away behind Athena's old smile and bows.
"God-queen," He says formally, gracefully. Hera twitches a bit, and they'll all talk later about how odd it was to so clearly see Athena's younger mannerisms in the man, down to the curl of the letters. "My marriage to Penelope has never been false, never been broken, this I promise you." He takes Penelope's hand and squeezes it for emphasis, and she raises them as acknowledgement. "But... can you not argue that Athena has been part of our marriage all this time? From its start, where she advised me on courting and her on what to look for, to the twenty years she spent with both of us- me on the battlefield and Penelope in the court; to say nothing of how she helped raise our son and lived in our palace in the days after. And is she not so unbearably beautiful that even my Penelope couldn't wait-" He shoots a glare at her, which Penelope returns with a smile. "-when the chance was presented? How can you fault us for disgrace, after being so long apart from our wife?"
Hera raises both eyebrows at the impudence, the kind of disbelieving expression that hides a warning to tread carefully. "So you claim to be both married to Pallas Athena?"
"In every way that matters except legality," Odysseus says, fearlessly. He is dead, after all, what much can you do to a shade that they didn't already put him through when alive. He is sort of worried about Athena, though, as they both help her back to her feet, Penelope busy whispering compliments and updates and endearments in turn- she's not usually one to be quiet in face of a problem.
Hera tilts her head. "Ah, but you see. I need the legality, if I am to finally-" A helpless, excited smile pulls at her lips once, twice, before unfolding into a bright grin, peacock tails unfolding to their full wingspan. "-finally arrange for a marriage for my eldest daughter who has not once- oh finally, I can hardly believe this day has come-"
"I do not like the way you grabbed her, Sacker of Troy," Ares steps forward as Hera starts ranting half to herself, half to an equally loud assemblage of joyful entities about wedding arrangements, eyes narrowed.
Odysseus barks an incredulous, loud laugh, gesturing to Athena with a slightly crazed look in his eyes. "This lady has broken- and I do not exaggerate- every single bone in my body before I saw my sixteenth year. I have punched her a hundred times in the face when she taught me how to fight. We'll survive, thanks."
"That is fair," Ares steps back, hands raised.
"What duties will you provide as spouses, Ithakan Queen?" Hestia questions, stepping forward.
"Oh, the same we did when we were living," Penelope huffs a laugh. "Keep her busy, make her laugh, be of mild frustration to her, love her well, worship her-"
"I do not. Need to know," Hestia closes her eyes and raises a hand to cut her off, stepping back. Around them, the din catches speed and volume as no further objections arise, excitement spilling into the air.
"What is happening?" Athena says faintly, looking around as if she was just waking up.
"-oh, and we can get out the decor once more! Hebe, Aphrodite, loves, do you remember where we kept the fountains-"
"-finally, a reason to celebrate! Call them all out of hiding-"
"-can't believe this is finally happening, oh sister, what songs should we-
"Why am I getting married," Athena says with much more alarm and horror. She turns to Odysseus and shakes him by the shoulder, eyes wild. "What did you do?"
"Nothing!"
"How is this nothing? Do you have any idea the headache-"
"Athena, sweetheart, will you consider changing into that beautiful piece you made for the ceremony?"
Creakily, she turns her head to Hera, disbelief pasted across her face. "Mother," She says slowly. "They are both dead."
"Oh, I'll make a deal with Hades or something, you hush!" Aphrodite leans forward and snaps, before her irritation melts back into a manic joy. "Oh, what paint shall we do?"
Paint, Athena mouths, looking afraid for possibly the first time since her conception.
Penelope laughs and tugs on Athena's hand to make her turn, tucking dishevelled curls behind her ear. She wonders if the goddess knows how beautiful she is when she's flustered. "Take us away," She whispers. On Athena's other side, Odysseus leans against their patron with a besotted, helpless smile as he stares up at her, her helmet and spear in hand. She'd missed Athena like a limb, missed her deep laugh at night when they'd discussed the day's court, the dry jokes, the hands over hers as she weaved- but Odysseus wasn't himself without her, happy though they were in Hades' lands together, all of them.
"I'm-" Athena wavers, then looks around once more at all the excited screaming, something unreadable flashing in her eyes. Almost against her will, her eyes fall to Zeus, who is sitting silently and staring back at her. Poseidon looks like he still wants to start a fight, but clearly by his wary looks below can tell he will be heavily outnumbered by the overexcited crowd to not try, but Zeus just stares back at her, face blank of any emotion.
"We ask you formally this time," King Odysseus says, walking in front of her to take her attention away, holding onto her hand. His voice has strength in it, drawing the eyes of the murmuring crowd, but he's deaf to it as he stares up at her.
"Will you be our wife?" Queen Penelope asks, joining him, watching their beautiful patron shudder for breath she does not need as her eyes flick to one of them and then the other.
"Yes," She whispers and cheers erupt all across Mount Olympus.
"Finally!" Odysseus complains, and then pulls her down once more to kiss her, all three of them fading at the edges as one of the generous gods present there- who seems to realize that they're not very inclined to stop anytime soon- thankfully teleports them away into a nice room with a large bed.
"Finally," He whispers as he breaks apart to lay her down, cupping her face, voice heavy with the longing of a full lifetime and more. Penelope circles to the head of the bed and starts undoing Athena's braid, staring at them both lovingly.
Later the ones closest will murmur, as the silhouettes faded away, that tears had slipped from proud Pallas Athena's eyes as she placed one hand against Odysseus' cheek, trembling.
"I missed you," She will whisper back, and all three of them fade away to their own story, yet to be made.
#sorry athena ur not immune to the “when will u get married” mom speech#anyways i believe in demisexual athena amen#epic the musical#odysseus#penelope#athena#odypen#you know the eyes w spirals in anime thats athena after being kissed by her bff within an inch of her life on a regular tuesday#hera#woman is on CLOUD NINE she will literally kill anyone who gets in her way this time. the wedding is gonna be great.#aphrodite#< also going crazy shes been trying to matchmake her sister for a thousand years now#ares#< extremely conflicted. has never felt protectiveness for athena before this moment . also he wants eye bleach.#hestia#“HOW WILL THEY MAKE A HOME IN THE UNDERWORLD WHAT HEARTH-”#zeus#athena hasn't spoken to him since god games.#also tbc pen Didnt know ody and athena were Not Like That. she was convinced day one that they were a package deal.#and the two of them had literally Never considered it even though it was the norm! but once he finds out that Penelope did ody casually#just like. figures out a way to get to mount olympus from hades and storm in to plant one on her#athena x odysseus x penelope#< ig?? whats the ship name#to anyone who sees this vision. join me.#odyath#penath#odypenath#my fic
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I'm in A Mood™ (stressed) so im going back to my roots of melting two character together into one person. So bruce wayne!danny fenton. Danny Fenton who, for eight years, grew up in a beautiful gothic manor with his mom and dad under the name "Bruce Wayne". Playing piano with his mother, running around the manor with his father.
Then when he's eight it's ripped away from him. There's blood on his hands and pearls pooling at his feet, and both his parents are dead in front of him.
And he gets shipped off to distant relatives "the Fentons" shortly after, Alfred close on his heels because someone needs to take care of him, someone that knows him. Bruce goes to the Fentons for the safety of anonymity. Gotham's press wants to sink its teeth into him.
Danny misses his city even if it took everything from him. There are shadows in his eyes and he's pale as a sheet even beside his distant cousins, and they change his name to "Danny Fenton' because nobody should know that their newest child was illustrious orphan Bruce Wayne.
They call him Bruce behind closed doors. Danny prefers it that way, he clings onto the name -- the one his parents gave him -- like a lifeline. He makes friends with Sam and Tucker. Tucker takes one look at the willowy, morbid little boy standing in the corner like a shade, ghosts in his eyes, and drags him out into the sunlight, and takes him over to Sam.
When Danny is twelve, he's still not over it -- and he's a little obsessed with the Fentons' research, with the morbid. He has books upon books on death, murder, detective work. Anything he can get his hands on. And stars. He loves stars.
Alfred owns the apartment next to them and comes over regularly. Danny clings to him.
When Danny is twelve, he's still quiet, meek, a shy little thing prone to being bullied. Freaky little Fenton with the night in his eyes and too-cold skin even before he put one foot in the grave. in a sleepover in his room with Sam and Tucker, he tells them the truth. They're his friends, he trusts them.
"My name is Bruce." he murmurs, voice quiet as the breeze, always quiet. he's staring at his star-covered sheets.
"Like Bruce Wayne?" Tucker asks, a joking tone in his voice.
Danny smiles a little, lamb-like with insecurity. "I am Bruce Wayne." And he takes them down to the lab, disrupting Maddie and Jack, to prove it. Sam tells them of her own wealth then shortly after. They start calling Danny "Bruce" in private too -- its trust. Thats what it is. It's trust.
Sam goes to media functions and comes back with aching feet and complaints on her tongue -- and Danny soaks it up all like a sponge, splayed across a beanbag chair with Tucker in her room. He's not envious of her, he used to go to events with his parents and they kept him safe from the ugly of Gotham's Elite. For the most part. He's had comments made at him, he doesn't miss them.
Alfred returns to the manor semi-regularly, Danny goes with him. he wanders the hallways and helps Alfred clean, the last thing either of them want is for their home to fall into disrepair. He brings Jazz with him next time, then Tucker, then Sam. They all help him clean, and he shows them his room. The one across from his parents', it feels strange.
When Danny dies when he's fourteen, the first adult he tells is Alfred. He and Jazz go over to his house more often than they stay in the Fentonworks building. At least at Alfred's, the food doesn't come to life. Alfred sits at the kitchen table and weeps when Danny tells him, Jazz is upstairs, and its just the two of them.
Danny's ghost form wears pearls around his wrist and the gloves look stained with some kind of black substance. He looks like a child who died in a lab accident, but he also looks like a child who has shadows dripping off his shoulders, curling at his feet, hanging from his eyes.
because amorphous blob batman has my heart always and danny/bruce will not escape it even in death even if that IS the only reason im giving him Mild BatBlob Vibes...so far
when they go to the manor, alfred helps danny make a pile of stones between Martha and Thomas' graves, nobody but the two of them (and sam and tucker) will know what it means. (not even bruce's children later down the line, not for a long, long time)
danny dives into ghost fighting on shaky feet and not half as witty as he once was in one world. he's skittish, skittering between blasts from shadow to shadow and clumsily making his way through each battle. but helping people lights a fire in him. he still has shadows dripping off his feet but there's a purpose in his eyes.
and god help him, he's going to help people.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc crossover#dpdc#dpxdc prompt#this is just me torturing danny for a little bit because im stressed and i cried for an hour while i was driving so im taking it out on B#thanks for being my little stress ball danny#aha my old middle school habit of frankensteining two characters together is resurfacing again :) yall should've seen my wattpad drafts#in middle school. i had 50 of them and most of them were me combining two characters together to make one person and putting them in one au#my most memorable being skydoesminecraft and harry potter. THAT was a fun worldbuilding experience#do i think that growing up with the fentons would fix bruce/danny completely?? hurm. no. dont kid yallselves jazz is not a licensed#therapist not even at like. nine when she meets danny. she's not helping him through his trauma in the slightest. she's nagging.#she's his sister or sister-like figure before she's his therapist. would he be#*entirely* like canon bruce tho?? no. dannybruce is a mix of the both of them. but this is still the first post of the au and is more so#just me doing the equivalent of popping a stress ball so nothing is smoothed over. mostly im just trying to keep bruce's trauma prominent i#danny's character because he IS Bruce. i dont want him to just be 'danny with bruce's backstory but without any of the ugly bits'.#danny and bruce is used interchangeably because they're the same person but sorry if his personality feels imbalanced i came up with this o#the spot. was going to type more but the stress has left me. for now. watch ur back danny 👀
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I saw a post proposing that the reason the Doctor always ends up on Gallifrey at a time after he last left it but before the next time he'll visit, and other Time Lords similarly are all showing up on Gallifrey in a chronological manner, is that the TARDIS just handles it. and that is great! but I would like to propose that, as well as and alongside this, Time Lords have a biological like-calls-to-like thing going on that means they're extremely unlikely to encounter each other out of order. it's like how birds can sense north. Time Lords can sense each other, and are repelled (like magnets) by other Time Lords who are at a mismatched point in their chronology.
the TARDIS is handling it, but she's doing that partly by avoiding any time & place where the Doctor's spidey sense starts tingling. (the Doctor is not aware of this.) that's why the Doctor and the Master don't run into past/future incarnations of each other: any time one of them aims for a planet the other is already on, if they'd be running into each other out of order, they get the heebie jeebies and turn around.
#doctor who#doctor who meta#finx rambles#I haven't watched any doctor who beyond nine & ten so if canon contradicts me – well. it's doctor who#epitome of 'do I contradict myself? very well! I contradict myself! I am vast; I contain multitudes'#and I think this is neat#in both senses of the word#oh for a fun detail this would mean that the doctor simply cannot go back to gallifrey before it burned#every one of its people would flinch from him#and he from them#alien and anathema and itchingly wrong in this place that he loved and destroyed#I know thirteen had some funky stuff going on with gallifrey but! from dashboard osmosis#it does seem like she was at no point having a good time there#so my theory could still hold#perhaps she was viscerally repelled by and repellant to every time lord she met#with all the rest of the issues she had going on would she even notice?#or just chalk it up to more mental illness?
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It's so sad that the ST writers decided to leave Alexander living off with Worf's parents when Worf came to DS9 because we were not only robbed of watching Alexander be friends with Jake and Nog but, and hear me out, the absolute comedy of mistakes that could have been Alexander becoming friends with Gul Dukat’s daughter
#star trek#deep space nine#ds9#worf#alexander roshenko#i want an episode of these four just getting on all sorts of shenanigans for fathers day#imagine if LAL joined them like come on we could have had that but no#i refuse to accept worf not being an okay father in my man he has an adequate relationship with his son
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Another day of OnlyOneOf being chaotic and Nine collecting men
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#onlyoneof#onlyoneof nine#onlyoneof kb#onlyoneof rie#wookjin#kyubin#kb#rie#kpop#kpop bg#they always end up talking about kissing#i love them for it#after this the host was so flustered nine had to ask if he was ok lmao#the host the whole time: 🤨🏳️🌈❓
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the end nine’s story really was an “alls well that ends well!” moment
#graveyardtxt#it did not end well!!!#i can’t and will never get over the fact that he didn’t get a happy ending#all he got was a “ok guys do you pinky promise not to hurt nine when i leave?’’#and one (1) hug#like how many people do you think said that they’d leave nine alone just to make sonic feel better?#there had to be a least a few of them crossing their fingers#he gained almost—if not—nothing!#he got the solitude he wanted-sure-but at what cost?#possibly mental and bodily damage from the prism’s power?#there’s a brand new group of people who probably hate him or just don’t want him around?#like wtf!!! where’s his friends? where’s his happy ending?#why was he just left alone like that?#sonic i love you but this is one two tailed fox who your presence did not positively influence!!!#“but what he did was selfish >:(‘’ BECAUSE HES NEVER HAD TO THINK OF ANYONE BUT HIMSELF BEFORE!! NO SHIT HES SELFISH!! ITS HOW HE SURVIVES!!#i will never ever shut up about this#miles nine prower#sonic prime
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While everyone else thinks Workforce's wasted potential is that Chakotay and Janeway didn't have a brainwashed what-could-have-been-romance *I* know that Workforce's wasted potential is that Tuvok wasn't there as a much more vocal irritant/unintentional cockblock to Jaffen. Who hates him the whole time but is trying to act like he doesn't because Janeway REALLY likes him.
#-puts down the funnyman mask to express a serious opinion- Also he and Janeway should have had like an actual friendship moment together#instead of him just being there to be like 'I feel like we know each other' before being hauled away#Begging and screaming for the Voyager writers to give us more of Tuvok & Janeway's dynamic and they are refusing every time#I have to go off CRUMBS like the fact both he and Janeway had the same idea of using the satellite's gravitational pull against enemy ships#in 'Hunters'#Anyway I love Tuvok's 'forgot I'm Vulcan' personality WISH we got to see more of it#Get Seven OUT OF THE SPOTLIGHT!!!!#Seven PLEASE!!!!!!!#<- I love Seve of Nine & Also she is very overused#Imagine Tuvok slowly remembering who he is through planning how to fight back against the ones who brainwashed them all#showing his tactical skills as they come back to him#Heartbreaking: Your hot co-worker's best friend is the most annoying guy you know
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the amy variants being sisters is literally the cutest thing in the world btw
#sonic prime#sonic prime spoilers#i already saw them as sisters but i wasnt expecting for the show to actually say it . sooo cute#but also if they were going to give me that i wish that they could have also had sonic call literally any version of tails his brother#like imagine if he had said youre still my brother nine instead of youre still my friend nine or whatver the line was#well actually that might have pissed nine off more because he doesnt like it when sonic treats him like tails#but idk they should have thrown the brothers thing in there Somewhere
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Everyone out here shoving Fitz toward various animals they think might soothe his forever broken heart and Riddle out here like, no, I know what this guy needs. I remember his whole deal with the Fool. Fitz, my man, can I offer you a nice twink in these trying times? Have you met Lant?
#rote#fitzchivalry farseer#making jojkes because I am thinking about that last trilogy again#and losing my mind#how many animals got shoved at this man#nine books and he had nighteyes in only like three of them#everyone throwing beautiful horses and dogs and ferrets and birds at him#except for my man riddle#who gives him lant#who fitz fucking loahtes#beautiful job everyone ten points#fitz why
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You know what's insane bananas bonkerballs? After 118 years together, Spike STILL was getting Drusilla Valentines Day gifts. He is out there acquiring the most gaudy gorgeous necklace for his lady love after a century of acquiring gaudy gorgeous jewelry. Wife guy of all time.
#who is wifeguying like him nobody thats who#he gets buffy the whole nine yards of cheesy valentines day gifts their first one together#roses chocolates teddy bear holding a heart that has 'i love you beary much' embroidered on it#locket on a chain with pictures of dawn and joyce inside#and buffys brain shuts down#shes clutching the bear to her chest and sobbing and spike thinks she hates it all and him and starts apologizing#but buffy cuts him off by jumping on him and kissing him and it ends up being the best valentines day either of them ever have had
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Doodled some scenes from Kaleidoscope a3 ch1. Tails and Nine got knocked out, so Mangey was looking out for them and making sure they were comfortable. And that means: tail pillows!
#miles tails prower#mangey tails#tails nine#kaleidoscope au#I forgot that Mangey still had bandages so I had to add them after I was done#ghhhh Nine's grumpy sleeping face is KILLING ME he looks so silly and cute
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And then Kyne granted Perrif another symbol, a diamond soaked red with the blood of elves, whose facets could un-sector and form into a man whose every angle could cut her jailers and a name: PELIN-EL, "The Star-Made Knight" and he was arrayed in armor from the future time.
And he walked into the jungles of Cyrod already killing, Morihaus stamping at his side froth-bloody and bellowing from excitement because the Pelinal was come... and Pelinal came to Perrif's camp of rebels holding a sword and mace, both encrusted with the smashed viscera of elven faces, feathers and magic beads, which were the markings of the Ayleidoon, stuck to the redness that hung from his weapons, and he lifted them, saying: "These were their eastern chieftains, no longer full of their talking."
#i love his insane gay ass#like tf you mean his boyfriend was killed and he got so mad Alessia had to pray the gods don't turn away from them cus of the atrocities#art tag#tes#tesblr#tes iv: oblivion#tes IV#the elder scrolls#oblivion#pelinal whitestrake#pelinal#knights of the nine#artists on tumblr
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joseph sleeps over
[so does neil]
#you can tag this as ship if you want BUT I need you to know that the Intention with this one is. not romantic ♡#other title ideas I didn’t go with: he had a nightmare or perhaps even he throwed up#putting the Young in young neil that guy is nine years old !!#but again if you want to see this as ship art for all three of them go ahead ignore my tags ♡#stephen stills#young neil#neil nordegraf#joseph scott pilgrim#scott pilgrim joseph#scott pilgrim#art#my art#fanart#digital art#procreate
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Nine getting jealous that some of the other tailses are growing taller than him (poor boy didn't realize that welding a bunch of robot spider legs to his spine might stunt his growth)
Remember how in the show he always kept using them to gain height on others so he'd be taller and more intimidating? Yeah...
#yet another thing Tails had which he didn't. great. fantastic#Nine buddy plz stop trusting your thoughts. it's midnight#don't listen to them they distract you from good things#besides. that's a curse of older sibs. if you would be the oldest fox amongst your bros youd have to remain shorter for it sorry#sonic the hedgehog#sonic#sth#miles tails prower#nine the fox#tails nine#miles nine prower#tails squad#prime bros#anon ask#ask answered#i don't think they are welded to his spine yknow? there is definitely a neurotransmitter involved there but he's been using those spider#tails for years now and they're still eorking which requires energy which would mean either giving them an infinite powersource or charging#the later of which he cannot do if can't remove them and put them aside.#how does he sleep comfortably with those tails ?! Nine buddy u an enigma
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Sixty, nines and Connor need the get along shirt
Clearly.
#asks#thank you for the ask 💕#i literally had to stop mid-way through my ask response to just draw this#it was so important to me#idk how hank got them in there#and by god idk how he plans to get them out of it#hank's plan was flawed from the start but he had the right idea#connor dbh#rk900 dbh#rk800-60 dbh#nines dbh#sixty dbh#dbh#detroit become human#hank dbh#connor rk800#doodle#tw knife#rk brothers
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