If You Saw This Last Year, Shhhhh, You Didnt

going back to my roots (drawing bsd men with boobs)

the fact that richard sees/wants us to see judy poovey as sort of dumb, while also seeing/wanting us to see julian morrow as some revolutionary mind when they're having the same damn thoughts is crazy to me

like near the end of the first chapter when we hear some about the class discussion, one of the points julian discusses (in simple terms lol) is how people who tend to bottle things up and stay composed all the time end up causing greater amounts of destruction when they "lose control" than people who allow themselves to lose control on occasion, but he does it with many words and references

and richard is like "wow this is awesome how sick is this guy"

then at the beginning of chapter two, judy poovey is telling richard about the time henry beat the fuck out of spike romney and she says something about how when uptight people lose it they REALLY lose it, but in terms just as simple as those

and richard just goes "yeah, i guess"

which there for sure is something to be said about the way people use words and the difference that use of language has on the way people feel about certain concepts, but you know

also: misogyny, clearly

What's your take on Odysseus's trauma and recovery back in Ithaca?

*looks at all the comics I made*

Lol but really, I realistically expect it to be severely rocky. He’ll have good days, mostly bad days, but what keeps him grounded is of course his family, you know?

But imagine losing your entire fleet under your command...

...only to come back to an entire population of thousands of people, expecting that you will lead them.

What if he fails again?

Two knights fucking pls? Two knights fucking after a tournament plsss?

I went all out on this one 😁

Tension Between Champions

Content: NSFW, (M x M), Enemies to Lovers

His fierce eyes had a fire in them that Damien had never seen before. Mesmorized by them, only visible through the thin slit of his helmet, Damien felt a rush of heat as he admired them from across the arena. Though at first the feeling had been strange and exciting, it soon grew to become an insistent bubbling resentment.

Daring Damien, as the public knew him, was undefeated before he faced the man with the striking gaze. The fascination with his opponent bittered once he had knocked Damien off his horse and out of the top rankings. Jousting was his entire life and this stranger took away everything he had worked for in one fell swoop.

Corbin Burkhardt. From Damien's first loss onwards the mention of Corbin's name made him physically cringe. Despite being dethroned as champion, the public loved the new rivalry that had blossomed between the two. As a result, Daring Damien was matched up against Cunning Corbin time and time again. Throughout all of their competitions they were very close in the amount of wins each had. Their eyes met, their horses dashed, their poles clanked against the other's armor.

What bothered Damien the most about Corbin was his lack of sportsmanship. Not once had he greeted Damien or offered friendly remarks after a joust. He simply bore his eyes into Damien's and walked off the court in silence.

It all came to a boiling point when they were asked to joust in front of the king. Tensions were high, the audience unruly. Damien steeled himself, wanting more than anything to take victory while the king watched. As he raced forward, lance aimed at Corbin, he thought for a split second that he was sure to demount him, that is until a bruising bash knocked the wind out of him and sent him tumbling to the dirt.

Dejected, his eyes met Corbin's, the man staring down at him from up on his saddle. Corbin took his helmet off then, revealing his sharp features and dirty blonde hair. He looked like a god, the sun shining behind him as he gazed down at Damien with an expression of ... pity? Sympathy? Reverence? Damien couldn't tell which it was.

Both were forced to attend the banquet afterwards. They never had a chance to speak before, or at least never attempted to, but Damien was through with battling against this silent knight. Deciding to do his best to ignore his anger towards Corbin he approached him, aiming to strike up a cordial conversation.

"Hel-"

"Don't talk to me." Corbin interrupted.

"I beg your pardon?!" Maybe he had been right to hold a grudge against him.

"You are excused." Not even bothering to look Damien in the eye, he waved him off.

He didn't know what came over himself but he couldn't contain his rage any longer. Damien lifted Corbin out of his seat by the collar of his shirt, both fists tightly bunching up the material. It angered him even further to see Corbin's lack of response, no shock on his face, only a touch of amusement.

"You insolent fucking-"

"Oi!" The barkeep interjected. "Take it outside! I don't get paid enough to scrub your blood off the floorboards after your little tiff."

Damien shoved Corbin back, storming out, though Corbin followed close behind. Once they had rounded the corner of the tavern into the alleyway Corbin questioned Damien.

"What has you so pressed?" His nonchalance only served to irritate Damien further. Corbin stepped closer as Damien rambled.

"You do! You're cocky and rude a-and insufferable! The one time I try to talk to you and you act like a pompous dick!"

Although Damien was scolding him, Corbin closed the distance between them, even getting Damien to backup unknowingly. He trapped him against the outer stone wall of the tavern, Damien glaring daggers at him despite his back pressing into the brickwork.

"Do you really despise me that much?" Corbin tilted his head, his tone curious yet not seemingly hurt by Damien's words, almost as if he knew a secret Damien did not.

"Yes. Ever since I saw your wretched eyes I felt a strong loathing deep inside me."

"Is it loathing? Or possibly... Lusting?" Corbin smirked. Damien's eyes widened at his brash comment.

"Fuck off!"

He tried to shove Corbin away, pushing his shoulders back. Corbin remained unmoved, much to Damien's dismay. Instead of retreating, Corbin snatched Damien's wrists and slammed them above his head against the wall. Their eyes locked, the gaze intense as they studied the emotions swirling behind them.

"I must confess, I was also enamored by your eyes when I first competed against you. But I can't help but wonder..."

Corbin leaned in, his stare shifting down Damien's face, causing his cheeks to flare with an aggressive blush. Suddenly it felt like he couldn't breathe, anticipating what was to come.

"Wonder if I'll be just as enamored by the way your lips feel." He whispered, his mouth ghosting over Damien's.

Without overthinking it, Damien succumbed to the magnetic attraction that buzzed in the air. He kissed Corbin, not harshly, but also not hesitantly. It felt right, like home. Corbin smiled against his lips.

"Not so feisty now, are we?" He teased.

"Shush. Let's go someplace private."

Damien, a tad embarrassed at how easily he caved from his opponent's charm, led him to his tent. He sat on his cot, waiting for Corbin to join him. His longing grew stronger as he saw the same ferocity in his eyes as he had the first time they had met.

Corbin guided Damien to lay down, settling over top of him. His gaze still remained hard to decipher, but Damien swore he could see a sense of yearning within them.

They kissed, lips connecting, tongues intertwining. The two embraced each other, sharing a vulnerability never shown on the jousting stage. Every whimper and moan spurred them on, their bodies growing hotter.

Corbin snaked a hand down to the bulge in Damien's pants, earning a gasp. Corbin pulled back a bit, just enough to study his face.

"Is this alright?" Corbin asked with no hint of mockery or ill-will in his voice.

"Y-yes. I want to, it's just..."

"What plagues your mind? You can trust me."

"I have never entangled with a man before."

"I see. Well, if you would grant me the honour I would love to explore this new experience with you." Corbin's words were syrupy sweet, intoxicating as he traced his fingers down Damien's jawline.

"Alright. Show me what to do."

"For now simply enjoy yourself. And do let me know if you wish to stop at anytime for any reason, yes?"

"Of course." Damien blushed at how kind Corbin had become when earlier in the night at the tavern he had been so cold.

Crawling down his body, Corbin maintained eye contact as he peeled down his trousers and undergarments. Damien's eager cock sprung free, the tip a rouge hue leaking pearlescent pre-cum.

"Gotten this aroused just from little old me?" Corbin teased, face to face with his member.

"I- uh ... yes." He couldn't deny the effect Corbin had on him, both in and out of the arena.

"Shall I remedy this ... affliction I have given you?"

Damien nodded, focus transfixed on the man nestled between his thighs. Corbin ghosted his hands over his cock, gently stroking and sending shivers throughout Damien. He caressed the organ, committing to memory every ridge and vein along its length. Damien's breathing had already become shallow, his heart racing, as he savoured the attention to his aching dick.

"Oh!" Damien gasped, surprised by the sensation of Corbin's tongue licking up his shaft, from the base to the head. He kitten-licked it a few times before flicking his tongue over the tip. The taste of his salty pre-cum elicited a satisfied hum as it hit Corbin's tastebuds.

Peering up at Damien he began to take him in his mouth, circling his warm tongue around and around. The sight was incredibly erotic, making it hard for Damien to stop himself from exploding then and there.

Working down the length, getting more of his cock into his tight throat, Corbin finally had all of him inside, his pubic hair brushing against his nose. Overwhelmed with pleasure, Damien tangled his fingers in Corbin's hair, holding him down on his dick for a moment longer. Corbin popped off with a wide grin painted across his face.

"If you like you can guide my head however you wish. I will tap your leg if I need a breather."

Holding either side of Corbin's head Damien started off slow, sliding his throat up and down his length. He found a motion that was irresistible and quickly devolved into rapidly thrusting into that spot in Corbin's mouth. Frantic, he chased his high, occasionally stopping to lift the disheveled man up to get air, webs of slobber connecting his lips to his cock. Corbin easily took the skull fucking, clearly well practiced.

When Damien couldn't hold back any longer he pushed Corbin's head all the way down, burying his cock in his throat as he released his seed. He groaned as warm ropes of cum flowed into his stomach, Corbin's eyes rolling back.

Damien finally removed Corbin from his dick, a dopey smile beaming as he held the man's face with admiration in his eyes. With a tender touch, Damien wiped Corbin's mouth clean using his thumb. The caring gesture stunned Corbin, though he quickly shook it off.

Corbin got up, heading to exit the tent when Damien stopped him.

"Wait! Would you...like to stay here with me a while longer? Perhaps to relax and converse?" Damien asked nervously.

Mistaking Corbin's look of bewilderment for discomfort, Damien frantically tried to back pedal.

"By no means feel obligated to agree! I understand if you wish to retire for the night alone."

"No, no. I would love to stay. I apologize for my hesitancy. Previous partners I had been intimate with disliked when I overstayed my welcome. I have never been asked to enjoy one another's company after doing the deed." Corbin sounded forlorned in his recollection of times past but quickly gained a boost to his demeanor as he went to join Damien in the tiny cot.

There they cuddled close, appreciating the coziness that came so easily amoungst them. Sharing stories of their pasts and discussing dreams for the future, the two knights remained together in the tent until the morning sun rose over the horizon.

Bunny Corcoran be like “I know a spot” and then scams you with a 300$ bill in an expensive restaurant

my theory for what henry whispered to camilla is "kitten, i'll be honest. daddy's about to kill himself"

Why is tsh literally just

Judy: uhm I think those guys are sociopaths with no moral compass and are close to being a cult you should probably stay away from them

Richard: omg tweed sign me up

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ATSUSHI IS AKUTAGAWA'S REASON TO LIVE???? THAT ATSUSHI IS THE ONE TO REPLACE DAZAI IN A SPACE THAT IMPORTANT IN AKUTAGAWA'S HEART?????? IM SORRY???????

Wait something really fun about TFOTA that just hit me is that neither Cardan nor Jude know how mortals flirt.

Imagine both of them visiting the mortal world and they're at a mall or something, someone just starts flirting with Cardan and he is so confused like "Why is this mortal speaking to me this way?" And then Jude shows up and Cardan goes "Hey so this weird thing happened do you know what that was about?" And Jude is just as confused like "I don't know?????"

Jude entering Vivi's apartment while Oak is showing Cardan videogames and she goes "Some dude told me to 'Work It' on my way back?" And Cardan looks up and goes "Was there anything you needed to work?" And she just goes "No I went to by Adderall?" Oak is just trying so hard not to burst out laughing.

Someone shouts at Cardan "Babe you're SMOKING!" and he just turns to the group and goes "Why did that person call me a baby and said I'm burning??"

Someone starts flirting with them and goes "Do you beautiful and your pretty butch partner want to join me?" And Jude goes "Where do you think you're taking us? And are you referring to my husband?" And Cardan is just "Join you where? What's a butch?"

They'd be both so confused it's hilarious to imagine it🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣