#its a surprise

[mantarising]

Managed to feed all of my kids.

How long they will stay fed is none of my business.

[reddamselette]

1.6k words

THE BLADE traveled through each realm. Broken skin that leaked ichor of palms separating the skies, the winds, the seas, death and the afterlife coated silver. Golden drops of ink dripped through their fingers and onto the floors of their abode.

No one had known the reasons they were called. No one dared to ask for a single word wasn’t spoken. Only glances of the Unseen and the Underworld’s witches and deities were stolen. Very few thought it wasn’t possible to feel the mortal emotion of anxious fear. Yet they had. Anxious fear slipping into indestructible bones and flesh that willed to shapeshift and change. 

The uncomfortability increased as the king of the gods began to speak, his words carried by the clouds and echoed like thunder across the waves. Such as the subjects in royalty, one by one, they bowed their heads shutting the blinds of their thoughts to grant privacy. Privacy that was given as mockery for the king gazed at the horizon from his balcony on countless occasions like the skies that see and know all. “I have summoned each one of you here at my request.” He turned as the blade made its way towards the twelve thrones. The blade sliced the hands of grapes stolen, love that was forged by man, and twin chariots in orbit. Lightning rose in the atmosphere, within each syllable like a spell casted. “By the Fates, an oath will be created. An oath that will last for centuries as your presence binds you to these grounds until the end of time.”

Hearts of the divinity ceased to beat as if time rose the depths of hell and froze over. Many had the urge to call out yet none did. Their voices were stolen just as their choice of say had—a choice that was to haunt them for eternity.

The king and queen dipped the point of the blade into their skin, gold poured from their wounds like the rivers that were ruled and was given to the Sun and the Moon. Their fingers of light and darkness enveloped the handle and met in between dawn and dusk, threads of gold and silver tied their bodies and stabilized their feet to the ground.

The Moon pursed her lips, glancing at her brother in concern yet the Sun only remained forward, sparing no look. But she knew. And she understood. Eyes of the stars glowed white as the kingdoms of Olympus, the Seas, and the Underworld fell into a dark ocean of the night sky with winds as cold as ice blowing through in tides. Her voice echoed in the minds of every god and goddess present. “For millennia to come, the creation of the Divine Laws by Fate shall be known and learned, acknowledged and embedded. Listen and listen well: from this day forward, you shall be the subjects to the Moirai…and for that, interference in the lives of your children–demigod and divinity alike, is forbidden. The balance of the realms shall remain untouched until our ashes have been spread throughout chaos. Heartbreak and melancholy seen by the moon will follow if it is broken.”

Vibrant vines of green and the seeds of spring decayed, burned by a burst of heat and flames of a crashed chariot that carried the cries of a familial vow broken apart and tossed away.

By the Sun, his eyes began to glow gold in contrast. Rays of light lessened the darkness of night as colors melted into one another and sun seeped from his body to coat the kingdoms of Olympus, the Sea, and the Underworld in endless heat waves. The palm of his free hand was spread towards the sun as he spoke, his words reverberated and echoed aloud. “Bound by ichor and the cycles of the sun, forbid this oath to never be forgotten. Heed my words and my words alone, no power of three realms in reality shall break it. For if it is broken, tragedy and death seen by the sun will follow. In the name of the Moirai–”

“The oath is sealed.” The Moon dissolved the blade into her palms, one that marked many now coursed through her veins as the ungiven words of agreement were now locked with a key. The threads of gold and silver were released and outrage began.

Many were unfazed. Little was drawn of the blank expressions etched onto their shifting features and returned home. Yet so many mothers failed to move and didn’t dare to shed a tear as threatening glares were shot in the way of those heartless. And so many fathers screamed in distraught. They hadn’t known it then for the phrase had not been invented yet. But the rage of a man was nothing compared to the rage of a woman.

And like it, the gods were unable to abandon their duties.

Days passed agonizingly slow as times changed and less hours were given in the daytime. Time was nothing in the face of grief and the reflection of sadness.

As the sun was to rise in the mortal realm, Light asked in question, "What am I to do if I am no longer able to aid my children as they pray for help?" The Light dimmed as clouds covered the sun, submerging the terrain into casted shadows. He couldn't bear it. The void of warmth he worked so hard to spread among his worshippers and those he favored. Even he hadn't foreseen such a thing happening. Had they purposely hid his eyes beneath a blindfold? To take his sight away as leverage to ensure his obedience?

The Sun shook his head, offering a soft hand on the shoulder of his student and the clouds soon drifted away into blue skies. Yet the light remained dark, its heat scorched the grounds and gravel, dried the plants and threatened to set fire. "You must remain calm, Apollo. It is to prevent your presence in their lives, never to prevent your blessings."

"What does it matter? It is all the same." Apollo sighed deeply, the light brightened overwhelmingly so as the seas glimmered and the winds whistled throughout the mountains. "I envy my sister for never bearing children. But a blind man can tell she grieves just as they do. Just as I do."

Down under in a land disliked and disgusted by many to touch, the Underworld groaned, cracks splitting the grounds apart as tears of lava soaked through. Darkness seemed to have engulfed the lands, all falling silent with no nerve to move as the Underworld trembled in the wake of bound words of ichor. Ichor that burned in his veins like its fiery counterpart. Ichor he would have removed without a second thought.

However, the rage of Death calmed. Embraces of a familiar garden slipped into his skin like liquor, echoes of pomegranate and whispers of promises made late at night. Life held Death in her arms and kissed his cheek with a soft smile. “Do not despair, my love.”

“Damn it all. Damn it all for the forsaken oath only binds us. Never the others. They are too heartless to understand.” In the far distance, Cerberus whined and howled. The three-headed dog laid to rest in the garden of his mother, weeping floods for his father.

Eventually as time passed and none had left the lands where death and its cherished roamed, sleep floated through like a lullaby and the spells of a witch locked herself away, neither never to be seen again. And like an unspoken agreement between those who called it home, Life and Death locked its gates for centuries to come. Only the spirits of passing were allowed to enter with Life, allowed to leave for spring.

Somewhere in the mountains—far, far away from the kingdom known to rip free will from those above it, laid two of its deities.

Words spoken out of admiration and adoration for others, lips were laced with alcohol but the intention was there. "Your daughters must protect those who cannot protect themselves. I ask of you, aware that it is beneath me but please, your daughters must protect ours as well." The vines of grapes and leaves wilted and rotted with wine spilled on stained floors in mourning. A door closed in the heart of his soul, one connected to well-known friends he had made in the time alive. He had little to blame for he would've done the same. It was a shame Wine was unable to become as intoxicated as his followers. He had nothing left but his own sanity to give to embrace what he inflicts.

Fire met fire. Pleading flames and uncomfortable, searing hot flames like the light of the sun that shone. Flames itched for a spear, a dagger coated in the iron of his enemies, of the abusers and ill of his daughters. He could no longer travel or teach his warriors all they could know. War had never wanted to leave their lives alone like mortals because they would have eternity as he did. Yet he was forbidden to grant everlasting life. War clenched his fists, blazing eyes set on marble. "I will do what I am able to, friend. Had it been on my own terms with choice, I'd subject the lands in endless bloodshed."

Over time, writers gifted with artistic ability and those lucky enough to experience these events wrote of the oath. Legends painted in quill and ink onto coffee brown paper. None had ever gotten close to the truth.

Lost in thousands of years of mystery and text, none had ever discovered what led to the truth. It begged the question.

What harmed the balance of all mortal and divine to drive the Sun and Moon to oversee an oath and create the laws known as Fate?

[kawasiki-jo]

Okay so there's a bit of lore here...

[katkalis-the-fanartist]

My guys are just...here

[hcneyflower]

Getting my hair colored tomorrow, and it better be perfect this time since it wasn't quite right before! Finally, gonna get the look I wanted. 🙄

[bridgeleaves]

Whilst I was away from my tablet, I made a game for my friend.

[crimsonshadow323]

Hey @mrhalloween2ficpage

Sorry for doing it like this (i would've asked in the ask box thingy but apparently yours is closed so ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ )

But I'm making a thing and i need you to give me 12 word prompts.

Like it could be a phrase or dialogue or whatever but i need 12 of them. Please and thank you 😊

[vitamin-zeeth]

Just remembered I've got an English creative assignment due when I get back. I already started it but I literally cannot remember at all what I wrote lol we'll see

[traumapyre-moved]

Like this post.

[meatcute]

oh i know what im gonna draw tonite ;)

[fangedup]

@ilaliya :)

[violentviolette]

trickened treat!!

habby ween!

[they-are-so-gender]

Please tell me Haruhi got in. During submissions I had the thought of "oh I don't need to bother submitting Haruhi, the account's icon is her of course she'll get in" and then afterwards I realized that if EVERYONE had that thought, that no one would submit her ^^; please she is literally my gender

I'll spoil the highest amount submitted so you can have a little relief. (5 or more submissions)

Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran) -15

Link (Legend of Zelda) -13

Howl (Studio Ghibli) -12

James (Pokemon) -7

Murderbot (Murderbot) -5

Raine Whispers (The Owl House) -5

Mettaton (Undertale) -5

So yeah...I think Haruhi got in maybe

[ashdoesfandomarchieved]

🌹

“Lily’s been trying to—gods, there’s this guy she thinks is just ‘perfect’ for me,” Hugo went on, oblivious to Varian’s bluescreening. “Which like, thanks, I guess? But he sucks. He sucks, Varian, and if I have to spend an entire evening having six foot chiseled from granite thrown at me I’ll scream. I’ll really scream, or like, end up on the night news.” He paused. “You aren’t saying anything.”

[lesbianturrets]

Mootuals if you have a main oc ref or just image of them PLS REBLOG WIT IT

[pinkprettycure]

@kiraraamanogawa replied to your post “if ur wondering how human/fairy kids even work....”:

Do they have animal ears?

​wouldnt u like to know >:)