#clears throat. anyways

[sandflakedraws]

re : how each brother reacts learning that they can't go back

you'll have to pry the "all the Brozone Bros knew what happened at the tree" headcanon outta my cold, dead dead dead hands.

[dailyhmsw]

loop 185

[donnatroia]

bart and wally’s relationship is hilarious but when you take a step back it’s excruciating. they can’t stand each other but they’re bonded by one unbreakable similarity: iris west was the first person to ever love them when the world told them they were unloveable

[witless-winion1]

imagine Polites was in the courtyard for the last battle of Troy. Imagine he looks up from bandaging a comrade’s injury, and sees his friend. Helmet off, head lowered, face pinched in what could only be described as anguish. Polites would have called to him, but he knows better than to interrupt Ody during his Big Brain Thinking moments.

but then his friend raises something into view over the wall; a swaddle of white, and it’s squirming, enough that Polites could see it from where he stands, now frozen in confusion and inexplicable dread. Odysseus loved kids and babies, he wouldn’t harm one for any reason. Hell, he’d cried so hard when Penelope gave birth to Telemachus that he’d nearly passed out from dehydration. He’d spared every child in every battle in this ten-year war.

but his friend extends his arm, holding the swaddle precariously by the ends of the blanket, over the thirty foot drop onto the solid stone ground. The innocent baby just wiggles unconcernedly.

Polites opens his mouth, but whatever he was going to say (because he certainly didn’t know himself) gets caught, and then his friend lets go.

and Polites can’t turn away as the white swaddle falls, a sudden, tiny cry starting from the hidden infant’s throat, that cuts off when it hits the ground, with a sound that Polites never wanted to hear again, and the white turns red.

Out of every horror he’s seen that night, that’s the one he dreams of when he eventually lays his head down to sleep.

He wakes thrashing, falling out of his hammock, and Odysseus’s hand jerks from his shoulder to his side, catching him before he can hit the ground and aggravate whatever minor injuries he got from the last battle.

Polites has always been a very honest person. Since boyhood, since he told his mother was sick because he ate too much sesamous when he was five, confessed to Odysseus and Eurylochus that he didn’t like hunting when he was nine, told his aunt she was too unkind to the less fortunate then them when he was thirteen.

when Odysseus asks him what troubles him, Polites can’t seem to bring himself to admit the truth.

when they sail for home, he forces himself not to avoid his captain. They’ve all done horrible things in the heat of Ares’ domain. but a baby? whispers his conscious.

Shush, he tells it. There’s a logical solution, there has to be.

and yet Odysseus offers none, and he is too cowardly to ask for it, and gods know he cannot make sense of it no matter how he tosses and turns with the rocking ship.

when they reach the island of the Lotus Eaters, Polites smiles at the funky little guys, adoring their blissful grin. He crouches and strokes it, cooing about how soft it is. Odysseus hums, unfazed, and grumpy. Polites can tell he hasn’t slept well the past few weeks. But he reaches down anyway and picks one up under the arms, studying it from every angle while the innocent creature just wiggles unconcernedly in his hands.

Polites can’t help the urge to gently pull the creature from his hands. He smiles to cover whatever tension there is, and places the lotus eater safely in the ground.

he reminds his friend that there’s no need to constantly be suspicious and prone to fighting; why not default to greeting the world with kindness and open arms? Even though trust may get taken advantage of sometimes, it would at least alleviate the risk of unnecessary blood spilled.

and as Odysseus looks away, Polites sees the pain in his eyes, staring at the Lotus eaters as they tumble around with each other. One drops suddenly from a low tree limb, and while Polites manages to stifle his wince, Odysseus is caught just off-guard enough to flinch when it hits the ground with a thump. The lotus eater gets up and ambles off without a scratch.

“This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms,” Polites says softly, reaching out to grasp his friend by the elbow. “I see in your face, there is so much guilt inside your heart…”

Polites could see as the words hit home, his friend’s shoulders drooping as he looks up at him. His eyes are nearly akin to what Argos’s looked like when their ships sailed from Ithaca’s harbor.

“…so why not replace it, and light up the world; here’s how to start…” Polites gently squeezes his arm. “Greet the world with open arms.”

“Greet the world with open arms…” Odysseus repeated softly, leaning into him. Polites let him hide his face in his chest, wrapping him in his arms and letting him hide from the weight of his not-so-secret sins.

[veerbles]

“Were you trained as a dancer?” “An acrobat. My whole family are acrobats.” // “Some people see a magic trick and say, ‘Impossible!’ They clap their hands, turn over their money, and forget about it ten minutes later. [..] And then there are the ones who stay awake, running through the trick again and again, looking for that skip in perception, the crack in the illusion that will explain how their eyes got duped; they’re the kind who won’t rest until they’ve mastered that little bit of mystery for themselves. I’m that kind.”

Or: a kinder universe.

[somniumoflight]

Watcher DLC spoilers below :)

I'm not sure if this is what they meant by the Rot Consumes, but oh boy I have DEFINITELY been consumed.

Eldritch flower friend :)

[inkedinserendipity]

Heya! Saw you've been working your way through the Murderbot Diaries and since you just finished Network Effect I thought you might like to see a fun little animatic to celebrate! Happy reading! youtube.com / watch?v=yDMSHgQY5rM

OUGH!!!

this freaking animatic! it was so good!! i actually went through and took screencaps of my favorite frames because oh my god were there some banging moments. "art sent me" with three as the hero!! everything with dr mensah and murderbot, from the soft pov switch in a conversation to dr mensah grabbing its collar and shaking it around! (go off mensah i absolutely loved that scene, btw). and of course the whole squad with art ;-; this was an absolutely stunning animatic and now i've got the song stuck in my head so cheers for that!!

[kitten4sannie]

someone please sedate me

[littencloud9]

‘my ship kissed’ ‘my ship held hands’ my ship never regretted saving each other despite that ultimately leading to their doom

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

Hmm- sure ‘friend’ is what I’d call all of that👀

[mooneggtarts]

something i'm curious about is, regarding that post you made about hairstyles + the Jumping Spider AU post where you re-drew the Arcane poster with TDL and Orange, does TDL just... force those close to him to style their hair the same as his? and is there another reason behind that or does he just want all of them to look similar?

Omg Jumping Spider ask akdjsjd

In the hairstyle one, he kinda force it on TCO, but he didn't expect TCO to actually go along with it akdbdjd. Said that he was "joking" but that just earned him a glare from TCO.

And in the Jumping Spider au, Orange is the one to ask Dark to help him make his hairstyle look similar to Dark's! TDL refused to help at first, saying he's "busy" and "I don't do makeovers!"

So Orange just take matters into his own hands, but it looked.... crappy wkdbehfdj, then Dark just facepalm and snatch the razor from Orange's grip and take hold of the situation.

Different situations comes with different context kinda deal y'know?

[geodesick]

[ID: a drawing of pye from outer wilds, standing with her writing staff. she's wearing an orange nomai space suit without the helmet, and she has a light brown face with curly darker brown fur. end ID]

figuring out how i want to draw the nomai, so here's a pye since i am obsessed with her !!!

[atwhughesversion]

presented without comment:

[earier]

propaganda i AM falling for

- weird kid akaashi

[alliekitaguchi]

Oh!

[donnatroia]

hey. Hey.