#wisdom sage

[ardenzia777]

Pain in Paradise GOD LOVE IN PARADISE IS SUCH A GOOD SONG OMG Like holy heck, the moment i heard it, I HAD to draw!!! LIKE HAD TO THE PAIN, THE ANGUISH, THE DEPTH AHHHHHHHHHHH

[cam-stopped-eating-candles]

Calypso’s so baby girl but you didn’t hear it from me

[sciencegothic]

you’re haunting my reflection, father.

[anonymousewrites]

Lavender for Royalty; Sage for Wisdom (Book 1) Prologue

Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Prologue: White Rose for New Beginnings

Summary: (Y/N) joins the Host Club.

Mouse Note: Welcome to Lavender for Royalty; Sage for Wisdom! I'm so excited to share my Kyoya Ootori x Reader. I have loved OHSHC for so long, it's one of the first anime I watched, and I decided to finally write for it. I will be following more of the manga and picking and choosing chapters, so the anime stuff is mostly there, but there are some chapters towards the end of this book that aren't from the anime at all (same for the second book when it comes).  Please feel free to comment (please, writers love it <3)) since it motivates me! And please, please, please enjoy! Updates will be Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays

            “So the Hitachiin twins are in,” said Tamaki happily.

            “They didn’t say yes,” reminded Kyoya.

            “Yeah, but they can tell they’ll have fun, and that’s what they want,” said Tamaki, shrugging. “They’re joining the host club.”

            “With them, then, it makes six,” said Kyoya, checking his notes. “That seems to be enough.”

            “No, there’s still something missing,” said Tamaki, considering. “We’ve got the Prince Charming Type, the Cool Type, the Cute Type, the Strong and Silent Type, and the Little Devil Types, but we need something else to balance it all out…”

            Kyoya sighed. He knew Tamaki wouldn’t let up until he had what he wanted, and if he thought something was missing, something was. “Who are you considering?”

            “I’ve heard girls talking a lot of the scholarship student in our year,” said Tamaki.

            Kyoya flipped through his black notebook. “(Y/N) (L/N). Excellent grades, comes from a modest family, here on scholarship…Nothing special.”

            “But that’s just it!” said Tamaki excitedly. “They’re not out there, you know? I hear all the girls talking about them because they seem so down-to-earth. That and they can’t figure out (Y/N)’s gender, even though they wear the male uniform, so the mystery is exciting since they’re attractive, but the main reason is that people think they’re genuinely nice. They don’t put on airs. I think we need someone like that.”

            “Outreach for multiple genders?” said Kyoya.

            “Not that, though girls and boys seem to like them.” Tamaki paused before continuing. “But I think the girls like (Y/N) because they seem so normal, comfortable—” He snapped his fingers “—the Amiable Type! Everyone likes them naturally.”

            “You want someone down-to-earth? I hardly believe it,” said Kyoya.

            “Kyoya,” whined Tamaki.

            Kyoya smirked in amusement.

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            “You’re (Y/N) (L/N), right?”

            (Y/N) looked up from their calculus book to find two boys standing over their table. They recognized the pair instantly—everyone at Ouran Academy knew them. The blonde with the giant grin was Tamaki Suoh, and the raven-haired boy with glasses was Kyoya Ootori.

            “I am,” they said, smiling. Were they confused about why they—the scholarship student—were being approach? Yes. But Tamaki had never been rude to anyone, that (Y/N) knew of, so they weren’t going to be rude.

            “Fantastic!” said Tamaki. “Kyoya and I had a question for you.”

            “What is it?” asked (Y/N).

            “We want you to join the club we’re making!” said Tamaki. “The Ouran High School Host Club.”

            “…A Host Club?” repeated (Y/N), tilting their head. They looked at Kyoya questioningly. In classes, he had always seemed rather serious, so hearing that he was involved with that was…unexpected.

            “Yes,” said Kyoya, pushing up his glasses. “Merely a place for pleasant entertainment that has potential.”

            “You just have to be a real prince to the lovely ladies who come and join us,” said Tamaki.

            “And you want me?” said (Y/N).

            “Yes! People naturally like you, so you’d be perfect!” said Tamaki. “You just have to be yourself.”

            (Y/N) paused and considered. As strange as the idea was, Tamaki seemed to have good intentions. And (Y/N) did need to get involved with extracurriculars at Ouran.

            “Alright,” said (Y/N), smiling. “When are we starting?”

            Tamaki lit up. “You’re saying yes?”

            “At best, I am involved in a club and meet more people. At worst, your club fails, and I go back to how my life was,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “It seems fair to try.”

            Tamaki deflated. “So practical…”

            “You said you wanted someone down-to-earth,” remarked Kyoya. “You’re getting it.”

            (Y/N) chuckled, and Tamaki pouted.

            And that’s how (Y/N) joined the Host Club.

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[woodswake]

disco elysium 🤝 slay the princess

what if you were a system but you were kind of bad at it

[cateyedronin]

"Let others find you not by seeking their approval, but by living your truth openly. In the light of your authenticity, those who are meant for you will come."

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

Jessica: But, what about the Guardians? Won’t they be mad?

Hal: I want you to listen to me very carefully, Jessica. This is the most important thing you need to know as a Green Lantern.

Hal: Fuck the Guardians.

[zelda-of-hyrule-tloz]

Echoes of Wisdom Headcanon Countdown

༺ Day 31▪︎ 68 Left

In the era just after the Imprisoning War, the Silent Princess began to bloom beneath the Great Sky Islands (which were sealed out of human view with a cloud barrier). They quickly spread over Hyrule in the age of the First Great Calamity, and it was the princess of the time - the only one capable of seeing the Light Dragon - that discovered that the flowers first blossomed from stray teardrops that fell like sprinkling rain. At the time, the royal family still knew the story of the Sage of Time (it had yet to become forbidden knowledge and the Forgotten Foundation was built for the purpose of remembrance). For this reason, the ancient princess named the flower the "silent princess," after the quiet sobs that still came from the Sage in her draconic form. It, too, became a symbol of eternal love as she cried for a hero yet to exist across time.

[sleepynegress]

Okay, so while I am waiting on my lunch, having let this marinate some... Art often trends (even w/o intention) toward a reflection of the current state of society in some way. Like the cycles of zombie and vampire popularity being statements on capitalism (Dawn of the Dead), sexually transmitted disease (i.e. AIDS in the 80s cycle) For what may be the first time...we're seeing what I think is a new reflection of the state of society w/ hatred and harm of Black women in visible spaces, post ignoring Black women, deep in a kind of circular hopeful gaslit delusion of society being able to fight its way out of a conservative majority hellbent on regression, and doing that as we live with the consequences of not being listened to:

So, in our art entertainment, we see Sage existing to consume knowledge she will never be able to fully use, because of the vessel it exists in and the world's perception of that. We watch her smile of inevitability as she repeats Homelander's "...like Caesar" and then moves her pieces & regularly self-lobotomizes... We see Claudia, a Black girl burnt to death twice made/raised to be the purest reflection of Vampire while never truly chosen, until the end. As her little girl body stands defiant on tendon-less bone, remembering faces and (strained smile) singing the song written to mock her as she's flash-burned to cinder. We see a Black woman leading with love raising her daughters with faith and tradition with respect and harmony with the greatest power in the universe, - and not the path of control and imposed ubiquity of patriarchal Christianity...I mean the Jedi path... We see her know a bad path, but love enough to allow choice, until she has none (I think she could be under the mask and wielding the red lightsaber BTW)... It's just...These are white writers and they know. It's smacks of proof of conscious denial. Black women especially, do not gaslight themselves about what we are or see, like whiteness does. We can't delude ourselves like that. ...Like genuinely can not. But we shoulder the wisdom, repeating it over and over...and head in hands, watch everyone else play-act surprised Pikachu as it all rolls down on them, and then us, at its heaviest... These three characters all uniquely reflect aspects of that current social place we are in, now. For the first time, in Black femme bodies (and not even ambiguous Blackness to make the sympathy easier in the gaze) in vulnerably centered situations in mainstream media spaces. The "I told ya so!" signs on all three are LOUD AF. The lady coming out of the well is a Black woman, now.

[thepersonalwords]

A rose, no matter how beautiful, still has to contend with thorns.

Matshona Dhliwayo

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Karkat: SHE HASN’T RESPONDED TO YOU YET BECAUSE SHE’S BUSY BEING OPENLY PATHETIC ON PESTERCHUM. GIVE IT SOME TIME

[ardenzia777]

The Speedpaint for my "Pain in Paradise" drawing Love in paradise is so goood aahhh the pain my beloved

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Great Feeny scene. -Wil

Such a beautiful scene. -Danielle

It's a really wonderful scene. -Rider

Great Feeny scene. Just it's so comforting to see again, it really is just him in front of the classroom teaching. It's, ugh, I love it. -Will

Or also just resisting emotion, right? Yeah. Like there's something better than watching somebody who you like, you just want Feeny to say, I love you, I'm gonna miss you. But he's not gonna do it and it's so good that tension. -Rider

[sciencegothic]

athena who learnt to be more merciful because of odysseus, left injured by her father for daring to fight for him. poseidon who taught odysseus the power of ruthlessness, left injured by odysseus himself. how much of an impact one man can have on the gods, in such different ways

[anonymousewrites]

Lavender for Royalty; Sage for Wisdom (Book 1)

Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Chapter One: Coriander for Hidden Worth

Summary: (Y/N) is surprised to find that their mentee has stumbled into the Host Club.

            “So have your classes been going well so far?” said (Y/N), smiling and leaning on their hand.

            Haruhi nodded. “The academics are more rigorous here, but I’ve dealt with hard classes before.”

            “Good,” said (Y/N). “I’m glad the transition is going well for you.” They laughed lightly. “I remember trying to find my way around this place the first couple of weeks. I was almost late so many times.”

            Haruhi sweat-dropped. “Tell me about it…”

            Haruhi, like (Y/N), was a scholarship student. (Y/N) was her mentor since they were a year older and a successful scholarship student themself. (Y/N) had high hopes for Haruhi, even if she was a bit more reserved and uninterested in getting involved at the school. Haruhi was focused on getting herself into a good college so she could become a lawyer, and Ouran was the place to do it. (Y/N) wouldn’t fault her for being studious—they, too, focused heavily on their own academics.

            “But you’ve figured things out,” said (Y/N). “So I’m glad.” They looked at Haruhi. “But remember that the academy does encourage extracurriculars. You should choose some sort of club—even just a future lawyers organization.”

            “I’ll think about it,” said Haruhi. She huffed. “Isn’t it enough that they make the uniforms too expensive and all the buildings so fancy? I have to be involved, too?”

            “Ouran boasts well-rounded students,” said (Y/N), chuckling. “That means clubs.” They glanced at the clock. “Speaking of which, I have to get ready for mine.” They stood. “Bye, Haruhi. Let me know if you need anything.” They waved and walked off.

            Haruhi looked at the clock and at her books. I should find someplace to get homework done.

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            The door to Music Room 3 creaked open, and the Host Club members looked over, expecting a new guest.

            “Welcome,” they said in tandem.

            Instead, they faced a brown-haired, slightly scruffy student who stared in shock.

            I didn’t expect Haruhi here, thought (Y/N), amused as Haruhi’s jaw dropped open.

            “It’s a man,” said Kaoru and Hikaru together.

            “Men are valuable patrons too,” said Tamaki, shrugging.

            (Y/N) stifled a chuckle. Kyoya raised a brow, and they exchanged a look. Unsurprisingly, Kyoya already knew Haruhi was a biological girl and identified as such. However, who were they to tell the other Host Club members? They could figure it out for themselves.

            “Welcome to Ouran Host Club, Haruhi Fujioka, scholarship student,” greeted Tamaki gallantly. “You are a rare creature in this place.”

            So he knows who she is but doesn’t know she’s not a boy? (Y/N) was so glad Tamaki was so dense; he brought a smile to their face. “Tamaki, don’t refer to scholarship students as ‘creatures.’ ”

            Tamaki grinned at (Y/N). “I would never disrespect you!”

            “Good,” said (Y/N).

            “After all, it takes tenacity and thick skin for scholarship students to make it here since it is difficult for them to fit in with our culture,” said Kyoya bluntly.

            “I think on that front I have more tact than you, Kyoya,” said (Y/N), raising a brow.

            Kyoya smirked slightly. “Perhaps.”

            “In short,” said Tamaki. “Fujioka, you’re a trailblazer!” He held Haruhi close and dramatically waved his arms. “Top student in your class, yet you’re poorer than a church mouse. Some may call you a weed or despise your low-class status.”

            An irk mark appeared on Haruhi’s forehead. She was clearly learning Tamaki was an idiot (and had yet to see that he was a lovable idiot when he wasn’t so dense).

            “There’s nothing wrong with poverty, of course. You’re a crusader, and a crusader only needs one thing—a reckless heart,” declared Tamaki. “Of course, we heard the rumor you’re a gay man—”

            “…Huh?” Haruhi stared.

            “What is your type? Wild? Cutsey? Or…” Tamaki grinned and titled her chin up. “Am I more your style?”

            Haruhi jumped away. “N-No, it’s not like that at all!”

            “Are you really a crusader, Haru?” said Honey, grinning. “Do you have stories of saving princesses? I love those!”

            “Who are you calling Haru?!”

            Poor Honey retreated to Mori.

            “(Y/N), you, what, this is the club you’re a part of?” said Haruhi, staring at her mentor.

            “I have fun,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “They bring in quite a few clients,” remarked Kyoya.

            Haruhi deadpanned before shaking her head. “Look, I was just trying to find a quiet place,” she said, backing away as Tamaki approached again. “So excuse me—”

            Bump!

            (Y/N) darted forward to try to save Haruhi from disaster.

            Crash!

            A blue and white vase hit the ground and broke into a million pieces. (Y/N) winced as a shard cut their hand. Haruhi stared at the destruction in horror.

            “That vase was by Rune,” said Hikaru. “It was to be the featured item in the next school auction.”

            “The bidding was going to start at eight million yen, but I don’t think it will fetch that now,” said Kauro.

            “I-I’ll pay for it…” Poor Haruhi trailed of.

            “You bet you will, but how? You can’t even afford a uniform,” said Hikaru and Kauro.

            “All my father could offer me was this hand-me-down sweater,” groaned Haruhi as the twins twisted the knife. She looked at (Y/N). “I’m sorry about your hand, I didn’t mean to—”

            (Y/N) waved their hand. “Don’t worry about it, Haruhi.”

            “Well, Tamaki, how should we handle this?” said Kyoya, sighing and looking at Tamaki.

            “Fujioka, are you familiar with the saying, ‘when in Rome, do as the Romans do?’ ” said Tamaki. “And this—‘If you don’t have the cash, pay with your carcass?’ As of today, you’re the Host Club’s dog!”

            Haruhi’s jaw dropped open, and her soul floated from her body. (Y/N) patted her on the back, holding their hold hand up as blood dripped from their palm.

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            Haruhi’s eyebrow twitched as she watched all of the hosts complete their “duties.” Tamaki flattered every one of his princesses, the twins had their strange routine, Honey ate with people, Mori watched over Honey and the guests dutifully, and (Y/N) moved between people with easy friendliness that had all the women smiling.

            “Oh, (Y/N), what happened to your hand?” said a worried guests, looking at the cut on their hand.

            “Just a little accident,” said (Y/N), smiling. “Don’t worry for me. Please make sure to take care of yourself.” The guest’s face turned red. “I’d rather be the one getting hurt than you.”

            The guests squealed as (Y/N) walked off with a smile.

            “You guys live in another world,” said Haruhi, sweat-dropping. She was a bit impressed—she had never seen (Y/N) act like that, though they were always kind and friendly—that (Y/N) handled it so simply.

            “We simply apply our individual talents to meet the needs of our clients,” said Kyoya.

            “People like being treated with kindness,” said (Y/N). “Some like Tamaki’s princely nature, some like the normalcy I bring.” They smiled. “Everyone gets to enjoy themselves.”

            “Now,” said Kyoya, looking at Haruhi. “Your duties.” Haruhi shivered at the official tone. “You’ll handle basic chores for a while. You can refuse, of course, but my family’s reach is long and wide. I’d suggest a passport.”

            Haruhi looked at (Y/N) for help.

            “I’d just listen, if I were you,” said (Y/N).

            “You’ve got eight million yen’s worth of chores to do and not much to offer a girl,” said Tamaki.

            Haruhi jumped as he appeared behind her. She huffed. “Man, woman, whatever, how we look is irrelevant anyways, right?

            “I like you for a reason,” said (Y/N) fondly.

            “It’s what’s inside that’s important,” said Haruhi.

            “Well, that’s true, and it’s so cruel how sometimes God bestows perfection inside and out,” sighed Tamaki dramatically.

            Haruhi’s eyebrow twitched.

            “But console yourself with that, if you like! I understand,” declared Tamaki. “How can you live with yourself otherwise?”

            “I got it,” said Haruhi suddenly.

            “Got what?” said Tamaki brightly.

            “You’re annoying,” said Haruhi bluntly.

            Tamaki retreated to a corner, and (Y/N) began chuckling. Kyoya smirked in amusement.

            “That’s telling him,” laughed Kauro and Hikaru.

            Haruhi sweat-dropped. “Um, Tamaki—”

            “ ‘King,’ ” said Tamaki sullenly. “That’s what they call me here.”

            “Tamaki, no one calls you that,” said (Y/N), putting their hands on their hips. “Don’t trick Haruhi.”

            Tamaki pouted.

            “I just wanted a quiet place to study,” groaned Haruhi.

            “How about at home?” said Tamaki.

            “Dad brings his girls over during the day. He works at night,” explained Haruhi.

            “Guess that throws a wrench in things,” said Tamaki. “He won’t pay tuition, either?”

            “It’s not like that,” said Haruhi. “It’s been rough, you know? I don’t want to burden him. Along with everything else, he was stuck raising me all by himself for ten years.”

            “I’d define that situation as pathetic,” said Tamaki.

            “No, it’s—”

            “Did you subsist on rice and horseradish?” cried Tamaki. “So poor that you might have been sold to a mean master who’d overwork you and leave you crying into your pillow every night?!”

            “Where’d that come from?!” shouted Haruhi.

            “Very well, I’ll cut you a deal,” said Tamaki decisively. “Your appearance makes the appearance hopeless, but I will do my best to teach you. Let’s see…let’s make it one hundred! Yes! If you can garner on hundred requests, I’ll wave your debt to the Host Club! And you’ll be the star host for girls who like poor people!”

            “I…I don’t want to!” cried Haruhi. “I’ll dust, scrub floors, anything but that!

            “Don’t worry, Haruhi, it’s not all bad. You get nice food,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Haruhi groaned since that was barely any sort of encouragement. Just barely.

            “Your training starts now!” said Tamaki, grabbing Haruhi.

            “(Y/N), help—”

            “You’re going to do great, Haruhi,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Haruhi groaned as she was dragged away.

            “Your next guest is arriving in five minutes,” said Kyoya, checking his notebook. He looked at (Y/N)’s hand. “You should put a bandage on that cut. We can’t have one of our hosts getting an infection, can we?”

            “It would be bad for business,” agreed (Y/N), smiling.”

            “Indeed,” agreed Kyoya with a closed-eye smile.

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            “I’ve heard, Tamaki, that you’re raising a kitten that doesn’t have proper pedigree,” said Ayanokoji, a slight smirk in her voice.

            “Ah, yes, a bit hopeless, to be honest, but I couldn’t him fend for himself, now, could I?” said Tamaki, smiling.

            “How kind of you,” said Ayanokoji. “Taking care of the needy.”

            (Y/N) knew her gaze flitted to them, and they kept their eyes on their clients, smiling at them. (Y/N) wasn’t letting her get into their head. They knew she saw them as a pity-party that the Host Club took care of and undoubtedly viewed Haruhi as the same, but (Y/N) didn’t care about her opinion, so they weren’t going to give her the satisfaction of a reaction.

“Aha, you’re back from shopping,” said Tamaki as Haruhi entered the room.

            Haruhi had evaded most of the host duties given to her by just doing chores and running errands.

            “Find everything?” said Tamaki.

            “Yeah,” said Haruhi, unpacking the shopping bag.

            “Eh? What’s this?” said Tamaki, gesturing to a container.

            “Coffee.” Haruhi deadpanned. “It was on your list.”

            “But…ground coffee?” asked Tamaki.

            “Not ground. Instant,” corrected Haruhi.

            “Whoa!” exclaimed Tamaki, and the other hosts hurried over to him. “The one you just pour water in? How proletarian!”

            “I’ve heard of it but never seen it,” remarked Kyoya.

            “What do you think I’ve been drinking every morning?” said (Y/N).

            “Hm.” Kyoya jotted down a note.

            “So it’s true! Poor people have no time to grind their beans!” exclaimed Kauro.

            “It’s how common folk cope,” said Hikaru.

            “I’ve always wanted to try it! Let’s brew some up,” said Honey excitedly. Mori nodded.

            Haruhi looked at (Y/N) incredulously. “Do they seriously not know what instant coffee is?”

            “Nope,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “You’ve never made any?” said Haruhi.

            “I’ve never been the Host Club’s dog so I never ran errands,” said (Y/N) with a closed-eye smile.

            Haruhi deflated. “Low blow,” she groaned. “I’ll go and get the expensive stuff.” She sighed and turned around.

            “No, I’ll drink this!” said Tamaki.

            “Whoa, you’re brave,” teased Hikaru.

            “Three dollars for 3.5 ounces? Not great value,” said Kaoru. “Hardly worth one cup.”

            Haruhi faced (Y/N). “Is this how they always are?”

            (Y/N) smiled. “Yes. But…” Their gaze softened. “You grow fond of it.”

            “Yeah, sure,” said Haruhi.

            “Haruhi~ We want coffee!” said Tamaki.

            “They’re just messing around, you know,” said Ayanokoji, chuckling softly but with intense maliciousness anyways. “That stuff won’t suit their taste at all.”

            “Huh?” said Haruhi, surprised by her words.

            “…” (Y/N)’s smile fell, and their gaze hardened.

            “Oh, sorry.” Ayanokoji smiled. “I was talking to myself.”

            “Aha.” Haruhi doubted that, and as she glanced at (Y/N), she saw that (Y/N) wasn’t fooled by Ayanokoji’s manners, either.

            “Haruhi! Make us some of this commoner’s coffee!” said Tamaki again. “Everyone’s keen to try it!”

            Haruhi sighed. “I’ll get hot water.”

            “I’ll get some cups,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “At least you have my back,” said Haruhi. (Y/N) chuckled

            While everyone watched with strange interest, Haruhi made the instant coffee, and cups were handed out to the curious guests and hosts.

            “I won’t be responsible if they don’t like it,” said Haruhi decisively.

            “I’m not sure…” said one guest.

            “My dad will freak…” said another girl.

            “Would you prefer to drink from my mouth?” flirted Tamaki.

            “N-No, a cup’s fine,” said the girl, her face turning completely red.

            Haruhi deadpanned.

            “Doesn’t it seem wrong for Tamaki to drink such swill?” said one guest. “Doesn’t it, Ayanokoji?”

            “Well, it’s all part of this new project of his. He thinks the last one went well, after all,” said Ayanokoji. “Though he may be overdoing it about.”

            (Y/N)’s gaze flicked to Ayanokoji as they overhead her. “…” They didn’t like her view of Haruhi. Condescending rich people are the worst type.

            “Very little taste,” said Kyoya, tasting the coffee. “The aftertaste is interesting, however.”

            (Y/N) turned to him. “I’m surprised you tried it.”

            “I could hardly trust Tamaki’s tastes. He raves about everything,” said Kyoya.

            (Y/N) chuckled. “Very true.”

            “You said you drink this every morning?” said Kyoya.

            “With how late I stay up doing schoolwork? Yes,” said (Y/N). They were a scholarship student for a reason.

            “I doubt this is helping your cognitive abilities,” said Kyoya. “I’ll have my driver drop off proper coffee at your home.” He returned to his notebook, not taking any arguments against it.

            (Y/N) smiled. “If you insist, Kyoya.”

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[sage-thee-herbmaster]

I just finished listening to Love in Paradise from the Epic Musical: Wisdom Saga and Calypso is really out here trying to convince Ody to come back inside while he’s a having full on PTSD flashback and contemplating suicide and begging her to “let him close his eyes”

Like bffr, he’s having a moment the last thing he wants is sex from a woman who isn’t his wife (who he literally let Zeus kill the rest of his men for)