#bright one ic

[moonxsuncelestials]

"That it does, Sora. That it does."

Feng then reminded Natsume that Sora, who was currently very likely ill-equipped, needed to come with them to gain the experience. "That and I have a feeling this little cub will get into unknown amounts of trouble if we just leave him unattended." though logical, Feng was not above being a bit petty either.

And when Natsume dared to imply that he, Feng Kwan Ling, would not keep his word, the dragon shot him a look.

"That will COST you, Child of Man." His tone held a growl as he kept eye contact with Natsume, a warning that now the seer had insulted him.

"Let's get this ONE thing straight, Na.Tsu.Me." Only the seer would see his aura and it was clear that he was VERY angry at the other. "I am first and foremost, the Jade EMPEROR'S son. I would never squelch on my end of the bargain. Do well to remember to whom you are dealing with, Child of Man. Am I clear?"

Once he got his point across, he then began to walk away, leading them to the gates that led outside of the village.

Hold on, Yun. I'll right the wrongs of Lilu Ruan...I promise.

Back that the Bookshop~

The memories of the next one were not so pleasant. In fact, if it wasn't true, it would have been considered a nightmare, for what the other witnessed now was the kangaroo trial of Bright One's fate.

But the only souls in the so-called court, were Lilith, Hydra, Pandora, and Hope, along with the members of EDEN, whilst Hope's father, Sacahiel, was the judge, jury, and executioner. But if Tsumugi looked closely, he'd see Lilith, Hydra, Pandora, and Hope, Sacahiel's own family members, were either chained or shackled.

And Sacahiel had just handed down the sentence, making Bright One an example to everyone what would happen if anyone dared to come near his son, if they were not family, again.

"All of this could have been avoided, Bright One, had you not entered Hope's Garden-"

"Don't give me that crap, Sacahiel." Bright One growled before looking up at his beloved. Hope was terrified, tears streaming down his face-none of this was good for his heart.

"FATHER STOP!" Hope shouted but his father ignored him as he watched in horror at the primal getting up and dragging his sword. "NO!"

A stab to his chest was all it took and Sacahiel became crueler as he twisted it, making sure that Bright One suffered.

But Bright One only thought of Hope, of his beloved during those moments. That was when he realized that he regretted not being strong enough to protect the one he loved. He then made a vow to return, that he would become stronger than Sacahiel and the world would regret their choice in making the monster.

His eyes widened just slightly when he felt Hope's hand on his cheek, his love's voice so far away. "I...love...you..."

"...."

Tsumugi, in a silhouette of a spirit form, was standing at the side as he was watching the whole memory play out. Something in his heart clenched at the sight but closed his eyes and took a breath.

"I knew that Yun's destiny was big...but I did not think that it came with a hefty price," He would think out loud, knowing the memories wouldn't be able to hear him as he let himself lean back and watch Hope and Yun have happy memories together.

This reminds me of the time when Eichi and I were still good friends, family even...

He shook his head as he saw a white door painted with gold vines and flowers appeared, and it opened slowly.

"I suppose I should move on to the next memories. I hope they are as happy and peaceful as this one," It was wishful thinking, but he still held onto that thought until he walked through the door, the said door closing magically behind him.

And back with the others...

"I had not wished for Sora to be involved,"

And yet, if the Fates are truly not going to present Tsumugi, it means that his friend and Master was dealing with something far greater than what Natsume is involved with right now. And so, he decided to not get too angry at the circumstances before him.

"Still...you better keep your word that you will protect Sora,"

He did not dare to include himself. Because Natsume wasn't just a fortune teller. He had his own gifts as well to defend himself.

"I'm ready to go~" Sora poofed back in the room in a colorful cloud of smoke, already in his cute wizard attire as he placed his pointed magic hat on top of his blond hair.

"Please act your age, Sora, you're not a child," Natsume scolded softly as he looked at the young lad, who just puffed his cheeks out, pouting, "Let us depart..."

Sora saluted as he held up his star studded wand, "Adventure awaits!"

[perilusjax]

Dc X Dp

The Rage of Two Brothers

The world could only look in fear as an image is shown throughout the world. As two white haired figures raced throughout the sky. The image split to show them both.

One is covered in an inferno, the colors always shifting as he destroyed the land. The two figures fighting him were Wonderwoman and Shazam. The heroes being pushed back with ease.

The land scorched as even from so far apart they could feel his blazing rage.

The second figure only trailed the silent lands. Without a word, the area froze in his silent fury. Spires of ice shot up impaling military machines and encasing soldiers. His eyes only looked forward as he traveled.

Until Superman stood in front of him, trying to calm the being. When a white flash covered the screen, as it ebbed, many could see the man of steel encased in ice.

The man walking past the alien, still walking forward.

Suddenly, Wonderwoman had ensnared the being withing her lasso.

"Speak Spirit! Why are you here? The lasso of truth compels you!" Diana shouted, her grip tightening despite the burns along her arm.

The fire spirit growled as he form shifted, instead of the fire collosus, stood a a tall humanoid figure.

His white hair flowed like fire, his athletic form was covered in a blood red button up, and ash gray pants. His snarling face showing elongated canines and blood red eyes.

"You think this will hold me, Amazon!" He shouted, his voice filled with viseroul anger, that it caused many to flinch.

"I repeat! Why are you here?!" She shouted as she reaffirmed her stance.

As this was going down the icy figure stopped, and turned slightly, as if he was looking at something.

Then the fire deity shifted, as if another being took control, his once red eyes became red and blue. While red was a raging fire, blue was a cold fury.

"Leave Princess Diana of Themyscara, Shazam Champion of Magic, the only reason you live is because your roles are needed," he? They, spoke two voices overlapping each other.

One being the fire spirit's voice, the other a cold and emotionless tone probably belonging to the Ice being.

As the two heroes flinched, they looked to enother. Before Diana's eyes hardened as she turned towards the ensnared creature.

"I ask again spirits! Why are you here?" Diana commanded, as the spirit grunted from the lasso's power. Before the two figures opened their mouth in tandem.

"WHERE IS OUR SISTER!" They shouted in tandem before their powers burst in a flurry.

No longer restrained by their physical forms, the beings power flowed throughout the lands. The heroes only stared, unable to do anything. As the two brothers unleashed their fury, trying to find their missing sister.

[crabsnpersimmons]

day (checks) 7 of fighting off artblock

i drew Moon and Sun, so of course i had to draw everyone's favourite(?) waiter. and he comes prepared to quench your thirst

[bluejaygryphon]

But more importantly. Everyone admire my son

[egberts]

aw man my ice cream melted

[beneaththeshadows]

Mother Merciless

She don't speak. You bloody bastards cut her throat too deep for that. But she remembers.

But her eyes were the most terrible thing. Her eyes saw him, and they hated.

It is a monstrous cruel thing to lose a child.

Lady stoneheart for (a super late) Halloween art trade with the amazing (and very patient as always) @acewithapencil, I picked the OG goth couple Brynden and Shiera, and she picked Lady stoneheart!

It was once again a pleasure to make art for you, and I gotta say I quite liked the result, so I decided to also do something small in watercolors and I know I'm not very well versed in it (this is literally my 7th piece ever in this medium) but I'm glad I did it, and most of all I'm glad I did it for you!!!

So anyways, I hope it looks nice and I really hope you like it!

[opalsiren]

boiling hot take but i do think the og h2o tails are near perfect. yes more colourful tails to correspond to the girlies' personalities could be cute. how and ever the muted orange scales look fun and fantastical while still blending in to look 'natural' against most skintones. orange is the complimentary colour to the blue water the merms spend much of their time in. the copper-orange scales also lowkey remind me of goldfish which is amusing to reflect upon. if it is to be said so it be

[anghraine]

Speaking of "The City on the Edge of Forever," I've been thinking about how my femslash Spirk AU winds out through the canon TOS episodes, interacts with gender expectations of the show, etc, and am mentally organizing episodes by how drastically affected they'd be.

I'm also thinking of S'paak hiding her ears beneath a beanie in 1930 :P

[pettyoddity]

here's a happy birthday to @vriska 0u0

[despairforme]

[leslutdepointedulac]

I was just thinking about this ice cream I had about a week ago, and how it's suddenly hit me for some reason that it reminds me of IWTV and TVL. Why? Because the cone was black whereas the ice cream itself was an extremely vibrant pink and green which was (as you can probably imagine) very jarring to look at. Just like reading IWTV and TVL back to back is – jarring. Just two completely different vibes, one being dark and gothic and the other one being fun and kinda crazy but in the best way possible.

It's also giving these houses:

[galehowl]

Man it'd be fun to sketch out some evolution sequences for the main group Digis, at least for the Child->Adult forms, because I imagine them being quite individual in visuals, but I'm not able to draw something like that lol, Idk how to show the needed effects

[hell-heron]

Houses Greyjoy and Stark - Points of views on the Greyjoy Rebellion

now another monster sits on the Iron Throne, and another debt of blood is owed my family. Theon is my murdered father's ward, I'm my murdered father's son, like my father and Robert, bound in blood if not by blood

[good-beanswrites]

A little comedy drabble for @kyanako5972 in return for their very impressive musical skills! (The Jailbreak mix wouldn't have fit together without ya👍) Fuuta gets his hands on some slime... They've done some art for it here :3

[I couldn't think of something funny enough, but insert broadway bootleg Milgram Slime Tutorial joke here]

Fuuta was open-minded. Of course he was. He was the most open-minded guy here. He knew that vengeance could come in many shapes. Sometimes it took the form of beautiful, poetic violence. Sometimes it was cutting words and a grand victory. And other times, it appeared as sticky craft slime. You just had to have an open mind to see it.

Not everyone was in as receptive of a mood. 

“A-are you sure it’s not a, a toy?” Haruka asked.

“It’s not.”

“B-but,” he pointed, “it’s --”

“No! It’s a weapon.”

“I don’t know if you know what a weapon is…” Amane looked down at the table. “You couldn’t have requested something a bit more… sharp?”

“Eh!? This is a pri-son. Like they’re gonna give me something like that. I’ve got to take matters into my own hands.”

To prove his point, he picked up his creation. The color wasn’t as flashy as the others’, but it held the perfect consistency for what he needed. It had taken some time to formulate the perfect plan of attack. There were rules he had to work around, after all. (No matter how open-minded he was, rules were rules.) There was a no-violence ban. Fuuta had already tested that one -- several times, actually -- and was sure he couldn’t get around it. Their requests were monitored, and it wasn’t as if he could go and order weapons. And then, even if he did get his hands on something truly dangerous, the original ban would stop him from using it. That left him with only one option.

“It’s definitely a toy. The others are playing with it.” It was true, Haruka, Muu and Yuno had their own colorful creations. Amane herself hadn’t grabbed any, though she sat with her eyes glued hungrily on the others’ projects. Her interest in it wasn’t helping Fuuta’s case.

“Exactly, it’s the perfect disguise! They’ll never see it coming.”

“There’s nothing to see coming…”

Muu poked at hers. “Look~ Mine’s cute and pink, see? I’m even going to add some glitter when Haruka’s finished with it.”

“I-I Uh, I think I added too much… sorry…” Haruka’s slime had lost all appealing texture, turned into a clumpy, sparkling mess.

Fuuta heaved the loudest sigh he could manage, but the others continued paying him no mind. He was doing this for them, shouldn’t they care? Es had slapped Haruka during his interrogation, for god’s sake! That was child abuse! Yuno was only a year older and returned from her interrogation with complaints of violence! And Fuuta --! Well, he actually hadn’t experienced any of that, but that didn’t matter. No hero of justice would let all that go unpunished. 

His moment came quicker than expected. He’d planned on ambushing Es coming in or out of their room, but they surprised everyone by coming into the common area. It was fate.

“I heard you all were playing with some crafts in here.”

Amane glanced at Fuuta. He shot her a look back that meant “don’t say a single word.” His exaggerated expression only drew Es’ attention.

“Something to say, prisoner three?”

“Yeah!” He wound up his arm. 

He had an open mind, but not necessarily a quick one. With more time, he could have come up with a righteous cry, something along the lines of: “this is for Haruka and Yuno, you damned scoundrel!” Or even: “meet your judgment, tyrant!”

But as the slime came careening toward’s Es’ face, the only thing he managed was, “fuck you!”

Splat.

The common room fell silent. Fuuta froze. The slime had hit its mark perfectly. It hit Es squarely on the side of the head. It splattered onto their hat. A good deal had tangled itself in their hair. It oozed toward their shoulder, clumps falling onto the uniform. As they tried to wipe it from their face, the material clung to their gloves, getting stuck between their fingers. 

Their eyes moved slowly from their ruined clothes to Fuuta’s still outstretched hand, to his face. “I see.”

They turned on their heel and left.

“That’ll teach ya!” He called out, a moment too late after they’d gone. He turned to Amane, who was watching with a mix of amusement and disappointment. “There’s no way that stuff’s washing out easy. Maybe they’ll have to put on a spare uniform in the meantime.” 

“You shouldn’t have made them so mad,” she said.

“Pah! What’s the brat gonna do? Name me guilty over it?”

[freshthoughts2020]

[iniziare]

Okay, finally. Tag drop: Shorekeeper