#au: meteor shower

[paradoxbeta]

blue alien to blue alien "communication"

[hexcii]

Sometimes you just gotta draw a guy standing there, what can I say

Also post-fire outfits cause I thought It’d be fun :))

Sona gets added too since this is actually more of a sneak peek of a larger project I’m working on 🤫🤫

[aucrowne]

ʚ Ivan Sketch break ɞ

(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) Just got the random urge to draw Ivan with wings

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

⬅ ALNST Sketch Breaks ➡

[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]

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.

[strawberryshortcake1495]

Expanding on my Meteor Shower AU! 🩷

1: This is my Archivist OC, The Giver! She’s the Collector’s twin sister. In the canon TOH story, she was the more despicable one out of the two archivists and she unintentionally caused the Titan genocide because she was jealous of how all the baby titans gravitated towards the Collector while they were weirded out by her. The titans waged war on the Archivists and they planned to sacrifice the Giver just to get rid of her. In the OG timeline she comes from, the Collector overhears the Archivists and disguises himself as her instead, sacrificing himself and letting himself get trapped in the In-Between realm. In this AU, the Collector doesn’t know about the sacrifice plan and therefore does not save the Giver. She’s trapped in a disc which gets thrown around portals over the years until it ends up in the human realm.

2: In the episode “The Time Traveler’s Pig”, Mabel sees a shiny disc that instantly pulls her in and she wins it, accidentally releasing the Giver. They become friends and Mabel names her “Lady” because she’s wearing pink. Meanwhile, Dipper is trying to impress Wendy when Lady starts causing chaos. Dipper apologizes to Wendy and tries to tell Mabel to stop Lady but Mabel likes her new friend. Things happen with the Time Machine and the twins get into a fight (with Lady chasing after them in different time periods). At the end of the episode, Lady is brought home to the Mystery Shack where she refuses to interact with anybody except for Mabel, who she calls her “best friend”. Mabel is always teaching her how to be a good little lady and how not to resort to violence every time something doesn’t go your way. 3: As time progresses, she grows attached to Stan because he’s so unapologetically himself (and he’s the closest thing she’ll ever get to a father figure) so she starts creating little gifts for him made with love and she makes so much to the point where Stan has a separate closet full of little trinkets and letters. Lady doesn’t like Dipper since he tried to take her best friend away, but she warms up to him over time. Grenda and Candy love her and the girls have so many sleepovers together! When learning about Pacifica, Lady asked Mabel if she could archive her so she wouldn’t be mean to them anymore and Mabel politely refused. From that point on, Mabel always made sure Lady was out of the picture whenever Pacifica arrived because god knows what kind of stuff that kid is capable of.

[ask-thearchivists]

Wow! So, he just walked in, saw the baby and took the baby from you?

That's cold, so cold, very cold.

I think your father is hiding something, I think his behavior comes from a hidden fear that he doesn't want to share, but is reflecting on each aspect and each action he takes, not only towards his own family but towards each member of the Siblinghood of the Archivists.

From what you told us, he participated in a war, I mean, how rare is this? How old was he when it happened? Did he lose someone very special to him in there? Did the war has truly ended?

And then, according to human psychology, there are many mental disorders, related to survivors of war. Among those, we have different symptoms related to trauma, and control or the obsession of control is often related to trauma.

And from a Archivist point of view, to see the death of a being in which you grew up and lived your entire life believing that your invincibility and immortality would never be contested, suddenly seeing that it is, may be a very traumatic experience.

Resuming, your father may be traumatized by the events of the war, and or, he knows something more about it.

I fear that he came here not see us, not to lose time seeking mortals opinions, but to evaluate and to taste the waters, to see where this family's loyalty's are, to see where you stand in a scenario of war.

And it kinda makes sense, he seeks Titania because the Titans are or were, immune to your power. So finding earth is just a excuse, a very bad made up excuse...

Idk... But makes sense... That's why I don't like him... He seems false... Pretending... Playing a character... But I might be wrong hehe... I hope so.

The Copyist: Woah now, no one ever said anything about a war?? Some of those things you said seem pretty accurate, about his behavior, but Collectors do not participate in wars with each other. It would be a waste of our time. Father said that before the other families left, we had debates with each other, which were meant to help us all trade methodology and determine the best course of action for different scenarios. The event where all those Collectors died was a debate that got too heated. Father was there, and he said it escalated from typical debate objectivity, into subjectivity, and then personal attacks, and everyone was too worked up to stop or listen to the ones saying to stop.

[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?"

[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

[hexcii]

This just in: Local witch is terrorized by two faeries while trying to celebrate Halloween by carving pumpkins

Also version with me cause Y/N is heavily based off of me anyway

[ask-reami-vc-au]

Nervous girl

[hunterwritesstuff]

Some meteor shower comfort doodles?

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[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.” 

[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.