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shout out to the 2 gay ibenese men tyrion hired in acok to guard shae. good for them.
Hyacinthus was a hero in Sparta. Dark eyes, dark skin, dark hair but a pure heart. A heart so pure and bright that it caught the attention of the sun God himself. Apollo was everything that Hyacinthus was not. He had sun-kissed skin, hair like the sun and the sun in his eyes and like everything he was, Apollo's heart burned like the sun; his passion was fiery like the sun as was his nature. He was simply like the sun.
The sun was high and pure and ever shuns evil and searches for the pure. No wonder Apollo fell for Hyacinthus.
Whenever he dragged the sun with his chariot his eyes would search for Hyacinth from afar. He saw many suitors who came for the hero, women of great nobility, men of great strength and Gods who controlled the winds. Yet, the hero refused them all, sending them back to their homes with the strings in their hearts snapped.
He had a companion a man called Thamyris. Apollo could see how much the man loved him and how Hyacinthus was oblivious to his affection and treated him like one would do with a brother.
Not able to control his desires and affections Apollo approaches Hyacinthus. First they were good friends; Apollo taught him to shoot arrows, to write poetry, to play the lyre, to mix herbs and instead Hyacinthus showed Apollo happiness. Despite Apollo being handsome like his father he never had any great luck in love. He was charming, sure. But love? That was something Apollo couldn't fully grasp. Then again, not a lot of mortals did either.
The first time Hyacinthus kissed Apollo was when they sleeping beside each other, thinking that the God was asleep. Apollo however was not, he was awake and returned the gesture. Neither knew that would be the beginning of the end.
Apollo like many of the other Gods wished to impress his lover. It was a simple sport. To see who threw the discus further.
Hyacinthus threw for a reasonable distance, and smiled. Apollo threw it so far that it split the clouds in the skies. Apollo smiled as Hyacinthus threw his head back and cheered. And like many , Hyacinthus wished to impress his better half as well.
As the discus came down Hyacinthus moved to catch it. Only for it to ricochet and hit his head. Apollo saw as the discus came down and saw as it hit Hyacinthus' head and saw as he fell with his name on his lips.
The world always moved slow for Apollo but the moments before he fell seemed as though it moved faster. As though time was afraid that it can't kill Hyacinthus while Apollo was with him and had to hurry.
The God of healing was not able to heal the man he loves, he could only watch in horror as the blood seeped into the earth. Hyacinthus did not shudder or seize in his death, he was calm and silent with his eyes closed, only inhaling and exhaling softly. When Hyacinthus breathed his last, Apollo screamed. He screamed so loud that the nymphs ran away to their ponds and lakes, that the Sun set early that day and the moon was afraid to take its place.
He pulled at his blond hair and clutched Hyacinthus so close hoping he can breath life into him. He called out to his father asking him to take away his immortality, what was immortality without Hyacinth? He called onto all the Gods asking them to take his life, what was the reason to live on this wretched plane that has cast out Hyacinthus?
No one answered him. No God did.
Apollo didn't want to do his funeral rites. He didn't want to bury him so that he could cross river Styx and stand before the three judges. So, Apollo whispered. He whispered with his magic and Hyacinthus slowly turns into a flower.
Apollo looks at the flower before leaving. Pure and beautiful, that was how Hyacinth always has been. Even beyond his death.
ACHILLES AND PATROCLUS.
This is a story you all know well. Beautiful and tragic this story is. The Greeks loved men and women alike. It did not matter to them a person's gender. Achilles was the prince. The son of a Goddess and a King. The best of Greeks. The best of men.
When Achilles first laid eyes upon Patroclus, he didn't look like much. He was covered in dirt and grime because of his long and excruciating travel. Achilles's father had welcomed him, told Achilles that Patroclus was a prince like him but he no longer was. Achilles did not care for all that, he was more intrigued by the quiet boy.
Becoming friends with Patroclus was easy as breathing for him. Patroclus knew when to pull him back if he should go too far and knew when to encourage him. Peleus didn't bother separating them both, instead, sent them both to Chiron.
The centaur had taken one look at them and knew what would become of them. Achilles who was fast, relentless and unforgiving, and Patroclus who was silent, soft and forgiving, Chiron had looked at them and saw their end even before they had begun. But he had guarded his silence and taught both his students to be great. He knew that they were destined for greatness, like he knew about Jason and about Heracles. He, also, knew that Jason's naive behaviour and Heracles's pride would be their downfall. Just as he knew that Achilles's pride and Patroclus's heart would be theirs.
When Thetis came, Chiron was tempted to send her away, to protect his students who he had come to cherish. Chiron knew that Thetis came with the news of war, the news of death.
Both Achilles and Patroclus bowed to him and promised that they would come visit him after the war was over. Chiron had simply nodded, not telling them that neither would make it back.
Achilles marveled at everything the ships, the soldiers, the sea. After Odysseus had brought him from the island he was hiding as a woman, everyone had told Achilles that he would be the reason for their victory. Not only because, he had taken the oath of Tyndareus, not because only someone with his blood can breach the walls but because he was the best fighter. He was the warrior who was to lead them towards victory. He was the best of Greeks. But Achilles knew that he would win, because Patroclus was beside him.
One thousand ships and fifty thousand soldiers, Achilles thought, but the war will be won by Patroclus and I.
Patroclus didn't join him for the raids around Troy. He chose to stay behind at camp to help the healers. Achilles knew that Patroclus wasn't weak by any measure, he knew that he had also taken the Oath of Tyndareus but he was baffled by the notion of Patroclus not wanting glory, not wanting honor.
When Achilles brought Briseis to their tent Patroclus hadn't said anything. He treated her as he would treat a friend and not a spoil of war. Achilles had like Briseis, he had brought her here to spite Agamemnon but he still had liked her, but she could not be compared to the man who held his heart.
When the war began, Achilles saw a part of Patroclus that he hadn't seen before. A chilling, brutal and a cruel part of him. Patroclus fought like that was his last fight, he killed mercilessly and terrifyingly. Achilles had fought all his fights knowing that he would win, Patroclus fought all his fights like he was afraid that he would die. Achilles did not understand how he could miss this side of his Patroclus, he had mistaken his silence and withdrawal as cowardness when it simply had been preservation. Patroclus had been more deadly in battle than Achilles.
When Agamemnon disrespected him, he withdraws from battle, knowing that without him they can't win and without him Patroclus wouldn't fight. He was content with watching men burn, he didn't care whether they were Greeks or Trojans. He knew that in the end, after Agamemnon has fallen, after Hector has fallen, him and Patroclus would rule everything.
Men come and plead with him, soldiers who are less and great alike. Odysseus pleads for his intervention so that the war would end and he can go to his wife, Diomedes does not want to watch his men getting slaughtered, Nestor wants too see his country before he dies, Menelaus apologizes in the place of Agamemnon and many more come to his tent but he turns them all away.
Patroclus is the last one to plead. He pleads him to join the fight and Achilles is so stunned. Patroclus never spoke against him or his wishes. When Patroclus told that he was wrong, when Patroclus was pulling him back it meant that he was in the wrong. That he was at fault. Achilles didn't want to admit this, instead he tells Patroclus that perhaps he should fight without him. They don't touch or speak with each other throughout the night.
The next evening there was screaming, violent screams. The Trojans had a son of Zeus beside them! Prince Hector was leading the charge with the son of Zeus! They are trying to break into the camp! The news stuns Achilles but it alarms Patroclus. He pleads him again, not for him to join the fight but to send him instead. Achilles puts his armour and gives him his sword. Come back, he tells him, come back to me. When the Greeks see Achilles's golden armour shining through the night, they rejoice knowing that they will win now. Messengers run to the camp at varied times, he didn't wish to watch the fight, knowing that he might be tempted to join. He hears their whispers, Achilles has killed the son of Zeus, Achilles has driven away the Trojans from the camp, Achilles is pursuing Prince Hector. After the last one, the whispers stop. Achilles could hear the faint cries of battle beyond the camp.
When the cries stop, Achilles wonders why he doesn't hear the cry of victory and joy. At dawn the soldiers arrive, Agamemnon is the first to enter his tent and before he could tell him to leave Odysseus, Nestor and Diomedes enter and Menelaus enters last. The gently set down a body they had been carrying, Achilles thinks that Agamemnon has killed Briseis and before he can lash out at him, he hears Menelaus say, he fought well. He. It was Patroclus.
Achilles uncovers the shroud. He looks at them and wishes for their death. They leave silently. Achilles washes him, puts him on their bed and slides in next to him. Like this he pretends that they are back in Chiron's camp and that Patroclus is sleeping like the dead because of the hard training they had endured.
And he dreams, oh Gods, he dreams. He dreams of Patroclus, he dreams of his touch, his smile, his kindness. Those dreams leave his body aching in the morning. He goes in and out of consciousness. He dreams of Patroclus dying, he dreams of Hector striking him and finally, he dreams that he is the one who kills Patroclus.
He kills Hector the next day. They fight all day long and Hector runs from him in the hopes of meeting his son for the last time. A river God rose to protect Hector but Achilles's rage is so overwhelming that he defeats the God. The winds murmur, he can hear what they are saying. He has defeated a God! He will kill all Trojans. The war mustn't end this soon! He drags Hector's body around Troy. To show them that this was their Prince but now another dead body. He knows he is angering the Gods further but Achilles doesn't care. What was victory without Patroclus beside him?
The stench of Patroclus fills the tent but he still sleeps there, on their bed. His dreams will either be of their times together or it will be Achilles killing him. He realizes one day- after a horrid dream where Patroclus curses him for his death, although he knows that Patroclus would never do that, he still wishes that he had- Patroclus did die because of him. Not only because of his pride but because Patroclus had no reason in the first place to be here, Patroclus had been a prince when he had taken the Oath of Tyndareus but he hadn't been a prince now. He hadn't had any reason to go to Chiron as well. He had simply followed Achilles wherever he had gone. Achilles did kill him. That thought breaks Achilles beyond repair.
He dreams again, this time he is in their tent and Patroclus walks in and kneels before him. Patroclus places his hand on his cheek and Achilles leans into his touch. You have to let me go, Patroclus says, let me go, Achilles.
No, Achilles clutches his arm, you said you would come back.
Patroclus smiles at him. The smile is clear and beautiful, unlike his previous blurry dreams. Achilles, he calls his name, you have to let me go.
Achilles washes Patroclus again and sets a funeral pyre for him. Whole of the Greek army attends to pay their respects. Patroclus, he says his name like a prayer, the best of Greeks, the best part of me.
After that Achilles fights aimlessly, he doesn't fight to win but he doesn't lose either. Achilles sees Apollo next to Prince Paris- Hector's brother and the man who started this war- Apollo's smile is sick and frightening but Achilles wasn't frightened. To him it was warm and welcoming since it held the promise of death. Paris set his arrow loose while Apollo carried it. Right in his heel. Right where his body is weak. He falls and closes his eyes.
He doesn't care about the Trojans or the Greeks or winning. It had only mattered to him when Patroclus was at his side. Patroclus had followed him all his life, it was time for Achilles to follow him to death. Patroclus smiles at him when he sees him. Patroclus, he says, I missed you and I'm here.
these two have been plaguing my brain for 4 months straight so i had to finally draw them together
Love language.
Luka and Lucy's love language are the silent gazes between them.
The amused ones amidst family and the steadfast ones during a fight.
It's something that exists there in plain sight, when they catch each other's eyes across the room, it's a quiet haven, a world of their own right there in the daily squabbles and chaos of the cove.
A gaze that constantly finds the other as they check on them, drinking in the reactions.
Sometimes they miss each other's sight by a moment, where she just saw him laughing in the garden with Killian and she smiles to herself at the sight before turning away to tell vanessa something.
That's when the ravenette looks at her and stills in his actions with the child. He's lost in the way Lucy is engrossed in her work, aiding nessa to get hers done. He finds her refreshing, like a breath of spring in his dazed mornings and he smiles despite himself, grinning from ear to ear until killi calls for him.
THATS what my power couple has!
Just a reminder to go thank youre older sister's today cause I've just learnt they do not get enough credit despite practically raising you and they definitely didn't deserve to be treated like adults when they were just kids too. This is comming from a middle child who watched her sister suffer for not being academically gifted despite raising me and my younger sister, when our parents were busy working.
Seriously because they really do not get enough credit in society and no matter how mad and stubborn they are it's what they needed to survive and it took me a while to understand that (ofc if theyre assholes then dont thank them but being the eldest daughter is hard work)
to whom it may aggravate
read it on ao3
to: njosten@denverbulldogs.com
from: kevinday@seattlestingrays.com
ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?????
Kindest regards,
Kevin Day
to: kevinday@seattlestingrays.com
from: njosten@denverbulldogs.com
First of all, yes, I am, but you already knew that, so I don't know why you asked. Second of all, if this is about what I think it is, are you going to tell me I'm wrong? You've seen the interviews. Evans has been talking shit about me for weeks. Would a smart man have not taken the opportunity to say something back?
With love,
Neil <3
to: njosten@denverbulldogs.com
from: kevinday@seattlestingrays.com
YES. There is a difference between defending yourself and saying, and I quote, "While I appreciate the constructive criticism, Carl, I'm going to have to pass on shoving my exy stick up my ass. Did you follow your own advice? Is that why you move around the court like you have a 12-inch pole up there? My mother could play better than you, and I burned her body and buried it in the sand."
You are completely fucking crazy. Are you trying to lose your career? Do you want to die? Because that's what will happen when you lose your position. Ichirou will kill you, and then he'll kill me for not preventing your mess. I can't keep defending you like this.
Exhaustingly yours,
Kevin-extremely-tired-of-your-shit-Day
to: kevinday@seattlestingrays.com
from: njosten@denverbulldogs.com
Andrew is laughing. You just told me I'm going to die, and Andrew is laughing. Are you still single? I'm feeling extremely unloved and unappreciated right now and I want someone who will treat me right.
Anyway, I don't think Evans will respond because he's a little bitch, so we should be OK *thumbs up*.
I asked Drew how to put the little pictures in messages and he laughed at me again. I really am going to leave him. Do you want to come over for dinner? Maybe seeing me with a new man will make him realize how lucky he is to have me.
Your new bf,
Neil ;)
to: njosten@denverbulldogs.com
from: kevinday@seattlestingrays.com
I am in Washington. You are in Colorado. I am in another state and you want me to come over for dinner?
I'll be there on Friday if you can convince Andrew to make that pasta from last time.
As for your other question, no, I am not "still single" and you knew that. Jean and I skyped with you and Andrew literally last night. Nice color on the kitchen walls, by the way. Much better than that shit green color you used to have (do NOT tell Andrew I said that). Next, you should change the orange walls in the guest bedroom before I have a heart attack.
Un-Bitchless,
Kevin
to: kevinday@seattlestingrays.com
from: njosten@denverbulldogs.com
First, you make demands about what should be on the dinner menu and then you insult my home? I don't want to be your boyfriend, after all. You're worse than Andrew. I'll be sending Jean my sincerest apologies.
Also, I told him. He says to watch your back when you come over. You didn't hear it from me but I think he plans on coloring all of your white clothing in with black marker. Maybe pack only dark clothing? I don't think we have enough stain remover.
Oh yeah, I forgot about Jean. Well, not really, but you guys had that weird period of time where you were dating-not-dating, so sometimes I forget you're dating-dating now. How is he doing? Still French? I can't believe you fell for a French man, that's so embarrassing. That's like falling for a British man, but slightly better. Thank God Jean isn't British.
I asked Andrew to imagine Jean with a British accent and now he's laughing. Do you think I should switch my day job to being a comedian?
Ha. Day.
Anyway, reply to my text message. I sent you a link to a documentary on birds and you didn't even have the decency to leave me on read. Bitch.
Definitely not British,
Neil
to: njosten@denverbulldogs.com
from: kevinday@seattlestingrays.com
I can not believe I was foolish enough to think you would actually recommend, much less watch, a documentary on actual birds. This is about the Birds Aren't Real movement.
The birds are not watching you through your windows and reporting back to the government, Neil.
You're dead to me. Andrew has been blowing up my phone all day with vaguely threatening and very disturbing images. My captain saw one on accident earlier and now she won't look me in the eye. Where does he even find these things? Do you think he takes them himself? Maybe that's what he's doing when he's out there driving his asshole car by himself.
. . . Don't tell him I said that either.
Yes, Jean is still French. You talk big for someone who is most definitely British, Mr. Josten. Don't think I've forgotten your mother's side of the family. You can't escape.
Not British OR French,
Kevin
to: kevinday@seattlestingrays.com
from: njosten@denverbulldogs.com
Ok, but are you going to tell me that you didn't enjoy the documentary? You watched the entire thing, didn't you? ;)
You don't know that. Just this morning I was watering the plants on the balcony and there was a bird on the railing, watching me with its beady eyes. It didn't move. I know it was a robot.
Just this once, I'll keep my mouth shut and only because I don't want to have to listen to you bitch when you come over and he won't let you drive the car anymore. Speaking of, hurry up and book your flight already. Sir keeps pawing at the door to the guest bedroom. She hasn't seen her uncle in weeks. You've abandoned her.
(Don't think I don't know that you bribed her for her love with treats. You sick, sick man.)
Bird hater,
Neil
to: njosten@denverbulldogs.com
from: kevinday@seattlestingrays.com
I will neither confirm nor deny that statement.
I booked my flight for early tomorrow morning so I should be there by the afternoon. We should get lunch at that sandwich place we went to last time. The one a block from your apartment, not the one near the mall. One of the waitresses keeps writing her number on all of my napkins despite me telling her multiple times that I'm taken. Jean finds it hilarious. Traitor.
I will not let you spread lies about me. It's not my fault that I'm a cat whisperer and Sir and King took to me immediately. Do you think I could teach them to play exy? I wonder if I could create a cat exy league.
Sir's favorite,
Kevin
to: kevinday@seattlestingrays.com
from: njosten@denverbulldogs.com
You are NOT Sir's favorite!!!! Stay away from my daughter!!
I'll still be at practice when you get in so Andrew will pick you up at the airport, but I'll be done by the time you guys get back so we can still get lunch.
I agree with Jean, it IS hilarious. Especially when you get all red like a tomato, it's cute. OMG, I should send Jean all the pictures I took. I bet he'd appreciate them.
Kevin. My dear friend. I do not say this often, and you know this, so I think you will under the gravity of this situation.
You are a genius.
Do you think they sell cat-sized jerseys, or will we have to get them custom made? We're going to have to find other cats to enlist in our team. Do you know any?
Andrew just read this over my shoulder and said he hates the both of us and he'll never make his pasta for us again if we go through with it.
(We'll do it when he's not home.)
Oops. He saw that too.
I'll convince him, don't worry. I think we're on to something.
First ever cat exy team manager,
Neil
to: njosten@denverbulldogs.com
from: kevinday@seattlestingrays.com
Sorry, I was bust packing for most of the night then Jean and I watched a movie. Do NOT send Jean those photos. He'll never leave me alone.
Andrew just picked me up and he keeps giving me the side eye. I think he's still sour about the comments about your choice in wall color. He can't be too mad though because I managed to convince him to let me connect to the bluetooth.
Andrew would like me to inform you that I have bad music taste.
He's a liar. If he hated it, he would've turned it off by now. I even caught him tapping his fingers against the steering wheel a few times.
Andrew would also like me to inform you that I'm making that up.
(I'm not.)
I asked Jean and he thinks we'll have to get the jerseys custom made, but that's not the biggest issue. What about the sticks? Do we teach them to hold miniature ones, or do we change up the rules? I think a few of my teammates have cats. Not sure if they'd be interested, though. If they say no, I can get Jean to say ominous things to them in French.
With impeccable music taste,
Kevin
to: kevinday@seattlestingrays.com
from: njosten@denverbulldogs.com
Don't tell Andrew I told you this, but I've heard some of the songs you've recommended him on his playlists. He's probably just too embarrassed to admit you have good taste. What a silly little man
(ABSOLUTELY DO NOT TELL HIM I CALLED HIM THAT.)
Anyway. I refuse to be vulnerable in person so you will read this only in this email and will not mention it to me verbally at all.
I missed having you around.
It's nice living with Andrew obviously, but sometimes I get a little nostalgic about how things were in college. You're annoying as all hell, but you're also my best friend. It sucks that you're three states away. You're kicking ass out there though!
I'm proud of you.
Uh.
I think teaching cats to hold sticks would be too hard. We should probably just change the rules around a little.
Best bestie in the world,
Neil
to: njosten@denverbulldogs.com
from: kevinday@seattlestingrays.com
You're so shitty. If Andrew walks in on me tearing up in your kitchen right now I'll never forgive you.
I've missed having you around too.
My new teammates are great and all, but no one gets on my last nerve like you do. Sometimes, in the middle of a game, I'll turn around to pass and expect you to be right there, waiting to catch it.
Actually, I feel like this is as good as a time as any. I'm transferring to the Denver Bulldogs next season. Jean and I have been looking around and we've finally found a place to live. It's actually just a few blocks away from your apartment.
Also.
Jean and I are getting married. Don't give me shit for not telling you, he only asked me like. Two days ago. And I may have had a slight breakdown. But we're fine.
Jean will never let me hear the end of it for asking you over email but.
Will you be my best man?
Best-best bestie in the world,
Kevin
to: kevinday@seattlestingrays.com
from: njosten@denverbulldogs.com
ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?????
Of course I will, dumbass. I'm going to join you in crying in the kitchen. And to hit you for asking me over email.
The best best man,
Neil
Set Me Free 10 | myg
ā„ā„ Pairing: yoongi x reader
ā„ā„ Genre: arranged marriage au, angst, fluff, smut
ā„ā„ Summary: Growing up as the sole heiress to your fatherās fortune wasnāt all that it was cracked up to be. In desperate need to escape your home life, you enter into an unexpected arrangement with the infamous Min Yoongi. Will the both of you be able to find freedom, happiness and possibly love?
ā„ā„ Chapter Title: Les AmantsĀ
ā„ā„ Word Count: 10.2K
ā„ā„ Chapter Warnings: mentions of blood and injury, physical altercations, kidnapping, cursing, toxic parents, making out,Ā unprotected penetrative sex, blindfolded sex (idk what to tag this as lol), praise kink, semi-public sex
ā„ā„ Authorās Notes: Hi everyone! First of all, let me say how sorry I am for not updating for a few months. I guess I sort of took a hiatus without even realizing it, but I am back now and I canāt wait to share the last few chapters with you. For those who stuck with me this long, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I have the next chapter almost done too, so hopefully the updates will be faster this time around. The inspiration for this chapter comes from the painting, Les Amants by Rene Magritte. Itās a beautiful painting so please check it out if you havenāt already. It shows a picture of two lovers who are blinded from each other. Similarly, this chapter has a theme ofĀ āblindnessā and not seeing things for what they truly are throughout so hope you enjoy. Thank you again for everyone who has shown this story so much love. You mean the world to me <3
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Love is blindness. You can see that now, sinking into the dark corners of what might as well be a strangerās car, safe for the neglected bloodline that still ties you together. In fact, in some ways, itās this very connection to blame for your early misconceptions of love.Ā
See, for as long as you could remember, love was a peculiar, little thing. Love was your mother turning a blind eye on all the evil that festered within your father, despite what she knew to be true deep within her heart. Love was your fatherās endless manipulation masked under the guise of protection, preventing you from living the life you have always wanted. Love was simply an eyes-wide-shut, no-questions asked affliction.Ā
But that was before Yoongi.Ā
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- charade, 10 (m) ; kth
fake dating au, roommates au, 5.8k
note:Ā thisā¦was a Lot to write. good lord. like my brain is fried now i need to sleep for a week. between writing this and having covid and hobiās new song? my brain left the building.
warnings:Ā loss of virginity, fingering, oral (f receiving), cock bulging (?), missionary, oc has a dirty talk kink, praise kink, taehyung is kinda dom but heās also literally insane for oc soā¦, mention of revenge porn, slut shaming etc.
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The rest of the weekend at Taehyungās momās farm passes far too quickly, and soon enough youāre thrust back into reality, though with the added perk of making out with your roommate whenever you want.Ā
Taehyung, much to your frustration, is true to his word about taking you out. He never moves to take things further than kissing, even manoeuvring your body in his lap so you donāt feel the press of his erection against his jeans, or pulling away before things get too heated.Ā
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please Bungie, let them kiss in the Final shape š„ŗš lore would be good...but a high res cutscene? Even better.
KISS KISS KISS
*slams fist on table* get that baby i new bow!
Little test animatic thing
Poor boys just want to feel pretty
Comic version below the cut
these two little bastards live in my house and keep shredding the toilet paper
Can you imagine jon/Martin finding out about tma and getting to see the fandom and how thousands of people love their tragic story and love them despite it all.
Like Jonathan sims, who ended the world. Who is so crippled with guilt and self loathing. Sees how many people love him and have written ESSAYS about how it wasnāt his fault. Jon who isnāt human anymore but clings to it with every ounce of strength, finding out that thereās an entire fandom who loves him even (especially) as a monster, who celebrate and draw him with as many eyes as possible. Jon finding out that thousands of people love him even with all his sins.
Martin, whoās been alone his entire life. Who doesnāt think heās worth worrying over. Finding out how many people would die just to get a cuppa from him. Him finding out that the entirety of the fandom just wants to experience a Martin hug. That thereās an entire fandom of people who think he deserves so much happiness and friends and love. Martin who gets to see people realize how clever and intelligent he actually is, who credit him where credit is due and then some.
Just them finding out that thousands have heard their story and flaws and love them