#☆ﾟ*・ﾟ We are made of stardust — ↳ Edits

[toestalucia]

everything to me

[lazysoulwriter]

sand and stardust - pedro pascal.

requested! thank you. ♡ content: slowburn, soft nostalgia, Pedro being in love™, behind the scenes of GOT, cultural pride, mentions of fame and fan love, married fluff, portuguese phrases, real soft and romantic. Pedro Pascal x Brazilian!actress

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You met Pedro in the kind of heat that made your costume stick to your skin. The Dornish sun—well, the set lights pretending to be it—shone harshly against the gold jewelry hanging from your ears, and you remember adjusting your stance for the fifth time while someone off-screen yelled about shadows.

“You alright there?” came his voice, a little raspy, a little teasing.

You turned—and there he was, Oberyn Martell himself, giving you a crooked smile and holding out a bottle of water like he already knew you'd forget to stay hydrated.

“Só se for com você por perto,” you replied before you could stop yourself. (Only if you’re around)

Pedro blinked. “Wait. Was that Portuguese?”

You tilted your head, smirking. “What, the Chilean didn’t expect a Brazilian on set?”

And that was it.

A spark, a crackle, the kind of thing that doesn't burst into flames right away, but smolders for months. Pedro made you laugh between takes. You helped him with lines when he fumbled through Valyrian. He kept showing up early, claiming it was for “professionalism,” but he was always just waiting to catch a glimpse of you first.

By the time the Game of Thrones premiere came around, people noticed how close you were. But you weren’t loud about it. You never needed to be.

Years passed, roles came and went. You both worked on opposite ends of the world sometimes, but your roots were already tangled.

When Pedro got cast in The Mandalorian, he brought you to the set like a good luck charm. When you starred in a critically acclaimed Brazilian film, he showed up in São Paulo with flowers and a front row seat.

Your fans? Ferociously loyal. One Twitter thread called you two “the last real love story in Hollywood,” and someone else made a fancam that used a vintage filter and “Garota de Ipanema” in the background.

“I think they love us more than we do,” you teased once, scrolling through edits as you lay tangled in your shared sheets.

Pedro kissed your bare shoulder, still warm from sleep. “Impossible.”

There were still paparazzi sometimes, invasive headlines when they had nothing better to write. You’d get insecure—about the fame, the way the world looked at you, the pressure of being a “power couple.”

But every time, Pedro would find you, wrap you in his arms, and say something dumb in Portuguese like “minha estrelinha de Dorne” (my little star of Dorne) with the worst accent imaginable. And you'd laugh, because he meant every word.

Your wedding had been quiet. Just family. Just love. Just a Chilean boy and a Brazilian girl who met under fake sun and ended up building something real.

And years later, the fandom still posted your old behind-the-scenes photos like they were proof that soulmates were real.

They weren’t wrong.

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✦ please do not copy, repost, or translate this work. © lazysoulwriter // i write with a lot of love and care, so please respect that.

[russetfoxfur]

had the worst idea ever

💫star-of-the-show reblogged badassplum . . .

🔮the-universe-leads Follow

hey guys can we talk about the way the starromantics are appropriating the moonromantic flag? ive seen way too many ppl be just. chill with it??? saying mistfog like """"oh well the moon and stars are basically the same things"""" like babes have yall never looked up at the sky. those two things are Very Much Not The Same!!!!!

🍤plates-to-heaven Follow

the flags literally aren't? anything the same??? are you still using the moonro flag by stagefright-stardust. that guy was outed as a dischanger you know

🔮the-universe-leads

Wow! a clueless entitled vaugardian who without any proof decides that any astros are dischangers! stars could we just stop with the bigotry. anyways you're blinding wrong Look At This Fog:

like literally the starro flag is just two less stripes than the moonro flag. could yall not stick a moon or star onto one of them to show the difference

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Good Change, astros are annoying. We get it! You're all hopelessly infatuated with the night sky! You know alllll the little lights up there because you studied soooooo hard to get an A+ on the test!!! Leave the rest of us alone!

🔮the-universe-leads

my brother in stardust This Is Basic Knowledge

🔮the-universe-leads

like if this were me trying to get you to name the stars in the sky then yea id see how thats absurd but like???? how do ppl live like this?????

starsaboveearthbelow-deactivated

op i feel your pain :[ EDIT I KNOW ITS ASTRONOMY STOP CORRECTING ME

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Whats the difference between an astromantic and an islander /genuine

starsaboveearthbelow-deactivated

islanders are people from that Unnamed Island (you know the one, don't think about it). because its an island. this is most people. now scholars speculate that the Unnamed Island was really weird about stars. astromantics are people who feel like their romantic life is tied up with the island/stars. honestly im just a tranny dyke so i cant tell you what thats like

🔮the-universe-leads

so firstly YEAH! yeah i wish astro trauma was more talked about in the astro community! like calling stagefright a dischanger or just hating on astros. anyway obviously stagefright's not a dischanger but apparently like most astros she was taking refuge in vaugarde. However due to recent circumstances relating to a certain monarch,

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as a starro i think youre stupid. they literally have a difference of two stripes!!! i bet youre not even a real astro. to my starro followers: you all are so valid and dont allow petty infighters like op to divide us astros!

🍤plates-to-heaven

well actually while youre right about the infighting thing yall do need a better flag than the standard one stagefright made. i drew this in like less than a minute (forgive the messiness i edited this at 2AM my time)

💎jewel8gem6

that looks blinding awful. are you astrophobic or something thats such a joke. blocking you

🍤plates-to-heaven

these are crabbing sketches??? not the real thing??? i know this is piss-on-the-poor website but come on

💎 jewel8gem6

Haha. what a fool you are to think me poor of reading comprehension skills. I am far above a blinded fool like you. Do you know what its like, being astromantic? every day people send me asks on anon yelling at me about my ugly white NATURAL hair, and you're just as bad as them. this is a disgrace to the astromantic community. you say in your bio that you are supportive of all astros but are you really? when you can create such mistfog as pictured above??? if you do not delete those pictures off your blog i will sneak into your house and suck off all your teeth one by one so you cannot speak your awful opinions aloud. i will tell the universe to kill your family and curse you with immortality so you can watch and suffer as horribly as i did laying my eyes upon these """""flags""""". wither and waste in the agony of your own unfulfilling and insignificant life, worthless vaugardian. be blinded forever idiot >:/

🔮the-universe-leads

i feel like this post is kind of getting off track could we talk about the flags again. plates' flags looked kinda cool and weren't cheap copies of each other

💎jewel8gem6

you SUPPORT this fool? you SUPPORT plates, who ruins the delicate harmony of astromantic spaces through xyr tasteless insults and mockeries??? how dare you calm yourself an astro op. TRUE astros must walk through fire in order to find any happiness in their perpetual incompletion. for example, i have been persecuted by ka buan officials for my sexuality, nearly slain by vaugardian defenders, and then forced to flee to mwudu in order to survive the king. fools such as you are the reasons we haven't found the island yet. a kiddie like you needs to go back to potty training if you think plates has any credibility whatsoever. go burn up in the atmosphere and let not a soul tell where you lie

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Anyone in this thread eat crab

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Official Astromantic Post!

🔮the-universe-leads

i made this two blinding months ago and forgot about it are you seriously like. a vaugardian

👩🏿‍❤️‍👨🏼 mirafrin4ever Follow

EW AN ASTRO!!! go back to the ocean you mooneyed crabs. don't you crabbing weirdos know not to infest holy everchanging sites like tumblr with your weird stupid sky obsession. lol

🔮the-universe-leads

Saviorshipper. blocked

🍤plates-of-heaven

savior shipper, bolcked

💎jewel8gem6

Ew, saviorshipper. blocked

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wow i cant believe ive found the original! ive only seen this in screenshots! and its only four months old!!!

🔮the-universe-leads

someone wish me out of existence already

#wow only six months old lol? this post is a mess. thx for putting this on my dash mira #poor op #islander talk #moot talk #longpost #shitpost #< i hope

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💫 star-of-the-show-2 . . .

@.star-of-the-show tutorial for you stardust! i want you sososo bad

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[clockwayswrites]

Alright my darlings! City Pigeons Bleed Green is all but done! Masked is getting updated soon. I'm squinting at a possible Soup update. Helping Hands just got done. I have some freedom!

I am considering that Birdritch will be what I start to edit and put up as the next long fic, mostly because it already has an absurd thirteen chapters to edit, but I want to run though some of my current short(er) fics as I do so and get them done and published too! So, I figured why not let you all vote?

Up for vote we have:

Danny in Metropolis (title pending)

Kon Kent has a new classmate in Metropolis--one that he has a crush on. By there are some concerning things about Danny Fenton: his nosebleeds, how he won't eat food from home, how jumpy his is about Superman, or even being treated to things... oh, yeah, and his parents work for Lex Luthor.

The Haunting of Danny Fenton

Danny Fenton was being haunted. Annoyingly, that wasn’t at all unusual. Danny was sadly used to being haunted. One could even claim, if one was being pedantic, that Danny haunted himself. Sure, since Danny had moved away from Amity Park and the mess his life had been there, the haunting were a lot less frequent, but they still happened from time to time. The thing was, is this haunting was different. Different in a way that made Danny worried about the ghost and their well-being.

Nightbird's Song (Explicit, but skipable scenes.)

To Nightwing, Danny's building is a sanctuary in the night. He wants to wrap himself up in it forever. But he can't. Not as Nightwing. Not as a hero. Not as flawed as he is. To Danny, Nightwing ins a man that he loves deeply, but he knows saying as much will case his songbird away. He'll wait instead. Wait until Nightwing is ready. Or at least that was the plan.

Stardust Dance (Explicit. It's just smut.)

Dick needs a break from his life. All of it. Good thing there's a club with an enchanting person in it that has caught his eye.

Mx. Minx (Maybe explicit?? but skipable scenes.)

Danny is a damn minx. Jason doesn't much mind.

Battinson/John smut (title pending) (Explicit. It's just smut.)

John just finished a set and was out smoking when a delightfully shy man joins him. A delightfully shy man who is a fan... and someone John wants to take back to his hotel.

Neon Adjuration (Explicit, but skipable scenes?)

It’s about Jason returning to Danny and the town full of the dead again and again to gently lay with Danny in the dark of the night and beg ‘Come back with me’. Because Jason doesn’t want to live without Danny any more but Danny doesn’t know how to live at all. It’s about how Jason begs.

Not so Imaginary sequel (title pending)

Self explanatory! Danny's POV focusing on him settling in with Diana as his guardian, healing, and seeing Jason.

(Why is 'A Hill to Die On' not on this list? Well, because that mofo is going to be in the 'big' camp. Or at least bigger.)

[unexaltedonewhoisnotking]

Seeing as we have a bit over a month until the fight begins this year I think it’s time to release this from the drafts so I don’t have to copy paste the full thing lol…

So you want to know how ArtFight works

Well, here you go. This is more or less a copy of a post I was using a lot last year as well, just slightly updated. It's a little long so I'm keeping most of it under the read more

What even is it:

ArtFight is basically an annual art trading event in July, focused around players' original characters (fandom-based or otherwise) - although it might be more accurate to say art gifting, as you aren't necessarily organising individual trades where you make arts for User X and User X has already agreed to make art for you.

ArtFight includes most forms of visual art (no music or writing), both digital and traditional, but of course most people like to draw so you might see me refer to drawing in the rest of this post out of habit, even though it isn't limited to that. There are two teams, and when you submit art you earn points for your team! There isn't really a prize, just bragging rights I guess.

Where and when it’s hosted:

ArtFight is hosted on its own website: https://artfight.net

You’ll have to upload your characters there in order for them to be attacked - if you don’t have a character on the site, you can’t be attacked, but you can still attack others. A few people choose to remove or hide all of their characters specifically so they only give attacks instead of getting.

Technically you can upload a ‘character’ that is just a link to something like Toyhouse where you’ve got other characters hosted, instead of putting that information specifically on ArtFight, although there are some people who are less inclined to attack characters that require them to go off-site for information.

You can upload characters and edit their profiles, and bookmark other people's characters that you might want to attack later, at any point during the year, but the event itself is only open in July (specifically, noon on July 1st MST until noon on August 1st MST) - so that month is the only time you can submit attacks.

How to join:

First of all, make an account on the site!

Second, even in July, you can’t play (ie, submit/receive attacks) until you get on a team. That means that if you decide not to participate one year, nobody can attack your OCs against your will either, since by not choosing a team you simply won’t have made yourself available as a target.

How do you get a team, then:

Well, you can’t yet.

You’ll notice that if you make an account right now your username is greyish-brown, indicating that you aren’t on a team. A lot of users currently have purple or teal names, which represent the teams from last year (Stardust and Seafoam, respectively). Don’t worry, you aren’t being held back from anything - those team colours don’t mean anything for this year! The themes for the year should be announced in June and then team picking will become available.

What if you’re late to join the fight:

No worries! On my first year I only heard about it a couple days into the fight and thought I was too late to start… and then I realised halfway through the month that I was not, in fact, too late. You can make an account and join a team right up to the last day of the fight, so don’t feel scared of a late start! You won’t be prohibited from joining and you can still probably get a lot done. There’s no minimum number of attacks required, unless it’s just a goal you set for yourself.

The only thing about joining late is you’ll have missed out on the ‘early bird’ team picking - you’ll just be randomly assigned to a team instead of getting to choose. That said you’ve got two chances each year to ‘reroll’ if you prefer the other team. Personally, so far I’ve been excited to get randomly assigned (well, except last year. I saw purple and I wanted purple lol).

What the team themes do:

…nothing  really, they’re just for fun. Each year the theme changes and like I said above, we’re still a while away from hearing what they’ll be for this year.

You aren’t required to make your OCs or profile or anything match the theme, although some people do like to just for fun. One type of OC you might see is the ‘ArtFight sona’, which is, y’know, a sona inspired by your team for that year, uploaded as a character to be attacked.

Submitting a character:

At the top of the site there’s a button that says ‘Submit’, and then gives the option of ‘Submit a Character’. That button’s available year-round, during and outside of the fight.

ArtFight’s a bit finicky about image sizes, which can be annoying when uploading characters. When you’re uploading a character initially you can only add one image, but if you then go to edit the character you can add more images, up to 6 total. There is a description space for each character you upload where you can write information about their lore, design notes, etc, so you don’t need to squish all of that into images.

Like I said up above you can technically link off site instead of writing a profile for a character on the site. You can also put multiple characters in one slot on ArtFight, if you consider them a package deal.

Personal opinions/advice for uploading characters

You don’t necessarily need a full reference sheet, but at least having a fullbody artwork makes it a lot easier for people attacking. There are some people who won’t attack without a reference sheet, and others who won’t attack unless you have some non-ref sheet artwork to show your ‘investment’ in your own character, but honestly most people are just there to have fun and won’t mind as long as they have an idea of how to represent your OC - honestly, just put what you want to and what you think is worthwhile, the people with 'rules' about this stuff all have different rules and you don't have to abide by them.

Make sure to use the tagging system! A character can have up to 10 tags which make it easier for people to find them - it's not required, but it helps a lot. Some good things to include would be like genre/aesthetic - ‘fantasy’, ‘steampunk’, ‘superhero’ ‘modern’ - and, in the case of fan OCs, the original media. Tag if they’re a human or another species, and tag if they’re anthro or feral for furry characters. And if they have some distinct feature or motif tag that too! Maybe tag a distinct theme colour if they have one. You might not be able to fit everything in that tag limit, but those are ideas.

I’ve seen someone ask how many characters is a good number to have. Honestly, the answer will vary. You can have up to 100 at a time on the site but some people use that ‘link to Toyhouse or somewhere else’ idea to functionally add more. Personally, I’d say it’s just nice to give people some options when they want to attack you, so at least two or three… past that put as many as you like. But also, if you just have one blorbo you really want art of, there's nothing wrong with only uploading that one guy - and there are even a few users who only want to attack others for nothing in return, so they don't upload any characters

You can re-order your characters in the ‘manage characters’ page. A lot of people make sure that the characters they’d prefer to get art of are at the start of their list, and of course it’s handy to group characters from the same setting together.

You can also set your character ‘permissions’, which are your rules or preferences about attacks you receive - you have global permissions that apply to all of your characters by default, and character-specific permissions that note unique rules or exceptions you’d like other users to keep in mind when creating art for you. Common things to mention in permissions might be if you’re okay with being included in “mass attacks” (I’ll get to those later), if you’re okay with artistic nudity for your characters, if you like their outfits to be changed, etc

Submitting an attack

An ‘attack’ is an art piece of another user’s character or characters - making attacks is how you earn points for your team. Again, use that ‘Submit’ button at the top of the page, and then choose ‘Submit an Attack’… Bear in mind that this option is only there during the Fight and only if you’re on a team!

Each character on the site has an ID code, which you’ll paste in when submitting an attack, to indicate what character it depicts. Then you’ll have to rate your attack in a few categories: Basically, you’ll give yourself points. When submitting an attack you’ll have to rate it in a few categories: how much of the character is visible? Did you use clean linework? Is it fully coloured and shaded? Is there a background? All of this works into the score that the site will display. The site has guidelines for attack rating with examples, but they change a little from year to year so you’d be better off looking for those than me trying to explain it here.

Friendly fire:

You usually attack the opposite team… but you can also attack people on your own team. It’s just worth fewer points - 20% of an equivalent attack on the other team, specifically.

Revenge:

When submitting an attack, if the recipient is somebody who already attacked you this year, you’ll see an option to mark the attack as revenge. It doesn’t impact the points, but it means that the two attacks will have a link to each other at the bottom of their pages.

Users can create revenge chains by repeatedly revenging each other. Some people make it a goal to create a long chain, others would rather leave it at one and done so they can focus on other people as well. There’s no obligation to take revenge, so don’t feel pressured.

Revenging is fun, but I’d recommend against saying that you will always do it. If you wind up getting burnt out or just get more attacks than you can deal with you might wind up breaking that promise.

Mass attacks:

Mass attacks are attacks that feature multiple characters - of course, more characters means more points! You can include your own characters in these, too.

Unlike revenge, mass attack isn’t an ‘official’ term and there isn’t anything to select when submitting an attack that will label it as a mass attack. You’d just keep adding more characters to the attack by the same method as normal - put in their ID and mark fullbody, halfbody or simple shaped for each one.

For a mass attack you designate one person as the main recipient; they’ll be the only person who can officially revenge it, although the others might still decide to attack you back as thanks.

If the main recipient is on the opposite team, you’ll get full points for the attack, regardless of the teams of the other characters in it. And likewise if the main recipient is on your team you’ll still only earn 20% regardless of the other characters.

There’s an upper limit of 100 characters per attack.

Finding characters to attack:

The first place to look is that ‘Browse’ button up at the top of the site. That can take you to a random character’s profile, or a random user’s profile. You can see all the most recently uploaded characters. And best of all, you can search for characters by their tags, like I mentioned.

Last year, Artfight changed the tag search slightly. It used to be that it would display a 48 randomly-selected characters from the tag, but nowadays the selection will be a group that were uploaded around a similar time to each other (what time will still be random with each time you search), which means that it might not display as many characters as it otherwise could. Keep retrying the search to see if anything new comes up!

And honestly, just trawling through the site, from the profile of someone who was included in a mass attack with you to an attack they made on someone else to a user that person was attacked by... something is bound to catch your eye

[theskywithin]

LOVE EDITION — The Version of You That Love Asked You to Leave Behind (But You Still Miss Sometimes)

Sometimes, loving deeply means losing parts of ourselves we thought we could keep forever. The innocent parts. The fearless parts. The version of you who once believed love could save, fix, or shelter everything. Here is the version each sign had to leave behind and the quiet ache they still carry, when no one is watching.

Aries: You had to leave behind the version of you who believed that love could be conquered like a battlefield, that if you fought hard enough, if you bled honestly enough, it would stay. You miss the way you used to charge at life with your heart on fire, unafraid of being burned. Now, you walk slower. You listen for silence before you leap. And sometimes, when the night is too quiet, you ache for the reckless soul who didn’t know what it meant to lose.

Taurus: You had to let go of the you who believed that building strong walls around something could make it eternal. You miss the softness of trusting that loyalty was enough to keep gardens blooming, even through winter. Now, you know that some things rot even under the gentlest hands. And still, part of you dreams of that quiet house inside your heart, the one where no one ever left, and nothing ever needed to be rebuilt.

Gemini: You had to bury the version of you who thought that if you could find the right words, you could stop the world from breaking. You miss the magician in you, the one who believed that understanding people could save them. Now, you know that some endings arrive like unexpected storms, no explanation, no translation, just thunder. But sometimes, late at night, you still draft invisible letters to the past, trying to rewrite the parts where goodbye was inevitable.

Cancer: You had to release the you who believed that loving deeper would heal what was never meant to be carried. You miss the small, fierce child who thought love was a lifeboat big enough to rescue everyone. Now, you know love can’t be a bandage or a promise made in someone else's name. And yet, there are moments when your hands ache to reach back in time and hold the ones you couldn’t save, even if it cost you everything.

Leo: You had to set down the version of yourself who thought shining brightly would always be enough to keep the right people close. You miss the performer who believed applause could mean devotion. Now, you understand that true love doesn’t need a stage, and that sometimes, your brightest light only blinded you from seeing who was never clapping for real. But still, you mourn the stardust that fell from your eyes when you realized you weren’t everyone's sun.

Virgo: You had to walk away from the you who thought perfection could protect you from being hurt. You miss the architect who believed that if you built a flawless house, no one would ever want to leave it. Now, you know that even golden walls crack and even pure intentions get misunderstood. But sometimes, when doubt creeps in, you still find yourself gathering the broken pieces, trying to rebuild a shelter that once promised safety.

Libra: You had to let go of the version of yourself who thought balance meant bending yourself in half to keep the peace. You miss the gentle diplomat inside you, the one who believed that love could be stitched back together if you just held both sides long enough. Now, you understand that some scales will never even out, no matter how still you stand. And yet, you sometimes dream of the version of you who could still believe that if you smiled wide enough, no one would ever leave.

Scorpio: You had to bury the you who thought devotion meant disappearing inside someone else. You miss the shadow-dancer who gave everything without asking for anything in return, believing that loyalty was a spell powerful enough to survive betrayal. Now, you know that no amount of surrender can make a ghost stay. But sometimes, when you're alone, you mourn the intensity you once wore like armor, the kind that believed love was supposed to hurt to be real.

Sagittarius: You had to abandon the version of yourself who thought that running faster could outpace the ache. You miss the wild-eyed traveler who believed that freedom could erase the fear of standing still. Now, you understand that even the widest skies can feel like cages when you’re carrying an unloved part of yourself wherever you go. And sometimes, you catch yourself looking over your shoulder, wondering if that fearless part of you is still out there somewhere, waiting to be found.

Capricorn: You had to step away from the you who thought building a kingdom would finally quiet the emptiness. You miss the relentless architect who believed that success could fill the places where love once lived. Now, you know that no mountain is high enough to silence a heart that was once taught it had to earn its worth. And yet, some nights, you still lace your boots and dream of a summit that will finally make you feel like enough.

Aquarius: You had to turn your back on the you who thought distance would keep your heart safe. You miss the dreamer who believed that if you floated high enough above it all, nothing could reach you, not disappointment, not betrayal, not grief. Now, you know that even the stars you dance among can’t save you from longing. And sometimes, you still feel the ache of wanting to belong somewhere you don't have to hide parts of yourself behind brilliance.

Pisces: You had to release the version of yourself who thought that saving others would somehow save you. You miss the tender soul who believed that if you poured enough of your magic into broken places, they would heal, and you would, too. Now, you understand that some wounds were never yours to tend, and some people were only meant to brush against your light for a moment. But even now, there are quiet evenings when you still reach for the pieces of yourself you left inside other people's oceans.

[linda-from-the-bird-site]

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These funds will buy extra foodstuffs for non referral foodbanks, it’ll buy tents and warm clothing for the homeless it’ll support some amazing groups who support struggling parents in the community, it’ll “Give a Kid a Coat for Christmas”

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An added bonus with the Coraline book is a one off glass dip pen made by the awesome Sally Sutherland - Lampwork Beads and Jewellery in the colours of Coraline, this is the same pen as was gifted to Neil!!

Buy a ticket for a fiver, it’s about the cost of a large coffee in some places and you never know buy a ticket to either book and YOU could win!

There has been a winner from this group previously.

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[llamhigyn-y-dwr]

I finally made a tier list for the women Nick has maybe been attracted to

I've been accused of calling Nick Fuentes gay when he is so clearly attracted to women! You know what? Fine! I made a tier-list for the boys he maybe likes, so here's one for the girls:

This was really hard becaus he is so inconsistent here and will sometimes call a woman hot clearly because other people think so, but then call her mid some next day (so no Ella Maulding on this list; him calling her mid cancels out him calling her hot with Sneako). Giving him the benefit of the doubt and assuming he does have some amount of attraction to women, these are the ones where it felt the most genuine to me personally. If you think someone else really belongs on this list, let me know and I might edit it the way that I edited the guys one.

I gave it the same ranking system as the other one.

Awooga: Brittany Venti - she's a babe! I love her hair, I love her glasses, she has a nice figure. People say she has a weird, hammerhead shark-looking face, but that's part of it! I think she has a pretty face and the fact that it's sort of unusual makes her prettier. It seemed like she liked Nick back, so he really fumbled the bag here.

Kathy Zhu - Very pretty lady, very striking features. It's easy to see why she was Miss Michigan. She's also the only woman I can think of that Nick has been accused of hooking up with, so lucky him if that's true (though I find that tale just as believable as most of the guy ones, that is, not very).

Cute: Candace Owens - very pretty lady, very well put-together, has a strong personality. She say a lot of dumb stuff, like that Macron is married to his father, but she says it in an engaging way.

Lauren Chen - very cute and close to awooga, though loses points for being too dumb to know a Russian oligarch was paying her.

Stardust - she shoots up to awooga-tier when she puts on glasses, but that's not often enough to make a difference. She's super cute and appears to have a fun personality, I get why Nick was thirsting after her that one time.

Melina Goransson - The succubus that wanted to seduce Nick! She has very interesting features and seems fun from her IG stories. Also, she must be very patient to have put up with Destiny for those years that they were married.

Mallory McMarrow - We love a put-together, professional woman with a fiery presentation and she's a redhead!

I get it, but don't share it: Kamala Harris - I definitely get it. She's a very pretty lady and professional and all of that, but her politics and presentation-style are too normie (McMarrow has normie politics too, but she has a more engaging presentation style when speaking that gives her more points).

Nikki Haley - See previous. Pretty lady, but not interesting enough. Kamala is a normie Democrat and Nikki is a normie Republican. Seriously, extremist politics that I disagree with are more interesting than normies. I do think some of her one-liners snarking Ron DeSantis and Vivek Ramaswamy were pretty funny, though.

OK, I guess: Brett Cooper - I see her on those "right-wing hotties" lists all the time and I don't think she's ugly or anything, but she's not as interesting as the others, aesthetically or personaity-wise.

Wat: Lucky you, Nick, I didn't personally put any of the women in the "Wat" tier. You either have great taste in women or are realy good at picking women to pretend to be attracted to!

What are your rankings, fellow Nickstorians?

[donteattheappleshook]

Not Broken at All Chapter 18/?

Summary:

A season 1 Neverland AU. Emma is still trying to adjust to her new life as Sheriff of Storybrooke and mom to Henry, who still believes everyone in town is a fairytale creature. When she finds a badly beaten, one handed man while patrolling, she’s convinced he’s crazy. He is, after all, rambling about fairies and shadows and crocodiles. But when Henry is suddenly taken out the window of a house everyone believes is haunted, the madman in the hospital might be her only hope of getting her son back. Whether he likes it or not.

Rated E

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Oh hey! What's up everyone?

I know it's been a while (shocking) but it's Solstice today and the muse decided something needed to be posted for this fic in honour of the fairy orgies XD

This was written super fast and not really re-read because it's already 10pm so I'll probably edit it later but I'm giving it to you all now.

Happy Solstice and I hope you enjoy this chapter! <3

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Part 18

“Doesn’t look so bad,” Will shrugs when they stand outside the mouth of the cave the next morning. Emma and Wendy roll their eyes at the same time. It does look that bad. For a place called Echo Cave she’d had expected something bigger, something louder. But all she can see as they approach is a narrow tunnel in the rockface, no sound escaping from within. So she jumps when Tiger Lily’s voice suddenly comes from within. 

“You’re late.”

“Apologies,” Killian nods. “The forest has changed a fair bit since I last made the journey - it took us longer than anticipated to find the path.” 

“You have a habit of doing that,” Tiger Lily scoffs. “Misinterpreting time.” 

The reply is so quick, and Killian’s sigh so exhausted, that Emma has to hold back a snort of laughter.

“We came as fast as we could.”

“Come then, let’s not delay any further. The others have gathered.” 

“Who are the others?” Emma asks Hook quietly as they follow.

“The eldest of those who were here before Pan. They were barely more than children when it happened, but They have some memory of how things were.” 

“I thought you said they’d forgotten all their magic.” 

“We did not forget,” Tiger Lily snaps from the entrance. Emma watches as the faint, gold dusting of magic that covers their skin, the only light in the otherwise pitch black cave shimmers and slides over their arm, cascading like water down through their fingers  that they trail along the  rocky wall, leaving flecks of sparking, gold dust in their wake.  “It was taken from us. Through slaughter and cruelty. When the children who were left behind grew enough to become a threat to Pan, we were forced to lock away what little we remembered or meet the same fate.” 

Every time she thinks it can’t get worse, it does. The massacre of Tiger Lily’s people and the destruction of their history, the torture and killing of the Lorelei, the horror of the murder of those boys on the beach. There’s no end it seems to Pan’s cruelty, to his thirst for blood. 

Emma reaches for the shimmering of light that remains along the wall, glittering and moving with the flow of the rough surface. It glows brighter beneath her touch and something swells from deep within her, rushing to meet it, warm and electrifying, before she yanks her hand back and stumbles the rest of the way though. 

The walk is long, this cave buried deep in darkness and stardust. She’s not sure she even hears it at first, a small whisper of a voice from far away, the words too quiet to make out, but repeating. As they continue along and a dim light starts to appear in the distance, they grow louder. It’s a child’s voice, rolling against the walls of the cave - wish I’d never come here… just want to go home. Just want to go home. Just want to go home….

She feels Killian’s hand on the small of her back and realizes she’s stopped walking. “It’s alright, love. It’s just an echo. The last secret that was shared here.” She still hesitates, not wanting to get any closer to the haunting voice. “Whoever they were, they’re not here anymore.”

“His name was Ruffio,” Will says, nearly as quiet as the first echo. “He’s been gone a long time.” He only meets her eye for a moment before clearing his throat and continuing as though he hadn’t said anything. She can’t blame him. She knows by now that nobody in Neverland ever goes home. “Come on - we’ve got secrets to spill.” 

The light ahead grows until finally they emerge into a massive cavern. The stone that surrounds them black onyx - gleaming faintly against the dust that covers the ceiling like a galaxy above them. The space feels boundless, endless like the darkness could go on forever and she’s reminded of their flight here, of the endless sea of stars they’d sailed in on. 

There are four people standing in the center of the chamber on a platform of the same black onyx, all of them with the same sharp, androgynous features as Tiger Lily, all with the same loose-fitting clothes and cropped hair, and all with that same shimmer of living magic glowing faintly in the dark. Tink stands with them, waiting. None of them are any older in appearance than herself, but she knows better by now than to judge age or power by appearance on this island. 

The Constant. 

They follow the rest of the way to the narrow, stone bridge that connects the ledge to the platform on which the others stand. When Emma takes a step to follow Tiger Lily onto the bridge, Killian puts an arm out, halting her in her tracks. Emma watches, heart in her throat as the bridge crumbles after Tiger Lily, stone falling away behind every step until they reach the end and there’s no bridge at all. 

“The Constant keep no secrets,” Killian explains. “The cave can’t compel anything from them. We, on the other hand…” 

“Of course they don’t.” No wonder they wanted to use this place. Easy to make others share their deepest darkest secrets when you’ve got none of your own to divulge and nothing to risk. “What about Tink?” she asks, nodding at the fifth person standing with the Constant.

“The fey have wings.” 

Right. “So how does this work?” 

“From what I remember, you step out onto the edge and call out your secret. If it’s truly your darkest, the cave will echo it back to you.”

“And then we get across?” 

“Aye, easy as that,” Killian attempts a smile, but it comes out as a wince. “I’ll go,” he offers though he looks like he’s dreading this as much as she is. She’s just thankful she doesn’t have to start.  He lets out another sigh, bracing himself and then, “I kissed Emma.” 

Fuck. Her heart drops into her stomach. He’s been a pirate for two hundred years - How the hell can his darkest secret have anything to do with her?

Will smirks. “Kissed? Is that what they’re calling it these days? And I think you’re forgetting that we were all there when she jumped you at Solstice.” His smirk deepens. “And when Emma came back all wet.” If Emma could reach him she’d smack him. 

“I literally walked in on you,” Wendy deadpans.

“I’m not talking about Solstice,” he sighs, not rising to the bait. “It was…” She knows when it was. We’ll keep each other safe, they’d promised. She doesn’t need everyone else to know though. Not when she’s not even sure what any of it meant or what it means now. “It doesn’t matter,” Killian shakes his head. “It was what the kiss - what all of it - exposed.” Fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. “My secret is… I never believed that I’d be capable of letting go of my first love, of my Milah.” He breathes her name like a prayer and a wound. “To believe that I could find someone else.” His eyes lift to hers and it’s only by sheer force of will that she’s able to stop herself from taking a step back, from running away from the way he’s looking at her. Because she needs to hear this. They all do. If she wants to get across this fucking bridge, if she wants to talk to the fucking Constant, if she wants to get her son back - she needs to hear this secret as much as he needs to tell it. “That is, until I met you.”

She doesn’t know what to say or if she’s supposed to say something, can’t bring herself to look at Wendy or Will or look away from his eyes still burning into hers. And then before she even can do anything, Killian’s voice echoes through the cave, ‘until I met you’ called back to them like a ghost. A rumble follows as a section of the fallen bridge rises back from the depths below them, rock by rock, rebuilding itself. 

Killian lets out a humourless laugh. “So, who’d like to go next?” 

“I will.” Wendy stands with her shoulders straight, like she’s ready for a fight rather than a confession. Emma gets a sinking feeling in her stomach from the way she’s making herself look at Killian, with shame and guilt. He doesn’t look surprised - he looks like he expected this to hurt. “Sometimes… Sometimes I wish you’d never found me. Sometimes I wish you had just kept on walking that day when Pan left me to die.” She winces. “I’ll always be grateful to you for saving my life, for taking me in but…” 

Killian nods when she hesitates, her eyes damp with unshed tears. “Go on, it’s alright.”  

“You trapped me here, Hook. You’re the reason I have to live in this neverending nightmare. Forever. You knew what that water would do to me and I know you couldn’t ask but… you didn’t give me a choice. And I think that if I had one now - if I could have had a say in the next hundred years of my life… I’d rather you’d just let me die because this -” she gestures at herself, at everything around them.  “It’s worse than death. And because of you I’ll never leave.” She lets out a bitter laugh. “I can’t even die if I want to. Not unless Pan decides that’s what he wants. You forced this life on me, Killian, you cursed me to live because it made you feel better and I don’t… I’ll never forgive you for that.” 

Tears stain her cheeks now, jaw tight as she refuses to let any more follow and Emma can see the heartbreak on Killian’s face. “Wendy…” but she shakes her head and he stops the step he’d taken towards her. 

“I’m sorry,” she chokes and he shakes his head this time. Her secret echoes around them like a taunt this time - ‘never forgive you for that’ - and another piece of the bridge rebuilds itself. The silence hangs between them, louder than any echo, until Will steps up. 

“I suppose I should go next - while we’re on the topic of never being forgiven.” He takes his own steadying breath. “I’m dying.” 

Wendy’s face falls. “... what?” It comes out cracked and small and frightened. “What do you mean you’re dying?”

The look Will gives her - there’s so much guilt there, so much pain and self-loathing and love. Emma may not know much about it but she can recognize it now in his eyes, in the way he looks at Wendy. “I lied when I told you I didn’t know what Pan did to my heart. I’ve seen him do it before.”

“One hundred years…”

Will nods, a self-deprecating smile falling flat. “I really hoped that I could keep it from you for a little longer. Neverland will slow it down but… he squeezed a hundred years from my heart. I’ll start aging faster - a lot faster - and pretty soon…”

“How long?” He hesitates a beat longer than Emma can handle - and Wendy… gods, she can’t imagine. “How long?”

“I’ll be dead in a few months - three, maybe four depending on how long I would have lived if I’d aged like a normal person but - I’m so sorry, Wen. I didn’t want to tell you, I -”

Whatever he was going to say and whatever she might have answered  is stolen by the cave calling back to them in Will’s voice, ‘dead in a few months’. Nobody looks as the bridge puts itself back together, all of them too focused on the cruel revelation. He did it for her, Emma realises, for all of them but… he’s dying because of her. Wendy’s losing him because of her. Even Killian looks solemn at the news. 

“Your turn, Emma,” Will chokes out with the palest attempt at levity she’s seen him manage since she met him. “Wouldn’t want to be left out of all the fun, would you?”

She looks out towards the chasm between them and the Constant. She doesn’t even know what she expected to confess, or what she’d hear confessed by those with her, and now, with the truth of Will’s fate hanging in the air, nothing feels like it matters in the grand scheme of things. 

What even is her deepest secret? That she gave up Henry? That she had her heart broken by a selfish man who used her and then left her? That she spent a year of her life in jail? That she’s spent her whole life searching for the parents who left her behind? That between Neal and her parents she doesn’t think she could ever trust someone again - could ever let herself love someone again, or let them love her… That she might be anyway? None of it feels like enough; none of it even feels like a secret anymore, not since Henry found her and brought her to Storybrooke. 

And then, like bile and sick, she feels something being forced up from her throat, words clawing their way to the surface and past her lips of their own volition. She can’t stop them. She doesn’t even know what she’s going to say until they come spilling out. 

“I wish Henry had never come to find me. I wish he’d never brought me to Storybrooke.” The confession leaves her gasping, tears in her eyes as though she had been sick. She wants to be, hearing such a horrible truth being spoken out loud. Killian looks at her with sympathy, but she turns away from it. And once it’s started, she can’t stop it. “I never wanted to be a mother. I gave him away because I knew he’d be better off without me - but also because I knew I’d be better off without him. He’s a beautiful, amazing kid and I love him more than anything… but I never asked for this. Every day since he showed up at my door I’ve been terrified - every minute of every day. Those few minutes in the Fae forest when I couldn’t remember him were the most peaceful I’ve felt in months and when it all came flooding back it just reminded me of how much simpler my life was before I had to be anything to anyone. I don’t want to lose him. But I never wanted to find him either.” 

The bridge rebuilds itself, completing the path across as the worst thing she’s ever said, ‘never wanted to find him’,  is echoed back to her cruelly. She feels drained, numb, and she wonders if the others are feeling this horrible emptiness too. She looks out at where the Constant wait. If this is their idea of having them prove their allegiance, they better be ready to give theirs in return.

“Come on, Swan,” Killian tells her, leading her across the bridge. None of them say a word, Will and Killian both casting glances at Wendy who won’t look up from her feet, and the silence follows them the whole way across. 

“That sounded rough,” Tink comments when they reach the platform, the five Constant talking in harsh whispers in a language she doesn’t recognize. 

“How lucky of you to have missed it then,” Will snips. He must be feeling worse than Emma realized.

There’s an argument starting, still in that foreign language, but she can tell just the same. Every few words there’s a glimpse of something that feels familiar, a syllable from another language she’s heard, a word that could be French or Spanish, a glimpse of English, not one language but many - like every language spoken at once.

“This meeting has been a topic of some controversy,” Killian whispers. “But I think Tiger Lily might be on our side.” 

“You can understand them?” 

He shrugs. “One picks up a few things after two centuries.”

There’s a small scoff from Tink. “Yeah, all that pillow talk was really educational.”

Killian ignores the quip. “They’re the keepers of the last of the forgotten history of the old Neverland.” He nods at each as he names them. “That’s Philodendron, Halcyon, Alder, Jacaranda, and you know Tiger Lily.

“Tiger Lily is one of them?” 

“Tiger Lily was the oldest Constant to survive the massacre. They were just shy of a century when Pan took over.”

“A century?”

“The Constant are eternal, love. A century is nothing.” 

The Constant have gone silent, a tense, begrudging conclusion to their argument that Emma can feel even if she doesn’t know the words. 

Finally, Tiger Lily speaks. “Tinkerbell tells us you wish to unearth the secrets of the island - secrets that were buried to keep us safe.”

“Secrets that could return the island to the way it once was if you ally with us against Pan,” Killian counters. 

“If our knowledge could have defeated the boy,” Alder interjects, “we would have done so a millenia ago when he first laid waste to this island.” 

“Maybe your knowledge alone couldn’t defeat him, but we have the Lorelei on our side, and the fae,” Wendy adds, gesturing at Tink. 

Alder scoffs. “You have one fairy. One who’s been without magic for almost five hundred years, who’s magic was corrupted by the very demon you seek to destroy. Our magic was born from the innocence and dreams of children, the purest light magic there is, and even it was snuffed out by Pan’s darkness. What chance have you with a weakened fairy and the duplicitous sirens?” 

“We have more than that,” Tink interjects, bitterness and insult obvious in the bite of her words. “We have her.” It takes Emma a moment to realize that she’s the one being gestured at and now every set of eyes is on her. 

“Me?” 

“Her?” Wendy frowns. 

“You can’t honestly tell me you haven’t noticed. She practically reeks of magic. It’s spilling out of every pore. I clocked it as soon as she got here.” 

“I don’t have magic.” The Constant continue to stare, questioning, doubting. “I don’t. Don’t you think if I did I’d have used it by now to get Henry back?” 

“Not if you weren’t aware of it, love,” Killian offers gently.

“Okay but I’m not some fairytale character; I’m from Boston - the land without magic. I don’t have any power.” 

“Oh for…” Tink swears under her breath, crossing the room and grabbing Emma’s wrist. Faster than she can stop her, the fairy pulls a small blade from the complicated twist of pins and leather that keeps her mass of blonde hair piled on top of her head, ivory handle embellished with gold runes, and slashes it across Emma’s palm. 

“Ow! What the hell!” Emma shouts, yanking her hand away. That fucking hurt. Tinkerbelle doesn’t resist, the rest of their small crew moving to intervene, but all at once, they freeze. Emma follows their gazes to her hand, clutched tightly in a fist to her chest and her breath catches. There’s light seeping through the cracks in her fingers, golden and swirling like smoke, shimmering like the magic that flows over the Constant’s skin. 

Jacaranda reaches a hand out to her, palm upturned in a request and Emma looks to the others before carefully placing her hand in theirs. Carefully, the Constant unfurls her fingers, examining the light that shines from her wound with a careful touch. Their eyes go wide. “This is our magic,” they say, voice soft and tinged with awe. “Ours and… something else.” 

“May I?” Philodendron asks, extending their own hand. Emma nods, even as the urge to refuse shouts at her. You don’t have magic. You’re not magic. You’re a goddamn bail bonds person from Boston, not a fairytale character. Philodendron looks at her after taking a moment to examine the wound themselves. “This is light magic,” they confirm. “It’s raw and untapped but powerful, more powerful than anything I’ve seen since before Pan’s time.” They twist her hand a bit, trying to look closer, to read something in whatever they see that Emma can’t. “But this isn’t born of belief and dreams as ours is, it's the product of something else… of -”

“True love,” Emma breathes out, so low she doesn’t mean for anyone to hear it. Henry had said that hadn’t he? That she was supposed to be the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming, that she was supposed to be the Saviour. 

“Yes, that’s it,” Philodendron nods slowly. “You were right, Tinkerbelle. This is more powerful magic than we anticipated.” 

“Can you use it?” Emma asks, still not believing it really, but if it means they’ll help her get her kid back, she doesn’t care what she has to do. 

“That depends,” Halcyon takes a step forward. “Can you wield it?” 

“No, I…” she doesn’t even know how this is possible. 

“I can.” They all turn to Tink, Emma cradling her hand to her chest once more. “If you tell me what we need to do, I can guide her. But you’ll have to let me.” The last bit is directed at her and she hesitates… Tink hasn’t exactly made a secret of the fact that she’s not a fan of hers, and she just slashed her damn hand open… Trust already isn’t her strong suit to begin with. “I’m not going to steal it,” Tink snaps and looks genuinely offended and Emma remembers that she knows what it is to have her power taken from her. 

“I know you won’t. I just… what if it doesn’t work?” How powerful could this magic be? She’s not anything special, she never has been. Why would this be any different? 

“Then I guess you don’t get your kid back.” 

“Tink,” Killian warns but Emma can’t help but appreciate the fairy’s bluntness. 

“What do we need to do?” 

“This cavern, ” TigerLily starts, taking a knee and placing a hand reverently on the stone, “used to be a sacred place. It held all of the secrets of Neverland, and the dreams of children who visited - the purest and most honest of truths of all - fueled the island as it did our magic. This was its source - the source of everything. 

“But then Pan tainted this cave with his twisted version of secrets as power, as something to be wielded, and forced us to sacrifice the last of the light magic that still breathed life into Neverland, the cavern shielded itself from his darkness. Now it echoes truths rather than accept ones taken maliciously. This place… has seen nothing but darkness for centuries. It has not been sleeping, but fighting, the last of the resistance against Pan right under his nose, keeping the darkness at bay and it has hardened. We need to remind it what the light looks like.” 

“It can have mine. Whatever this is. If it can help and if this place can defeat Pan it can have all of it.” 

Tiger Lily smiles kindly. “Not all of it. It would never snuff out your light. But even the slightest kindling can spark an inferno and with it you can breathe magic back into the island.” 

“How?” 

They nod to Tink who retrieves her knife again, slashing her own palm this time, the light that glows from her wound a shimmering green, and holds her hand out to Emma. Heat burns across her skin when she takes Tink’s offered hand, the light between them growing, shining and mixing. Tink places her other hand on Tiger Lily’s shoulder and the Constant flattens both their palms against the stone beneath them. After a moment, they look to Emma and she knows she’s doing it wrong. She’s not doing anything but she’s doing it wrong. 

“I’m sorry.”

Tiger Lily shakes their head, their smile not malicious, but understanding. 

“I have met so many lost boys and girls on this island. So many broken, hardened children lead here by fear and hurt and neglect, so afraid to trust, to love, to admit or even accept what they want, what they desire more than anything - what has been robbed of them. This place is born of dreams and truths and you, dear Swan, strong Swan, brave Swan… frightened Swan, have locked yourself away from both.” 

“But I already told this place my darkest secret.” But she doesn’t need Tiger Lily to tell her - this place echoes darkness, resists darkness. That secret was Pan’s magic - not Neverland’s. 

“What do you dream of, Emma? What truths do you keep from yourself?” Emma opens her mouth to speak but Tiger Lily holds up a hand. “Do not tell them to me. Tell them to the lost girl. Unburden her.” 

What does she dream of? Things she can’t have, things she’s never had, things that were taken away. She wants to find her parents, that’s no secret though, she’s always known that. She wants them to have never given her up in the first place. She wanted a family, the one she could have had with Henry and Neal if he hadn’t turned out to be the vile person he was, the life that she’d had just a glimpse of after one missed period, before everything went to shit. She doesn’t want that anymore. She hasn’t let herself want any of it since then, not love, not family, not hope… 

Her skin begins to warm, something flaring beneath the surface. Liar. She doesn’t know if it’s the cave or herself or her magic but it echoes through her like her secret against the walls. Tiger Lily accused her of locking herself away from her dreams, from her truths, but can they even still be truths if they’ve been silenced and stomped down for decades? 

She thinks of the lost girl she was, abandoned, a runaway on the street, burning the last of her childhood, of stupid fairytales and stories to keep warm in a world that was only ever cold. What had that girl wanted? Powerless, lost, alone. That girl who felt like nothing, who meant nothing to anyone, who had never mattered and never would, who had only herself to take care of her. She wanted to matter - to someone, to herself, she wanted people to matter to her, to be able to let them. She didn’t want to be alone anymore. Even as she pushed away every foster parent, every friend, every lover as she grew older, she didn’t want - she doesn’t want - to have to do it alone. 

That’s what she dreams of, what she refuses to admit that she dreams of. That for all of her rightly earned distrust of everyone, for all of her caution and her fear of abandonment, of love and hope, she wants to be able to let them in, let them matter. She wants to believe that she could have that happily ever after that she’s scorned all her life. 

Images flash in her mind as the heat builds, her body tingling, a faint glimmer of light shining against her shut eyelids. Henry smiling in her doorway in Boston, Mary Margaret offering her a home, Killian bringing her to Neverland, Wendy helping her hide from Pan, Will sacrificing himself for her, Killian nearly sacrificing Milah’s name - sacrificing his memories, all of them banding together to help her save her kid, even Tink now, helping her to wield magic she doesn’t understand. 

She’s not alone. She’s not in this alone. For the first time in her life she has people she can count on. People she can trust. She thinks of the smile Henry gave her when she let him know she wasn’t going to leave Storybrooke even though she could, of Mary Margaret’s pep talks, of shared hot chocolate and drinks and advice in their apartment, of Killian in that dank brig after one of the worst hours of her life - perhaps I would - of his words whispered in the quiet darkness of his cabin - I’m here. You don’t have to ask - of his confession echoing around them - until I met you. She does matter to people. She’s not nothing. She was never nothing. She matters and she has people who matter to her. 

Her whole body alights, the blood in her veins not blood anymore but something else, something powerful and she can feel it surging beneath her skin, pulled by a force as it rushes through her and towards that opening in her palm. The white of her light overtakes the green and Tink’s body jerks like the surge of magic is as jarring to her as it is for Emma. Tiger Lily gasps, the ground beneath them starting to glow, tendrils of golden light snaking towards them across the stone like rivulets. Their body starts to shimmer, the dusting of gold shining brighter until their skin is swallowed by it completely. 

Emma can feel sweat beading on her skin, the salt mixing with the tears she hadn’t realized she’d been crying. She doesn’t know how much longer she can keep this up, the power coursing through her overwhelming. Tink’s hand is shaking in hers, both their palms damp and slippery and white knuckled and she can’t imagine how much more effort the fairy is putting in as the one actually channeling all of this. 

“There’s so much,” Tiger Lily says in awe. “We’ve forgotten so much.” Their eyes are glowing with the same gold that covers their skin, their mouth pulling into a smile even as tears roll down their cheeks. 

“I can’t -” Tink starts, but doesn’t let Emma release her hand when she tries to stop.

There’s another moment, the light engulfing the Constant almost completely, so bright Emma has to look away, before finally, suddenly, it stops. The three of them slump against the ground with a gasp of exhaustion. Emma doesn’t even turn when she feels hands on her shoulders, helping her to sit up, she knows it’s him. Wendy is at Tink’s side helping to support her as well as the Constant circle around Tiger Lily, all of them holding one another in a moment that feels beautiful and private as joy and heartbreak play over their faces. 

“Can you. Stop him?” Tink pants out. 

“I… I think so. There’s just - there’s so much. I need time to sort through it all.” 

“We don’t. Have. Time.”

“All of the secrets of Neverland, millennia’s worth, have just been poured into my mind. It will take me more than a few minutes to understand it all and find what will help us.” 

“How much time?” Emma asks. Henry’s already been here too long - too long without knowing that she’s here, that she’s coming for him. 

“I don’t… give me a few nights at least. Come back in three days. That should give me time to make sense of what is needed at least.” Their eyes are far away, like they’re not seeing the cavern around them but something far bigger and far more extraordinary.  

Emma nods. “Three days?” 

“Three days. And then we’ll rid this island of its false king forever.”

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[dr-sunshine-md-is-me]

Sooooo.... just finished watching Cinderella's Castle and... (theory?? IDFK) CINDERELLAS CASTLE SPOILERS!!!!!!

The Fairy Queen of Sweet Dreams is absolutely Webby.

I don't have a lot of hard evidence but i do have circumstantial stuff. Cus me and my brother @brady21o8 just finished watching and we were both saying this the whole time. These are in no order and just as I remember them.

The stardust motif reminds me a lot of the starry children, which, yes, is not necessarily a Webby thing and more a lords in black thing but still fun coincidence.

They both look very similar. I would definitely describe the Fairy as "the lady in white"

Her whole light motif is exactly like Webby's.

They both have a sort of genetic connection to girls. Since both Lex and Hannah were very connected to Webby, I would say that it is probably genetic in that sense (or another thing but that's next) and Ella and her mother were both connected to the fairy

They both have an attraction to trauma and rage. If it's not genetics that made both Lex and Hannah connected to Webby, then it was there shared trauma and experiences. The fairy says that she was awakened by the innocent blood of Justine and Lucy and the rage in Ella's heart

When the fairy takes Ella to give her her gifts, she takes her into an infinitely dark and empty place with a tiny space of light and starlight, which, to me, is very similar to the Black and White and how Webby has such little influence compared to her brothers

And lastly, more of a joke but still, my brother pointed out that Jeff Blim did the songs for this musical as well as all the hatchetfield musicals and trail to Oregon, which is theorized to be connected to hatchetfield and the lords in black.

This may be completely untrue but it's fun anyway.

Edit: I just thought of something cray cray. The fairy Queen of sweet dreams has green accents on her. And she says that gods are not good or evil they just are. What if Cinderella's Castle takes place before her falling out with the lords in Black? Maybe the Starry Children were disciples of Ella and all the lords and lady, but then became disciples of the Lords in Black after they became the lords in black. The fairy Queen does say that the infinite blackness is at the end of time, so maybe it's in the future when the lords in black dominate. Just a thought XD

[sobblesources]

IF YOU BUILD IT , THEY WILL COME .

sentence starters taken from fall out boy's album ' so much for stardust ' . edited to fit rp needs , adjust pronouns as necessary .

❛ you know i'm dying out here , ❜

❛ what would you trade the pain for ? ❜

❛ we were a hammer to the statue of david , ❜

❛ you were the sunshine of my lifetime , ❜

❛ i'd never go , i just want to be invited , ❜

❛ i just about snapped , ❜

❛ every lover's got a little dagger in their hand , ❜

❛ i'm falling in & out of love , ❜

❛ nowhere left for us to go but heaven , ❜

❛ is there a word for bad miracle ? ❜

❛ could we please pretend this won't end ? ❜

❛ don't dare stop , ❜

❛ heartbreak feels so good , ❜

❛ they didn't know , ❜

❛ we'll cry later , ❜

❛ when you ask how i've been , i know you mean well , ❜

❛ i'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky , ❜

❛ i love my life , ❜

❛ i guess i'm getting older , cause i'm getting less pissed , ❜

❛ you put the 'fun' in dysfunction , ❜

❛ part time soulmate , full time problem , ❜

❛ hold me like a grudge , ❜

❛ if you put your heart in it , we'll do more than just get by together , ❜

❛ take a knife & cut through the darkness , ❜

❛ remember us just like this forever , ❜

❛ do you laugh about me whenever i leave ? ❜

❛ love is in the air , i just gotta figure out a window to break out , ❜

❛ my mood board is just pictures of you , ❜

❛ i didn't the love when i had the chance , ❜

❛ we did it for futures that never came , & pasts that we're never gonna change , ❜

❛ kiss my cheek , baby , please ? ❜

❛ will you read my eulogy ? ❜

❛ i will never ask you for anything except to dream sweet of me , ❜

❛ will you still love who i am ? ❜

❛ half your life you've been hooked on death , ❜

❛ i closed my eyes inside your darkness & found your glow , ❜

❛ twice the dreams , but half the love , ❜

❛ i know i've made mistakes , but at least they were mine to make , ❜

❛ i'll be whatever you need me to be , ❜

❛ i cut myself down for whatever you need me to be , ❜

❛ there's no point to any of this , ❜

❛ i take pleasure in the detail , ❜

❛ drop a bomb on all the things we dreamed about , ❜

❛ they never came , ❜

❛ let's twist the knife again , ❜

❛ i guess to you know i'm just a face in the crowd , ❜

❛ oh god , kindly please , would you kill me now ? ❜

❛ last night i dreamt i still knew you , ❜

❛ i carved out a place in this world for two , but it's empty without you , ❜

❛ i got all this love i've got to keep to myself , ❜

❛ i can't be who you need me to be , ❜

❛ no one will remember me when they look back , ❜

❛ what is there between us if not a little annihilation ? ❜

❛ i'm a hard pill to swallow , & i'm not your intended dose , ❜

❛ i spent ten years in a bitter chemical haze , ❜

❛ that's the way the world used to be before our dreams started bursting at the seams , ❜

❛ everything's lit except my serotonin , ❜

❛ baby please , i just need someone to hold me , ❜

❛ i don't wanna be with my own thoughts , ❜

❛ i just wanna be your cherry on top , ❜

❛ when i said 'leave me alone' this isn't quite what i meant , ❜

❛ what a time to be alive , ❜

❛ split me right down the middle , ❜

❛ we though we had it all , ❜

❛ i need the sound of crowds or i can't fall asleep , ❜

❛ i'm pretty positive my pain isn't cool , ❜

❛ ache it till you make it , ❜

❛ i think i've been going through it , ❜

❛ in another life , you were my babe , ❜

❛ i used to think it'd all get better , ❜

[birdhouseblog25]

Yu-Gi-Oh Honest Opinion 5Ds Edition

-Am I the only one who finds the Fortune Cup kinda forgettable? I was mostly excited for the Dark Signers arc afterward.

-Trudge has one of the best character arcs in the show. He went from being a bully who abused his power to helping the main cast stop various threats in the city. The two duels in the beginning with Yusei got him to be humbled about how he treats others. It's a shame we didn't get a reference duel monsters or to his short relations with Yugi.

-Crow is an okay character. As a duelist, he's skilled and has one of the best duels in the show between him and Dark Signer Gregor. The downside? He just felt shoved in to the plot, as if his character arc was kinda over and done with from the beginning.

-They didn't need to retcon Blackwing Dragon into the Crimson Dragon myth. It wasn't necessary, and it only led to more questions than answers.

-Speaking of Retcons, Carly and Jack's relationship is just nonexistent in the second season onward. They made Carly into more of a fangirl than she already was in season 1. It's even bigger because the whole point of their relationship isn't just because of romance but because Carly helps Jack regain his confidence for him to change for the better. WE WERE ROBBED.

-I will not forgive the English dub adaptation for skipping over the Red Nova Dragon arc.

-Nor will I ever forgive the dub for skipping over the Team Taiyou duel.

-Yusei's english dub helps give him more character in terms of personality. His Japanese dub has a lot of raw emotion and gusto, but it's missing something in that voice range that distinguishes his personality a lot more.

-Junk Warrior deserves an alternate evolution, just like Stardust Dragon.

-Speaking of Junk Warrior, I love the design and theme behind the monster. The scarf goes so hard in the design it DESPERATELY needs alternate forms in the future.

-5Ds was the start of the master duel era theming focusing on Sci-Fi, rather than the supernatural elements that make up the majority of Yu-Gi-Oh's identity. Is the supernatural theming still a part of Yu-Gi-Oh's core creation? Absolutely, and that will never change. However, I'm starting to get tired of the sci-fi elements and interdimensional storylines since we had them for FIVE WHOLE SHOWS IN TOTAL.

-Card games on motorcycles is still a funny meme

-Team Ragnorok deserves a spin-off series. They make great rivals to team 5ds. PLEASE. I NEED THIS.

-Luna and Leo deserve better. Their relevance in the anime feels so lackluster. It's shocking how much the anime and the writing push them to the sidelines without a proper end to their narrative.

-Z-ONE should have been an alternate future version of Yusei. I don't care. It makes sense! His goals are in such contrast to Z-ONE's. A broken man who wants to change the future for the better, until he's broken down, realizing his sacrifice was in vain, not knowing if everything he's done up to that point is worth saving. I enjoy stories where the protagonist has to fight an alternate version of themselves. It's an internal conflict of them facing the worst part of themselves.

-Akiza deserves her roses. That's it.

-Let us be honest. You cry every time you see a clip of Bruno's death and can't stop sobbing. I should know. I couldn't stop sobbing either.

[captonite]

Don’t Leave My Sight (aka: The Gala Incident, Winchester Edition)

Chubs tugged gently at the satin glove as she stepped into the marble-floored lobby, heels clicking, gown gliding like water behind her. The sheer tulle of her dress shimmered under the golden lights—slit high, bodice delicate, neckline soft but enough to make Dean internally combust.

She glanced at her reflection in the glass doors. Ethereal. Dreamy. Dangerous, in a different way than usual.

“You ready?” she asked, turning to her brothers.

Sam was mid-stare. Dean was not even pretending to look away.

“...Where the hell is the rest of your dress?” Dean muttered, crossing his arms and stepping between her and any potential witnesses.

Sam blinked like he’d forgotten how to form words. “You—you can’t wear that.”

“I am wearing it,” she said sweetly, turning to grab her tiny clutch from the table.

“I thought Cas was joking when he said it had sparkles,” Dean muttered again. “You look like a walking heart attack.”

“I thought I looked pretty,” she mumbled, trying to hide the smallest flicker of hurt.

Immediately, both brothers backtracked.

“No, no, no—you look gorgeous,” Sam said, voice cracking slightly. “Just. Dangerously so.”

Dean pointed at her like it was a crime. “You look like the goddess of heartbreak and tragic sonnets. And there are drunk politicians and sleazebags in there, Chubs. You are not leaving my sight tonight.”

She snorted. “Dean. We’re literally going undercover.”

“Exactly. So I’m undercover as your shadow. I’ll be the lace on your damn hem.”

Sam cleared his throat, adjusting his tie like it might distract him from the mental image of her surrounded by the crowd. “We’re sticking to a triangle formation, right? Eyes on her at all times.”

“Copy that,” Dean said seriously. “Operation: Baby Sister No Touchy.”

Chubs raised a brow. “You two are being dramatic.”

“Yeah? And you’re being illegal,” Dean hissed, gesturing to her slit.

She rolled her eyes, grabbing her coat. “Let’s go before you have an aneurysm.”

Inside the Gala

Chubs was magnetic. Elegant. Effortless.

Dean almost punched a guy for staring too long. Sam actually did interrupt a conversation to wedge himself between her and some oil executive who was laying it on too thick.

“You look radiant,” the man had said.

“She’s seventeen,” Sam had deadpanned. “And you’re allergic to subtlety.”

Later, When It Was All Over

Back in the Impala, she curled her legs up in the backseat, heels off, lashes drooping with exhaustion.

“You boys okay?” she teased, peeking at them in the front.

Dean glanced at her in the mirror. “You’re never wearing that dress again.”

“Dean,” Sam said slowly, “She looked beautiful.”

“I know,” Dean muttered, jaw tight. “That’s the problem.”

Chubs smiled, soft and sleepy. “You guys were ridiculous tonight.”

“Protective,” Sam corrected.

“Possessive,” Dean added.

She rolled her eyes. “You were both perfect.”

Dean paused. “…You’re still never wearing it again.”

She didn’t argue. She just smiled and drifted off, dress glittering in the dark like a constellation—and Dean and Sam keeping watch like her own personal stars.

---

The gala had ended, but Chubs still looked like the moon had kissed her skin and left stardust in her hair. The boys were half-dragging her back to the bunker, both still wound tight from hours of fending off every tuxedo-clad man who dared look at their baby sister like she wasn’t forged by the divine.

Dean unlocked the door with a grunt, glancing back at her in that flowy silver dress with its delicate sleeves and the slit that—“Okay, seriously, why is there even a slit that high?” he muttered under his breath.

“Because I’m a woman, Dean,” Chubs replied sweetly, stepping in like she hadn’t just driven them both to madness.

Sam was already pulling off his tie, but not before giving Dean a look. “We did say undercover. You didn’t have to pick a dress that made her look like Aphrodite reincarnated.”

“I didn’t pick it! She picked it! I was thinking long-sleeved. Burlap sack, maybe.”

Chubs snorted. “I looked beautiful and you know it.”

“You looked like trouble,” Dean muttered. “And Cas is gonna short-circuit.”

Right on cue—flutter, flutter—wings filled the room with a whoosh of air and static crackle. Castiel appeared at the top of the war room stairs, blinking slowly.

“Hello,” he said simply, looking at Sam, then Dean.

And then he saw her.

Cas went completely still.

His eyes dragged from the soft waves in her hair down to the shimmer of her dress, the way the fabric caught the light when she moved. His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

“Cas?” Dean raised a brow. “You good, buddy?”

“I…” Cas cleared his throat like he forgot how vocal cords worked. “You are… glowing.”

Chubs smiled. “It’s just the highlighter.”

“No,” Cas said, firm and soft all at once. “It’s not.”

She blinked.

Dean grumbled. “Alright, angel boy, don’t get poetic on us—”

“She looked like this the whole night,” Sam added, dry. “This is what we dealt with. Entire guest list couldn’t stop looking.”

Cas was still looking. “They were right to.”

“Okay!” Dean threw his hands up. “I’m getting her a cloak.”

Chubs giggled, cheeks rosy. “Cas, you’re embarrassing me.”

“I don’t mean to,” he said gently. “But it’s true. You looked like… hope.”

That shut everyone up.

Even Dean, who softened, seeing Chubs visibly fluster at the compliment. She looked down at her feet, touched her hair, suddenly unsure of herself.

“Thank you,” she mumbled.

Cas tilted his head. “It’s a human event, yes? Was it enjoyable?”

“It was… kinda magical,” she admitted. “I don’t usually get to feel that normal, or pretty.”

“You are always both,” he said, no hesitation.

Sam smiled a little. Dean rolled his eyes—but even he looked like he was holding back a proud grin.

Cas stepped forward, hands awkwardly clasped behind his back. “Next time… may I attend with you?”

Chubs looked up, eyes wide. “You want to go to a gala?”

“I want to go where you go.”

Dean choked on his drink in the background. “Cas—Jesus.”

Sam just laughed.

And Chubs? She smiled. Wide and warm. “You better bring a suit.”

[honeyhotteoks]

Hi, wanted to thankyou for writing across stardust, I really liked it!

It just made me think about something… because it kinda made me feel bad to know that some of the things you wrote (the hate and things like that) could really happen if one of them reveals that they are in a relationship, I guess there are always two side of the coin; one side is being happy for them and supporting them and for me the other side is how to deal with it because I wouldn’t read things like this anymore and probably would not even watch the Edits on TT because I would feel bad, is that normal?!

Thankyou for writing and your inspirations for the story are beautiful! Have a good day/ night or whateverrr

thank you so much!! yeah you bring up an interesting point that i thought about a lot writing the ending.

i guess in a roundabout way i’m kind of critiquing all of us fans on social media and how we engage with content. i love fandom, and i obviously write rpf and get super deep into head canons and stuff….. but i try to be mindful that there’s a real person behind all of this.

but at the end of the day….. i’m writing a character. i don’t know yunho, or any idol, im making things up based on the pieces of himself he’s willing to share. i’ll never know him, but that’s okay.

i think you can only be responsible for your own content and what you engage with. if yunho got a girlfriend today and started posting pics with her, i personally would still continue to read and write fic, i’d still be in love with him, because i think im super aware that it’s not “real”. i honestly would be happier knowing hes happy. i’m kind of a giant sap like that.

when you say you’d feel bad reading fics or watching edits etc. if they had a partner, i don’t think you should. i think if you’re able to compartmentalize that the parts of them that we engage with and speculate about are totally separate from the whole person, the whole person that’s in a relationship with someone else, then in my opinion it’s okay. i think losing fans and losing love because they’re in a relationship is sad, it’s something so unique to k-pop and honestly makes me wish for a different atmosphere for them.

a lot of the comments i wrote in the fic were taken from real comments idols have gotten during dating scandals, including yunho’s dating rumors a few years back. i specifically pulled some real comments (from itiny and ktiny) because i wanted it to feel real….. because it is real. it’s the ugly part of this industry we have to be mindful of. and i never ever want to behave like that online, i will only ever offer idols my love and support if they have relationships… but ill still be a fandom person, that’s just who i am.

(as a side note…. yunhos letter is actually also a combination of several different ex idols’s marriage announcements, seungkwan’s letter addressing the industry, and built off yunhos own writing to atiny. )

anyways i appreciate you asking about this and i hope my rambling makes sense!

[mnstcrbnll]

"ATTENTION, STARDUSTS! Get ready, because ROUND ONE IS OFFICIALLY OVER!"

"You're already doing great and making this season one of the best we've had in a long while, but some of you investigated much better than others! First thing first, we can now reveal that our audience's Secret was given to us by our special guest of the evening: GREEN OAK, Gym Leader of Viridian City! A round of applause, please!"

"Thank you for having me, Sirio! ...and yes, I admit that Jynx used to truly terrify me. It took me a long while to get over it... because otherwise our Champion would've kept bothering me with his!"

cue laughter from the audience.

"Ah, yes! I completely understand, Jynx can be quite terrifying! Our dear mr. Oak will soon enough reveal the points of our wonderful contestants... but first, let's see which Secret came to light already! Etna?"

"On it, Sirio!"

BARRY / @brightresearchers:

I stole a piece of the reinforced steel walls from Byron's gym back when I challenged him! He knows about it, so it's fine.

RIKA / @teraluceo

I may have been a poison type trainer but my mother forbade it.

NATE / @routeone:

My guilty pleasure is low-budget horror movies. I love the horror genre as a concept but can get really freaked out by the good movies, so I watch the bad ones to find middle ground.

SYLVIA / @sylviareviar:

I have kept a vigilante's identity secret from the International Police because they saved my life, but framed themself as the one who hurt me to protect their mission. The incident they framed themself for was a fire caused by a rampaging Shadow Pokemon.

HAU / @tapuhauko:

I once broke something with a ton of sentimental value belonging to a family member and blamed someone else for it.

CEUS / @exnusquam

"I can literally make your wishes come true."

N / @weisskunig:

I can play pianoforte.

ASPEN / @crystaspen

i panic emailed the champion of hoenn for help once when i was trying not to die in a restricted area in paldea and now we're kind of pen pals

CYNTHIA / @avacynthia:

I once subdued a man using only my hair accessories.

GHETSIS / @diabotsis

I have books sold all over the world under a pseudonym about the art of communicating with people.

STEVEN / @the-wandering-rock-collector:

I'm an avid collector of Carbink themed merchandise. I can and will buy anything to do with it. Carbink Slippers, Carbink plushies, Carbink bedding… I own it all. I even have a limited edition Carbink sculpture made with real cystals.

FRIEDE / @wingbeatz:

I'm originally from Cinnabar Island, in the Kanto region, but had already moved away when the volcano erupted. Came back to help my mom relocate though.

PROF. WILLOW / @silverformed:

“ I uuuh haven’t had the courage to admit the pokeballs I left around to be found for a prank were suppose to be prizes…but got mixed up with voltorb and foongus instead. “ (notes in margin no pokemon or people got hurt…that he’s heard of!)

AGNI / @brrnedoutbrrista:

I like it when I’m able to beat my opponent whether that be in games or battles. I hate beating people weaker than me, but I love the feeling when I beat someone better than me…or at least on my level. That keeps me going. I feel bad though, for liking the feeling of winning

"...which means that so far nobody guessed Anastasie ( @silverfates ), Willow ( @soardived ), Faba ( @intriguant ) and Yuki's ( @tarnishedemerald ) secrets! For that, each one of them will recieve an extra point!"

"You'll get the point tally so far after these messages!"

RAID SHADOW LEGE--

[manic-maniac-man]

HUgE Oct 2012

HERO

DAVID BOWIE as GREAT FASHION ICON

Edit&Text TORU UKON

*Alexander McQueen designed the coats for the 1996 tour.

*A cape with the words "Shukabetsu Boui" designed by Kansai Yamamoto for the Japan tour

A discussion of David Bowie as an eternal fashion icon

Every season, there is a certain person who becomes the motif of the collection. In fact, it may be that he is the very person who has been presenting his own collections for 40 years since the 1960s: David Bowie.

Many music critics

He is acclaimed as the greatest rock star of the 20th century, and has inspired many fashion designers. We approached him from the perspective of fashion and delved into his philosophy. Why is he an eternal fashion icon?

The most influential artists of the twentieth century

No man has as many adjectives as David Bowie. No superstar has ever been described with as many nicknames and catchphrases as he has. It was only about one-third of David Bowie's career that people got tired of describing him one by one and started using the adjective "brilliant transformation." Bowie continued to transform himself, and more nicknames were added, and "brilliant transformation" became his standard. He has been a top star for more than 40 years since his debut, and in a survey of musicians conducted by the magazine "NME," he was chosen as "the most influential artist of the 20th century."

However, these are mostly evaluations from the musical side. It may be nonsense to evaluate David Bowie's diverse talents and multifaceted activities from only one direction. However, even if we look only at his fashion, costumes, and styling, they are evaluated as much as, or even more than, his musical side. For the past few decades, David Bowie has always been a motif somewhere in the twice-yearly collections held in Paris, Milan, New York, and Tokyo. His 40 years of "brilliant transformation" have been a treasure trove of collection motifs, and as a fashion icon, the number of samples is enormous.

Just as artists such as U2, David Byrne, and Japan were musical followers of Bowie, designers such as Paul Smith, Raf Simons, and Kris Van Assche have also publicly declared their respect for Bowie.

But starting with Miyashita Takahiro, Bowie's influence can be seen in his latest collections.

Natural talent and acquired charm

David Bowie only wore fashion that was in line with the times for a few years during his teenage years. After he entered his twenties, he stuck to his own David Bowie style. Recently, he wore suits by Tom Browne, and even during his Ziggy Stardust days, he wore stage costumes designed by Kansai Yamamoto and baggy suits designed by Freddie Balletti, but it seemed more like Bowie's sensibility was being expressed by the designers, rather than the designers choosing Bowie as a model.

However, even as a high school student, Bowie was already an exceptional stylist. In his first band, he played the role of a beautiful blonde teddy boy, carrying a saxophone given to him by his mother. Around this time, he got into a fight with another band member over a girl (some say it was an accident caused by a toy propeller plane), and lost the sight in his left eye (others say he could still see). This meant that his pupils remained permanently dilated, and he was handicapped by having "different coloured eyes", but this in turn contributed to the mysterious charm that characterised Bowie. The same could be said for his canine teeth, which he did not remove until he was 47 years old. At the age of 17, he continued to play in the band in a beehive style (a hairstyle with a high crown that was popular amongst mod boys) and mod suits, but his intense desire for self-expression and rebellious spirit led him to be outsighted by the general public.

He disliked the typical Mod style of scooters and M-51 parkas, and insisted on wearing tailored suits, made in Italy.

At the age of 19, he changed his stage name to David Bowie because he didn't like the fact that his real name, David Jones, was the same as the lead singer of the popular American idol band The Monkees. He also broke away from his mushroom cut and began to search for his own original style. This was the height of the Beatles and the Rolling Stones. Bowie changed his long hair to a short, shaggy style and wore a psychedelic shirt. For the cover of his solo debut album. For his second album (1969), he completely changed his style, wearing curly hair and a hippie-style patchwork vest. At the time, no one paid any attention to this style. However, many fashionistas know that the vest with a fan-shaped leather mosaic that Bowie wore at that time has been reproduced by a popular brand in recent years.

The Eve of the Legendary Ziggy Stardust

David Bowie's style is an accumulation of various cultures. Of course, the subcultures that were popular at the time had a significant influence, but more than that, his knowledge of literature, theater, art, and film greatly influenced his style, both musically and fashion-wise.

Bowie, who had been through the Mod, Merseybeat, Flower, and Psychedelic eras, changed dramatically from the 60s to the 70s.

At the very time of change, as if to escape from such a big whirlpool (he is good at such escape), he turned his vector to classical art. He listened to chanson, learned pantomime under Lindsay Kemp, and immersed himself in literature and painting. The foundation of all his performance acts, which would later be described as "David Bowie playing the role of David Bowie, directed by director David Bowie," was created during this period. Of course, it also had a major influence on his fashion, and became a source of energy for him to always create his own unique style that was completely different from the trends of the time.

His second album, Space Oddity, was inspired by Stanley Kubrick's film 2001: A Space Odyssey, but he soon abandoned his curly hair and hippie look, even though the hippie and psychedelic movement was at its height. Bowie decided that rock was his stage, and that he was a performer who could take on any character.

The Birth of Glam Rock Star Ziggy

In 1971, Bowie released his third album, The Man Who Sold the World, with his hair down to his chest and wearing a woman's dress. His appearance, described as a "classic, handsome mask," easily accepted this strange appearance. In 1972, photographer Masayoshi Sukita, who went to London to photograph glam rock star Marc Bolan of T-REX, learned of Bowie's popularity in the lounge of the hotel where he was staying. "It was a hotel where musicians and people in the fashion industry stayed for long periods of time, and the employees were all stylish people who wore makeup. Everyone was talking about Bowie there. I had never heard of him before, but when I saw a poster for "The Man Who Sold the World" in the city, I thought, "This guy is cool," and I was interested in him. I showed him my book (works) through Yasuko Takahashi, the stylist who introduced me to Marc Bolan, and I decided to take his photos. Everyone at the hotel was jealous."

Sukita, who was a fashion photographer in Japan, is stylish.

"Bowie is always stylish. It's something he's probably cultivated since he was a child. Even the way he wraps his scarf makes him look good. Of course, his natural looks also played a part in it."

In this way, Kamada became the closest person to Bowie's legendary character, Ziggy Stardust (a stranger from outer space). Inspired by "A Clockwork Orange," he wore a jumpsuit with a Liberty print fabric that expressed Dadaism, and it was the first time the world witnessed an androgynous transgender style. Not at a collection venue in Paris, but on a live stage in London. It was the moment when rock transcended fashion, and the birth of the original visual kei artist.

Ziggy is gone,

A pale, thin duke appeared.

Bowie made Ziggy disappear within a year, despite his strong impact. Even during the "Aladdin Sane" tour, with a reflector designed by Pierre Laroche stuck to his forehead, his short red hair was bristled with cheap spray paint, and he wore bold costumes designed by Kansai Yamamoto, a cape that would put even a biker gang to shame with the words "Dekkabou Boui" written on it, bikini pants like sumo wrestlers' mawashi, and a bold geometric pattern suit by Freddie Baretti. It became common to change costumes six times on stage, and it seemed like the glam rock monster would continue to accelerate...

After breaking away from glam, Bowie deepened his friendship with beatnik writer William Burroughs, and while relying on drugs, he searched for his next character. In a complete change from his skin-tight stage costumes, he donned a pressed suit by Yves Saint Laurent, his trousers held up by suspenders, and his hair neatly brushed. This was the appearance of a cool and elegant "pale duke" (so named after the name of his tour at the time). At the same time, he was mocked by glam rock fans and Ziggy followers as a "singing fashion boutique." However, from a fashion perspective, Bowie's style over the next 10 years would influence the history of fashion for the next 30 years.

From major cult stars to

Towards an eternal fashion icon

When punk rock was sweeping the world, Bowie escaped from there and lived in Berlin, where he was immersed in European decadence. The "skinny pale duke" became more and more elegant, and his stance of moving on the opposite side of punk with his own base made his presence even more prominent. Big prim hats, baggy pants, tight waistcoats, three-piece suits, and a large hooded overcoat that was also used as the cover for "LOW"... Snapshots of him sent from Europe always inspired fashion creators, and the details of Bowie's clothing were always checked. Of course, this was not limited to Japan. Raf Simons, who spent his teenage years in a small town in Belgium, also said in a previous interview, "I had nothing to do but to go to Berlin."

All I did was listen to David Bowie and check out his fashion," he said.

On the other hand, you can see his stylish appearance in movies and theater. Even in "Beginners" (1986), which Bowie himself said was a failure, many people imitated his styling. Since the 1980s, suit styles have become overwhelmingly more popular, but he never conformed to the times, removing his bowtie and wearing a vivid jacket in primary colors, and maintaining his stance as a creator.

In the 1990s, the number of young designers who respected Bowie and wanted to collaborate with him increased. The Union Jack frock coat with holes that Alexander McQueen made for him is still burned into the eyes of many fashionistas.