Prompt 292
“Oh I am blaming all of this on you T,” one of the beings in the summoning circle groans, burying their corpse-pale head in clawed hands as their white hair flickered.
“Me? Excuse me, I wasn’t the one to accept the summoning!” another being protested, hood hiding most of their face save for molten-gold eyes and glittering runes or code on dark blue skin. “I was trying to figure out how to convince PK to change our schedule to include more sleeping, so don’t look at me, look at S!”
“Well I didn’t accept it,” the only girl-sounding one scoffed, her crown of thorns seeming to writhe and bloom in her black hair for a moment. She crossed her arms, narrowing green eyes just a few shades darker than the white-haired one. “Maybe talk to whoever decided to summon us?”
All of the sudden the cultists and heroes were being peered down at by a trio of… honestly whatever they were, because they didn’t seem to be the “Infinite King” the cult had been attempting to summon. Actually, they kind-of-maybe looked like kids… Which probably meant their parents or caretakers wouldn’t be too pleased.
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ashe gets trickster’d in the space au by taking a deal with a rival gang to bring down overlord and it’s just. hey let us modify your body we promise we won’t do anything strange and he’s like resigned to it because this needs to happen. gets metal wings. vaguely parasitic metal wings
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rick not going into the hole wasn’t even a malicious act, like he very plainly is like “oh, well I knew there wasn’t anything I could do anyways”, and like, he stayed to watch to make sure Morty got out okay, at least.
I just think the way he says it is in itself like, a great showcase of character development. Earlier Rick would’ve been, first off, just extremely pissed that Morty made the decision to jump in there anyways (not to mention he would never believe Morty capable of pulling himself out of the hole without rick’s help, anyways). A few seasons ago even I can see Morty having to pull himself out of the hole, walk back to the table while visibly traumatized, to be greeted with a “did you learn your lesson?”-esque remark.
But end of S7 Rick follows Morty, waits for him, and listens while Morty tells him what happened. He tries to joke with Morty about it (classic coping mechanism he’s trying to extend to Morty).
Rick has changed. Which I think is so poignant to this episode being a turning point for Morty. No matter how much Rick cares for Morty, them having a healthy relationship still hinges on the healing of that codependency
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Picmix is pretty fun, I’ve made a couple more gifs on there, idk if I should put them all into just one post tho since they’re all different fandoms (TwT). But I do want to share them so uh yeah—
Most recent I’ve made is this one with Richter:
Gonna put it under a cut though cause ⚠️Flash Warning⚠️, there’s some gifs on this one that are just flashing boxes and also ⚠️Eyestrain Warning⚠️, there’s a lot of really contrasting, saturated colors and tiny hard to read text!!!!!!!!
Which, funny story, crashed my computer in the middle of making it and it had to remake it again using a photo I took of it in progress as reference lol. Like straight up crashed harder than task manager could fix, I had to restart the laptop 💀
Yeah, but these are so fun to make, I think I’m gonna make another one today, idk what character yet tho :3
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Astronomical Greek mythology shenanigans #1
588 Achilles found himself staring into the darkness that was known as space.
He felt so alive, once again. And he was glad that death had not erased even a bit of his memories. He still remembered how he went under the training of Chiron—now a constellation of stars over there, going by the name “Centaurus”—an honor to the great mentor of heroes; he remembered how his mother disguised him as a girl, sending him among Skyros where his identity could be hidden; he remembered how he fought under the city of Troy, earning great honor and fame until the irascible Atreïdes, shepherd of people, took away what belonged to him, dishonoring the prideful Peleïades…
Speaking of whom, 588 Achilles could now see 911 Agamemnon talking to his a close friend 3564 Talthybius, the loyal herald of Agamemnon. Somewhere above them, the great Cretan king 2759 Idomeneus was engaged in a conversation with his companion 3596 Meriones, and 659 Nestor—that Geranian noble horseman. 588 Achilles did not find either 1437 Diomedes or 1143 Odysseus anywhere—no doubt these two were once again getting up to some mischief…
But he did not find his Patroclus anywhere.
Where could he be? Roaming around in the Greek camp, 588 Achilles still couldn’t find any sign of his therapon, which was unnerving him even more. He did managed to drop by and exchange greetings with his good cousin 1404 Ajax, and he did see most of the Greek camp entertaining themselves with conversations and songs conducted through dust and radiation of various frequencies, during this one and only leisure time of theirs. But still, there was no sign of his best friend.
And then 588 Achilles remembered how Patroclus died. At least, what Antilochus told him of.
A shove by the god. A lance through his chest. A spear in his torso—then on the ground you lay, struggling for breath, with your last strength you whispered a curse, for the one that held fast.
“A curse fulfilled by myself,” 588 Achilles murmured. Why did it feel like it had happened so long ago? 588 Achilles continued to drift forward, trying to look for an answer to all this.
About sixty degrees behind him, the great Jupiter—known as Zeus to them all—kept watching over everything. The Great Red Spot in his grandiose realm continued to brew, wielding storms and lightning on the gas giant, as if a huge eye of the wide-seeing god was holding its glare over both camps or either or none, keeping their fortune and fate in check.
Speaking of which…shouldn’t I be dead already?
588 Achilles looked at his own physical form, feeling so lost. No longer could he feel the hands that were to grasp his spear and shield—not without effort. He didn’t see his armor either—maybe this piece of rock will become what he was—he had no idea. So…is this what death feels like? Adrift in deep space, with other souls that are either dead or alive—but still we are together, the great league of Achaeans, conversing all these feats and sufferings we have experienced in our lifetime?
But then, he saw 3793 Leonteus drifting towards him, almost on a course of collision before the Thessalian soldier spun wildly, converting most of his translational kinetic energy into rotational energy. But then, he accelerated, trying to synchronize with 588 Achilles. And when he did, 588 Achilles asked. “What is it that brings you here, noble son of Coronus?”
“Achilles, we have found something,” 3793 Leonteus began. “Someone, actually. Hiding among a group of soilders, but we know his face almost immediately.”
“Where?” 588 Achilles blurted. “Take me to him, now.”
“He’s right here,” 3793 Leonteus pointed to their right hand side.
And there 588 Achilles saw him. It was rage that came before his disappointment, as 588 Achilles glared at this Trojan, the one he hated the most, the one he had once had his vengeance upon—the one that had landed the last blow to his dear friend, Patroclus.
588 Achilles barely heard 3793 Leonteus’s words through the radio waves—the closest thing he had to a whisper—“a spy”.
For he was already charging towards the huge form of 624 Hektor.
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Modern au stuff for the witches and their witchlings:
Asterin does end up with her hunter, and she has two daughters although her eldest daughter is actively trying to get rid of her baby sister. At one point, she made peace with it “if Luna survives early childhood then she’s meant to live in this world” because at one point the one year old would run and hide as soon as she spots her big sister and that’s survival instinct
Vesta didn’t really plan on much she was okay with only one kid but she ended up with a boy/girl twins and she’s content with them
Manon was still very on the fence and was toying with the idea of having only one child because she’s been thinking!!!! But Asterin gave her the grim reminder “they can be twins, or triplets or—“
“You’re not helping,” Sorrel snaps at her
“I’m just stating the facts!” Because Manon, smart as she is, will overlook this detail in her overthinking and stressing. But as Sorrel said, she wasn’t helping by stating that fact.
It took Manon a while, and when she decided to have a child, she prayed to every existing diety that she only ends up conceiving one child and not multiples.
Because at one point, Manon realized that she’s happy with Dorian. Their family is perfect and she never felt more content and happy. She sat with herself for a long time, and realized that she will not let her grandmother dictate her life any longer. Her fear of becoming a mother is yet another leash around her neck. She knows that with Dorian everything will be okay. She will be okay. Their future child will be okay.
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