#her name is weasel

[fromtheseventhhell]

George did not write Arya naming babies in Winterfell and taking care of a child in the middle of a WARZONE just for y'all to say she's not going to end up with kids/family because she's "not that type of character" 😒

[zarnzarn]

part three of the reverse odyssey au! polites' pov this time, cause I thought a constantly changing motive explanation would be fun

1/2/3/?

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Later, they find that it is the prayer of a terrified Elepnor clinging to the mast that saved them.

He'd called out in fear in the prayer he'd heard the most, growing from a boy of ten to a youth of twenty in the Trojan War, under Odysseus and his quick, odd prayers to his patron goddess- and half-surprised, half out of reflex, Polites had thought later by the look on the goddesses' own face-

Athena had answered.

She'd guided their ship to shore through the storm, somehow, and then stood at the wheel, taller than anyone Polites had ever seen, straight-backed and proud. Staring at them all as they slowly got to their feet, bowing and muttering prayers under their breath as they prostrated, more than half of them trembling in fear.

They'd all known their captain was blessed by the Goddess of Wisdom, in a way that was more than a mere touch or grey eyes. All known the way he'd sometimes stop talking and stare into the distance, and bark out orders for a convoluted, twisted, wonderful plan after.

Polites had known it was something more the day his friend had stumbled out of the forest all those years ago, silent as an owl and grin sharper than it used to be. Eyes no longer Hermes' kaleidoscope-amber ones that hurt to look at, but a gleaming silver that struck you still where you stood to listen.

But this was still more terrifying than any battle they'd ever faced.

(He saw so much of Odysseus in her, even standing still, that it hurt.

They had been so close.)

"Owl Lady!" Telemachus cheers, and runs out from behind his mother's skirts to the Goddess of War. Penelope makes an aborted movement towards him, dredging up some mortification beyond the haunted expression on her face (if only they'd had one moment more, to grab each other's hands even a little, if she'd just grabbed at him tightly, if they hadn't forgotten to get rid of that accused windbag-) at the way Telemachus runs to Athena with even less fear than his father had, grinning wide up at her as he hugs her shins in greeting.

"Telemachus," She says, bemused and fond. Her voice is... familiar, actually. Polites can't place it for a second, until Penelope makes an odd choking sound next to him and memory assaults- of Odysseus running around shouting with joy after his son's birth, proudly showing him off to everyone around as if he looked anything more than a raisin, Penelope tiredly laughing as she lay against the pillows. Of him suddenly pausing and turning to the strange cloaked woman in the corner and dragging her out into the light to gently hand her his son.

"Odysseus," she'd hissed, sounding panicked, yet he'd just laughed and shifted her hands to support Telemachus' head. Polites and Penelope had frowned at each other, confused, but Odysseus had only teased the woman about a newborn baby being the thing to scare her and offered them no explanations, and what the fuck, that had been Athena.

Penelope's eye twitches a little bit, some of the heartbreak clearing up in her face in favour of a strong wish for strangulation. Polites empathized. What was wrong with Odysseus.

She stares at them now, expectant, and Polites realises what she's waiting for the same moment her lips curl into a sneer of rage. Shit, right, she and Odysseus had had some sort of falling out after the cyclops-

"So," She says, dangerously low. "Does the King of Ithaca think himself more powerful than the Goddess of Wisdom, that he spurns my presence in such a way? Or-"

"He's been taken by Poseidon."

Polites doesn't know the words come from him until Athena swivels her head around to face him.

Oh fuck.

He takes a shuddering breath as he pushes himself to his feet. Glances out to the side and feels his heart drop at the unfamiliar waters, so far away from-

He turns back to Athena and gathers his courage. "Poseidon appeared before us, one year ago. Demanded reparations for the hurt we dealt to the cyclops, his son."

"So then why target-" Athena cuts herself off, teeth gnashing. Her hair starts rising, even though there's no breeze, feathers appearing across her visible skin. "I had rescinded my blessings from him! For this very reason, so Poseidon wouldn't-"

She stops talking with a hiss, pinching the bridge of her nose in barely contained fury. Polites' breath catches. She'd taken her blessings back- to protect Odysseus, of course, her feud with Poseidon was well-known to everyone and anyone, so the ocean god wouldn't take it out on her favoured.

Did Odysseus know that, Polites wants to ask her, remembering the absolute mourning devastation on his friend's face for that one day before it all went to shit, but knows it won't help anyone.

He swallows and continues. This part is going to anger her beyond anything, he knows. "Poseidon cursed him into a creature of the sea," He says cautiously, watching strange colors dance across her armour in her growing anger, looking less and less like a woman as he spoke, eyes glowing fire-hot. "His legs melted and turned into the tail of a fish, and he no longer could breathe above land, so we had to put him in the sea. And-"

His throat closes up, and the sailors around wince back, gathering Telemachus and pulling each other away from the wheel, knowing what's about to come.

"And?" Athena says, deceptively calm, as she watches them stumble away from her.

Polites gulps and feels tears run down his face as he says it. "And he ripped out his tongue."

Athena screams.

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After they've all wiped the blood from their ears and eyes and huddled down in the belly of the ship, holding onto each other until they've stopped trembling-

They're going to write songs about that scream, Polites thinks vaguely, staring up at the wood. His hands still are shaking. The rage of Athena will be recorded for the ages, in songs and poems and books.

Still, he can't bring up any secret resentment against her for nearly killing them- he felt the same, that first day, when he'd found the bloody tongue on the deck and had vomited over the side of the ship, sobbing.

Odysseus, his silver-tongued friend, wisest of the Greeks, able to talk his way out of anything, tongueless. An unimaginable cruelty, especially to the favourite of Athena.

Although, that was probably why, wasn't it.

They all stiffen as the door creaks and Athena ducks to walk inside. Someone whimpers. Polites doesn't blame him.

She looks at them with Odysseus' eyes, staring around at them once more with a blank expression.

"The continuation of this quest will ruin your kingdom," She says simply, and Polites barely holds back five different protests that will get them all killed.

Penelope stands up, walking to the front. "I will not abandon my husband." She raises her chin, meeting the Goddesses' gaze without fear. "Not ever."

Athena rolls her eyes. Eurylochus chokes, and Polites has to hold back some hysterical mix of a laugh and bursting into tears. Gods, she acts just like him.

"I did not expect you to," She says dryly. "But it will take years, and you can't expect Ithaca to finance your search for that long without a ruler."

Penelope's expression wavers, voice cracking to a whisper. "Years?"

Athena looks remorseful at least when she nods. "Years," She says kindly. Someone puts their head into their hands, but Polites can't tell who, because his vision is blurring out with tears. "He has been blown to the far eastern shores, where the sands stretch over a land a thousand times the size of Sparta. It will take a year alone for him to make it back to the ocean, and Poseidon will fight to keep him away from you all. And by then-"

She closes her eyes and purses her lips, swaying back like someone has dealt her a physical blow. "By then," she continues, steeling herself back to untouchable Goddess. "He will have been of the wild waters for so long that he will be little more than an animal. You will have to catch him, with nets and boats and ropes- and then find a way to bring him back to normal."

They are silent for a while.

"So be it," Eurylochus says, standing up and placing a hand on Penelope's shoulder. He nods to the Goddess, even though he's close enough that Polites can feel him shaking to do it. "What would you counsel us to do for Ithaca in the meantime, Goddess?"

"Ctimene has an equal claim to the throne, as does Penelope," Athena muses. Polites starts and feels the men murmur. Still, who would argue with-

"How will Ctimene rule, though?" Someone pipes up. Nevermind, then. Clearly, Odysseus took everyone's common sense with him when he was rolled off the side of the ship.

Eurylochus snorts before Athena can answer, turning around with a wry smile. "Odysseus may have won us the Trojan War," he tells the lackwitted man. "But never has he once won a single fucking fight with his sister in all the time I've known them. She is a terrifying woman."

Polites feels a laugh slip from him before he can stop it. "She's your wife."

Eurylochus nods grimly. "And I am scared."

"She is rather... shrill." Athena agrees, mouth curling in distaste. "Still, she and you can rule when Penelope is on the waters and the kingdom will not suffer for it. But you cannot both abandon Ithaca to possible invaders."

Penelope sobs and quickly tries to muffle it with a hand, screwing her eyes closed. Polites puts his hand on hers, trying to be reassuring even though his own chest aches. Years.

They will do it, he knows. But still.

"You will find food to eat on these shores," Athena says, turning around. "Ithaca is twelve days west from here."

"Where are you going?" Telemachus pipes up.

A smile props up on Athena's face, small and lacking joy. Cunning and cruel. She still feels so much like Odysseus. "I was dealt a great insult," She tells the child. "And I must return my reply to it."

When they set out the next morning, all the fish in the waters are floating at the surface, dead.

[meirimerens]

I open a hole in earth and it breathes in light.

[weaselishmcdiesel]

Sorry I got a new cat and she just fucking yawned

[do-you-know-this-adhd-character]

Do you know this (noncanon) ADHD character?

Evidence below the cut!

Karlach displays distractibility and diminished attention span, squirms and fidgets regularly (having the most exaggerated and fidgety idle animations of all the origin characters, even), is markedly restless and is often "on the go", is talkative, and speaks impulsively, thus displaying symptoms for combined-type ADHD per DSM-5 criteria.

[megamindsupremacy]

Danny meeting Conner in every DPxDC fic:

[robinfollies]

you’re really special, you’re so next-level! ❤️‍🔥🌈💫

burn pygmalion album art redraw featuring pandora and verity 🫶 the entire album is in my panderity playlist so!! twas inevitable, truly :3c

[c-schroed]

While house-sitting for the Summer Schoolmistress, one can tend some tinctures, and well. The Schoolmistress' handwriting leaves some degrees of freedom.

Reginald. Ever since one specific series of Nuptial Dreams she bought at a Feast of the Rose a long time ago, a character of mine will always react to that name with

[trashogram]

Ok ok i know its kinda late and you’re probably tired of all my ask. BUT! I come with angst!

Which is basically just the Toon Patrol brings Kipper and Picket with them to the Factory (or warehouse idk). And while kipper isn’t paying attention (most likely because he’s goofing off too much) and with the unstable barrels of dip. One of the vats on top fall off and lands directly onto him, effectively covering him in dip. Which leads to him being for better words “dipped”. Once that happens the entire TP freaks out and once they get the vat off there is nothing left but his cap. Picket is traumatized but keeps his mouth shut about it and the TP just tell reader he ran off.

You give me these children just to TAKE ONE AWAY HORRIFICALLY?!?!?!

I still feel awful when that little shoe gets Dipped 😭😭😭

I can only imagine Reader being told he ran away and panicking, begging for the TP to take her with them in the patrol car so that they can all look for Kipper T—T How long are they gonna keep up the charade? Until Reader is hopeless and lost in grief, clutching her two remaining children, one of which is a hollow shell of their former selves but won’t explain why they’re suddenly always terrified?, every night as she futilely hopes her little runaway is at the very least safe somewhere when in reality he just doesn’t exist anymore?!

(Fr I love angst thank you for this even though I am crying T—T also I never tire of your asks! They’re all great ❤️)

[knizuu]

Did I forget to mention Regalia is Fang/Plaza’s rival? . My Fang goes by several names, Plaza being the main one recently! They don’t really fight, more like a verbal battle :> <3

[mikeyway-creates]

I've made a test tube fan kid for Clutch x Nack-

It's just a sketch currently but the idea is there-

[gutsofgold]

I've been trying to decipher what exactly is said during that little in between of We're Taking over The Hall and To Be a Woman when Lesser and Cheryl are fighting and Chief stops them.

From what I can tell, they start swordfighting with cutlery, and what I believe to be an ensemble weasel goes “we’re takin’ over!”, but it COULD be lesser but I'm pretty sure it isn't, and then Chief comes, and he does his little mocking noises thing, breaking them up, and goes "AGH" for some reason but it's fine because we love chief

And then he goes "Cheryl!", (which is the only time in the entire show she's referred to directly with her name and is actually given a name at all) And she squeals, and holds onto chief and those two hop off together

As they're leaving Chief says SOMETHING that I can't make out but I THIIINK it's along the lines of "come on" but even that's a stretch. Unclear whether it's addressed to Lesser or to Cheryl, because I think Chief gestures to Lesser with his hand??

Then you get a nice little shot of Lesser before he jumps off in the same direction as them

[weltato]

I need someone to yell at me about the Wind in the Willows musical pls

It's been going around and around in my brain for a few days now

Ratty & Mole have my heart <33

[aerithisms]

thesis statements!!

[marinerainbow]

GRANNY BOONE AND DAISY DUKE?? Well, I bet I'm going to love Shiny then XDD She sounds great! ^^

I wonder, and I'm sure you knew this was coming but- how would she and Poppy get along? ^^

You know The Dukes of Hazzard!? That's one of my favorite movies!! (I haven't seen the TV show though.) And yeah, Granny Boone is honestly how I imagine Shiny would be if/when she gets older. Mixed with a bit of Stanley Pines.

Poppy and Shiny?? Uh... Wellll ngl I was kind of hoping you'd ask that, but I'm also kinda embarrassed 😅

I'm way too excited you asked this, so I gotta get the REALLY self-indulgent stuff out of the way. I ship them. I ship them hard. Poppy is a closeted bisexual that desperately needs a take-no-shit girlfriend, and Shiny is a raging pan that would adore her soft BAMF gf. I've thought about them together and their dynamic for a looong time honestly 😅

Though if I'm not being as self-indulgent. I like to think they'd be friends ^^ Shiny can easily be a bitch, but she'll be friendly as long as you're friendly too. And you and I both know that Pops doesn't have a mean cell in her body. Shiny knows you gotta be cautious with people, even if they appear kind on the outside. But once she realizes that Poppy genuinely is a caring person who really means no harm, Shiny would be happy to get to know her.

They don't live in the same apartment complex. Shiny has a house on the far side of town. Not to mention her night life; Poppy would be trying to go to sleep by the time Shiny is out working in the club. So the most likely scenario they would meet would be while Shiny is shopping for a new work dress at the boutique (she decided to check the place out after she finally got Smartass to tell her where he got his suit).

Poppy would be pretty surprised with how bold Shiny is, but since she isn't actively being a bitch, Poppy is just shocked momentarily. After it wears off though, she'd actually start to admire Shiny in all honesty. Even if it is surprising to hear all the things Shiny would say, Pops thinks it's so cool that she feels comfortable enough to share her opinions with anybody (*cough* not to mention she thinks she's pretty. Yes, even outside of the ship, Poppy would think Shiny is beautiful)

On Shiny's end, she thinks Poppy is adorable and sweet. Again, it would take her a while to fully trust her, but once she does she would like Poppy. Sure, she's not really used to being around a more reserved crowd, but Pops can handle her (if she can handle the Toon Patrol, then she can definitely handle Shiny). She also wants to bring Poppy out of her shell more; help Poppy become more confident in herself, and understand that she is strong. She's just more quiet/subtle about it than Shiny is. (She would totally flirt with Poppy. She thinks she's a cutie pie.)

(*cough* platonically or romantically, if Shiny ever heard about Henry and Ben, she hates them instantly- especially Ben- and is in Poppy's corner, "Poppy, baby, I love you. But if I ever see those ass-hats, I'm busting their heads onto the curb." "Shiny, please don't." "I ain't gonna go looking for them. I'm just letting you know because I love you.")

Either way, neither of them would mind each other. They have vastly different tastes in entertainment and style, different morals, and lead different lives. But they respect and like each other above it all.

One more thing; since Shiny knows/conducts business with the Toon Patrol, maybe that's how Poppy gets introduced to them? Like maybe they hear that Shiny's getting close to 'the lady at the shop' and decide to see what's up? Or eventually, Shiny decides to just introduce Poppy to hear acquaintances/business partners? What do you think?

Thank you so much for asking about Shiny!!!

[helianyx]

the character in your banner is very cool and is giving me gender envy, who are they, i must know them

oh gosh, you and me both! 🤝 that's actually my OC, Mana! Her appearance was originally based on Djeeta from Granblue Fantasy before she spun into an OC, and the art there was commissioned by AoClover from twitter of her in Final Fantasy XIV.

She is the love of my life and heals me sm (and though she uses primarily she/her she is nb and OK with any pronouns). (I have a whole sideblog dedicated to her + her aesthetic over here and her ff14 tag is here - tho warning for some occasional nsfw) but thank you very much please know that she loves you and would make you delicious baked treats <3<3<3