#As they deserve

[garaks-padded-bra]

in a universe where jadzias death was foreshadowed and done in a more narratively satisfying (and frankly, as she deserves, cooler) way, i think kira and ezri shouldve got to kill dukat at the end

[epickiya722]

Love that Tokoyami and Dark Shadow got this cool shot right here. "Yes, bask in my prince of darkness aura."

EDIT: Lowkey looks like Kurogiri's face here.

[meep-meep-richie]

Cheers to good food and better company [lokius version]

[adrift-in-thyme]

🎉Congrats on the milestone! 🎉 Your fics are always so lovely, I love reading your work! ❤️

As for a fic request, could I ask for something with Four? Could be something with Colors, with the chain or with fairy!Time or just by himself, whatever you feel like. I would like him to have just a small, slow, happy moment.

Awww tysm!! <33

Certainly! This was such fun to write. I hope you enjoy it!

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“Mind if I ask what you’re doing, smithy?”

Slowly, Four cranes his neck to look behind him. Normally, in this small form he would feel a thrill of panic at the sound of someone’s approach. But the voice is familiar, and today has been surprisingly devoid of threats upon the heroes’ lives. He is safe to indulge in the comfort of remaining where he is, lying on his back upon the ground. 

His hands rest upon his abdomen, his hair splays out like a halo around his head. The earth is soft beneath him, warm from baking all day in the summer’s heat, and the proud blades of grass stand as shields from the afternoon sun. 

“Watching the clouds,” he says. 

Time cocks his head. The light reflects off of his wings in delicate fractals of red and blue. His hair looks the color of spun gold. Twinkling with mirth, his eye matches the joyful sky above. Silhouetted against the vibrancy of a joyful day, the hero looks far less severe than he does when leading and protecting their little group. More like a simple man, rather than the famed Hero of Time. 

Four likes that. He always appreciates the moments when he gets to see his brothers comfortable, free. They bear responsibilities too great for even the broadest shoulders. If he, in his small and quiet way, can allow them to soothe the fractures within for just a moment, he is glad of it. 

And the fact that Time has grown comfortable being around him in his fae form makes him even happier. He knows all too well the burden of being so very different. 

So very vulnerable. 

He has seen the haunted looks he and Rulie get sometimes, the scars they cannot conceal, the way they eye certain travelers they meet upon the road. It is good to see some of that guarded trepidation flee. 

“Watching the clouds, eh?” With a sigh, Time sits down beside him. “What does that entail?”

His tone is teasing, and an easy smile is on his face. Four returns it. 

“It’s something Grandpa and I did when I was young.” He points up at a sizable puff of gallant white speeding across the heavens. “You catch the clouds and make shapes out of them. That one looks like an octorok.”

Time chuckles. “Ah, yes, I’m familiar with the concept. Malon and I did it many years ago when we were children.” He sighs and a mischievous grin tugs at his lips. “Of course, now I’m too dull and old for such trivialities.”

Four sends him a flat look. “You may fool the others with those comments about your age, but not me.” 

Time lifts a brow. “No?”

“Nope.” Four shakes his head. “I’ve seen you fight. You’re hardly dull, and you’re certainly not old.”

Time lays back, keeping enough distance between them that his wings don’t drift into Four’s face. With a somber expression, he gazes up at the sky.

“Don’t you dare tell the others that. It’s difficult enough leading them without them realizing I do not, in fact, possess the wisdom of the elderly.”

If he didn’t know him quite so well, Four would think he was being serious, that this matter truly was a dire one prone to wound him. He can’t help the bark of laughter that escapes.

“Alright.” He squints, watching as a cloud that vaguely resembles a chu drifts by, lazier than its fellows and falling behind. “I’ll keep your secret on one condition.”

“I swear that one looks like a Deku scrub,” Time says, pointing, then turns a quizzical eye to him. “What is your condition?”

Four grins. “You tell me how old you actually are. You know, on the inside.”

Time’s expression instantly morphs into a scowl. 

“I reject your condition.”

Four’s grin grows larger, tugging at his cheeks. 

“Why? It’s only an innocent question. Malon refused to tell us, so I thought maybe you would.”

“I see. Malon respected my privacy, leading you all to seek out the dark truth for yourselves.” 

“When you say it like that, it sounds as if you’re hiding something dastardly.” Four giggles as he turns his gaze back to the sky. “Are you truly that ancient?”

Time blows out a sigh. “You wound me, smithy. Here I thought we could sit in restful silence and watch the clouds, only to find that you are as set upon destroying me as the others. I still reject your condition. I will rest easy with the knowledge belonging solely to me. Besides” — there is a definite smile in his voice, brimming with mirth — “your secret-keeping abilities are quite poor.” 

“Hey!” Scowling, Four lightly smacks the older hero on the arm. “They are not!”

Time chuckles and gestures upward. “There’s one that looks like the pigs in Wind’s Hyrule.” 

“You’re not getting out of this that easily.” 

But the cloud does truly resemble a plump little pig, something that suddenly seems very comical to Four. He dissolves into laughter and Time joins him. Time’s jab is soon forgotten in the breathless freedom of open joy. 

And when the laughter subsides, they remain in comfortable silence, laying side-by-side, gazing up at the sky. 

[jeskerthefool]

Nerdy Prudes Must Die, but the school is also haunted so whoever dies there comes back.

[faithinlouisfuture]

special merch for lolla India (very reasonably priced)

meet & greet for louies of India

special new (bratty) intro video for Indian louies

countlessly thanking them on stage

takes a group photo with the crowd even though he doesn’t usually do that at festivals

keeps telling them how incredibly special this is for him

proceeds to say “I don’t want this to end” right before singing Silver Tongues!!!

skips along the runway barricade

Indian louies you are so loved by Louis 🤝 Louis you are so loved by Indian louies

like that one journalist said ages ago; louis concerts are like a romantic date between Louis and Louies 🥹

[jennrypan]

Diana, Kori, and Artemis should ALWAYS be taller than their respective bats.

ALWAYS. This is non-negotiable.

[yellowcry]

Does anyone know why are all solarballs canon moonships (Ganyropa, Titanic & Trillisto) are so clearly femdom?/hj

Ganymede, Titan & Triton are just little wet cats with their mommies

[kimgkoi]

The sillies in the grass <3

[arcsin27]

Great thing about p3r coming out is the sudden influx of ryomina content

[furry-propagandist]

I have a shorter fic idea to give Toast cataracts. Cuz I got em, and projection is my one and only hobby, but also just. Toast with glasses. Ghost holding his hand at the optometrist because he’s nervous. It’s only like 800 words rn but I think it’s fun. Wouldst anyone mayhaps like to read when it’s done?

[jounosparticles]

words cannot describe the intense happiness i am feeling right now. THEYRE SO PRETTY!!!!!!! i’ve been begging to see how tetchou dresses out of uniform he’s so cute. i cannot do this. HWS TAKING A SELFIE i’m sobbing /pos. JOUNO IS SO PRETTY TOO!!!!! he’s so cute in that outfit. today is truly a lovely day

[whipbogard]

Anyway

I’m done with BTAA.

Prayer circle for everyone 🥲

[nick-cassidy]

this is genuinely kinda funny in a horror comedy way . jag came in with two title contenders and left with nothing

[fritzes]

so I just saw one of those dramatic slow motion voiceover tennis commercials, and there was the line “searching for the perfect match” and the clip that played over it was, guess what, the sincaraz us open quarterfinal