#yayy music

[fourteenfifteen]

i love. somgs

[teddybeartoji]

sukuna teaching you how to cook…       

pressed flush against you, his hand rests on top of yours as you grip the knife. it’s almost as if he’s the puppeteer and you his toy with the way he guides you – he moves, you move, you’re one and the same. his other hand is on you as well, fingers almost intertwined as he helps you hold the piece of meat steady on the cutting board. you can’t help but think how intimate it all feels, how close he is. 

his voice is deeper than usual and it’s making it very hard for you to concentrate, especially when his lips keep brushing over the shell of your ear. you’re trying, you really are, to pay attention to what he’s saying because it’s not often you get to see this side of him – cooking is something he adores, and he’s taking this way more seriously than you could’ve ever imagined. but it’s not like you’re complaining… oh, no – you’re loving every second of this. 

you’re sure he can feel that your breathing has picked up, and you’re sure he knows that you’re stumbling further and further away from being his perfect little pupil and falling head first into an entirely different role instead. your hold on the knife falters while his on your hand tightens. the meat before you bleeds and the clear juices coat the wooden board alongside with your fingers. 

and his. 

“focus, doll… “ 

his rasp catches you off-guard, his low voice pulling you from your thoughts. he hears you swallow the lump in your throat and you feel him smile against your ear. 

“i’m very focused, ryo…” 

“on the wrong things– yes.” you don’t have to see him to know that he’s wearing that annoyingly handsome smirk of his, ever so proud to have this kind of effect on his beloved.

you suck your teeth before poking your tongue against your inner cheek; your body grows hot at all the attention he’s giving you. sukuna presses forward an inch and your hips meet the edge of the kitchen counter – now completely sandwiched between him and the piece of furniture, your head clouds with thoughts so far from cooking that your knees nearly buckle from below you. 

“c’mon now.” he raises your hand with the knife still in your palm and holds it above the piece of red meat. the blade glints under the dimmed down light, the silver winking at you before sinking down into the raw cutlet. back and forth, the movement of your hands is slow but steady – the knives in your house are never dull, so every pull and every push you make feel as if you’re gliding through butter. 

but it’s not just the sharpened blade— 

it’s the sheer power he holds. 

sukuna’s hands are skilled, his fingers rough but surprisingly gentle at the very same time. he knows exactly how much force to use, how to cut through a piece of flesh with so much ease that the act makes you wonder about his past lives. a butcher, a killer? or perhaps a god instead? 

to slash and to score. to gut and then devour. 

caged in his arms, you feel like his next bite. his sharp teeth brush against your ear once more and you can’t help but tense up as a wave of excitement shoots through your body and a nervous chuckle tumbles from your lips. 

he hums. 

his fingers unwrap themselves from around your hand before reaching for the cut you just made. he picks it up and then shows it to you with pride. 

“not too thick, not too thin.” your mouth waters, you barely register his words. “remember that.” 

“mhmm.”

there isn’t an inch between your bodies and you can hardly breathe. 

“what did i say?”

with him, you’ve learned about this other kind of excitement; he asks you a question and there’s this pressure, a burning sensation in the pit of your stomach – it teeters between a giddy, butterflies of love type of thing and pure feverish thrill. 

walking in a circle, eyes on each other – a dance between the prey and the predator. the most he’d do is laugh, tease you a little. maybe even sink his teeth into your neck and inhale the whine you’d let out. that’s what he wants. a little sound. you’re in the palm of his hand and you both know it. 

but if you’re good…

“not too thick and not too thin.”

it’s a kiss from a beast that you’ll get in return. a word of praise from a god, a tender look from a killer. a safe haven behind a butcher’s ribcage.  

stained fingers find your cheek and you’re putty in his hands; it takes no effort at all to turn you to finally face him and it takes no time at all for him to press his lips against yours. but he doesn’t nip and he doesn’t bite, not this time. 

a soft spot in a lover’s heart.

[marsmallowthecheeseqizaed]

sketched this todayyyye

while watching IN TROUSERS!!!!!!!!!!!

[somereaderinblue]

Why did Paris also take Telemachus with him and Ody? (If it’s just to unintentionally piss off Penelope more, then R.I.P Twink)

Telemachus was taken to be used as leverage ofc. Aphrodite told Paris that Ody was very much a family man & really, he'd be stupid not to take Tele too to keep Ody compliant.

Even if Paris can't play pretend family with both of them, Ody ultimately has another big obstacle preventing him from just up & leaving: a baby that's completely dependent on him (bcz no way in hell is he letting Tele leave his arms/sight unless absolutely necessary).

[midnightdemonhunter]

we hope that you choke.

[crossnamara]

yes they kill each other in every timeline. yes they can be smoking buddies. let me have this okay

**not a ship**

closeups under cut, idea by the wonderful lovely @the-interidiot

[brain-maggot1]

hes in my brain

hhhhh

hhhheemes

[happyyft]

what if jd turns into a hamster... what then.. Huh

well

[wassupmygays]

no bc why am i emotional about anna and dre being back in the Jacobs

[desmon1995]

Light It Up, Fox!

I think reunion square has to be one of the saddest members from the Warriors concept album and it gets set of every time I listen to it.

I think a big reason for that is that this song really does cement that Fox truly is the youngest of the group (I'm going to as soon as Fox is anywhere between 15 to 18 years old)

In the beginning of the song after she and the others escape the Bizzes she says " God, half of us are gone" and she later lashes out at Victor after he cat calls the Warriors.

What I find really interesting about her rant is that it shows that Fox (presumably out of every Warrior besides Cleon) has truly taken Cyrus's word to heart as she assertively points out that Victor and his ilk are the reason they've had to suffer not only here but throughout life.

She asks why can't they go back home and has eternalized herself as the "Quiet Girl" that isn't gonna make it.

What's cool though is that she flipped this on her head and ends ups truly realizing what the Hurricanes were actually was trying to say.

When you're stuck in the darkness you have to do your own life sometimes not just for you but for the others in your life that may not be able to burn as bright.

This realization causes Fox to LEAP into action realizing that if Victor calls his boys they'll be able to stop stop the train and potentially arrest/kill the Warriors.

Something of note here is that this song takes cues from The World was Wide Enough where we see Fox's life flash through her eyes.

Queens- You can do 99 things right,but meet the wrong Cop at night and it's braapt on site ya dig?

Manhattan- survival all depends upon the corner you run to.

Ajax- I'm sick of running

Warriors- Only the strong survive

Ajax and Rembrandt- Anybody tussle with these hands they'll see static

The battle between Fox and Vic is brutal and he beats her so badly that she breaks something and starts bleeding.

Another thing that I noticed after some repeated listening is that it seems that out of all of the Warriors, Fox seems to look up to Swan and Ajax the most (Rembrandt too apparently).

She laments that Swan could have taken Victor out but she's not her and not too long after that the cop puts his foot on her throat and kicks her into the incoming train.

I think what's beautiful about this tragic moment is that Fox ends up embodying the other sentiment of Quiet Girls and ends up becoming an arc of light both literally and metaphor.

It's actually quite a clever nod to me that Fox herself it's played by an Asian actress ( Pippa Soo) because been Chinese, Japanese, and Korean mythology there is a creature known as the Kitsune.

Kitsune are basically Divine foxes that more often than not typically take the form of females to live amongst humans.

They act as a guide to the afterlife and use something called foxfires to communicate with others throughout the night.

Fox being the one to truly embrace what the Hurricanes tried to tell the Warriors and becoming the light that guided her friends home through her demise is quite a common trope with kitsune, especially if they bonded with a human.

I just think it's a really cool way to not only lift a sort of nothing character from the original on the bed but also make them stand on their own.

[antinous-of-ithaca]

*The snake of a man- I mean Eurymachus came up by him and was tossing a dagger as he walked, catching it before it could slip his grip.*

“What’s all this ‘bout you being gay for the little wolf and what not?”

( @r3dvip3r4 HIIIII :3 )

Antinous would've liked to be let alone, mainly because he was sick of having people sticking their noses in his business. But he also wasn't in the mood to actually argue or fight, so, he guessed he'd have to deal with it for a while. At least until he could shoo the fellow suitor away.

"Nothing much. Or at least none of your business, snake."

His tone never lacked smugness, it was one of those things people eventually got used to after interacting with each other for.. years now? Gosh, he didn't even know how much time he had spent in the palace.

[callmekamel]

smol Schatten der Nacht skecth to remind me to draw this when I have time later (give me a b r e a k)

[boarloved-art]

cheeky oc/uni project post in the form of my postcards !!

[deerdoeb]

USD Ricky and some random Ricky design thing I drew at school

[fruityenderman]

happy early epic Ithaca saga release day!! in celebration i wanted to share my progress on this minecraft build i've been working on for the past month+, based on the art of the palace in one of the official animatics! (reference under the cut)

this took a solid 79 hours total, and survived a hard drive transfer after my computer took a coffee shower, and it's not even done yet! there's still so much to do but i wanted to share it now to express just how excited i am for the final saga!!

(the screenshot ive been using as reference)

[ask-ganymede]

A boy holding a basket of flowers looks up at Ganymede.

“Hello!”

— @hesjust-a-boy

[ Blinking. He’s currently carrying an empty oinochoe, on his way back from serving Lady Hera in her chambers ]

Oh! Hello!

[ He hadn’t seen them before… Were they new? ]