#σ

[xxfinalshadowsxx]

Drew sum more :D

Also I’m participating in goretober this year! Imma have so much fun drawing for my favorite fandoms :3

[allbuthuman]

my happiness is audacious because it's undeserved, my delight is unfair yet i seek it with all i've got. i don't think i'm that special for that. what are we, the guilty, supposed to do when our hearts keep wanting and wanting and chasing after spring? i don't know, but i want to be happy. make of that what you will when it comes to my character. my audacious heart loves, my audacious hands hold.

[monaxikos-skantzoxoiros]

χαχα ναι μια χαρα ειμαι μισο λεπτακι ομως να πεταχτω στο βουνο να ουρλιαξω

[creme-de-la-cat]

You may have omega-3 problems

but i got alpha-1 issues

[pleasantspark]

A FAIR WARNING.

I found this symbol Σ which means Fictophilla and Fictosexual.

As a warning IT WAS UNDER A ZOO/PEDO post. It is NOT inappropriate as you use it correctly, however, since they used it with OTHER fucked up phillas. I am am keeping the term it was originated for and it will be used as Fictosexuals symbol.

[apokalypsiaa]

SHADES OF KIM BYUNG CHUL as Σ

Sisyphus: The Myth (JTBC, 2021)

[robogenko]

hhahah doobles

[kwantumverstrengeling]

Σ

It was a simple enough mission. A distraction would be set off somewhere away from the main building, at which point Sigma would enter and take what they needed.

Overwatch was growing again, quiet and underground, but in the last few months it had become no longer reasonable to just storm in and shoot up the place. That was too dangerous. A more cunning touch was needed.

It started with an explosion off by the communication tower, and then another by the vehicle depo, and yet another at the gates by the cliffside. Overwatch was growing, yes, but to investigate all of it, would be to spread themselves quite thin.

By the time the plan was in motion, it was almost laughably easy for Sigma to just float on into the main building, up the stairs, into Winston’s office. The computer held Overwatch’s plans for illicit expansion, and that was information Talon needed to have. Needed to track. He leaned over the desk, installing a tracker into the computer and searching through the files.

Movement in the room caused him to look up and he found himself staring at a man, roughly his own age, as though time meant anything at all, staring back at him.

For a brief moment, he just stared, as though stunned, then he shook himself and waved a hand, pinning him to a wall. He could deal with this nuisance after his work was done, “Don’t call for help.” he said flatly, as though anticipating just that. This man didn’t look like a fighter.