#lovesick blues

[newwavesylviaplath]

lana del rey via her instagram story (16/05/24)

p.s omfg she looks so good also i would kill for that set

[mudwerks]

(via Hank Williams - Lovesick Blues (1948)

[divine-knight-hand]

I just freaking remembered this one time I was showing my sister a clip from I Saw the Light, and it was that clip of Tom Hiddleston singing “Lovesick Blues”, and he gets to that one lyric that’s all like “But I'm nobody's sugar daddy now”, and my sister immediately looks at me and says “Aww. What happened?”

I ALMOST FREAKING SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUSTED! SHE CAUGHT ME SO OFF-GUARD!!! 😭💀

[lovinglampcalzonepalace]

RWRB Incorrect Quotes

[talos-stims]

LOVESICK, CANNIBAL!!!

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[galecstatic]

firstprince so gay for each other they can't even sit straight

[protagaster]

I feel bad that Ruthlessness is taking so long to come about. College Finals and Group Projects do that to ya T_T

So, in the first of what I hope to be more mini-interludes posted between the main song-fics, here's a cute little interlude I made with nothing more than my coffee and pure vibes!

Made with inspiration from my partner in crime - @somereaderinblue

I Need Her to be Mine (EPIC! Swap AU)

Odysseus swoons over the Spartan princess that is unable to leave his mind…

~

Athena tried to be supportive, she really did, but right now all she wanted was to end herself. Nevermind the Gods can’t be killed, she’s the Goddess of Wisdom. She can find a way. 

The reason behind this sudden desire to walk her uncle’s realm: the honey-filled ramblings of her love-struck student. 

“She’s amazing, Athena! Unlike any girl I’ve ever seen!” 

Odysseus paced to and fro in lines across his guest-room, his sparkling eyes and dopey grin never once leaving his facial features. 

“Her bright smile, her intelligent eyes, the way her tongue pokes out when she’s deep in thought and how her nose scrunches up wherever a plan of hers works out…” 

Athena watched as Odysseus wrapped his arms around himself in a single person hug, flopping down on his bed with a light thud.

“The sound of her voice, the witty edge to her words, how her eyes light up and her hair bounces with every skip of her step…”

Odysseus suddenly threw himself up, now sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“Did you see the way she handled her spear!?” Odysseus sighed, recalling their interaction mere hours ago. “Patient, graceful, careful and considerate of the strategy she’d use against her opponent…” 

Athena raised an eyebrow, recalling the scene she watched from her owl form’s eyes.

Penelope, a name the Goddess now knew due to the sheer amount of times Odyseeus would utter it under his every breath, had challenged her pupil to a friendly duel. Whatever for, Athena had no clue. Perhaps the reason occurred when she was momentarily away from Odysseus’ side, taking notice of a peculiar boy by the name of Diomedes… 

Well, regardless of the reason, Odysseus had accepted Penelope’s challenge. 

Athena arrived in the middle of the duel, which took place in one of Sparta’s many individual training grounds, consisting only of the mortals and their Gods. 

That’s right. THIER Gods. 

Athena did not have to see him to know Ares was near, for a fellow war God’s aura is hard to hide. She could just feel her brother’s presence surrounding her, staining the Spartan palace in very specific zones. It did not to long for Athena to realize Ares’ aura was strongest wherever Penelope would roam. 

Sure enough, after a quick gaze through the girl using her divine sight, Athena saw Penelope was claimed with Ares’ touch. 

Though they were both Gods of War, Ares and Athena had a very different claim of ownership when it came to their students. 

As hers, Odysseus would appear to be surrounded by an elegant cluster of soft to the touch blue and white owl fathers; under his feet with every step, a layer of blue sand that twinkled like the stars in the inky night sky. The sand and feathers showcased the enrichment of the young warrior’s ever growing mind, encouraging him to take in the wisdom that would make him an effective warrior of the mind. 

Penelope, however, appeared very different when gazed at through divine eyes. As she belonged to Ares, the girl’s figure was closely guarded by sharp red and black vulutre feathers; under her feet was a layer of red sand, scorching and dusty akin to the fields of battle that took place many years ago in the exact ground where she now stood. The sand and feathers surrounding her illustrated the girl’s courage-filled drive, fueled by pure emotional passion and determination that made her an exemplary warrior of the heart. 

Just as Ares and Athena embodied the opposite sides of war, Penelope and Odysseus demonstrated the type of soldier one could be when entering the dance floor of battle.

It was fitting, Athena supposed. Odysseus was an emotionally-driven young boy who, despite his naturally genius intellect to those around him, needed someone like Athena to help him hone in on his mindfulness and cunning. 

Penelope, meanwhile, was a naturally patient and bright young girl who was always pondering, more conscious of her decisions than she needed to be. Much as Athena loathed to admit it, the girl needed someone like Ares to help her center on her emotions and be more assertive for her own sake. 

Still, Athena couldn’t help but think of it it as a pity. 

Penelope had an innate wisdom and natural sense of patience to her. Had she been taken under Athena’s wing, the Goddess could have molded her to be a truly competent warrior of the mind. 

Unfortunately, Ares had managed to dig his claws into the girl before Athena could have taken her. And so, instead of fully utilizing her cunning, Penelope tried to rely on a quick strikes and bouts of adrenaline to defeat Odysseus in their friendly match. 

However, just like every other instance where Ares tried to defeat Athena, his student was quickly made to yield by hers. Athena thought it to have concluded there, that her and Odysseus’ bout with Ares and Penelope to have been fulfilled in its entirety. 

But, Odysseus proved her otherwise when he continued to gush about Penelope even though it had been hours after their competition-

Oh, he was still gushing about her. 

“-I need her to be mine!” Odysseus yelled out to the world from his window. 

Athena only rolled her eyes at his declaration.

Still, even if she hasn’t a hand for all things romance-related, Athena couldn’t help but find herself wanting to support her pupil in his heartfelt endevor. He had suffered immensely through others telling him he wasn’t even in the young Spartan Princess’ league, ranging from his fellow suitors (a formality, as he had no desire to even entertain a marriage to Helen) to even Penelope’s own father. 

And, despite crying his love out to night sky outside, Athena knew Odysseus was still aching through the anxiety and insecurity of believing himself to be not good enough for Penelope.

…

Athena let out an internal sigh, a migraine already beginning to form. 

If she wanted to help Odysseus in his matters of the heart, if she wanted a more clear understanding of how Penelope felt about him in turn, she needed the help of her insufferable brother…

Athena needed to find a way to privately meet up with Ares…

[rockingtheorange]

Detail number: impossible to count

If you pay attention (sound on 🔊) at the beginning you can hear two types of steps. I've always thought it was Henry running out of his room but he's only doing a few light steps, it's Alex the one who's running in the hallway and only slowing down on the stairs.

Alex needed to hug his baby like his life depended on it (literally🥹)

Lovesick homosexuals ❤ They're so soft

(Disclaimer: during sound editing the environmental sounds might get changed, added or removed. Happens more often than we think that the sounds aren't the ones recorded, but I'd personally say it's really Taylor running here because you can very briefly see him arriving with move energy than just by walking🥺)

[witchyliterature]

(2.5) THE TIME HE STAYED IN; OLIVER AIKU

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2 OF “EASY” - M.LIST - 3 OF “EASY”

the morning glow seeped in through the peaks of the curtains, the soft breeze flowing in through the window aired out the smell of sweat and sex that coated the air thickly from last night.

soft snores escaped from your lips, harmonising with the chirps from the birds outside.

the sharp rings from his phone rung, he had woken before his alarm - per usual.

he groggily turned his phone alarm off, turning back to face your squished cute face against the pillow, a smile slowly grew on his face.

sadly, he needed to go to practice, at least, that was what his brain was telling him.

but it was like his heart and soul was stuck to the bed, his eyes glued onto your face and his fingers buzzed with excitement as he remembered that you were his, his to hold, touch, explore and have.

soon, you began to awaken yourself. you were used to waking up early due to your workouts being early in the morning.

you opened your eyes and rubbed them while your stretched, your eyes roaming around until they found him right next to you, just like he always would be.

“morning baby.” you smiled, your raspy morning voice sounding like a symphony to him.

“morning baby.” oliver repeated, smiling along with you as his arms started to pull you closer to his chest.

you giggled in response, letting him drag into his hold because that was where you felt safest, with his arms around you and his voice, balming and sweet and dipped in honey whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“need to get up soon, i’ve got practice.” oliver had told you, knowing you hated when he left.

“no you don’t.” you groaned into his chest, causing oliver to chuckle softly.

“sadly, i do.” oliver laughed.

“come on, stay in today. i’ll make your favourite, we can put on that horrible movie we started yesterday night and we can hang out together all day.” you persuaded, pulling yourself out of his hold momentarily to looking into his eyes.

his eyes were enchanting, two different colours that pulled you into a trip. you felt high on happiness and drunk on love, the cross fade allowing you to feel like you were in an eternal heaven.

“you always tell me to stay in.” oliver argued back.

“and you never listen!” you huffed childishly.

“because i need to be the best, you know how that lost to blue lock was for us.” he sighed.

you looked at him as his face dropped and his smile faltered slightly. that loss had truly impacted his confidence, which he had a lot of.

“honey, just because they beat you, doesn’t take away from your own abilities. anyone knows that you’re a great player, things happen and sometimes they suck. doesn’t mean that you’re suddenly the bottom of the barrel.” you spoke out softly, your hand found a place in his hair as you gently scratched his scalp - his eyes fluttered and he started humming, he loved when you did that.

“you’re right.” he muttered. you had always said that he was an amazing player, he wanted to believe you so bad but everytime he remembers how they lost to a team of 16 to 18 year olds, it starts to feel embarrassed he even assumed he was even a average player.

however, you were always there to care for him. to brush his hair back, look into his eyes and tell him that you were his number one fan, that he was still one of the best and things happen.

oliver sometimes thought he must be annoying you with his insecure rants, he hated girls who would do that to him. but you never argued back, never got angry and never invalidated his feelings.

it’s felt so nice to be loved, too nice.

how was he supposed to let you go?

“maybe i’ll stay in today.” oliver sighed as your head scratches started to form into a head massage.

you cheered in response, pulling his face in and peppering his face with kisses. squealing ‘thank you’s in between, making his smile widen.

but his smile quickly faltered as he remembered, no matter how good the fantasy was, no matter how loved he felt, he had to let you go.

and it scared him how that thought had made him feel sick.

[ask-lovesick-au]

STATUS UPDATE

hello, mod here!

first off, i'd like to apologize for my ..absence.

i greatly overworked myself with this project and lost all interest surrounding it because of that. and if you follow my main- you know that i'm very bad with staying committed to bigger things like this. all of this stuff smushed together to make a rather unpleasant experience for me while running this. regardless, i probably shouldn't have left y'all in the dark, so i'm sorry

second, the story

this was a very... poorly put together story with many plot holes and cracks throughout. long story short, i dont like how i wrote the "scenes" and the characters, they were frankly dry and confusing.

the story didn't actually have a pre written direction on how it was supposed to go, it was all freestyled and resulted in a jumbled mess

(note: earth's storyline. i knew what i wanted to do with it but i never led into it, everything with her just ended up vague and gatekeepy)

third, the future of the blog

ive been planning for the past few months to restart ALL of this. redo everything and take more time sewing it together. some planned changes inculde;

-minor character design changes

-new infected designs

-character personalities and behaviors

-dialog

-clearer layout of the plex

-PLANNED arcs

there may be a whole new blog to take the place of this one. we're talking full restart. all new art too! maybe even *gasp* animatics!

so this might take a while, we just hope you'll stick along for the ride :)

[simplydnp]

nOOO phil we love your blue eyes!! who out here is being a hater i will Fight you

[miss0atae]

Prepare to be sick of me on Sunday from now on because I'm interested by so many series.

[kronosveritas]

Hello chat I’ve finally returned (with more Lavernius Tucker for all of your Lavernius Tucker needs)

I need to color this but I also suck at adding color to sketches so we will see 💀🩵 I adore him though.

The boy. >:)

[dreamalongwithamy]

They’re all I have. THEY’RE ALL I HAVE!! the only thing keeping me tethered to this mortal plane of existence.

[kittyisaddicted]

Not Alex pretending not to know if Henry is his forever, but then running around and telling everybody that they have been together since their first kiss (even though Henry ghosted him for three.fucking.months!).

I mean, telling the whole NATION they have been a thing since New Year's! (I can't for the live of me find a gif with the line, but take this post instead)

"Henry and I have been together since the beginning of this year."

So this is the face of a man who met his fate.

“How long have you been thinking about this?” “Consciously? Since, like, the DNC. Subconsciously, in total denial? A long-ass time. At least since you kissed me.” (p.282)

My fucking heart.