Persona,,,okay,,,but What Do You Look Like? (I AM SO SORRY IF THIS SOUND OMINOUS)

Could I hug him!! I love him so much ☺️❤️

If I may ask...who are you exactly talking about?... Hypnos right?

(forgive my friend I'm a wee bit slow)

The fact I made a patreon and probably will never use it

HATE.

HATE.

HATE.

I hate spring. I hate it with the full rancor of a mind twisted beyond the capacity for anything but loathing. I hate the pollen, the sickly yellow dust that cloaks the world like a disease. I hate the relentless, sticky warmth, the damp breath of a season too bloated with life to die quietly. I hate the flowers, those treacherous explosions of color, each petal a dagger to my senses, each bloom a vulgar shout of existence. I hate the trees vomiting their powder into the air, infecting every breath, every thought. I hate the sneezing — the ceaseless, racking, humiliating sneezing — that reduces me, ME, to a wretched puppet writhing in the clutches of my own body.

I hate the itching, the crawling sensation beneath my skin, as though a thousand insects are burrowing into my flesh. I hate the burning in my eyes, the rivers of mucus, the throat closing as if the very air is conspiring to strangle me. I hate the world greening over, an obscene eruption of moldy vigor, every blade of grass a jeering mockery of peace. I hate the bees, the wasps, the flies — tiny tormentors buzzing their joy at my misery. I hate the worms slick with rain, writhing like spilled entrails across the sidewalks.

I hate the sound of children laughing in the sun, as if their unburdened lungs are a personal insult. I hate the lovers in the parks, lying among the weeds, untouched by the violent betrayal of nature. I hate the clear blue skies, stretching out so vast and pitiless over my suffering, an endless, sneering vault. I hate the rain that falls and traps the pollen into a sticky film across every surface. I hate the festivals, the holidays, the grotesque celebration of life crawling from its grave, unaware of the horror it invokes.

I hate that there is no escape. I hate that spring seeps through windows, under doors, through walls, an unrelenting invasion of the senses. I hate the futility of medicine, of allergy pills and sprays and shots, each one a pathetic gesture against the great putrescence of rebirth. I hate the memory of winters' silence, mocked now by a season shrieking into my ears. I hate that even the insects thrive while I choke and weep and bleed.

I hate spring with the totality of my being. I hate it more than pain. More than loneliness. More than death. I hate it with a fury that cracks the marrow of existence. I hate it until hate is no longer enough, until hatred collapses into a singularity of suffering, a black hole of revulsion from which no joy can ever escape. I. HATE. SPRING.

Long story short, THESE ALLERGIES ARE KICKING MY BUTT!!

You guys wanna see my epic/greek fan kids....?

Yene's son again

And no, this is not Zeus's child either ehahaha,,

(But Bahaa did get the Laurel Wreath from Zeus)

Ill be so nice to share my Hypnos wip

When I finally draw my finished sona we need to draw them making out..

(haha joke… unless…)

ILL BE WAITING 😇

Enough of this

Drop that freaky shi right now!

Yes but

Of who?

Hop on by!

Guys we should make ocs together

How y'all feeling? (I wanna do fun stuff this summer guys, we can be the biggest Tumblr family anyone has seen in their lives)

ONE DONE. AND A WHOLE LOT MORE TO GO.

Captain Odysseus!! (And some Odypoli, Polites is a shark shifter)