#liek WHAT are the gods in this

[words-with-wren]

@chrumblr-whumblr Day Six: Alternate prompt--Betrayal

Fandom: Original work/Greek Mythology. I've been vaguely developing a sci-fi take on the Odyssey focusing on Telemachus because I love my boy. It's also tying in Ascanius, Aeneas' son from the Aeneid, and Antgone, from the play of that name. This particular scene is set reasonably late in the picture, after Odysseus's return and the main characters have met up. Also pulling in some aspects of the Telegony

Word count: 1,319

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“Can you teach me how to fly?” 

Telemachus glanced sideways at the young boy, hands clasped neatly behind his back, dark eyes staring up at him hopefully. He glanced back to the window, at the stars glowing around them. 

“No,” he said simply. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the Telegonus’ shoulder’s slump. For a moment, he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty--he remembered being that age. He remembered how desperately he wanted to learn all of the things a warrior should know. He remembered no one being willing to teach him. “Not right now,” he amended. 

The boy immediately brightened at that, moving forward to lay a hand on the back of Telemachus’ chair. 

“What does that do?” he asked, pointing towards a series of buttons on the dashboard. Telemachus glanced at them, then back at the boy. 

“I said not right now,” he said. He barely knew how to pilot this ship himself, it was all mostly made up as he went. Teaching this boy did not seem appealing. “Go find Ascanius.” 

“But I want you to teach me.” 

Telemachus didn’t say anything, just continued staring at the stars in the far distance around them. 

“It’s your bedtime,” he said finally. 

“I don’t have a bed time!” Telegonus protested. 

“You do now.” Making sure the ship was on its programmed course, he stood. “Come on.” 

“You’re not serious,” Telegonus cried. 

Telemachus knew he was being unfair. The boy was not really a boy anymore, bordering on manhood. And he remembered being that age, being so determined to be grown up, so eager to be an adult. 

But he had little patience for this young man, and for the reminders he received every time he saw him. The familiarity of his face, the foreignness of his eyes. 

“Then go find someone else to bother,” he said finally, crossing his arms. Telegonus stared at him for a long time, then crossed his own arms and echoed Telemachus’ stance. The effect was diminished somewhat by being half the size and twelve years old. 

“We’re supposed to be brothers, aren’t we? That’s what my mother said.

“Get out of my cockpit,” Telemachus said, reaching the end of his patience. Telegonus let out an angry huff and threw his hands in the air. 

“Isn’t family supposed to look out for each other!” he cried. 

“You’re not my family,” Telemachus said. Telegonus fixed him with a long, watery stare. Then he let out a long huff of air and turned to storm out of the cockpit. Telemachus leaned against his chair and covered his face with his hand. 

He stood there for a long moment and then decided he needed something to drink. With one last look at the flight controls, confirming he wouldn’t be needed, he made his way out of the cockpit and towards the small kitchen galley on the ship. 

They were almost out of coffee he noted mournfully. If they could manage it, they needed to do a supply run soon. He regretfully made a half strength coffee, not in bad enough a mood to use so much of it and deprive someone else.  

“You’re hard on the kid.” 

A voice came from behind him and he started, turning to see Antigone, leaning against the wall beside the door. A mug was in her hand--presumably her signature tea blend. 

“I don’t have to be nice to him,” Telemachus said. He stared at the pale coffee dripping into his mug. 

“Yeah, but you’re not this hard on Ascanius, and he’s not that much older.” She stepped forward, taking a sip of tea. “You’re mean.” 

Telemachus didn’t answer for a long moment, waiting until his coffee had finished being made. Then he retrieved it and took a long sip. Far too weak. 

“There’s nothing in life that says I have to be nice,” he said finally, turning around. She raised an eyebrow. 

“Telemachus, I’ve known you barely a month. But I know the way you behave around that kid--it’s not you.” 

He sighed, wrapping his hands around his mug and leaning against the kitchen counter. The ship was humming under them, a familiar background song. 

“He’s just a kid--more than that,” Antigone tapped her knuckles on the table that spanned the center of the kitchen. “He’s your brother.” 

“Not really,” Telemachus said automatically. Antigone shrugged. 

“Yeah, people said that about my brother. You share the same father. You have the same blood.” 

Telemachus took another long sip of his coffee, not caring that it burned his tongue on the way down. 

“Yeah. Father,” he said bitterly. The word felt heavy on his tongue, tasted of shattered dreams and broken promises. Antigone didn’t say anything, just waited, mug in one hand, the other resting on the table. 

He tapped a finger against the top of his mug, turning to stare across the room at the screen showing the stars outside. 

“Every time I look at that kid, I think about everything my father wasn’t,” he said finally. And now that he had started talking, he felt the need to speak more, to say everything. “I spent my childhood hearing stories about him, building him up in my mind. The great Odysseus, hero of Troy, Star-sailer. I spent my life expecting him home, waiting to know who he was. I spent my life watching my mother wait for him.

“And then he came home and he was everything I expected him to be. Great, heroic, a warrior. He swept all my problems away and my mother into his arms and I saw her happy for the first time in my entire life. Actually happy, happy and in love. Joyful and hopeful. I saw her waiting rewarded. And I had a chance to know my father.” 

He sighed, staring down at his coffee, watching the too-pale liquid reflect his face back at him. 

“And then he betrayed that. I had an image of him, a perfect hero. And he wasn’t that. He was a paranoid, broken old man who had neglected his family and betrayed my mother. And everytime I look at that boy, I remember twenty years of waiting and a man who shattered my entire life.” 

He looked up at Antigone, who had been listening silently, a fact he was immensely grateful for. 

“He exiled me for a crime I might commit. He betrayed my mother, who waited so loyaly for him, gave up twenty years of her life for him. And she doesn’t even care.” 

He gripped his mug, knuckles turning white around it, remembering a childhood of stories and promises and an adulthood of those stories and promises turning to ash around him. 

“It’s not the kid’s fault,” Antigone said quietly. 

“I know,” Telemachus said. “But I can’t look at him without remembering, and I can’t remember without being so angry.” 

“Fathers,” Antigone said dryly. Telemachus nodded in agreement and they both took a long sip of their drinks. “But don’t punish Telegonus for something he hasn't done.” She fixed him with a long expression and Telemachus sighed heavily. 

“I hate how much I’m like him,” he said softly. Antigone laughed at that, a soft, bitter laugh. 

“You’re like him in good ways as well,” she said. “Find those.” 

“I can try.” He gave another long breath, pushing himself off the counter and taking a long swallow to finish his coffee. It wasn’t very good anyway. “I guess I can start by apologising to Telegonus.” 

“That’s the spirit,” Antigone said. She took another sip of her tea and settled herself into a seat at the table. “You and the kid together, now that��ll give your old man some nightmares.” 

“I’m not sure I want that,” Telemachus said, almost to himself. Maybe part of him was still ten years old and wanted the warrior hero father to come home. 

Maybe part of him always would be.

[pespillo]

and what about you? is that why you torment me? because you know no one wants to be around you?

[6okuto]

laughing at the thought of osamu's younger staff suggesting that they should record some videos for their social media that's pretty barren, only used for the occasional promotion or new products. they ask samu if they can record him making onigiri since he's the owner and all, so it makes the most sense—shows everyone he's hands-on and a big part of the success. and he says sure, not thinking too much of it and hoping for the best.

the video blows up, and onigiri miya finds itself much busier than usual. osamu is even shocked by a few customers asking to take pictures with him. it isn't until atsumu texts in the afternoon and says something about the great thirst trap promo LMFAO does he realize that his tight-fitting black uniform, expertly framed and showing off his arms/chest, played such a huge role in views and interaction

[sparrowchute]

Hey guys do we fuck with unfinished messy sketches on tumblr dot com

[f0rgetf0rgetting]

erm what the sigma

[kindaasrikal]

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(https://www.tumblr.com/kindaasrikal/767634820849401856/click-for-better-quality-i-swear-it-looks-better reposted and made the drawing better, check that one out instead please 🙏)

Toxic jaya is so good look how cute they are Jay is definitely not about to stab her.

I’m not entirely sure about the filters on top, so here’s a version without it under the cut as i try to figure out how the filters should be despite me somewhat liking it maybe possible idk whahwh:

If you see anything weird or stupidly drawn, no you don’t.

Jaya with Nya being so deeply in love yet so heartbroken over the one person she gave her entire self up to and showed her true self and colours too no longer loving her as she is tipped in a constant cycle of never having what she truly wants in her grasp, and Jay feeling the most complicated emotions towards a women so deeply in love with him to the point where when his desires for evil becomes stronger then his hope for good ever was, he knows he must use every tool, weakness, and strength in his arsenal. And Nya’s undying love for him is exactly what he needs to break one of the ninja’s most strongest and reliable members.

[rbtlvr]

'Do you know what stupid fear I have?' Leo asked, warbled, distorted. ... 'What if this isn't real?'

commission for @remedyturtles from chapter 17 of their fic little kid with a big death wish! absolutely go read it if you haven't, it's amazing!

[peteytheparrot]

Naw bro y’all are making my OCs seem more interesting then they actually are ☠️☠️ /j

Every time this happens though I’m like well it’s intentional NOW 😈😈😈😈

[pinayelf-archive]

oh fenris lvoes her. oh fenris loves sinag so much. he had no idea hwo much he was oging to end up loving her. im runnign around in circles screaming and crying

[jamieenthusiast]

uzi is so attractive

[karda]

working on a meet the artist again ill finish this one i swear

[arahabakix]

"nobody understood that i'm not human. nobody understood that i wasn't blessed by any god, that i wasn't birthed by a person—i was born from nothingness." 

@animangacreators challenge 16: hanami

cherry blossom: a character you think has incomparable beauty; ↳ paul verlaine from bungou stray dogs

[soullessjack]

it genuinely kills me very slowly to think that some people can only ever think of jack as the destiel kid and not like an actual person with a myriad of maladjustments or silly funny personality quirks. like he has a whole special red and white fleece lined Christmas jacket and is canonically acknowledged as looking like a stupid hot white boy without any thoughts behind his eyes. He killed a whole fucking archangel and then decided that he really wanted to try making some friends like a week later. they wanna be normal and nice so bad and pretend to be some normal small town boy next door all the time but they were literally so angry once that it took three gunshots fired in the back to make him calm and reasonable.

he stress eats and stays in their room for weeks on end when they’re depressed or upset. they line their shoes up and fold their shirts and wear bright yellow vans and red hi-tops. he’s narratively paralleled to Anakin but his favorite character is Ahsoka. he pretended to be a coke addict and pretended to be a pretty new boy next door again to flirt with a hopelessly romantic girl. women want him and he’s absolutely clueless about it. women and men and probably fish fear him too. he dresses like a combination between an elderly man and a 70’s sitcom hippie. he was literally called Bieber and Suite Life. they like stripe patterns and Hawaiian pizza and movies and computers.

they’re literally an autistic person who just explodes shit when they get overstimulated. They watch riverdale and constantly sweep their hair back in a specific stylistic choice bc he likes looking like that. he fucking decapitated a whole Gorgon and then stole the guy’s snake as a trophy. he says shut up when he’s mad and calls things stupid and says they suck. he’s a teenage girl. he’s. A Teenage boy. He’s non-binary. He sat on the throne of god in grass stained jeans and clunky grandpa sneakers and left it all behind without even blinking as soon as his shitty bunker home called out to him. He sticks his tongue out when he’s focused on something and his left eye pulls up into a squint when he smiles reallt wide and his smile is crooked and he has sleepy eyelids . They decided to defy death herself just to rescue someone he mildly remembered caring about once and then blackmailed a reaper into helping with said rescue plan.

He got turned into the tiniest ugliest dog ever and got a thermometer shoved up his ass in the same episode where he’s narratively symbolized by the ouroboros symbol and makes the deliberate choice of destroying his soul just to selfishly keep his family bc he legitimately cannot handle thinking about losing them without going insane. his nicknames are sweetheart and darling boy and pal and buddy and Jackie Boy and slugger and he apologized to a girl for upsetting her like two episodes after ripping a man’s heart out and eating it raw. He literally actively wants to be a silly little guy that everyone likes but he’s so insane and unwell at the same time. he’s the best character ever and I need the entire world to understand this and to see him as more than just the destiel baby or I will also explode. .

[alligaytorswamp]

dear lord i just had full on anxiety reaction (i am cold, my limbs are hurting, i feel like crying, etc) all because i got invited to a SMALL SERVER. WHAT IS THIS. I NEED TO BE PUT DOWN LIKE A SICKLY ANIMAL 😭😭😭😭

[rakeshouseparty]

Terrifyingly nude sneckdraw

i had this sneckdraw drawing in my sketchbook that i never really penned or anything (alongside another one but that one looks less complete) so i went ahead and penned it and stuff teehee

sneckdraw belongs 2 @/myhatisblue

[boyfhee]

happiest birthday to the loml