#icarus inspired

[killerolives]

day 6 prompt: golden

daylight softening, 

molding itself around sharp wings.

bronze feathers glistening,

throwing light.

a warm glow

reflecting love,

reaching out

weightless for a finite hour,

washing out, pulling in. 

free for now, soaring,

dancing.

love, born to shine blindly

and die before it's time,

golden.

[moxiepoxy]

Day 2 - First Time

.:Written for MiyanoWeek2023:.

First Flight, "Icarus" AU - snippet from future fic, "Wings That Can't Fly"

Rating: T

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There were many "first times" that Sasaki could remember having with Miyano.

Like the first time he was saved by him. How someone deemed as "royalty" stopped to help him. Sasaki had been wounded beyond repair, and yet this princely figure healed him using the rare gifts he was blessed with. His smile was the thing that captured him the most, and from then on, Sasaki vowed to devote his life to him.

The first time they officially met was underneath the pergola with the blooming flowers and fairy lights. He swore to protect him, and Miyano accepted. Though, Sasaki hadn't realized what that protection entailed.

The first time he had to fulfill his sworn duty was at sunset, when all the clouds were made of fiery reds and oranges. Miyano was crouched and shielding himself with his arms from the many blows aimed at him. An angry mob that targeted the young man, and Sasaki quickly put a stop to it. Miyano thanked him, but it wasn't nearly as much as the younger had already done for him.

Then, there was the first time he saw his paintings. How seemingly alive they were. Wings of all different types drawn across canvases in startling colors that were vibrant and bold. Each set was unique. Each carefully crafted feather was for a purpose that Sasaki couldn't fathom.

He was good. Too good. For these wings that Miyano lovingly crafted were not just pieces of art. They were made real in the forms of winged beings in the sky. Humans turned into angels.

Sasaki knew this well because he became one of those beings. His wings given by the one he sworn to protect.

"They suit you." Miyano was happy when he saw them extend from his back. They towered over them in a flurry of golden and red feathers. "Like a phoenix." He praised, and Sasaki wanted to cry.

The first time he found out the truth behind Miyano's strange powers, he was furious. The king only used him to create more winged humans for his army, and Miyano, "Icarus" became a caged bird.

The first time Sasaki set him free, he got to see them. Miyano's wings were unlike any of the others he created. The feathers were softer, yet took on all the colors of the rainbow—of the universe. They were mesmerizing to watch as he flew higher and higher. Those eyes he loved so much were bright and sparkling in the sunlight, and his face happier than he'd ever seen him.

The first time had been the last time because "Icarus," Miyano, fell. The sun tore through those beautiful wings in a fiery blaze, and the feathers fell as embers into the sea below. Sasaki saved him from meeting the same fate, and as Miyano cried out at the loss of his one dream, Sasaki vowed that they would fly together someday. Where no sun could hinder them. When no king could control them. His love for him would continue to hold them together.

/END

[apollos-boyfriend]

SPARKLEZ!

You wouldn't believe the things I've seen. Or maybe you would. What do I know?

Worlds upon worlds of wonder have embraced my many selves. I'm living a thousand lives at once. And those are just the lives I'm aware of. For instance, in a place called Middle Earth I am reborn a beautiful elf queen. And under the ice shield of a moon called Europa I am a strand of plankton. And in a world we both know well, I'm a bunch of little girls who look just like me, and maybe other things too... Anyway, my umbrella consciousness has reformed for just a moment; my caretaker, in his mercy, has allowed me to show you these things.

But you definitely won't believe the most amazing thing I've seen. Lately I've been looking through a window... A window into bygone years. A man sits in front of a screen, speaking his soul to the world while playing a game. I think I know who he is!

I see this man forming friendships with those who also speak to the world. I know who they are too. They project themselves as tiny box figures into a world made of boxes. It's so much less detailed than the world where the man and his friends sit. I would not have known Ruxomar and it's sister dimensions to be so childlike in appearance except by this contrast!

The days go on as the friends play. The boxlike world is ruled by two gods. Of course I know who they are. The man is faced with a choice between the two. His life is riddled with choices! And like the stubborn idealist he is, he carves out a middle path. He'll take neither god. He'll have a goddess all to his own.

He created me.

A man named Jordan Maron created the goddess Ianite in a world beyond worlds. And Jordan Maron looks just like you. He is one of your countless alternate selves. He looks so much less boxy! I think that if I did not already know you and Spark so well, I would call him my favorite version.

Now I grasp the truth I have been seeking all my life. I have see what is above gods. It is ____________.

My umbrella consciousness won't hold much longer. Let me say a few choice words before the final goodbye between this version of you and this version of me. Thank you for choosing to create me. I believe that had the other you not made that choice in that far off world, none of my present selves would exist. In a strange sense, you are my god. Thank you for believing in your creation enough to make it real. Thank you for continuing to love me and make choices for my wellbeing. I hope another you loves another me in another world soon.

If Jordan looks out the window one of these days, he might be able to see me.

Not even creeping. Just fyi.

Forever Your Lady

[lunacias]

but we'll never be rid of each other

[afflatusssss]

It was the weight of guilt that sent Icarus crashing down a second time; he wondered if he was always destined to be punished for loving something brighter than himself, even in death.

[sneez]

some viktors in czech and polish folk costume and a less specific miscellany from the past few months :-) i have to draw very very small with this pen which feels appropriate for him

[id: two pages of digital drawings done with a fine pixel brush. the first image is a series of coloured drawings of viktor standing in a variety of costumes. common articles across the outfits are puffy white shirts, colourful breeches, embroidered waistcoats, and decorative flowers. in each drawing viktor is smiling and leaning on his cane. the second image is a selection of drawings of viktor standing and sitting in various poses, looking generally cheerful. in one he is sitting next to barbie, who is smiling at him. the text beside it reads ‘Barbie (they are friends)’. end id.]

[moonlightflower-queen]

Listener bf with his info dumping gf and info dumping bf

[aithusarosekiller]

Thinking about that one Jegulus au inspired by that one good omens fic where Regulus and Mary are chaotic angel best friends that exists only in my mind and my DMs with Evan

Hmmm

[the-sunshine-dims]

four months, and they step foot in the cave again, step foot in it following after fable, with the promise of good, of showing them their mom, of letting them see her face,

four months, four months of hiding, of not grieving, and almost that amount of fighting with their brother, almost killing him again, hurting him again,

four months of cycles repeating (when don't they? when haven't they?) and they step into the cave with a promise for Rae to come out, (becuase they can't not promise can they? can't be another reason someone they cared for died, they couldn't handle if the cave took another life)

four months and they step into the cave with so much more information than before, but they still know had it been fable's choice, they would know nothing (which, is fine, he just wants to protect icarus, he's only ever wanted to protect them, they know its not true, but the mantra will repeat over and over until someone beleives it)

four months, and they step into the cave, and someone is left in there, their mother, and yet it feels like two were, two people who have not spoken their name in- so long, but Fable will fix it- they have to pretend, and two people who do not see them, despite their presense

but Icarus steps into the cave and can only feel the way that Centross is there, though he's not, not even a body, and they can only hate that Fable put their mom in there, but its fine, he's just protecting her, (its not, nothing is fine)

Icarus steps into the cave, and it is as cold as the night Centross died,

(so that lore huh- i have, so many thoughts)

[mango-peach-strawberry]

Carrying a body that’s not your own

[forever-not-gonna-sink]

Omg! Rory has fallen down the stairs at the met gala!

[royalmessofdenmark]

head in my hands people make claims about how if you switch the character's of a tragedy their stories would end differently but like i just. don't. think. they would. because people act like it would save them, when fundamentally they are tragic characters and so, tragedy follows them.

"But if you switched hamlet and romeo's pla--" if you switched hamlet and romeo's place romeo would have run off with Ophelia after his father's death, Gertrude would never stop missing him and Claudius would continue to rule. Ophelia would miss her family forever, and Romeo has romanticized dying for love so terribly much in his head, and Ophelia is willing to kill herself whenever all hope seems lost that there's no way they would make it into their twenties. something tragic happens, Ophelia drowns. Romeo stabs himself. It always. repeats. OR if Romeo and Ophelia don't run away, Claudius would kill Romeo anyway. And Ophelia may or may not kill herself in grief.

Hamlet would forsake Juliet-- if he would even fall in love with her-- and would not even try to reunite the families, probably seeing no point. he would instead seek revenge upon the other family if ever a member of his family was about to die. It would be bloody and brutal and if he lived through it, he'd still probably be sentence to death by the prince

you place any character in any other story and you'll find that they are still forever haunted by their flaws

sure, maybe orpheus is the only one who would turn around, but you place him in any other story, and he'd still find some way to have a moment where he forsakes common sense for love. Icarus's hubris would follow him forever, achilles would never let go of his ambition and his dreams for glory and that would find some way to destroy him to

tragedies are almost always people. not situations

[apollos-boyfriend]

i think tubbo’s coming out went something like

tubbo: dad….. i’m trans. i’m a boy

jordan, remembering the insane amount of money he won on being the only one to have bet they were having a daughter:

[pj-creativity]

Messy art is the best art.

https://ko-fi.com/pjcreativity

[how-the-feathers-have-fallen]

you're so fucking welcome to cry in my bathroom. you hear me?

steal the spare key from under the doormat or the key under the shoe rack or the key in the flower vase or the kitchen drawer or my favorite candle-

or steal it right out of my pocket.

(what do you mean why do i have so many house keys? ask this house why it has so many ghosts and why they keep leaving me)

break in at 3 am and make yourself at home

cry in my doorway if you can't make it any further

I'll get out of bed and carry you up. we'll sit on the floor of my tiny dilapidated bath stall, going through the box of shitty make-up I never bought and try to laugh

or throw plastic potted plants out the window onto the rusty pile of baby bikes I never rode if you need to scream and watch something shatter. I'd trade a million styrofoam sunflowers for your laughter

or we'll just curl up in a tight ball and lay in the ancient tub, turn on the shower and weep and wail and sob and shout till we're floating in a salt water ocean

who cares if the tile floor's cold. I've got a dozen fluffy robes hooked on the door. We'll build a soft nest to crash on and a fort to protect us. we'll find the old paperbacks I hid in the the laundry basket and read till the sun rises and sets and explodes.

who cares about those stupid lumps of porcelain plastic. they're ugly and I never wanted them. I think I'd rather have you break them than the world break you.

who cares if the tub's a little rickety and the water's cold and the boiler's old and loud and slow and we'll get soaked to the bone.

I'll hold you till you stop crying. and then I'll hold you after. when you need to come back from where you left to. back to my senior citizen tub in my decrepit water closet in the house you're welcome to. back to me and all my goddamn keys for the same empty lock.

[pant--eater]

I used to be hardcore hyperfixated in Greek mythology when I was like 10 (very much thanks to Disney's Hercules LOL), and lately I've been both listening to Epic the Musical and bingewatching the Hercules Animated Series, which reignited my interest

wanted to just for funsies to design a Hercules universe version for Eos, the goddess of dawn!! She's a cheerful ditzy lady with "that overbearing but well meaning next door auntie" energy, who is VERY VERY forgetful at times (remember that myth about her asking Zeus to grant eternal life to her mortal husband, but forgetting to ask eternal youth for him as well, causing said husband to wither away into a grasshopper. Whoops)

Also she is cheerful and smiley, but she's sorta putting a "customer service face" on 24/7 and repressing her anger and negative feelings because she's expected to be the gentle, motherly dawn goddess all the time. Deep down, she wants to go feral and rip things into pieces FDKJFDJKFJ

During dusk, she is called Hespera and her color palette becomes darker in a cozy way :>