to kill a king
chapter 2
“I didn’t stutter, did I? I think I was very clear.” Philza asks, and for once his voice sounds just the slightest bit unkind as he looks around to the few guards that have now gathered in the courtyard, as though for them to answer the question.
Technoblade has to tighten his lips to stop the scowl that threatens to overtake his face, “No, I just wanted to make sure I heard you right.”
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poetic justice
I don’t think they get any work done
I was gonna save this for Halloween but ehhhhhh
c!tommy dying the white streak in his hair pink, he’d much rather share that resemblance with somebody worthy of it. he looks in the mirror and sees technoblade in the delicately dyed lock, thinks of him as he sits cross legged in the bathroom floor dying the strand when it grows pale
FRICK ‘IM UP, ODYSSEUS! FRICK ‘IM UP
after six hundred strike
*odysseus and poseidon are both still on the rocks in the middle of the sea*
odysseus: ok, let's just agree to both say we're sorry
odysseus: on the count of three
odysseus: one..two..three
poseidon:
odysseus:
odysseus: see, now i'm just disappointed in the both of us
e l e c t r i c.