Hi TG Fandom!
Okay, this is a weird one, but stay with me!
Maverick is sitting at the airport bar after Goose dies, looking just as wrecked as can be — and a guy sits down next to him, one around the same age, with big gray eyes and an instrument case that he plops down by their feet.
Mav doesn't even look up. “Go away, Paulie.”
Paulie doesn't budge, just frowns when he sees that what Mav is drinking is ice water. “Ice water? You must be hurting if you can't make something better, usually you're halfway through an amphora when I find you this glum.”
“Leave me alone.”
“You…” Paulie sighs, for real this time, crossing his arms and nudging Mav with his bent elbow. “Hey, igemónas, mortals die. You know that, I know that, just look at my track record… most of my conquests end up killing themselves or turning into foliage to escape me, or they —”
“Hyacinthus.” Mav cuts him off, without lifting his head.
Paulie looks struck at his words and a little sad, “You didn't love him like that. You didn't love this one like that, right?”
Mav whips his head around, teeth clenched, eyes wild: “I did. I did and you did nothing when I screamed for you to save him. I can't fix them like you can.”
The ground below them threatens to burst with thick green vines, to grab and drag them into the soil below. The sound of flutes is distant, staticky in the air around them.
“I’ll drive you mad for it.” Mav threatens, a hint of twisted horns beneath his messy black hair, his green eyes struck through with gold. He looks as wild as he did when Paulie first met him, Zeus’ bastard son reincarnated through his thigh, Paulie’s own half-brother — a god of rebirth, favored by an orphic cult long before he was preternaturally castrated and rendered a god of drunken fools.
“You won’t.” Paulie hums, “You’ve always been more mortal than god, Dionysus.” He picks up his lyre case. “Still Semele’s son, I suppose.”
Mav grieves, still turned away, and barely pays Apollo any mind as he slips out the door.
(You can't tell me that Maverick isn't the most perfect depiction of Dionysus. Well, the older versions anyway, when he looked like a scary twink).
igemónas —> prince
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BANNER FOR NOODLE!!!! Made this primarily as a com example BUT ALSO to practice with backgrounds. Been a hot minute since I drew her, she's always my nice comfort character when I wanna just chill draw <3
Pssst This is also a commission I'm currently offering~ I LOVE MAKIN BANNER STUFF
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it cracks me up that there was a secret society of American journalists who, from 1965 to 2006, slipped the phrase "it was as if some occult hand..." into articles
this all started when one guy used the phrase in an article and his friends thought it was so hilariously out of place that they all started using it
it drove their editors crazy but they kept doing it
that was like. the whole thing. they called it the Order of the Occult Hand and all it did was put a random metaphor into as many news articles as possible
they picked a new phrase in the early 00s, which has not been revealed yet- to my knowledge
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