#im back on that grind guys !!!

[squeebh8]

ctimene and odysseus according to eury probably

[itslilacokay]

CHOSENWEEK DAY 4&5 : FESTIVAL + FLIGHT

i dunno, this was just a little what if hehe

oh im not done yet! have another combined day

CHOSENWEEK DAY 6&7 : COMFORT + FREEDOM (glitch/flashing warning)

this one ive thought of for a whiiile while! you see my vision right guys

okay see you all on finale day!

[sam-sessington-the-third]

fullfilling my saimatsu dreams by drawing them kissing and hugging and happy because i love them sm and chapter 1 never hapened right

[raydoobles]

Happy flat fuck fri- I MEAN FAKEMAN FRIDAY!!!

Excuse my horrific grammar if there is any, I've been lackin lately :(

[tma-themed-brain]

Something that really elevates billford for me i think is that as a religious person, fuck dude. I get it. If ur not religious it might not be something u can understand, but the love one feels for their god(s)?? Unimaginable. Insane. Ive never felt more loved and cared for than i have with my gods. If one of them was able to pop into my physical reality and could assist my every move and affirm that i was destined for greatness? I'd fold. I'm right there with Ford. That's my muse now

[chilschuck]

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ GUESS WHO’S BACK!!!

[djevelbl]

GUESS WHO I'M DRAWING NOOOOWWWWW~!!!!

[dndadsepisodecovers]

Ep. 05.1 The Lord of Chaos P.III

[azu1as]

You are amazing! Amazing! And I'm a greedy person, so I propose: Older! Time traveler! Baek Cheon and Tang Bo compete for Cheong Myeong's affection. CM is oblivious and CMun is in hell reserved for protective older brothers. Those perverted bastards! How dare they lust after his precious, naive and innocent sajae?! He'll break their heads!

You're so sweet to me 🥺🫶 thank you so much!!!!

also I ADORE TIME TRAVEL AUs sm you have no idea how giddy I got when I saw this ask WAHAHAHA

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"Oh? He's pretty handsome..."

Tang Bo almost spills the alcohol he was pouring into his cup. His eyes immediately snap towards Chung Myung's face as he slowly lowers the bottle back on the table.

This guy slouched in front of him wasn't someone who gave compliments that easily. It took months of nudging and stubborn insistence for Chung Myung to finally admit that Tang Bo was 'passable-looking, sure, whatever'—a compliment that had to be drawn out tooth and nail but one that Tang Bo won through hard work and effort.

So, surely, he must have misheard Chung Myung's muttering.

"Did you say something, hyung-nim?" Tang Bo asks, smile twitching stiffly at the way Chung Myung's gaze remained locked on something—someone—behind Tang Bo as he took a long sip from his own cup.

"That man behind you," Chung Myung replies, pointing at the subject of their conversation with his mouth non-too-discretely. "He looks like a traveling prince or something."

Tang Bo doesn't know what minute expression passed through his face, but Chung Myung catches it well enough and raises a questioning eyebrow at him.

"I'm serious." Chung Myung insists, not realizing that Tang Bo is irritated for a completely different reason. "He really does look like some well-off to-do guy."

Tang Bo huffs and turns around without any subtlety whatsoever, determined to see what 'this prince guy' looked like to have managed to snag his hyung's attention so easily.

Tang Bo lets out an indignant noise. Okay, he'll admit it. The guy was abnormally handsome. He had well-defined androgynous facial features and an equally well-defined body, Tang Bo thinks, as his gaze locks onto the man's thick and muscled arms.

There might have been merit in Chung Myung's comment about this guy probably being a prince of sorts. If he was, Tang Bo would hedge a guess that he was a runaway one.

The man wore faded, plain white robes without any discernable insignia marking him from a sect or family. He had a similarly white headband strapped across his forehead with dark bangs framing an unblemished face.

If he was trying to disguise himself or hide his identity, he was doing a terrible job at it. Despite the simplicity of his outfit, his presence alone (and face) demanded attention.

"Told you." Chung Myung cheekily says, laughing at Tang Bo's disgruntled expression.

Even Tang Bo could admit that the man looks like he stepped out of one of the many heroic epics that common folk often passed around through books and verbal tales. How unfair.

Grumbling lightly, Tang Bo turns back to their table and throws back his cup of alcohol. "Bet he's just some rich runaway brat."

"Eh? Probably. But—ah, huh?"

A shadow falls over Tang Bo and he watches as Chung Myung's surprised face ends up trained above Tang Bo's head.

"Hello." The man greets them with his deep voice.

Ugh, Tang Bo grimaces as he pulls back his chair away from the man's shadow. Even his voice sounded handsome if that were even possible.

But Tang Bo was the gentleman between him and his hyung, so he replies, faking politeness, "Can we help you? My companion and I are in the middle of a meal together, you see."

Tang Bo tenses, immediately on guard when he sees the man's eyes sharpen as it turns towards him, clearly recognizing the dismissive tone Tang Bo used.

Other than an indecipherable flash in his eyes, the man's face (which felt more punch-able by the second, if you asked Tang Bo) remained unchanged.

The disruptor kept his gentle smile and Tang Bo was certain that he chose to stand where he did because of the way the lightbulb illuminated his face from above.

"It's alright, I can wait."

If Tang Bo had any less self-control, he would have already grabbed the man by the lapels of his faded robes and tossed him out of the establishment himself.

Who the hell was this man to have the audacity to look at his Chung Myung with such a warm gaze as he said that?

"Ha. Ha." Tang Bo grits out, a vein in his jaw ticking.

He doesn't care if this man looks like the textbook and fairytale version of a heroic warrior. His shamelessness should cancel out that stupid-looking face of his...!

Tang Bo feels a part of his soul leave at the unfairness of it all when Chung Myung shifts in his seat in involuntary self-consciousness.

Normal people wouldn't have noticed that—hell, not even Chung Myung himself probably realized!—but Tang Bo knew his hyung. They've spent too much time together to not not know each other's body language.

So why?

Why the hell did Tang Bo just spot a smirk on the man's face, huh?!?!

Chung Myung's eyes waver momentarily for reasons Tang Bo couldn't pick out, but Chung Myung hesitantly (why, hyung?!) opens his mouth and asks, "Have we...met before?"

Tang Bo's eyes nearly bulge out of his skull at the flirtatious-sounding sentence.

He knows Chung Myung doesn't realize it, but his hyung was personally handing over a signed warrant to this man, allowing him permission to take as many shameless liberties as he wanted.

In times like this, Tang Bo wishes his hyung wasn't as socially oblivious as he was.

He knows it's a futile hope to wish that the man missed the opening. But he seemed to recognize that Chung Myung was asking the question with pure face value.

Nonetheless, Tang Bo wishes he hadn't suggested this very detour for some alcohol because then they wouldn't have encountered this tall man in front of them.

The stupid, headband-wearing man hums as he fiddles lightly with the pink tassel on the hilt of his sheathed sword.

His gaze goes a bit distant as if recalling a far-off memory, and when he blinks back to reality, he lets out a deep, vibrating chuckle and locks eyes with Chung Myung.

"You were unforgettable."

Tang Bo's lips tremble. Why did it sound as if this man was insinuating something? His words felt like a romantic confession as well as a pointed barb directed at Tang Bo.

Chung Myung coughs lightly at the odd compliment thrown at him and throws back in one go the remaining alcohol in their shared bottle. He chuckles awkwardly before motioning at the man to sit down on the other side of the table.

Tang Bo doesn't think Chung Myung realizes it, but a light pink flush is spread over his cheeks.

And Tang Bo, unconsciously crushing the cup of alcohol in his hand, knew that it wasn't because of the alcohol.

[shittyv1daily]

do u draw with mouse or drawing tablet

day 129: squeak

[nerdyqueerr]

Why is it so horrifyingly mortifyingly soul baringly awful to try and express that you care about people

[xiakeik]

I don't think that's his pipis...

[doloneia]

been consumed with thoughts about teucer lately (as usual) but especially after reading a translation of this poem (Helen, by the Greek poet Giorgos Seferis) which is basically a twist on Teucer's perspective in Euripedes' Helen where he reflects on the Trojan War and his exile from Salamis.

the entire poem is incredibly moving and i recommend everyone read through it themselves but i just want to go through some of the highlights for me that made me put my head in my hands and start rocking back and forth:

these lines... OUGH.... the way teucer is on the margins of both greek and trojan identity, how he has spent his life raised on the periphery of heroes like herakles and peleus and nestor, born to an argonaut but never truly accepted into that world like his brother, how he watches similar heroes of his generation quarrel and bleed and die, and how he is left somewhere outside that paradigm after the war.

chewing on these lines a bunch but i love how teucer is depicted with this sort of skeptical and cynical perspective towards the war, especially because he lost so much as a result. also this characterization feels so accurate to me teucer always has self-loathing out the wazoo

his sympathy for paris.... seferis' adaptation/interpretation of teucer here is so fascinating to me because before teucer considers the human cost of the war his mind thinks of paris, and how he lost something he never had in the first place.

this section is amazing for many reasons - it builds up the human cost of the war and the resulting devastation among both greeks and trojans in a way that really underscores teucer's dual heritage, and the punch of "an empty tunic - all for a helen" really cements the gut-punching moment of how fruitless the conflict becomes in scenarios where helen is transported to egypt. how trojans and greeks fought and died for a conflict based in nothing - an empty tunic.

and the break in thought after teucer's mind turns to ajax? the sudden shift to contemplating human mortality? can you hear me sobbing on the floor?

anyways i recommend this poem to any big teucer fans out there please read it you won't regret it

[chiquilines]

Yeah yeah genderswap kiribaku are getting me through the week what about it

[deadbaguette]

‘How to fail to make tea 🍵’ ft. TPG parents (the good cooks and the bad cooks)

Part 4 of my art series of for @missingn000 and their fic ‘The Phantom Guardian’

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

[superxstarzz]

Could you possibly do a prince of space and a maid of rage combo?

here ya go!!!!