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Making this thing in school , the fuck you is so clear 🤣🤣

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I want his clothes to be transparent, but it will make him look naked

This clothed perfectly solve the problem 😋

Antinous as Circe & Antinous as calypso

I drew this quite long ago, about 1-3 months ago,I think?

Telemachus was inexplicably transported to Penelope warriors AU and met Antinous

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Stuck on his eyes for 1-2h , now stuck on the background

If I fail that time he would stay like this

My cousin thought that he was Poseidon when I show her my oc🤣

I drew some of my ideas while I’m on the plane, it all sketch because I need references 🙃

I’ve been on the plane for 7h+? And it only started flying after sitting in the plane for 2.30h🥲

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Some doodles

Bought this slap wrap in China

It so cute!

And my sister bought this, one for herself one for her friend 🤣🤣🤣

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Some more doodles of anticat

I’m going back china for about 2 weeks , I don’t think I can use tumblr there.

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Quick doodle of anticat

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How did I use 2h to draw this ????

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Just finished a drawing with 10 people inside in 2h, first time draw so fast, because they don't have their face and just girls??? I'm surprised that I didn't make them muscular as when I draw my ocs

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okok more specific 💔

thinking of tiny ham in burrs pocket just being absentmindedly manhandled

I did another comic omg

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LMFAO for posting these two together but they were made for the same event so here we go

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Color version

My cute babies

Sharpwolf wedding Au at the bottom

I just realized I have 26 ocs and none of it have their characters sheet,and their names .

I’m going to draw all of their characters sheet and think of their names, so I maybe not posting any drawings about epic , or maybe just some chibi of them

Have all their background stories but no names 😅

I can’t finished that sketch of them , so I draw a chibi version of them, I wish I can finish that one day

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My cute babies

Sharpwolf wedding Au at the bottom

I just realized I have 26 ocs and none of it have their characters sheet,and their names .

I’m going to draw all of their characters sheet and think of their names, so I maybe not posting any drawings about epic , or maybe just some chibi of them

Have all their background stories but no names 😅

I can’t finished that sketch of them , so I draw a chibi version of them, I wish I can finish that one day

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1h and I’m not even finish the face🥲

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How I imagined the first time he get fuck

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After reading it this goes into my mind

TAMED

(Antinous x Telemachus)

written by: HanEspiritu

Disclaimer: story idea from @sizzlingbananatimemachine 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

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The hall of Odysseus was too quiet now.

The crackling of hearth-fire did little to chase away the memory of shattered goblets and laughter too loud for mourning. Most of the suitors had fled or bled out. Only one remained. And the prince of Ithaca wasn’t sure why he had spared him.

Telemachus leaned on the marble pillar outside the megaron, eyes narrowed at the moonlight touching the sea. A soft breeze curled in from the shore, smelling of salt and fading death. His fingers tapped once against the sheath of his sword.

Behind him, the last of the suitors stirred. A thud, a groan. Muffled curses.

“Ugh… gods’ balls, my skull’s cracked in half…”

Telemachus didn’t look. He didn’t have to.

“You shouldn’t have drunk that much wine,” he said plainly.

A disgruntled wheeze. “Was I supposed to let the rest go to waste? They’re dead, aren’t they?” A beat. “Not that I’m complaining about some of them.”

Telemachus finally turned. Antinous lay sprawled on the stone floor of the hall like a defeated dog, hair disheveled, tunic half-loose, one sandal missing. His eyes blinked blearily up at the ceiling, unfocused and glowing faintly in the firelight. He looked nothing like the haughty heir of Eupeithes he once was.

“Are you crying?” Telemachus asked.

“No,” Antinous muttered, voice thick. “Just drunk. And bleeding. Possibly from the soul.”

“You don't have a soul.”

Antinous snorted, then winced. “That’s fair.” He curled slightly, clutching his side. “But you still didn’t kill me, did you? Makes me wonder what kind of prince you are, Telemachus.”

Telemachus walked over slowly, each step echoing in the hollowed-out hall. He crouched beside the suitor, studying him with quiet calculation. “You barked like a rabid hound the day Father returned. Called him a beggar. You spat on my name.”

Antinous groaned again. “I was… upset.”

“You threw a stool at him.”

“In hindsight, poor choice.”

Telemachus tilted his head. “And now?”

“Now I’m lying in a puddle of someone else’s wine, contemplating the mysteries of life and… how nice your ankles are.”

A beat.

Telemachus blinked.

Antinous squinted up at him, one eye half-shut. “They’re very... uh, strong. For ankles.”

“You’re drunk.”

“I said that.”

“You’re pathetic.”

“I accept that.”

Telemachus stood again and turned. “You should’ve died with the others.”

“I tried,” Antinous mumbled into the floor. “But you didn’t let me.”

That made the young prince pause.

“I expected you to gut me,” Antinous continued, a sleepy drawl to his tone. “Felt you hesitate. You even had a clean shot. Spear raised. Then nothing. Just a sigh.”

Telemachus’s jaw clenched. “I didn’t spare you. I forgot about you.”

Antinous laughed. It was soft. Not mocking.

“Forgot me, huh?” he echoed, then raised one hand in the air dramatically, wine-stained fingers splayed. “Then let me bark louder next time. Like a good dog. Loud enough for the prince to remember I still breathe.”

Telemachus gave a sharp exhale. “You’re disgusting.”

Antinous flopped his arm back down. “You still haven’t left.”

“I hate you.”

“You always say that when you’re worried about me.”

Silence stretched between them. Then a heavy shuffle as Antinous tried—unsuccessfully—to sit upright. His limbs tangled awkwardly, and he fell over with a groan. Telemachus sighed, walked back, and yanked the fool up by the shoulder.

“Stop wriggling.”

“You smell nice.”

“I will throw you into the sea.”

“Rough,” Antinous said, smiling with wine-wet lips. “Do that after I finish telling you the dream I had.”

“I don’t care about your dreams.”

“I was a wolf,” he slurred. “Chained. But you came walking into the woods in that ridiculous tunic, and you didn’t run away. You reached out. And I—I licked your hand like a good dog.”

Telemachus tensed. “You’re a wolf, alright. Rabid and too proud to die.”

Antinous hummed. “Maybe. But in the dream, you weren’t scared of me. And I wasn’t hungry. Not for meat, anyway.”

Telemachus's face twisted into something unreadable. “You talk like you want to die.”

Antinous let out a shaky breath. “I want to belong. That’s worse.”

For a long moment, there was no reply. Telemachus stared down at the broken suitor, watched the shadows that clung to his face, the vulnerable arch of his throat. This wasn’t the arrogant, polished brute who lorded over his father’s absence. This was something softer. Wounded. Real.

“Why didn’t you flee like the rest?” Telemachus asked.

“I didn’t want to run from you.”

The honesty hit like a slap.

Antinous leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. “I didn’t know I could feel that way about someone. I thought I wanted power. Control. But what I really wanted was someone who looked at me like I wasn’t filth.”

“I never looked at you that way,” Telemachus whispered. “Even when I wanted to.”

Antinous smiled faintly. “So… will you leash your dog, then? Or kill him?”

Telemachus lowered himself beside him, their shoulders brushing.

“You’re not a dog,” he said at last. “You’re a drunken fool with too much blood on his hands. But I…” He hesitated. “I don’t want to bury another boy tonight.”

Antinous turned to him slowly, lashes heavy. “Then what do you want?”

The silence returned, thick as honey. Then—softly—

“To know why I didn’t kill you either.”

Antinous chuckled. “Because you’re noble?”

“No. Because I saw something in you… something almost good.”

“Like a dog that wags its tail?”

“Like a man who could be better, if he let himself.”

A pause.

Then Antinous, curling slightly toward him, whispered, “Then teach me.”

Telemachus looked at him—really looked—and saw not the suitor, not the arrogant wolf in silk, but the raw, aching thing beneath.

Perhaps dogs could become loyal.

Perhaps even wolves could be tamed—if they chose to be.

“I’ll try,” Telemachus said. “But if you bite—”

“I’ll bite gently,” Antinous teased, lips brushing his shoulder.

Telemachus rolled his eyes. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet here I am,” Antinous murmured, eyes closing. “Curled up at your feet. Dreaming of bones and your voice.”

The prince stared at the firelight flickering on the walls.

One wolf left in the hall.

One boy too tired to kill again.

And for tonight, perhaps… that was enough.

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This work is original and written by HAN ESPIRITU. Do not copy, repost, or translate without permission. Plagiarizing or claiming this story as your own is strictly prohibited and will be reported.

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Start doing my schoolwork then I can draw🙃