#i don't know how to count this

[a-carnie-and-a-cop]

i just realised I'm 2 people away from Dick Van Dyke?? hmm.. this is just out of curiosity, i was googling him bc i didn't know who he was and i was looking at his children and one of his daughters is married to Kevin McNally lol so random

[ilions-end]

as much as i appreciate the way the "only one son per generation" curse underlines how vulnerable odysseus' family is, i'm increasingly enjoying the idea that telemachus just made that up on the spot

like he COULD have answered "well stranger, the reason i have no siblings is that my father went to war while i was still an infant and he hasn't returned" and left it at that, but i like to imagine telemachus pausing for a second like hmmm now what would be the wildest reason to be an only child... "oh, you haven't heard about our 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖?"

and odysseus in disguise has to blink back tears like "incredible lie. that's my boy"

[kedreeva]

I need you to understand that the very straight and immediate line from someone's very confident "I don't like mice/I've handled mice before so I know what they're like" to joyous wonder as they hold the first calm, friendly mouse they've ever held and murmur "they're so soft/sweet/warm/gentle" practically to themselves is basically a drug

"I work at a petstore," says the young man with much disdain, "so I don't really need to hold another one. I know what they're like."

"These aren't petstore mice," I say, as I turn my hand over and the mouse holds on tighter. "They're not like any mouse you've ever held," I say, as I close my hand gently around the mouse and flip her onto her back for a second so I can touch her mouth and demonstrate how difficult it would be to get one of my mice to bite.

"I'm sure you've handled them extensively from a very young age, though."

"They haven't been handled before today, except to be moved into clean cages." She arranges herself in my hand and cleans her face. "Are you sure you don't want to hold one?"

He opens his hands, and she pours from my hand into his like a viscous liquid. She is soft and warm and sweet, and his entire face lights up when she hunkers down onto his warm hand and closes her eyes.

"....She's changing my mind."

"They tend to do that when you leave it open."

He took her and two companions home.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[egophiliac]

just thinking about hair and faces

[forcebookish]

*acts of service but be a bitch about it*

[notsolonedesert]

I need more content of the daughter of Ctimene and Eurylochus 👹👹👹

Feed me with content please 🛐✨️

Her you go 😔✋

Euphemia likes writing poetry, though Telemachus is the only one who can and may read the drafts (hc thanks to @kindred-spirit-93) :D

And before the suitors stop letting her and Ctimene enter the palace, they often sit down to listen to the stories their mothers have about their fathers.

Also they call each other brother and sister because of a childhood habit that stuck as they grew up together. Let me live in delusion please.

[buttercupshands]

can you even call it a warm up if I'm going to bed without drawing anything big

and a sketch I made while sitting in the park today

[pissfartboy]

Amazingphil Video colon-three

[thetiredprometheus]

For @maedhrosmaglorweek day 5: artists

Maglor is still alive in the 21st century and he's. still. singing. the. fucking. Noldolante.

[hollowwish]

You guys do realize a lot of watcher fans complaining about the six dollars don't just need to "cancel their disney+ or hulu subscriptions." They're the people who ALREADY can't afford streaming services. It's not that they should be supporting independent creators over big corporations, it's that they literally cannot afford to do either.

[antlerlad]

anyone else notice all the cheese in solas' depression cave? no? just me? what was going on in there white boy

bonus egg. run over him with my toyota prius i must.

[clone-futon]

Happy (late) cat day (=^-ω-^=)

I tried to write something, but didn't make it in time.. but welp, whatever ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It was translated from Vietnamese so some parts might look wrong but I'm too tired to check it now so yea, enjoy :'D

Surrounded by at least one, two… two dozen cats, Kid looked no different from a giant cat trapped in a pile of soft fur, completely cornered with no escape. A black cat was curled up asleep next to him, another had crawled into his hat as if it were its home. The rest were sprawled all over—on his legs, his arms, and even one hanging lazily over his shoulder. Kid lay there, his face three parts helpless, seven parts resigned, as if he had accepted his fate.

__________________________

"...How did it come to this?" Conan blinked, looking at the scene before him with a mix of confusion and amusement.

"Don’t ask…" Kid mumbled, his voice tinged with a kind of bitter (yet amused) resignation. "They just started climbing on me and… now I’m stuck."

Kaito Kid had found himself in plenty of ridiculous situations throughout his thieving career, but being swarmed and accepted as one of their own by a horde of cats had to be one of the strangest.

It had started innocently enough. A white cat had padded over, rubbing its head affectionately against his arm. Then another had hopped onto his lap, curling its tail around his wrist like it was claiming him. And then another. And another.

Before he knew it, Kid was completely trapped in a cocoon of soft fur, waving tails, and wide, gleaming eyes. They rubbed against him, nestled into him, purring contentedly as if he was the coziest, warmest thing they’d ever found.

Sounds cute, right? What’s the problem?

Well, there was a problem.

He couldn’t move.

Every time tried to move, one of the cats would dig its claws lightly into his clothes, holding on it, prevent him from escaping. The moment he even thought about getting up, multiple pairs of round eyes would fixate on him, filled with such innocent reproach that he froze, guilt-stricken.

And so now there was Kaito Kid—the master escape artist, the thief who could slip out of any trap—lying utterly defeated, letting the cats do whatever they pleased.

Conan stood there with his arms crossed, watching for a moment before a smirk, entirely devoid of sympathy, spread across his face. "Well—looks like you fit right in with them, Kid. Maybe because you’re a cat too?"

"Meitantei." Kid cracked one eye open, voice flat and resigned. "If you’re not planning on helping me, kindly turn around and leave. I’m busy right now."

"Busy? Blending in with your fellow felines?"

"One of them is chewing on my hair. No kidding."

"Hmm..." Conan said thoughtfully, "Well, since you’re clearly occupied, I might as well take advantage of the situation."

"Don’t you da—" Kid started, but it was too late.

Conan’s soft chuckle was the only warning before he crouched down and casually placed a hand on Kid’s stomach. Once. Twice. Then he started gently rubbing, just like one would with a big, spoiled cat.

Kid jolted slightly but didn’t push him away. His fingers twitched at his sides, and his gaze darted elsewhere. Conan tilted his head. No reaction? No attempt to swat his hand away, no protests, nothing.

He pressed a little more firmly, fingers moving in slow circles over Kid’s stomach through the fabric, watching closely.

Still nothing.

"Not going to fight back?" Conan asked, his hand never stopping.

"You really think I can move without getting clawed to death?" Kid sighed in surrender, glancing sideways at a cat beside him. It smugly stretched out a paw, tapping his cheek with soft pads, almost like a warning: stay put.

So he did.

Suddenly, Conan pulled his hand away. That’s when Kid snapped his head around to stare at him, eyes wide, caught somewhere between alarm and irritation. But Conan didn’t touch him again right away—he simply tilted his head, waiting.

"...Why’d you stop?" Kid asked, voice carefully neutral, but the tips of his ears had gone pink, betraying him.

Conan raised an eyebrow. "I thought you didn’t like it?"

Kid pouted but said nothing, instead burying his face into the mass of cat fur to hide his flushed expression.

Absolutely adorable.

Conan chuckled and placed his hand back on Kid’s stomach, this time moving slower, deliberately, fingers trailing with a teasing softness. Kid shivered but still didn’t protest. The smaller cats around them purred louder, a few rolling over to nudge against Conan’s hand whenever he reached over to pet them too.

Yeah, Conan thought, he could keep this up a little longer.

[egophiliac]

Hi! i love your art! And I'm curious about something: what do you think of the staff? And which is your favorite?

thank you! ❤️❤️❤️ I LOVE the staff, I wish we got to see more of them -- every once in a while we'll get a little side bit of them interacting with each other and it's always SO good. (for that and more proof that EHN is the best event, see: the teachers trying to hold their own Halloween party without Crowley noticing because they don't want to invite him. why was this one scene and not a long-spanning subplot like it deserved to be. we were robbed.)

I have probably made it pretty obvious which of the staff is my favorite, because I love characters who are huge morons who couldn't read a room if they had industrial-strength prescription glasses:

but I'm pretty fond of all of them! it takes a certain kind of person to work at NRC for more than five minutes. though I do think Trein is probably my second favorite? he LOVES his cat! he LOVES his wife! he LOVES history even though he is fed up with these teens and their wacky misadventures! also, I really want to hear the rest of his saucy makeout story. talk about dangling plot threads. 😔

genuinely we need more staff interactions in canon, there is so much untapped hilarity there I CAN FEEL IT

[nebuladreamz]

A little different than last year's, but here we are again. To say that this past year hasn't been absolutely wild would be a lie, cause HOLY SHIT MAN

This year's birthday is. A little different for me, but you already have the silly comic to show that so I won't make like a broken record oops

But, despite the changes and hills that life's decided I should climb or throw at, it hasn't changed the fact that I'm so genuinely fucking thankful to the people that I've known since joining this fandom. I'm not even kidding when I say that being here has actually changed my life for the better. I know I said something similar last year, but this time, hoo boy it sure turned up the AMP and test how far I could go.

So, to everyone, both new and old; thank you for being here :D

@garbagechocolate @darkxsoulzyx @smoljeanius @bunmuffin @skizabaa

@tuzesdays @sleepykas @fernzwing @kandidandi @starsketchez

@just-a-drawing-bean @notdysfunk @ilsole @amberluvsbugs @cloudyvoid

@nomsthecat @alfinefalf @nosleepygay @theblog-with-thestuff

@cacaocheri

(Edit: ty kibbits for informing me of the. Fuck ass tagging system)

AND TAGGING OTHERS BECAUSE. POINTS. BONKS WITH HEAD. GETTING TO EITHER INTERACT OR TALK OR WHATEVER IS ALWAYS A DELIGHT

@ohno-the-sun @kibbits @ink-yy @saltyfryz @kaprisvn

@hierba-picante @sunny-sophies-garden @cookiiemancer @sneeblbop @justaduckarts

@pepethehumanz @crystalmagpie447 @woolysstuff @mocha-illustrates @duhsty1

@sanchensky @pillowspace @victarin @witherfide

[I DEFINITELY GOT SONAS WRONG AND THESE AREN'T ALL THE SILLY PEOPLE I KNOW BUT IM SITTING HERE AT 2:30 IN THE MORNING JUST KNOW YOU'RE THERE IN SPIRIT HANDING YOU ALL POPTARTS WAUGH]

[artilite]

"Do you know something?"