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Do i look like him?

Immortal chasing someone constantly reincarnated

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Daylight ~ Antonio Vale ( Aka. Anton )

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Hello antimachus/sharpwolf nation.

I'm not here to introduce myself, just here to drop off content for yasumyo_ art on twitter and then showing myself out. PLEASE GO LOOK AT THEIR ART ON TWITTER THEY ARE VERY TALENTED, THEIR NAME IS LINKED SO YOU CAN SEE IT.

This is hurt/no comfort angst y'all, lots of heavy implications that Telemachus was forced into something he doesn't want/need! Nothing straight up explicit, just lots of implications and visual imagery.

I'll write something fluffy later cause damn...I even made myself sad with this one and I'm delusional to the point of it being terminal.

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Antinous is completely blind in one eye. 

He was young when the accident that cost him his ‘good’ eyesight happened and after his mother passed, it didn’t really matter to him either. It was all memories, shackles of the past that he had freed himself from and could no longer keep him down. If the memories of his past don’t hold him down then every morning that he wakes up he is a new man, at least that is what he and his father believe in. 

Yet even with this discrepancy in eyesight, Antinous knows that his skills do not suffer from it. He is an excellent fighter, even more so without a weapon. Spears and swords were fine, they served their purpose, but there was something primal in using his own hands to take down his prey. His knuckles have felt the breaking of bones, the gushing of blood and at this immediate moment–his fingers are feeling the blocking of air. 

The moon rises near the window of the prince’s bedroom, shining down moonlight past the columns and onto the prince’s bed. He would almost call it beautiful if he wasn’t too busy hypnotized by the vision beneath him. The legs around his waist twitch as his thumb presses down on the delicate windpipe of the Prince, letting the body beneath him feel the length of Antinous’s cock inside him. The taller man peers down at the small bulge, a little bump right under the pale stomach of his prey, and groans as his cock twitches and juts forward just a tiny bit more. 

He enjoys these nights, when the little wolf has to pay his dues for his ‘protection’, but lately Antinous has been looking to make his own fun with nights like these. 

There was no real way that he could enjoy a dead lay. 

So he’s been skipping preparations, instead using rough fingers to open the Prince up and simply shove him forward and then down onto his cock. Another night he would take the body beneath him in one of the many empty halls at night, holding a hand over his mouth not to silence the young man’s screams but instead dip his fingers against the other’s tongue so he could taste his spend. Antinous would have no problem in leaving marks wherever he could only to leave a reminder that no matter what goddess grants him strength–this is where he will always end up. 

Under Antinous’s grip. 

His fingers squeeze again and Antinous smiles when he feels the air passing through the boy’s skin. This is where he has control, if he presses too hard he kills him and if he presses too softly the body beneath him doesn’t get tighter. It was like using a tool made exactly for Antinous’s pleasure, being tuned at just the right note at the man’s own specifications. 

A short chuckle escapes him as the vision beneath him shakes when he tightens his hold. He’s been mimicking the prince’s breath, releasing and squeezing at the same rate as the boy’s fragile little heart pumps blood to his veins only when Antinous allows it. Yet he’s tired of feeling it and wants it to stop, this time squeezing down and feeling the bone under his grip almost start to bend. 

This was it, the feeling of something breaking. Yet it wasn’t bone or skin, it was the prince’s pride that was slowly cracking in his grasp. 

His heart jumps up when the boy’s hands slowly make their way up to his arms, Antinous licking his lips as the hunger that has been plaguing him rattles around in his brain. If the prince breaks, then the kingdom is his, if the prince breaks then the throne is the next thing to be molded to his shape. 

This was his goal, to break the little wolf’s pride into pieces that would never be put back. 

The hands roam up to his shoulders, all the way down his arms and then finally, finally to the grip Antinous has on his neck. It was happening again, the prince would squirm, bite and fight back and it would make Antinous so damn happy because then he could break the prince’s pride yet again. It’s the reason he lets the prince wrap his fingers around his hands, lets him gather his strength–and press Antinous’s hands further onto his skin. 

Antinous blinks and suddenly the world is back into focus. 

Telemachus is looking up beyond him, past him, at the decorated ceiling that reflects the moon onto the stories of hydras and chimeras etched above them. His mouth parts as his hands force Antinous’s grip to get tighter so that the air rushing past his thumbs is no longer there and the smallest sound, like an animal close to death, wheezes past his throat. 

“Ah.” 

It’s encouragement, Antinous’s brain freezes in its realization, he wants this. 

The hands let go as his heart jumps up to his throat. He blinks away the haziness and hunger and stares at the too clear picture of Telemachus beneath him. 

A body, far too thin for a man his age, staring past at whatever ghosts clutch at Antinous back, a small line of drool slowly dripping down the side of his lips. His hands are at his sides now since Antinous shoved them away when he let him go; Telemachus turned his head slightly to cough but remained perfectly still as if to let the man do whatever he wanted to do next. 

His arousal dies immediately, Antinous immediately pulls out. 

It’s as if he had been dumped in the freezing ocean. Antinous closes the boys legs and puts them down, not meeting his gaze and instead looking at the carnage left behind by his own hands and teeth. Bitemarks that trail down Telemachus’s chest all the way to his thighs, bruises in the shape of fingers and hands, spend drooling down in between his legs belonging to Antinous because the boy had not found his pleasure once. 

The worms in his brain start to wriggle and the guilt finally sets in, Antinous feeling the weight of it set right in between his shoulderblades and pushing him to look at his sins at a closer angle.

 If he felt ‘love’ for Penelope, why didn’t he feel any regret before he started hurting her son? 

His guilt turns into anxiousness when his fingers trace the marks on the boy’s neck. Everyone would see that, there would be no way to hide it. He runs his hand up his neck and to the back of it, cupping the boy’s head and reaching behind him for one of the many pillows of the bed. He lays his head down softly, as if picking up broken pottery, and gulps when the boy’s eyes start to focus in on him. 

Yet he doesn’t stop, Antinous’s hands continue to touch the thing he had broken almost beyond repair. 

What was he doing here? What purpose did this serve? If he hurt Telemachus, doesn’t he risk the possibility of hurting Penelope in the process? He doesn’t want to hurt Penelope, doesn't think that it is possible if he thinks about it more. The woman has not been human to him for many years now, simply a vision of kindness, gentleness and loyalty wrapped in what Antinous had been taught a woman should be to become a good wife. 

His hands cup the boy’s face, wanting to face this sudden fear, and he takes his time taking in the person below him. Telemachus’s eyes were just as pretty as his mother’s, a beautiful shade that used to shine bright whenever their eyes met. His skin is soft, Antinous didn’t get to touch it often with how often he was man-handling the little pup. His thumbs rub circles on the boy’s face and Antinous wonders that, if the fates had willed it differently, would he be leaning down to take the boy’s lips as a lover would another. 

Eyes dart down to the boy’s lips, bitten and abused by Antinous’s very own mouth. 

Images flash in his head of a future that never existed. Of him meeting the prince under different circumstances and both of them realizing that whatever this was between them could have turned into something beautiful. Instead it festered inside the halls of the palace of Ithaca, mixing in with Antinous’s obsession over Penelope and Telemachus’s obsession and yearning for a father. He pictures courting gifts, walks along the rocky beaches, kisses that held too much meaning and a bright, red apple being placed in Telemachus’s hand. 

A single drop of water falls on Telemachus’s cheek and the boy’s eyes blink slowly. 

Antinous thinks that the boy had started to cry. When was the last time he cried? After their first fight? The night that Antinous forced all of his anger, shame and rejection onto him? A hand reaches out to his own face though, the man holding onto Telemachus freezing still as the boy’s hand presses gently against his skin. The boy doesn’t say anything at first but Antinous feels his finger wipe something wet on his face. It isn’t until a second tear drop falls on Telemachus’s chest that Antinous realizes that those aren’t Telemachus’s tears but his own. 

Telemachus catches onto the revelation far quicker, even in this state, and frowns. 

“I–” his voice is soft, Antinous almost strains to hear it, “I didn’t think a monster could cry.” 

Thunder crashes outside the boy’s windows as the moon hides herself from view, the lighting clouds finalizing their judgement of none other than Antinous, son of Eupeithes, as he runs far away from his crime.

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Don't mind the anatomy, I'm barely figuring this whole thing out HAHAHA but for one of my drawing practices I wanted to make a scene of a story I'm writing, it's a mixture of the world of Epic with the world of How To Train Your Dragon <3 <3 <3

@morpheus-tt is the responsable one for fueling this wonderful idea, I love my friend <3 <3 <3

Antinous' dragon is a female Skrill and his final design it may not be very clear here, but it's the one of my own

The Night fury with Tele is sweet old Argos <3 <3 <3 Baby takes the protagonist role here as well HAHAHA <3 <3 <3 and Telemachus' physical design in the story is fully described as Soonsoonii's one

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So, I have written a Sharpwolf fic I swear I just needed to get it out of my body, it's going to be long because apparently I can't do nothing short. BUT I will finish my other works! I just need this out.

Hope you like it!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66337504/chapters/171045403

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Gladiators — part 3

Telemachus loses himself.

Athena seems to be starting to distance herself, since Tel is no longer her student, at first she, of course, tried to challenge Ares' methods, who literally breaks the guy, tormenting him to the point of trembling in his bones, but there was little she could do. Telemachus is still in a quarrel with his mother. He have not broken up with Antinous, but he still does not want to see him after that failed fight (although Antinous continues to watch over him from afar, he himself does not yet know how to make peace and fix the situation.) The only one of his old friends who still remains close is Hermes, but he also speaks to him as if he were someone else.

In the end, Telemachus seeks solace from Circe. He thought he would spend just one night with her, but it stretched out into weeks, which he spends sleeping with her. And somehow it turned out that she even seems to have feelings for Telemachus, although at first she only saw him as a good bet, but seeing Telemachus almost broken, she found that she genuinely sympathized and wanted to be there. Tel doesn't really feel anything for Circe, he's ashamed that he's weak in front of her, that he allows himself to be close to her, but he just can't do anything about it, he needs someone nearby to somehow stay afloat, and Circe seems to be the only one who knows how to properly take care of him (she has a good understanding of human weaknesses and knows how to work with them, whether for her own benefit or sincerely).

Meanwhile, Antinous, in despair, even made an attempt to talk to Penelope, told her about his relationship with Telemachus, but this conversation did not end well, of course. She had already had mixed feelings about Antinous because he had tried to court her, and now that she found out he had slept with her son, well… How was she supposed to feel about Antinous after that? She just sent him away. Speaking of Penelope, she's actually having a really hard time too. Her business is going down the drain, her beloved husband is gone, she's lost all contact with him, and now she's losing her son and doesn't know what to do about it.

In the end, Athena and Hermes decide to act, because they see that Telemachus must be pulled out before it is too late. Since they can't just take Telemachus away from Ares (Telemachus still has to fight to get his money, since the fight with Antinous never happened, and if he refuses, everything he's achieved so far will be for nothing), their plan is to at least keep Telemachus from fading away completely. And Circe unexpectedly takes their side when she realizes that her support is no longer enough. At this rate, only Penelope and Antinous can be involved in saving the guy, the main thing is to convince them to somehow work together to correct their common mistake.

Penelope refuses to get involved not only with Antinous, but with anyone in this company, despising each of them to varying degrees. Of course, she argues most with Antinous, but their quarrel affects Hermes and Athena as well. As a result, there is a lot of shouting, arguing, and hitting where it hurts, but Hermes and Athena (the god of eloquence and goddess of wisdom after all) would not be themselves if they could not steer the situation and convince Penelope and Antinous to unite for the sake of Telemachus.

And now, this little gang of theirs is going to pull Telemachus out. They burst in right in the middle of training, ignoring Ares's displeasure. Well, Penelope finally makes peace with her son, apologizes to him, persuades him to come home. Athena convinces Ares to give Telemachus a break, ready to almost fight him with Hermes as her support, but Ares, surprisingly, quickly gives in with a heavy sigh and lets Telemachus go for the weekend. Everyone is a little shocked, but happy. Antinous just stands aside throughout this whole event, still doesn't know what to say to Telemachus, and he feels awkward in front of Penelope, after all, she is still skeptical about their relationship, so he doesn't risk ruining the moment, he stands out of sight.

What's unexpected is Ares' character development. The whole point is how easily he agreed to give Telemachus a break. As he trained the guy, his attitude towards him began to change. He was not prepared for Telemachus to endure his training so stubbornly, although it was obvious that Ares was deliberately putting pressure on him so that he would break down sooner, but he was still stubborn. In general, without expecting it, Ares began to treat him more leniently, even respected him a little.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

Part 5

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The best way to get more people to read my fic is to make animatics for it! I go by OHappi_0 on ao3.

Hope you enjoy 😌💅✨️

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It's a fic now!!!

here and now, we can take control - Person_behind_Books - EPIC - Jorge Rivera-Herrans (Albums) [Archive of Our Own]

Telemachus hands Antinous the keys to victory years before he needs them.

2k, oneshot, sharpwolf

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*There are other ways starts to play*-- I WOULD ACTUALLY BE JUMPING IF SOMEONE ANIMATES THIS, HELLO?? Also, super important piece of advice:

Swap Telemachus calls Swap Antinous little lion.

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Always clueless telemachus

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sharpwolf commission

Artist : ROKU (Twitter:@siari811)

Private commission THANK YOU MY DEAR FRIEND! Roku did an incredible job with the costume design! Telemachus and Antinous look amazing, and I love how they each have a different expression! I'm so happy I already posted these two commissions on Twitter once, but I still want to share them on Tumblr

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Missing their loved ones(it's been 3 days since they left)

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Hey prince

antinous has a lil crush for the workaholic princeee

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Modern!AU

They're both Onces because I said so

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We're finally the same as Twitter!!!

YES, after sodapanque's Penelope hitting the Antinouses with her violin, my Anti is kinda resigning himself to his fate LOL Hopefully next version meeting he'll be free of the bandage HAHAHA

And my Tele is having a crisis because he fell hard for @/kibacju Telemachus HAHAHA

As you can see, angles are not my strong part yet, so be patient with me HAHAHA

The other Antinous is not fully in the picture because I panicked, he is extremely handsome and I wasn't confident enough to try and draw him

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SHARPWOLF HADES AND PERSEPHONE AU YIPPEEEEE

I actually got this idea from a sharpwolf discord group and I'm so happy I got to draw this.

I made Antinous Hades, and Telemachus into Persephone.

I was given the idea of Penelope and Odysseus being deities of summer and winter respectively, so Telemachus is a mix of spring and fall.

AND LIL ARGOS OF COURSEEEE LOOK AT HIMMM THE SWEETHEART

Bonus:

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Antinous admiring his beloved lover ( ꈍ꒳ꈍ)