May 4, 2024
Your cunty Elias looks like Jose Rizal
why would you tell me this
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Your cunty Elias looks like Jose Rizal
why would you tell me this
*falls from the ceiling* Hey there! Here's a lil something. Happpy Birthday! 🎂🎉
It had been a few weeks since the homecoming of the reigning king of Ithaca. It was a time of peace, a time of rest. Naturally, it was also the time for him and his son to bond.
Odysseus and Telemachus moved silently, their senses sharp, listening to the sounds and sights that wander in the woods. The air was rich with the scent of soil, and the occasional rustle of leaves hinted at the presence of elusive game. Odysseus watched his son closely, noting the way he moved, the determination in his eyes, and the thirst for the hunt.
Unfortunately, nothing came about. It was only the faint sounds of the wind that filled the silence in the woods.
"Damn it," Telemachus cursed under his breath. Odysseus looked at his son. The young man was frustrated, thinking they might journey back empty-handed.
"Have I ever told you that in my adolescence, I hunted a boar with my uncles?" Odysseus inquired, attempting to lift his spirits. "It was when I—"
"Got your scar on your thigh?" Telemachus was clearly unamused and focused on looking for tracks of game.
Odysseus frowned. "How did you know?"
"Mother told me," he fixed his bow, "and you have already as well."
"Ah, it seems memory is escaping me now." Odysseus chuckled. Telemachus didn't react. He lightheartedly pouted, trying to lighten his son's mood. That was when a mischievous idea began to form in his mind.
Odysseus suppressed a smile. "Telemachus," he said, his voice low, "have you ever heard of a terrifying beast that roams these woods?"
Telemachus looked at his father and raised his brow. "No, I haven't." Now his curiosity was piqued.
Odysseus feigned a grave expression. "It's a ruthless and merciless creature, son. It enjoys toying with its victims, relishing in their fear."
The hair on Telemachus' neck stood up, but he downplayed his forming dread. "Come now, father, there's no such creature that exists here. If there had been, it would have long been dead."
"Oh? Have you not heard? There have been recent rumors that this beast has returned."
His son scoffed. "You're lying."
Odysseus then walked away from his son, just to stir him a little. "Well, it's fine if you don't believe me. I'll just hunt it myself."
Telemachus caught up with his father, not wanting to be left alone with such a terrifying "creature." "Fine, what is it even called?"
Odysseus stopped in his tracks. "They call it," he turned and grinned at his poor, oblivious son, "the tickle monster."
Telemachus' eyes widened. Before Odysseus could grab him, he immediately ran as fast as he could. His father just stood there, giving him a head start. It was Odysseus' way of giving his hapless victims a delay, though it would all be inevitable.
Telemachus ran deeper into the woods. He didn't stop until he had put a large distance between himself and his father. He stopped, catching his breath for a few seconds. He heard rustling nearby and immediately hid behind one of the bushes. How did he get so fast here?
"Oh, Telemachus~ where are you?" Odysseus asked in a singsong voice.
No answer.
"Come out!" He laughed. "I'm not going to tickle you, I promise." That was a blatant lie.
Still no answer.
"Oh come now, Telemachus, it's getting late. Your mother is going to be worried." He said, lacing his voice with worry.
Telemachus slowly got out from his hiding spot. That's when Odysseus took the opportunity and pounced on him. They both tumbled to the ground. He pinned him down by the legs and wrestled with him, trying to get those tickling hands away from himself. Alas, the reigning king of Ithaca truly had a reputation not to be messed with. "NOHOHOHOHO LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHO!"
"I'm not even touching you yet!" He chuckled.
"Pleahehease dohohon't tihihhihckle mehehe!" Telemachus tried pushing Odysseus away.
"Alright," he raised both of his hands and waved them, "I'm not going to tickle you with these hands."
Telemachus eyed his father suspiciously and raised a brow. What's this scheme now?
"But this will do." His face dove to Telemachus' ear and rubbed it with his beard.
"AAAHAHAHA STOOHOHP! PLEEHEHEHASE FAHHAHATHER I'M BEHEHEGING YOHOHOHOU!"
"Who? I'm not your father, I'm the tickle monster, rawr rawr rawr!" He playfully growled, rubbing his beard on his son's neck. Telemachus let out a shriek.
"Whahahat was that?" Odysseus couldn't help but laugh along.
"Shuhuhut uhuhup!"
"Okay." He stopped talking and making his little rawrs but continued to tickle Telemachus.
"Nohohot thhahahat! Thhehe tihihickling!"
"You gotta take down the tickle monster so it stops tickling you." Odysseus explained, almost encouraging him. This whole thing was absurd, Telemachus thought.
"Thhihiihss is rihihidiculohuhs!"
"Noooo, this is the tickle monster."
"STOHHOHOP MEHEHEHESSING AROHOHOUND WIHHIHITH MY WOHOHORDS!" Telemachus was mad at this point, but deep down he was enjoying this.
A memory flashed in Telemachus' mind in his helpless condition—a chance. He took this opportunity and squeezed Odysseus' thigh. He yelped before stumbling backwards. Telemachus crawled and towered over his father. He gave him another squeeze but this time at his hips.
"OHOOHOHO GOHOHOHODS!" Odysseus belly-laughed. Finally! Telemachus had the upper hand.
"Not so high and mighty now, huh, 'tickle monster'?" Telemachus grinned victoriously, mocking his dear old father.
"Ohohohohok Ihiihi yiehihihhheheld!"
"After what you did? No way!" He then moved up to Odysseus' sides.
"NOHOHOGO! PLEHEHEASE!" Odysseus squirmed.
"Oh, you're asking for more?" Telemachus skittered his hands up to his father's armpits.
"GOHOHOHOHODS NHOHOHO!" Odysseus couldn't stop laughing.
At some point, Telemachus had to stop because his father was running out of breath. He let him breathe.
"You're really a ruthless rascal," Odysseus said between gasps for air.
"Well, I learn from the best." Telemachus smirked. His father couldn't help but give a playful eye roll.
The sun was setting. It was getting late. Odysseus sighed. "I'm still sorry we didn't hunt down anything to take home."
"It's fine. At least I got the tickle monster." Telemachus smiled.
Odysseus tiredly chuckled. "That you did." His son reaches his arm out to help him get up. He gladlh accepts it.
"How did you know I was deathly ticklish at my thigh, as well as my armpits?" He asks
"Oh, mother told me."
"Ah, I knew it. Did she tell you any more of my weakness?" Odysseus grins. Telemachus just chuckles in response, not wanting to tell that information...yet.
As they walked back towards their palace, he slung one arm around Telemachus and ruffled his hair affectionately. Telemachus couldn't help but lean into his touch. It was annoying, yes, but it's not often they would get this kind of leisure. At some point, they would need to start properly ruling their kingdom. But for now, the tickle monster had finally returned.
LITERALLY HYPERVENTILATING THIS IS SOOO CUTE!! Telemachus being a moody teen & Odysseus being a silly goofy dad is so wholesome & funny! & the rawr rawr rawr reference fucking killed me!😂😂 this is so cute & it made me SO damn giddy!
Hello there! I wanna thank you for posting din and grogu art cuz it's what keeps me going right now cuz I really have a LOT of things to do on school and im getting burnt out and deadlines are coming. So THANKS AGAIN FOR YOUR PRECIOUS ART!!
heyyy I'm so glad my art raise your spirit somehow. I hope everything will soon be better for you. And thank you so much too!!! ❤❤❤
Have you watched Infinity Train?
I have yet to watch it but I know I really need to
WAIT you sell your infinity train sketches?? where? :O
I DONT... Atm... I do have a 2020 sketchbook up on gumroad here but I think I first watched infinity train in like...february so any sketchbook work featuring the show will probably go into a 2021 sketchbook LOL sorry...
More assorted infinity train asks under the cut
Hi so ayun HAHA um like napanood ko bh6 like when I was 11 tas nagustuhan ko pero years passed and forgot about it. Then March came together with ECQ and I went back to BH6 fandom and oh boy I missed a lot of things. And I'm now browsing your fanarts about it and mahal na mahal ko and you're so talented. Tapos ayon basa basa ako ng fanfics then I came across Fox-Face and Flames tas like wow maganda to ah. And i read it and oh my god. Then i found out you made fanart of it and im so happy
waaaah, thank you!! so glad to hear my fanart content brings some joy in your viewing! and yEs, fox-face and flames is really good!! I loved it so much!!
Hope you’re staying safe and healthy during this pandemic times, buddy! Also welcome back to the bh6 fandom! xD
Ok so I saw your Tadashi headcanons and MY GOD IT'S SO ADORABLE. ESPECIALLY HIM BEING TICKLISH. I also feel like if someone even wiggles their finger he would immediately back away like "Please don't." Icbsixhxjdndk I' such a sucker for these kind of things. ANYWAYS I LOVE UR WRITING. I ALSO HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A GOOD DAY/NIGHT
JFRGTJHROITKGLHDF THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! I made that headcanon post years ago, so I’m glad that it’s still enjoyable!! Hope you’re having a wonderful day/night as well!!! :D
How about Anne and Venom teaming up on Eddie? Well, I think Eddie will get tortured badly XD
I would love to!! Someone has suggested this already, but perhaps you guys can give me more of an idea? Like the reason for said tickle attack would help out a lot. It’s hard to always think of everything so I appreciate it. :)