#hello I'm alive again

[theleotorrio]

The smallest man who ever lived - Taylor Swift

[winxology]

It's 2024 and Winx fans (who still actively keep up with the show) are still complaining that fairy forms have gone beyond Enchantix. This has been going on for 15 years where have you been

[crystal-verse]

god i want. an au where it dosn't work. where it's just arr g'raha who's woken up, and he doesn't have all these memories and all these people keep looking at him like they're mourning someone. the world has changed and time has changed and all the people he knows have changed, but he hasn't changed, he was just sleeping, just sleeping, and the world nearly ended several times and apparently he helped prevent yet another end but he has no memory of this. they want him to join the scions. he does not know these people. (he barely knows the warrior of light, now, but did he ever truly know them in the first place?) his little sister is alive and well. she looks at him like a ghost. she's changed, and she's older than him now. he acts bratty and loud and brash to cover up the fact that he does not know anything it seems, and he is tired but he was sleeping for so long, so how could he be tired?

he doesn't know these people. they seem to know him. he wonders if he'd killed someone, when it was him and not that exarch who woke up. he wonders if it should have been him who was "killed" in that way, if it is him that lives and not that man who had known and become friends with all these figures from legend. he wonders if he'll always be fated to be a historian one step back from everything, because he simply cannot be a hero.

[ghosts-of-the-apocalypse]

IM SORRY BUT WAS THAT A FUCKING HAMILTON REFERENCE ISTFG

[nerdynanny]

I am on SUCH a Cirque du Freak/Darren Shan kick since I'm re-reading the manga, I saw the title card for Chapter 60 and thought "this looks like a boy band poster".

Then I made it an album cover. The five members of the band, Vampire Prince are Paris Skyle [piano], Mika Ver Leth [guitar], Arrow [bass], Vancha March [drums], and Darren Shan [vocals].

Their first release, 'Vampire Mountain' was a critical success, charting TOP 10 for several weeks before settling into the TOP 40. This new album, 'Vampire Prince' is sure to be just as viral, especially with the addition of a new band manager, Harakat Mulds.

Coming soon from Des Tiny Records!

[averlym]

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[jamieedlund]

Happy Lunar New year 🐇✨

Technically - we celebrate year of the cat here in Vietnam, but since I only had time for 1 proper render-ish, I decided to go with the rabbit. I honestly think Aaravos is more "cat" like for sure, but I can't deny that he looks extremely dreamy with the rabbit loops hairstyle 😳 Here are the other concepts I had for 'cat'

the world has to miss out on kitty Aaravos but I think it's a fair trade 😂

[callahanscorner]

*tap tap*

Is uh

Is this thing still on

[thisismyobsessionnow]

London? London!

If you see me at some gig?? With some finnish guy?? In some gay club?? I don't know, say hi?

[viaetor]

hi it's pride month, y'know what that means!!!!!1!11!! (i'm writing your favourite pan alien aether genshinimpact again, that's what it means).

[pardonmydelays]

yo poppy url change???

i've actually noticed a lot of my mutuals can't recognize me anymore lol yes it's me 😭

[derangedthots]

me: sad bc medrick and daveryn's courtyard fight in ch2 meant CTF!jace didn't get to go all gasping/breathless while aemond sparred criston like he does in hotd ep8😔🥲

also me: knowing what happens next chapter🤭🤭

[littlecello]

Tadaa~

[boundaryfailure]

[the better reality | nms apollo & traveller]

At the center of the galaxy, you are left holding the cinderblock-heavy truth of the world you live in. The enormity of it all sits almost demurely in its place on your exosuit, that little red starseed and its cosmic significance.

Sixteen minutes. Always, sixteen.

Of course, Nada only hushes you when you try to speak about what you’ve seen. They stretch their palm outwards as you rush to inform them, sweeping away your words before they come. They are afraid — you know they’re afraid — to lose their haven to realization. Of course, despite everything, even though they have severed themselves from their people, they are still Korvax: they still fear the Atlas they reject so fiercely. You can’t bring yourself to shatter anxious Nada’s naivety.

You still find it in yourself to feel stung.

Still, though, they can see the anguish in the lines of your posture (Why won’t you listen? Why won’t you hear me? How could you leave me alone with this?), and they have never lost their kindness. Nada’s fingertips light gently on your shoulders, and when they draw you into an embrace, you return it twice as fiercely.

Polo squeezes your hand as you pass them.

“Nada fears, Traveller-Friend. Some things are best left unexplored.”

(TRAVELLER, the Atlas had said — had pleaded.)

You miss Apollo so terribly.

Sometimes you dream of a better reality: one where the world had yawned wide as you came out of the portal, and your friend was there to greet you.

Getting the details right can be tricky. You know what Apollo sounds like, sharp, sometimes guttural, mechanical and harsh at first blush. You know that standing beside them would suffuse you in subtle golden light, that it would play off the starsilk strands and fine leather of your suit. The details get sketchier and ruin the picture if you dwell too much, and so you try not to linger too much on any one point. Broad strokes.

They are bigger than you are, you remember from the tower transmissions; they are built sturdily, like industrial equipment, like a blunt force weapon. They get testy when you poke fun at it — “I don’t make fun of you for being soft, do I?” — and you know that this body is not necessarily theirs by choice. There had been grudges involved, and vengeance quests, and altogether you can understand why they choose to walk as a lone iteration entirely, free of the wistful togetherness of the Space Anomaly’s menagerie. Such tenderness doesn't suit them.

But Apollo could bludgeon you into an entirely new iteration, and Apollo chooses not to. That is how things go, in the reality where you break through to one another. The two of you cut a wonderful contrast walking worlds together. The gear you have chosen means that beside their simplicity, you are all tritium-hydraulic agility and solar-vitrified stealth, and they snipe at you over comms because they are made for steady distance and could never keep up with your gimmicks.

“Somehow Artemis was never half as much trouble as you are,” they tell you, with their strange blend of indifference and annoyance over-top a curious attachment.

“With Artemis, we really would have been unstoppable.” The thought slips out unbidden, and you pick at the enameling adorning your right pauldron as if to distract, or to mollify.

“… Yes,” Apollo says, a reply you don’t expect. Their tone is thoughtful, but not closed off, and you realize you’ve earned the rare right to their emotional input, such as it is. “We would have.”

In this reality, the pressing loneliness of all the world before you abates with your friend at your shoulder. Apollo is not necessarily talkative — in fact, without you there to prompt them, you think they might go days without a single flare of vocal activity — but their heavy tread at your heels and their ruthless haggling at trade stations compress the frightening vastness of it all into something uniquely enticing.

(The weight of the last sixteen minutes rests lighter on your shoulders, knowing that they, too, understand. They take the news of the galaxy’s infinite end steadily, a steel-stubborn levee refusing to succumb to the waves of despair that had submerged you before.)

(“Well, we all have to die sometime,” they had told you, rolling prism-studded shoulders. “And what time will be more interesting than this?”)

(They hear you, they listen, and they are not afraid.)

(In this other reality, they choose to do what no one else does: to accompany you. To understand.)

(And you know fully by now that those other iterations are just as real as you.)

(So just knowing that, you think, alone in your ship with your face to the stars — just knowing soothes the sting.)

Sometimes you dream of a better reality.

In it, all the world lies before you, and Apollo is at your back, and beneath the tint of your helmet, your eyes are wide and wonderstruck.

[sisterdivinium]

I wrote a little something for the halfamoon Dreamwidth community in the spirit of celebrating female characters.

With a prompt such as Black/ White/ Shades of grey, of course my mind could go no other place than, well, Suzanne, Jillian and doctor superion :)

[astonmartingf]

miami started yesterday???? fucking hell