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I made another one and added some 'details' in pen. And I thought you might like to see it.

I did some of Squirrel as, well, a squirrel, too. But those are for tomorrow.

And i do not wanna do this same post twice so I'm tagging you again @gwalch-mei

Well ladies and gentleman, i fear everything i have to offer you - for now - is this really simple drawing of silly bear Gawain in his green knight's helmet. But literally.

And here's him whitout the helmet. The picture is linda bad, sorry.

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@gwalch-mei i don't know but my head is telling me you would like this for some reason

Ooh i love those! (We clearly have a hyper fixation on snakes and tattoos here, don't we, Tavo?) Anyways, Thanks for the tag @lancedoncrimsonwings! Tagging @warlocklawyer666 @dinogod @moyavince and ANYONE who wants to participate!

Four photos on my camera roll that aren't selfies

First one is obviously my princess, my queen, my baby, my royalty, my goddess and sweetness, thing i would kill and die for no matter If mortal or devine. My precious dog, Kaya.

Second is a photo of the table after an afternoon coffee with my cousins at home and we had already finished eating everything.

Third is a bush with a flower that I found beautiful at my cousin's house. (Yes, I spend a lot of time at my cousin's house, so what? He's my favorite.)

And fourth is simply the most beautiful cloudy sunrise I have ever seen in my life. And if I'm not mistaken the photo was taken one day after I made my altar to Apollo. I LOVED this photo and it's simply my favorite so far.

Tagged by @whoiisshe to share four photos from my phone that are not selfies.

Thank youu 💌

i tag: @mo-tsvetkov @mondo-grosso @nismo-na-filmu-zaboga @led-sam-a-gorim2 @i-sta-cemo-sad @t-d-m-e-b @tiha-odiseja @classical-vanity @cudimsejatebi @adisharoney @g-gor

I got better. I'm gonna post a new chapter? No. I'm going to do more random scenarios with a head-canon that's not mine.

So found out i was not really sick, i was passing through emotional fever. Which is when you are not physically sick, but when you receive some horrible stimulus - like fear; sadness; anger; anxiety; etc. - excessively, and your brain gets sick. What affects your body and makes you feel symptoms such as fever, headache and etc. I stayed like that for about three days and now i'm better. What am i gonna do? More scenarios whit Tova's head-canon.

Galahad’s pov.

Galahad always knew who his father was, the horrible weeping monk, his mother made sure of making that clear to him, even if he didn't really know why. When he heard that his father was a horrible man, he thought it was because he was an ugly person. It was far from his head about the things his father did.

He didn't know about the atrocities his father committed until two springs ago, when he asked his mother and grandfather to let him spend some time at his house, and his mother went completely crazy. She started saying how bad the idea was and tried to persuade him to stay with her, when she saw that it wasn't working she threw everything she could. Mom was desperate, she seemed possessed by something, and began to scream in tears that he was a horrible man who killed and tortured his own kind and that Galahad should not go to his house, or he would suffer until he left there.

He got terrified and ran to his room to escape his overprotective mother's tears. He couldn't believe it, he thought the horrible man his father was was just because he didn't look good, not that.

Now, two springs later, he was brought into the fey resistance when he lost from his mother, and was living with his father; a boy the same age as him, but much more energetic and who wouldn't shut up, he liked him, the name his was Squirrel, but his father called him Percival when he did something wrong; And another man, older than his father, he is dark-skinned, and with a bit of fat under his big muscles. Galahad thinks he swears excessively and drinks too much, but he is very nice and admirable. His name is Gawain, he is the hero fey, the green knight. But the only green thing about him is his eyes.

It has been three lunar cycles since they all began living under the same roof, and Galahad had taken note of a few things. Squirrel has a very light hand, so I have to keep my things well; Gawain is gluttonous and shows a lot of physical affection towards my father, but they are not lovers; And my father is nothing like i believed.

His father wasn't an ugly man, in fact really pretty, and he looked much more like him than with his mother. He had few tear marks, but Galahad didn't have any either, so it didn't matter much. His hair was still auburn, so he probably wasn't even in his thirties, which meant he became a father at a very young age. His real name was Lancelot, which in their fey mother-language meant “To Protect/Serve” or “Earth’s fire.”

Lancelot did not deny that he committed horrible things against his own kind that he would never forgive himself or expect to be forgiven. Gawain kept saying that if the gods forgive him, he should forgive himself, but that doesn't mean much into Ash culture. The gods are not always right, they make mistakes, like we do.

He learned many things about his father, and things he likes to do with him. Very often people question whether his father is really his father, he doesn't know the conditions under which he was conceived, but he’s sure he is Lancelot's son. They have the same blue eyes, the same golden streaks among the red in their hair, except that his father's hair is darker due to age, the same body type, the same smile. The only things he inherited from his mother were his facial shape and skin tone. But other people didn't know that, so their dialogue most of the time went like this:

“Who’s your parents?” Someone asks

“My father’s Lancelot.” I respond, and the confusion rises in their faces

“... Like… in the weeping monk?” 

“Former weeping monk.” I promptly defend. That wasn't my father's title, so I don't see why people should insist on using it.

“Are you-”

“Yes.”

“But you two-”

“We’re gonna look more alike when I grow.”

“You have-”

“I’m gonna get my marks when my first rituals are done.”

“...”

“Stop questioning it. He is my father.”

“... okay. Sorry.”

They were always the same questions. They didn't even need to go beyond two words for me to know what they were going to say. Sometimes I even joked that no, he wasn't my father and I was just a child that he kidnapped and started taking care of, and then denied it. But it didn't matter what anyone else thought or said, Lancelot is my father. And he had a feeling he was starting to really like it.

His mother didn't have time to braid his hair every night before bed, he didn’t balme her, she was a single mom. His father on the other hand. Today he did a simple braid, the kind that didn't squeeze his head, his hair was always curly in the morning. He might not be the best dad, but he was trying. And now he has a brother! He was noisy, but still, he loved him. He loved his new family in every detail. Well, maybe not the murderous part, but that’s aside.

Ashfolk red-heads are my love now. So sorry, but i'll keep stelling this very often. @lancedoncrimsonwings

Aww, they all so silly! I love It!

Does Couldysseus have another cloud friends? Except Ganymede? Like a Polities or a Eury? Would Poseidon hate them too?

Sorry, it's just that I had a dream that each of the three had one. Ody with Poseidon, Polities with Hades because Persephone thought he was cute, and Zeus with Eury because he was jealous and wanted one for himself. Then the three of them spent the afternoon together like three parents with their children on a family Sunday.

This is very sweet buuuut i'm not totally agree on canonically cloud-shape everyone. Especially Ody's friends or family! You probably don't know - not you, specifically, friend <3 - but Zeus has already an army of clouds, specifically made for worshipping him while he's laying confy on his couch. Cloudysseus is the only one - and has to be so - made by him that has a completely different job. ANYWAY. Here they are <3 As probably Zeus, being an ass, would made them.

Saw this on Pinterest and remembered the Weeping Mink.

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Squirrel: Almost giving his dads a heart attack

Weeping Mink (angrily praying): Vesta, Goddess of sacred fire, family and househood. Give me strength not to kill that pest of a boy today.

just had an idea for a weeping monk kinktober fic called came a lot. if u need me i'm edging the weeping monk