#not your only friend au

[veloursdor]

obikin au based on this quote from Star Wars Jedi Quest: The Way of the Apprentice

"He was happy for Anakin's skill and growing command of the Force. But he wished a simple thing for Anakin. It was something he could not give his Padawan. it was not a gift he could hand over, like a well-loved river stone. He wished for a friend."

Obi-Wan wants nothing more than for Anakin to have a friend at the Jedi Temple. Not because he minds being the only person Anakin has to share a laugh, or confide, but because he knows how important it is to have friends while one is growing up at the Jedi Temple.

He likes being his Padawan's friends, showcasing that their relationship is not that of a traditional 'Master-Padawan', since they're different from everyone else. But he still feels as if Anakin needs friends beyond himself.

Meanwhile, Anakin wants Obi-Wan's love and attention more than anything in the world. He wants to be Obi-Wan's everything as Obi-Wan is everything to him. However, he had his heart broken when he caught sight of Obi-Wan having multiple one night stands, some of them jedi knight or masters they know.

Anakin then gets into his head that, if he wants Obi-Wan's love, he has to prove to the older man that he too can be unemotional and free of attachments, not needing emotional affection to connect (he's lying to himself).

He tries to sleep around, but finds himself unable to and meets another padawan, who helps him figure out why he can't. He forms a friendship with this padawan, who takes away the sting of Obi-Wan's unwilligness to deeply connect with Anakin.

Obi-Wan then leaves for a month on a standard mission while Anakin gets left behind and when Obi-Wan returns he expects his padawan to greet him like usual, but Anakin is nowhere to be found.

Obi-Wan then learns that Anakin has a friend at the temple, something he had always hoped it would happen! But then... why is he feeling so... weird about Anakin having a friend?

Queue jealous Obi-Wan because a padawan is stealing his Anakin's attention away from him and Obi-Wan needs it for... teaching purposes, nothing more.

Not because he misses Anakin's presence by his side. Of course not.

[akanemnon]

Yeah, Kris is definitely NOT alright.

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[saint-hymn]

You're not coming back from shit! Thrashing around in that high-conductivity state of yours, bumping into things and acting like a clown. Who are you kidding?

[toringo]

Tw: se//ual coercion, unwanted (trans) pregnancy, mild homophobic language So... my awful little trans Curly au I made with @aldosesweets Bonus:

[cubbihue]

When you said that the unluckiest person is most hopeful, it reminded me of Nagito Komaeda. If the universe were combined, do you think he would fair well having Anti Cosmo as his anti fairy?

Funnily enough, I feel like it would be Hajime who would have an anti-fairy companion. I mean, he’s surrounded by extremely skilled people! That would attract bad luck in some way for him. Nagito wouldn’t be good food for anti-fairies. Or Fairies. Or Pixies.

...Honestly, Fairies aren’t quite sure what food he produces. It’s like a weird amalgamation of luck, desire, greed, and all sorts of emotions they can’t disentangle. Like a crockpot gone horribly horribly wrong. Eating any bit of that would make any fairy sick.

Eugh. The hell is wrong with that one.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[vaguely-concerned]

I adore it whenever rook rests their hands on their hips like a handyman or mechanic about to deliver some bad news as to how much the repairs are going to come in at. the hero equivalent of a plumber. they're out there saving the world with the gently beleaguered air of an overworked janitor and I quite simply love that for them

[cameforstuff]

Hate Mail

Stan had gotten used to reading and replying to piles of mail in a day, slowed by carefully deciphering the messy crayon so he could give the best response. It would usually take him several minutes to think of the perfect doodle to slip in with it. Sometimes he would scrap it several times before he was happy with the result.

His last letter was from a little girl from California asking if it could rain soda she poured it into the ocean. He’d written a polite answer explaining that it would be bad for the sea animals, and a simple experiment she could do with evaporation instead. After a bit of thought he drew Dr. Pine sitting a a table chatting with a sea turtle in purple crayon at the bottom. He was almost glad he had not improved his drawing skills since he was twelve. 

The next letter shocked him a bit. He almost set it aside when he saw it, thinking a bill had been slipped with the fan letters. Yet there on the front, in almost obnoxious cursive, was the typical address to Dr. Pine. There was no return address.

Another odd thing about the letter was just how carefully it had been put together. The wording straight and the envelope closed seemingly perfectly. Yet the bottom corner was scrunched like the writer had been holding it like their life depended on it. Stan opened the letter, to his surprise there was two. 

The first was like any letter from a kid, slightly messy handwriting gushing about their favorite part of the last episode. The ‘Tate Mcgucket’ seemed to really enjoy them discussing the lake’s food web and listed a few of his favorite fish. 

The second letter however was not as kind. It listed 12 inaccuracies in the episode. Each going in lengthy detail. He could only skim it as the text shrunk to save room. The explanations were familiar in a way. Kind of like how he tried to explain things, but laced with passive aggressive remarks. Hate mail was a thing he had gotten from angsty teenagers and upset parents on occasion, but this letter felt different. It was addressed by a ‘Mr. Mystery PhD, A real one unlike yours.’ He stared at the letter for several minutes unsure of what to do with it. 

He moved back to the first letter, replying to it like any other. Drawing a Dr. Pine riding a large bass. He quickly popped open a book for references, this kid seemed like the type to appreciate the effort. Then he looked back at the other letter. A bit of annoyance now when he remembered the letter had no return address. He pinned both to a the corkboard above his desk and moved on to replying to other letters.

He decided he was going to get his reply to Tate, not only because he was determined to reply to every letter, but also to spite this ‘Mr Mystery.’ He may be right that Stan is not a real doctor, but he was a man to stubborn for his own good

______

And thus a saga of mail exchanges begins. Where? Uh I lost it in shipping, you know how mail goes.

Forgot to link the post that this is based on.

[keferon]

May I ask what were the best transformers media you ever saw/read?

Well Transformers Prime, Transformers 1986 and IDW comics are having the first place that’s for sure

And then the second place is kind of shared by Fall of Cybertron, Exodus, Prime wars trilogy, Robots in disguise(2001) and Transformers One.

The third place goes to G1, Animated, Earthspark, Armada, War for Cybertron Netflix series, Aligned Robots in disguise, Bumblebee, Rise of the Beasts and Cyberverse because I only liked some little parts of them.

And then I also saw some of the Bay movies, Victory and Headmasters and didn’t like them at all.

Separate first place for J-Decker. It is not exactly Transformers but it is a show about giant robots and I loved it

[veloursdor]

snipet of this obikin au based on this quote from Star Wars Jedi Quest: The Way of the Apprentice

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Obi-Wan was tired from the transport, his bones aching and tired after so long away from the comfort of his rooms. It had been a tiresome mission, one standard month away from the Temple and the responsibilities he had from being responsible for a padawan.

Obi-Wan almost let out a groan at the thought of the exuberance his padawan would display the moment he crossed the door. Anakin had the uncanny ability to detect whenever Obi-Wan was back from a mission, accosting his Master as soon as he crossed the door, demanding answers to his different questions as he pouted once more at being left behind.

He suppressed the smile that he could feel growing on his lips at the countless memories he had of his padawan eagerly greeting him at their quarters, for no matter how much he pretended to complain, he was secretly delighted that Anakin still craved his presence, missed his company, despite his age. Anakin was no longer the nine year old boy that had arrived from Tatooine with a chip on his shoulder, but a padawan close to his twenties, almost ready for knighthood.

However, a distance had been growing between them for the last couple of months, with Anakin remaining distant through their interactions. Long gone was the padawan who ignored propriety and wanted to meld himself with his Master, instead replaced by a young man aloof when greeting his Master, politely listening but rarely engaging.

He hoped that, by taking the mission that would keep them apart for a month, Anakin would miss him enough to return to the caring young man he had been just six months ago. Yet, as he crossed the door of their quarters, he was unsurprised to see that they were empty, with Anakin nowhere in sight. He couldn't feel his padawan through the bond they shared, and a feeling of worry began growing inside of him.

Anakin could be as distant and emotionless as he wanted, but he had never failed to be in their quarters when Obi-Wan came back from a mission, not even when he was mad at his Master. Something had had to happen if Anakin wasn’t in there.

Forcing himself to remain calm, Obi-Wan made his way around the Temple, greeting Masters and younglings alike as he passed them by, his mind focused on finding his apprentice. Much to his delight, his padawan wasn’t at the Halls of Healing, nor was he in the Council Chambers. Finally, after an hour of searching, he felt his padawan’s presence inside The Room of a Thousand Fountains, and Obi-Wan felt as if he could finally breathe.

His padawan was safe and sound inside their home.

Slowly approaching the place where he could feel the presence of his young apprentice, Obi-Wan was delighted to see Anakin with his eyes closed, meditating softly and peacefully. His heart swelled with pride and joy at the image of Anakin finding inner peace through meditation, something they had struggled for so long.

About to approach his padawan, slightly remorseful to break such a peaceful picture, he stopped in his tracks at the sight of a young man resting his head on Anakin's lap, his eyes closed as if in deep concentration. The young man had his eyes closed - the red of his hair contrasting with the paleness of his face - as he was softly breathing at the same time as the rise and fall of Anakin's chest.

Obi-Wan was surprised to see Anakin willingly letting another padawan so close to his person, as his encounters with Ferus had proven... everything but amicable. Obi-Wan had been hoping for the day when Anakin would make a friend, so he was surprised at the hollow feeling in his chest at the sight.

Shaking himself from his own foolishness, Obi-Wan approached his padawan, regretful to break his peace.

"Anakin," he said softly, "Young one.”

But Anakin remained meditating, much to Obi-Wan’s surprise and disappointment. In the past, Anakin had loved to be interrupted mid meditation, always claiming to prefer Obi-Wan’s company to that of his own mind.

“Why would I want to spend time with myself, when I can spend it with you instead, Master?”

“Anakin, dear one. I'm back."

"Master," Anakin said after a pause, not opening his eyes from his meditation. "I'm glad to hear that."

"Would you like to go to Dex? I’ve been wanting to tell you about..."

"I'm sorry, Master," Anakin interrupted as he opened his eyes and looked at Obi-Wan with regret written in them, sounding truly apologetic as he spoke, "but Rowan and I already have plans."

"We're going to have dinner at my quarters while we watch a holovid," the youngling in Anakin's lap said, his eyes still closed, a smile on his face. "We're going to eat so much food our stomachs will hurt but no more than our hearts, because everyone knows there’s nothing like ‘Rather Me Than You’ for a good cry!"

Anakin laughed softly at the youngling's comments, making Obi-Wan's heart twist unpleasantly inside his chest. He smiled through the uncomfortable feeling inside of him, wanting to appear as if nothing was amiss with him.

"You could do that at our quarters, dear one," Obi-Wan offered calmly, eager for them to accept but not wanting to show how much he had missed Anakin in their month apart.

"I'm sorry, Master," Anakin said, a hand on the back of his neck, "but Rowan..."

"My Master just left on a mission," the youngling said, opening up his green eyes to look at Obi-Wan with a smirk on his face. "And you were a padawan once, Master Kenobi. Sometimes... we need time away from our Masters."

"Rowan!" Anakin exclaimed, his face red as a red and hot feeling began rising inside of Obi-Wan, threatening to consume him, at the implications of the padawan’s words.

But Anakin would never…

"I understand," he said through a forced smile, bowing to avoid looking at the young man's smirk. "I'll see you in our quarters when you're done with your... friend, Anakin."

"We'll go to Dex tomorrow, Master," Anakin said, his eyes looking at Obi-Wan with a feeling he couldn't understand.

"Of course," he said before turning around and leaving the room, ignoring the echoes of their laughter.

Anakin had a friend at the Temple, at long last. Someone else to spend his time with besides Obi-Wan. Now, Obi-Wan would be able to hang out with his own friends, to sleep around without having to sneak out of his room as if ashamed of who he was.

Anakin had a friend, something Obi-Wan had wanted for so long.

And yet his heart felt like he was leaving half of itself behind.

Everything was FINE.

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

I was wondering, does Fiddleford still have a wife in your Halloween au? And if yes, does she know about him being a vampire?

I've been sitting on this ask for a bit, but I think I should finally answer.

In my AU, Fidds is actually pretty old-- not like ancient or anything, but surely a few centuries?

Anyway, so way back, when he was human, he did have a wife and a kid!! But when he got bit and became a vampire, he actually outlived them :(

He tries to think about them often, but it's definitely one of the things he chooses to erase when he creates the memory gun

[rin-sith]

This came to me earlier, and now I am utterly obsessed: While it was clear to me that Odysseus stabbing Poseidon wasn't any kind of Vengeance, there was one act of Vengeance after all, even if inadvertent—it was Odysseus disproving Poseidon's "Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves" belief right in front of his very eyes. With him as the subject, even.

Think about it—the fact that Poseidon remained ruthless and insisted on punishing Odysseus was the only reason he got stabbed repeatedly. If Poseidon had been merciful, if he had accepted Odysseus' offer of forgiveness, he would've been fine. His own ruthlessness backfired so hard on him this time that I am sincerely hoping it haunts him forever.

I am actually utterly obsessed with Poseidon thinking back to Odysseus "Maybe you could learn to forgive?" on a daily, no an hourly basis. I cannot and will not lie to you that is unironically my favorite moment in the whole Vengeance saga just because of what it says about both the characters—about Odysseus for offering and Poseidon for declining (and also because Odysseus sings it in Poseidon's own motif which is just absolutely brilliant.) And this makes me love it even more.

Poseidon was going to decline, we all know that. I don't think anyone watching—even Odysseus, probably—expected him to accept. But then I'm picturing him lying there, bleeding into the stone, and, against his will, wondering whether maybe he should have. Maybe if he had, he wouldn't be in pain. Maybe if he had not killed Odysseus' fleet ten years ago, he wouldn't be in pain either. Maybe this one time ruthlessness wasn't mercy upon himself—maybe this time, his one grand belief was wrong. Maybe ... it was always wrong.

Obviously, he would never admit to these thoughts, he would slap himself for having them one second later. But I simply need this self-proclaimed god of ruthlessness to be utterly haunted by that and question whether he made the right choice or no—whether he's even lived by the correct philosophy all his immortal life—and no matter what, be too stubborn to admit he was wrong.

He's trying to pretend like nothing changed, but the thoughts still remain. They pester him. They won't leave him alone. Especially every time someone—anyone—is kind to him for whatever reason, they come crashing back into him and they won't leave.

"What if my own ruthlessness hurt me that time?"

"What if ruthlessness isn't mercy upon ourselves after all?"

"What if I'm wrong?"

"What if I have always been wrong?"

The most dreadful thoughts imaginable to a god as proud and stubborn and old as Poseidon, but they're there now and he can't do anything about them. You all don't understand how much I NEED this god to jolt up in his bed at 3 am after having a dream or nightmare about something related to one of his many ruthless deeds (maybe even sinking Odysseus' fleet) and go "BUT WHAT IF I HAD LEARNED TO FORGIVE?? WHAT IF I STILL COULD??" only to immediately slap himself for it because that's absolutely ridiculous.

He is left to watch this belief shatter before his very eyes as he's clinging to the remains of it desperately, trying to keep it all from crumbling. Not because he genuinely believes he's right anymore, but because he simply cannot imagine ... does not know how to live by any other philosophy.

No matter whether it's objectively correct or not, it's the very thing that defines him. The thing he's known for. He has built his entire image around this, he cannot give it up no matter what ... at least not quickly or without help.

But as much he would seek to deny it, his core belief has now been proven wrong; he has actually lived through an instance where it was wrong, and he can do nothing to erase those memories or conclusions from his mind no matter how much he yearns to go back to simpler times.

And that was the real Vengeance, guys—possibly the biggest, most painful existential crisis of Poseidon's immortal life. I rest my case.

Although before I disappear back into the void I simply must give a shout out to @o3o-lapd-o3o (this came to me during a conversation in one of their comment sections for the glorious Friends In Higher Places AU, which is quite possibly my favorite piece of EPIC fan content that exists ...)

[junespriince]

Little Chickadee meet little Sparkle au

8yo Dick, picks up 3yo Wally: so this baby kid flash?

Barry: yeah, this is apparently him at three years old according to Iris.

Dick, looks at the tiny boy in his arms: and his dad hated him!? Adults are useless.

Bruce, sighed: can't wait for Constantine and zatanna to fix this... Alfred where's the leash? *Leaves*

Dick, gives Barry, Wally back: I will make sure nobody hurts him again.

Barry: aw, that's so sweet of you.

A few hours later

Bruce: I told you to watch him, how could you let him get away!?

Barry: he said he went to the bathroom, how was i supposed to know he would leave, the time I knew him he listened in Central!

Wally, fussy because people are yelling:

Bruce: where could he have gone to, all his usual hits are protected.

Barry: ... Oh my god, OH MY GOD HE'S AFTER RUDY!

Bruce: Rudy?

Barry, grabbing his things: Wally's shitty bio dad, he read Canary's file on Wally and asked me questions.

Bruce: AND YOU GAVE THEM TO HIM, FREELY!?

Barry: I'm sorry I forgot he was blood thirsty as a child, okay!

Jason, holding a now crying Wally: hush it dipshits, and he's like eight how far on foot could he have gone.

Tim: he knows about the zeta tubes.

Jason: oooo, yeah that mother fucker dead dead.

Cass: I also saw him grabbed Barry's phone and called up Iris.

Barry: SHIT MY WIFE GONNA GO TO PRISON! I GOTTA GO!

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

okay here's part 6! this literally was not meant to be as long as it is, but i got carried away while doing some archery research... and here we are.

hope you guys enjoy! part 7 will be uploaded tomorrow!

(p.s if you're an archer/know archery and i get stuff wrong please don't yell at me, google can only give me so much info hdshdshdh)

the post/thread that started this whole au

dinner scene: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 7 | part 8

there's a masterlist now!

*athena had left not long after midday, but not before saying she’d see them all later at dinner*

*telemachus, odysseus & penelope are all together in the palace gardens*

*penelope is sitting on a bench, with odysseus also laying on it & his head in her lap as they watch telemachus practice using a bow and arrow* 

telemachus: *trying to aim for the centre of the target in front of him*

telemachus: *struggling but wants to show his parents what his training with athena is doing for him*

telemachus: *lets the bowstring go*

*the arrow flies through the air, but misses the centre of the target completely and hits the edge of the target*

telemachus: *drops the arm holding his bow to his side and sighs in disappointment*

penelope: *looks at her son and then looks down at odysseus*

odysseus: *looks up from his son to meet penelope’s eyes*

*both seem to have a conversation through their eyes*

odysseus: *smiles and nods at penelope*

odysseus: *gets up from penelope’s lap and walks over to telemachus*

penelope: *smiles while watching odysseus head over to their son*

odysseus: don’t be disappointed son, go ahead and nock another arrow

telemachus: *does as his father says*

odysseus: now draw and anchor, as you normally would

telemachus: *again does what odysseus asks*

odysseus: *looks at his son’s pose* ah i see some of the problem

odysseus: *gently takes hold of telemachus’ drawn back elbow* 

odysseus: ok your elbow needs to be a bit higher, and just straighten your back a little…

telemachus: *follows odysseus’ instructions*

odysseus: *stepping back so he���s not in the way* that's perfect! now breathe in as you would, but not to the point it hurts! 

odysseus: and then as you go to let the string go breathe out but not all the way, about only half way

telemachus: *breathes in as he aims for the centre of the target again*

telemachus: *steadily breathes out and releases the string*

*the arrow flies through the air again… and hits just slightly off the centre of of the target*

telemachus: *looks at the target in disbelief but in also joy*

odysseus: *cheers in happiness for his son* you did it!

penelope: *clapping and calling out to her son* well done telemachus! 

telemachus: *drops his bow and turns to his father*

telemachus: *gives odysseus a hug* thank you father!

odysseus: *hugging his son back* no need to thank me, i’m happy to be able to help teach you!

telemachus: *lets odysseus go while smiling*

odysseus: *looks down at telemachus’ bow then picks up it up and grabs an arrow*

odysseus: *nocks it with ease and shoots it in the blink of an eye*

*the arrow hits the dead centre of the target* 

odysseus: *turns and hands the bow back to telemachus*

odysseus: now, how about you keep practising? once you have this completely down i’ll teach you other things you can do with a bow

odysseus: *hand under his chin in thought* i’ll have to get an archer’s ring commissioned for you

telemachus: *stares at his father in shock at how easy he made that look* i didn't know you knew so much about archery- i mean…

telemachus: *thinks back to when odysseus shot an arrow through 12 axe heads*

penelope: *giggles to herself as she realises even their son doesn’t know about his father’s mastery & skill with a bow*

odysseus: *looks over at penelope, and then he understands just why she's giggling*

odysseus: *now looks at telemachus with an amused expression*

telemachus: *sees his father’s expression*

telemachus: *holds his hands (with the bow still in one of them) up hoping he hasn’t offended his father*

telemachus: not saying you didn’t know how to use one! 

telemachus: i thought you just knew the basics and that ‘trick’ you did to prove yourself, was originally just to impress mother?

telemachus: *puts his arms down and then looks down towards his father’s hands* besides, that ring you wear on your thumb is just a normal one like the other’s you wear isn’t it? 

telemachus: it certainly doesn’t look like any archer ring i've seen before at the markets…

odysseus: *laughs to himself and holds up his hand* oh this? you’re right it doesn’t look like an archer ring.

odysseus: *rubs his thumb along his index finger* that's because it isn’t a normal one

telemachus: *looks again at his father’s ring to see it now has a point to it like any standard archer ring*

telemachus: *looks up at odysseus’ face, then back down to his hand and then back up to his face again* 

telemachus: but- you- it- hOW?

odysseus: *rubs his thumb against his index finger again and the ring is back to looking like any standard ring* 

odysseus: *looks from telemachus to penelope* ask your mother, it was a gift from her

telemachus: *immediately swivels to face her*

penelope: well, as you’ve now found out…your father isn't one to let people know he’s a skilled archer, so i ‘commissioned’ an archer ring to be made for him that could hide as a normal ring when not needed. 

telemachus: wow! the jeweller who made this certainly is skilled then

penelope: *thinks back to asking athena if she could try to get hephaestus to make one*

penelope: yeah skilled indeed 

telemachus: *turns back to odysseus* so why didn’t you want people to know? about your skills as an archer i mean.

odysseus: sometimes it's best to not reveal all your strengths

odysseus: *grins while shrugging* keeping people guessing is also fun

odysseus: *walks to telemachus and ruffles his hair* anyway, back to practising! i’m going to head back over to your mother, but call me if you want me to assist with anything ok?

telemachus: ok!

*time passes as telemachus keeps on practising, odysseus is back to laying in penelope’s lap while she caresses his hair*

*odysseus wants to keep watching his son but is struggling to not fall asleep from penelope's motions*

*telemachus notices so decides to discuss some final dinner plans with his mother*

telemachus: so the cooks have everything they need for tonight, right? are you sure you don’t need me to quickly run down to the market for anything? 

penelope: *smiles reassuringly at telemachus* they do, and if on the off chance they don’t i'm sure one of them will go to the market themselves. no need to worry yourself my son.

telemachus: *nods while getting another arrow ready* 

telemachus: *starts pulling the string back when he has another thought*

telemachus: oh what about the seating plan? i should probably tell fathe-

penelope: *who knows about athena’s seating plan, and also knows that odysseus doesn’t (hey she wants to have some fun too ok?)*

penelope: *forgetting about her husband peacefully half-asleep in her lap*

penelope: *jumping up from the bench* NO-

telemachus: *not expecting his mother’s outburst*

telemachus: *lets the string go accidentally and also having lost his aim*

odysseus: *falls off penelope’s lap and the bench with a startled yelp*

*meanwhile the loose arrow now wizzes straight past the target, through the garden trees and over the palace cliffs, heading into what looks to be its final destination of…. the sea*

telemachus: *turns to face his parents* mother, are you ok? why did you yell no?

penelope: oh um… i’m sorry for shouting telemachus 

penelope: what i meant to say was, there's no need to spoil anything. we’ll keep it as a surprise!

telemachus: uh ok…

odysseus: *face down on the ground and groaning from the sudden series of events*

odysseus: *pushes himself up and looks at his wife*

odysseus: penelope why?

penelope: *laughs a little at odysseus’ rumpled state* 

penelope: *helps him up* 

penelope: i’m sorry my love *kisses him on the cheek*

odysseus: *smiles at the kiss and then brushes his clothing free of dust*

odysseus: what were you two talking about anyway?

telemachus: uhh-

penelope: -the final bits for dinner! speaking of which, we should all go and start getting ready!

penelope: *points at the sun starting to set* helios is not long from being done for the day, and i'm sure when selene takes to the skies, our dinner guests won't be long!

penelope: *starts to head inside* come along you two!

telemachus: *to odysseus* what about the archery equipment?

odysseus: *shrugs* we’ll deal with it later

*telemachus & odysseus follow penelope back into the palace*

[velichorus-k]

Click for better quality <3

Based on The Light of the World by William Holman Hunt; Absolutely adore all the designs of the brotherhood AU by @0ketlyn-s @tea0w0stache and @elijah-doodle :)

[ohitslen]

Why does your neighbor never blink dude??

Almost forgot to post these here, but hey I remembered right?:)

[basilpaste]

(cw: manipulation)

was talkin to some pals about isassassin and how the king would go about asking isa to... be an assassin? blacked out and came out the other end with this! enjoy!!!

[King looks at you through his wall of darkless hair, a stern and resolute expression on his face.]

[It's… almost weird to see him looking so solid, really. The sorrow that tends to plague him is absent.]

"You… wanted to tell me something?"

"Yes. If you are willing to listen."

[You smile. Ah… there it is. He's not sure of himself, is he? Well! You can be sure enough for the both of you.]

"Of course! Anything."

[He closes his eyes. For a moment, you're sure you see him smiling back at you.]

"Good. Isabeau, you are the only other person in this world who knows the depths of my plan. What my wish truly is."

[You nod.]

"And you trust me."

[You nod again.] "Yeah. More than… basically anyone? You know that."

"I do. But it is why I do not ask this lightly. Isabeau… if there are people who desire to keep me from seeing my goal through, can I trust you to stop them?"

[You don't nod.]

["Stop them?"]

"I'll… keep them from reaching you, of course." [You say carefully, not wanting to upset him. He seems to be in a good mood, despite the tension.] "Actually Defend, y'know?"

"Yes."

[Yes… but.]

"However."

[Ah. Not quite!]

"…What if their intention was to kill me, Isabeau?"

[Dread pools in your stomach at the thought.]

"I'd stop them before they had the chance."

"Stop them… how?"

[You open your mouth to speak.]

[But can't find an answer.]

[King waits for you to answer him. He's patient like that.]

[You're grateful. That he's so willing to give you time to think.]

[Especially since time is going to be a luxury soon.]

[You're lucky to have him looking out for you.]

[You should... answer his question. You don't want to make him worry or anything!]

"K-keep them from reaching you." [You stutter.] "Restrain them, lock them up. Somewhere they can't get to you."

[He bows his head. It makes the dread in your gut freeze like ice.]

[Did you make him mad? Did you say something wrong?]

[He's too sensitive of a guy to tell you that, really, but you can tell! You did something wrong, you must have!]

[You were trying to make sure you didn't bother him, but you did it anyways!]

[But you can fix it! No prob-]

"They seek to kill me." [King's voice breaks you from your thoughts.]

"Isabeau… could you bear to do the same?"

[ Is he. . .]

[You've trusted him so far.]

[You believe in his wish.]

[You want to help him.]

[ Enough to kill for him?]

[Could you do that?]

[Kill another person?]

[On purpose?]

[This is what's been bothering him, right?]

[If… if you say yes…]

[That'll fix things…]

[Right?]

"…Of course."

[He lifts his head and meets your gaze.]

[You don't let yourself look away.]

"Good." [He says, voice overflowing with relief.] "Thank you, Isabeau. My dearest companion."

[The ice in your gut threatens to tear you open.]

[You smile and nod.]