#no death :) you’re welcome.

[mumblesplash]

in honor of last season’s poem being called “”end poem”” (all quotes mandatory) this season i made one out of pieces of the actual end poem

[little-cereal-draws]

Ok but if Polites lived until Mutiny, it would've been so much more tragic.

He would've been defending Odysseus' decisions out of loyalty to his friend but also 100% understanding Eurylochus' very valid concern of starving to death. He would try to stay as neutral as possible and talk both of his friends down but would ultimately be unable to stop their sword fight. They are way past listening to his reasoning.

As a last-ditch effort, he throws himself in between them.

Right into Eurylochus' sword.

Odysseus and Eurylochus freeze as Polites clutches his stomach.

It was a strong thrust, intended to kill, and cut right through Polites' worn-down armor. As he falls back, both of his friends rush to his side in terror and guilt. His voice is wet and warbled by the blood seeping between his lips as he tells them they need to be kind. They used to all be brothers. What happened? How did such a big rift grow between them? Please, please swear to him to stop fighting.

They both swear and Polites' eyes glass over, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

There's a moment of silence broken only by the rumble of thunder.

Odysseus fails at choking back a sob.

He looks up at Eurylocus, tears and rage in his eyes. "You did this," he whispers.

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Kaz: Why wait for the tables to turn when I can hit you with one of the chairs

Wylan: Kaz, its just Uno

Jesper: Stay out of this, Wylan

Wylan: Saints 🙄

[solsays]

such an important flower…

[soupbtch]

in a work meeting rn and keep getting distracted by totally normal thoughts (ed teach getting his neck kissed)

[revolvingfanatic]

My fic like:

Chapter 8 is up! Chapter title “Lamentation de Deux” (fic is “I Do Not Fear Death”)

Chap summary:

Death snarled, heatedly drawing his trusty twin sickles, and, with a fierce swipe of shining steel crescents cutting through the cold night air, hell-hot flames shot out like a blast wave in a deadly arc, slicing clean through all the trees encircling the clearing as easily as a hot knife through butter. The trunks all fell as one and instantly ignited, pink flames engulfing them along with the stumps left behind.

He then let out a primal and guttural roar, flames shooting high into the air and spreading to still-standing trees as his anger spiked, soon raging like a wildfire and making his fur glow with their unnatural pink hue as he began to see red.

[follivora]

if i can get at least one, ONE, person following me into being obsessed with fontaines dc i will feel like my life has a purpose

[sunnibits]

traced over a still from cider with rosie. made it into izzy. please appreciate it. *throws the image file at your head*

[tomcat-tapes]

Take me back

To the night we met

More angst, won’t stop, can’t stop

(Psssssst follow my TikTok it has more stuffs to look at @ Tomcat.tapes)

[captainclickycat]

I learned a new sort of editing just so I could do this. [x]

[sluterastede]

true friendship is when you leave for work early to drag your ass to times square and take photos of the ofmd billboard for @girlbossblackbeard

[girlfailurefelix]

hi fazgang you’ll never guess what i’m doing as we speak

[harryslovelylaurels]

yeahhhhh 💋🌿

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Thinking about a healer Warden who has dedicated their life to the healing arts. Who drinks the Joining and their connection to the veil, their understanding of the body, the Spirits who murmur around them, it all helps them feel it.

Feel the sick, dark and sticky mass in their gut. Feel the sweet syrupy muck in their throat as they choke. Feel their bones ache and scream as the darkness touches them.

A Spirit Healer Warden feeling the taint inside of them and knowing what it means. Who feels the magic inside of them trying to to burn the infection out like it does for any illness.

Spirit Healer Wardens needing to take a few days to be able to rest. To convince their magic it is no infection they can fight.

(Amell or Surana don’t get the chance to rest)

[non4ry]

girls when they’re infected with the bugs 💔

[queefy-5-layer-burrito]

Speedballs are OFMD canon and it’s a combination of chamomile tea and rhino’s horn.