#au: meteor shower

[paradoxbeta]

a fancy slugcat i made for an au, though i think midway through drawing this the original premise of the au escaped me a bit

[dysfunctionalcreature]

it will forever be tragic to me that Eiffel and Hera physically can't go on a quirky roadtrip together, and scream-sing Drops Of Jupiter by Train while driving along the Grand Canyon.... like they really deserve that 🥺 it would fix them both

[bigbronintendo]

Smilingtober Day 21: Meteor Shower ☄️

[m1d-45]

(please delete the other one, i forgot to add something 😭)

To: Il Dottore, Segment: Beta.

Snezhnaya, Zalponarny Palace, Basement Laboratory, Room 12.

(the letter was in a gold and white envelope, suprisingly unwilt jasmine flowers glued to the edges, the letter was ontop of a box matching it's aesthetic..)

Hello, Dottore, as your beloved creator, i trust that your research is going well? have you had any recent break throughs? well, this letter is mainly for the younger segments, but 'boattore' too! i love that silly doctor segment. how have you guys been doing in the lab? i know mad scientists like you guys are way too busy to probably read this but it's worth a try! i hope you guys remember to shower and eat while experimenting, can't be a great doctor and do great things on an empty stomach with hunger fatigue, amirite'? well, moving on...don't tell any other of my acolytes but you're on the list of my 6 favourites, i have a list of people for you to experiment on....think of it as a friendship exchange. well...while i sit here, writing this letter on my desk knowing i have classes at my university tomorrow, while it being night, i don't have regrets, sometimes i hope to be a high achiever scholar like you someday,

love you, little crow.

—from, your favourite flirty creator.

(in the box was a fine bottle of wine that pantalone himself couldn't get his hands on ! aswell as a new surgical kit made out of metal with gold accents..a white and pink suit and bow tie ! aswell as a small little plushie of dottore himself.)

dottore has seen many things, due simply to the nature of his work. demons beyond mortal understanding, bound in his office. men with the power of gods delivering paperwork. those same men bickering like fools.

he’s made his own god—even if the balladeer is still in progress, he’d be a fool not to recognize how easily the gnosis took to his form. he’s broken every ethical and moral law, created new ones just to break them again. he’s defied death itself, he’s risen to the second highest rank in the fatui, he’s seen everything and made even more.

and yet, when he walks into his lab, he never expected to see his clones standing around a table, poking and prodding at a mysterious box that he certainly did not put there. he quickly shoved himself to the front, ignoring their questions and picking up the envelope. it was surprisingly decorated for something in his lab, and addressed�� to one of his segments?

he frowned.

his beta segment pressed to his side, but his curiosity won out his irritation. the envelope didn’t have a return name or address, so he simply tore it open, probably ripping the paper more than necessary.

every single sentence of your sentence was a surprise.

the first explained how it had gotten into his office, as well as why. but… why would you be interested in his work? even going so far as to give a nickname to one of his segments- calling him mad was expected, but the concern for his- for their health was not.

when you called them your favorite, he smiled. when you outright said you had suggestions for his experiments, he outright laughed.

dottore had long since accepted he had forsaken his creator. and yet, you said you loved him nonetheless. you him a bottle of dandelion wine—the segments ooh’d over that one, since the dawn winery had always made it a point to never sell to snezhnaya—and new tools. the beta segment had snatched whatever pink fabric you had tucked inside, but he was free to inspect the small plush left in the ornate box.

how interesting, he thought, that you had gone through the effort to get the perfect shade of string for his eyes.

[rubylarkspur22]

The Sun and Stars(💕)

So, an idea I've been tossing around for the last little while in S&TF has been Nezuko creating her own Breath Style. Specifically mixing Sun and Sound Breathing as the main bases. And, as you can probably guess, this Breath Style is going to be called Star Breathing.

And earlier this week, I just realized the genius poetry behind the three Breath Styles named after celestial bodies(Sun, Moon, and Stars)!

The Sun is the brightest and closest light we have in our universe. Sun Breathing is the most powerful Breath Style.

The moon's light comes from reflecting the sun. Bright, but not nearly as much as the sun. Michikatsu was powerful, but still could never match Yoriichi despite being his twin(reflection). And I believe Moon Breathing is the second most powerful Breath Style, even before the Blood Demon Art modifications.

And the stars are just as powerful as the sun, they're just farther away and we can't see them when the sun is out. But when they do get to shine, they're just as brilliant. Nezuko, being trained by an ex-shinobi and three ex-kunoichi, has been taught skills to disappear and strike from a distance. And despite having a similar potential to Tanjirou, Nezuko is going to be mostly disregarded by Muzan whenever Tanjirou is close by. But Sun Breathing is in her blood, the same as her brother and father.

TL; DR, Moon reflects Sun but not as powerful, but Stars shine with their own power despite being outshined by the sun.

And I think this will especially create a fun parallel between the Nighttime Breath Users(Kokushibo and Nezuko). But I'll leave that for another time!

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Have you (the fairies) ever seen a meteor shower?

"Yes we have! They're so beautiful!" "We've witnessed hundreds. We never grow tired of seeing them." "YOU'VE seen hundreds. I've seen like--what, 50?"

[everydayfrimmel]

August 4, 2024

"Buoyancy" True drabble, canon divergence

In a decade of backing out and changing his mind, it’s a single moment that undoes Himmel. Barely five seconds. 

Frieren is angled just so that a falling star lights her face as it streaks past. Her eyes are wide, her lips slightly parted. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen her surprised this way before, with all the years she’s been in the world. 

It stuns him into speaking without thinking.  

“Come with me.” 

She turns only once the meteor has passed, says nothing. 

“After this,” he says. “Come with me.” 

“To do what?” 

He smiles, extends his hand. 

“Anything.” 

[dont-mind-me-i-just-exist]

evil leo/need call that aqua/rid

[naluwalker]

Yes, I'm here again

Hey, hello, it's me again. Again with more ideas of something I'm not going to write. Again with more Zhongchi, and again with more child rearing. Only this time it's not Naruto.

I want you to understand that while I am neutral towards JK Rowling and all her controversies, the world of Harry Potter is totally different, and the love I have for that series is much more than I can explain.

So in pursuit of my love for Harry Potter and my love for Genshin and Zhongchi, I returned to release my brain bugs.

So, it's the spring of 1985 and a new family has moved into Privet Drive. All the housewives in the neighborhood gossip about the beautiful redhead who now lives at 8 Privet Drive and her mysterious husband.

The cheerful woman visits all her neighbors to greet them with a deep red soup casserole, which she claims is a recipe from her homeland, and introduces herself as Ajax.

Ajax happily tells all her gossipy neighbors about her move from Russia, her new job as an elementary school teacher, and her very handsome and charming husband, who is unfortunately stuck at work due to all the paperwork that was delayed due to the move and how a company will not go alone. The mysterious husband seems to be loaded.

Harry is indifferent until he discovers that his new neighbor is also his new math teacher, and that her children will be his classmate.

While Xiao is silent, surly, and has very scary golden eyes, his sister Tao is boisterous, talkative, and very, very creepy. Harry honestly doesn't know what to do with them, especially the girl who makes fun of him and "the woman who follows him everywhere."

One afternoon while escaping from Dudley and his friends he ends up bumping into Xiao and things don't turn out well... For Dudley. Apparently the older brother has no patience for bullies and idiots.

When Aunt Petunia invites her new teacher and her children over to discuss what happened, which is a subtle attempt to make Ajax look like a bad mother to her children while pushing an angry Uncle Vernon around, things don't go according to plan. what was planned. Because when Ajax accepts, Harry meets the most intimidating man he has ever seen in his short life.

Zhongli Huang, Ajax's husband, is tall, handsome and elegant, and together with his wife they form a beautiful picture that makes Petunia and Vernon fail in every way possible. He doesn't seem very impressed with the situation either and spends the evening subtly criticizing the Dursley couple while devoting all his attention to doting on his wife and children. In every stressful situation, Harry accidentally makes his presence known, and without realizing it, gives blackmail ammunition to the vicious redhead like a shark that smells blood.

With a few mild threats, silent blackmail, and a smile like a grave, Harry finds his life looking up when he finds himself moved across the street to a strange but loving family who treat him with more affection than he has received for as long as he can remember. Zhongli and Ajax are strange in every way possible, and Xiao and Tao are just as prone to acting outlandishly, but the way they sink into his life and heart makes things worth it.

The next few years are warm and happy, the Dursleys avoid them like the plague and Dudley can no longer get closer than six feet without some of his new brothers bristling and attacking like very violent cats. He has also discovered things about her new family, like how his parents treat gender more as a mood than as a real biological thing, or how reality seems to break down around his, but they are things that he has gotten used to and decides to do. That it really doesn't matter how strange they are, your family is your family and that's all that matters.

Then he receives a letter and discovers that he is a wizard, and he is not the only one. Xiao looks at the letter envelope as if there was a bomb inside and Tao waves his as he folds it into a pretty crane, mother and father share tea and ignore everything around them in favor of getting lost in each other's gaze while Harry suffers an existential crisis. The next day they are in Diagon Alley.

Harry ends up accepting magic as he has been accepting everything around him for the last few years, some disbelief, a lot of doubt, and what feels like an instinctive resignation that he can't escape his situation. His parents have given him many options, which include Oxford University in the future, so he just accepts the magic, since his parents seem to be on top of everything and don't mind that their three children are going to embark on what they are It is surely your new life in a magical world. Archons, he can't believe that's a real thought.

Thus, Harry embarks on a new journey away from the family home that has been taking care of him since he left the horrible Dursley home, with only the company of his beloved brothers. Or he was, until he finds out that mother, who is now dad, and father, who is now Miss Zhongli, are teachers at his new magical school.

Once again, he resigns himself to what his life has been like for six years and moves on. Meanwhile, neither Hogwarts, nor Vondermort, nor even Dumbledore know what has fallen into their laps: A very battlesexual former herald, his very permissive divine husband, they overly diligent and surly eldest son, and they mischievously chaotic and eccentric youngest daughter.

[ask-reami-vc-au]

"I never knew you had such cool friends!!"

[sterekotypes]

Okay listen

Cowboy AU where Derek is the wanted man for murders he didn’t commit. But Derek’s not trying to clear his name, he doesn’t care anymore. He’s just trying to outride the long arm of the law. Go west.

He ends up in a town that borders Wyoming and he gets snowed in. He’s itching to leave. Doesn’t matter that some fallen angel who goes by Stiles consumes his every waking thought.

Derek has to go.

If anything he has to go because of that. So when the snow melts, somehow Derek is still in town. Stays in town until the law appears on the horizon, and well he’s got to leave now, doesn’t he?

[paradoxbeta]

blue alien to blue alien "communication"

[paraonyx]

So I found these cool multi-color colored pencils and I wanted to do some kind of drawing for them.

And the first thing that came to my mind was a drawing based on an AU that I made in my head from a dumb little thought I had and a song that's been stuck in my head for a while now

I really want to make a post about this random AU I made up, but for now all there is about it is this drawing I did

[hiddenrose04]

Reversed

[m1d-45]

aether looked up at the night sky, laying down in a clearing. the grass was cool and the air was warm, dew beginning to form around him.

he’d woken up before the sun, and now he watched as the last dredges of night were sapped from the sky. falling stars still dared to streak, skirting the line between day and night.

when one of the stars seemed to grow, his first thought was worry. then, as it began to take shape, he realized it was too small for anything dangerous. he sat up, hair spilling around his shoulders, and reached for the star when it got close enough.

to his surprise, his hand passed right through the outside of it, and it burst apart into a thousand tiny flakes. he was left with an envelope and small pouch in hand, and he brought it down so he could read the writing on the front.

it was addressed to him- him, aether, not ‘the traveller’ or ‘honorary knight’ or even ‘outlander.’ him.

he shouldn’t be so surprised you knew his name, but it has been so long since he’s heard it from anybody other than paimon that he pauses for a moment, staring at his name written on the paper.

he recovers quickly enough, opening the envelope and pulling out the simple sheet of paper within.

darling aether,

first and foremost, i hope you are doing well. i know your journey is a long and tiring one, and i hope that you slept well last night. you deserve it.

i’d also like to apologize for how long it has taken. please trust that i am doing my best to reunite you and your sister, and that i hold you as a highest priority. i know it seems like it is taking forever, but i promise i am trying. there are limitations on my end—if i had it my way, you two would have reconnected long ago.

that being said… enclosed is a small necklace, of which i have sent a matching one to your sister. i have no promises she will be wearing it when you next see her, but i hope it gives you at least a small sense of comfort. in addition, the bag should contain enough mora to cover commissions for a week or so—please, take a break. the world can be exhausting, and pushing yourself to constantly help others is no way to stay healthy.

please, keep faith in this world. i know the gods have done little—save for nahida, for whom i am ever-thankful—and their behavior irks me as well. just… stay strong. i trust in you and your abilities, and in turn i hope you trust me to guide you through this world.

to the traveller, to the honorary knight, to the captain of swordfish II, to the first sage of buer, to aether: you have done well. i am proud of you.

(p.s.: i hope you have enjoyed the meteor shower tonight. it was quite lovely, in my opinion)

day broke, dawn rose.

birds cried around him, heralding a new day, and aether set down your letter. he reached for the bag, ignoring the jingle of the promised mora and pulling out the necklace. the charm was small, just a simple gold outline of his sisters sword, the one she had when they used to travel together. he fumbled a bit with the clasp, but soon it was on, the charm resting underneath his scarf.

a reminder of his sister, who he lost in the fall to teyvat.

a reminder of his true god, who was not as cruel or heartless as the ones in this world, who assisted him more than they ever could.

a reminder of you, of your love, of your persistent faith in him, equal to his in you.

aether clutched the pendant tight in his hand, and he cried.

he couldn’t have asked for a better gift.

[ma-mariarie243]

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