#kind of a love story?

[dearestaeneas]

here’s another little section of this story! i’m having fun posting these out of order, maybe if there’s interest when it’s done i’ll upload the whole thing (most likely on ao3 and i’ll link it here, it’s a long boy)! but here’s a creation story of sorts- you guys know i love creating my own mythologies

<3

“Day and Night were brothers,” she began. “Each a king of his own domain.

They ruled their kingdoms justly, although had the opposite been true it would have hardly mattered.

For all their good work, their subjects still found cause for complaint: neither kingdom had found a fellow ruler. ‘You shall be unchecked!’ they cried. ‘You shall grow irresponsible with your power and our good fortunes will turn!’

The brothers consulted with one another, both surprised to learn of the other’s similar struggle. They wondered at how long their respective kingdoms had felt this way. ‘Do we not care for them well enough?’ Day cried. ‘Do we not love them well enough?’ Night lamented.

‘Why do they fear us so?’ the brothers wept.

The sun and the moon watched their kings from their perches high in the sky and whispered amongst themselves. Day looked up to them, his golden eyes overflowing with rays of light. Night followed his brother’s example, his own starry eyes leaking shadows to darken his face.

‘Do you mock us?’ Day asked.

‘Do you fear us?’ Night asked.

Sun looked to Moon before gazing down at their king. ‘Never,’ they replied.

Moon returned Sun’s gaze before gazing down at her king. ‘Never,’ she promised.

‘We are such a pathetic sight,’ Day sighed, brushing his own sparkling tears away. They reflected off the earth’s waters, shining bright enough to blind.

‘Why do you whisper?’ Night asked, as he brushed the shadowy tears away. The earth at his feet became a deep blue-black, forests and oceans and cities and farms becoming lost in darkness, those humans not already safe in bed filled with a fear they may never reach those beds again

‘Moon and I have heard your plight,’ Sun started.

‘And we think we have a solution,’ Moon finished.

‘Tell us! Tell us!’ the brothers rejoiced.

‘There is a pair of siblings, either kingdom would be lucky for rulership under either,’ Sun proudly proclaimed.

‘They are human,’ Moon said carefully. ‘And suffer from such a condition accordingly. You must be careful, for that luck could be fickle.’

Sun nodded gravely.

‘What do you mean?’ the brothers asked. This made sense, as the brothers themselves were far from human, despite the endless love they held for the creatures.

‘They are evil and cruel, stupid and self-centered, arrogant and dismissive,’ Sun said.

‘How would our kingdoms be lucky for their rulership!’ the brothers cried.

‘They are kind and gentle, mindful and creative, loving and helpful,’ Moon said.

The brothers looked to one another in distress. Before they could speak, Sun said, ‘They are human!’

‘And suffer from such a condition accordingly!’ Moon exclaimed.

The brothers allowed these words to settle, their minds racing with purest fascination. ‘Very well,’ Day said. ‘Very well,’ Night agreed.

The pair of brothers, with counsel from Sun and Moon, visited the human realm prepared to return home partnered with someone to share their kingdoms with.

‘We must look our best so we do not frighten the humans,’ Day said to his brother. Night readily agreed, and the brothers clothed themselves.

Day dressed himself in a golden suit and adjusted his crown, its golden arms radiating from his head like sunbeams. Night wrapped his cloak around his shoulders, his hands adorned with dozens of silver rings that shined like the stars.

‘You are dressed well, but there is something you’ve forgotten!’ Sun cried.

‘Yes!’ Moon agreed. ‘You must make your faces match those of the human realm if you wish for them to not fear you!’

The brothers nodded readily. Day, with his unobscured view of humanity, shifted his face easily to that of a man’s, his smooth head shining. Night, whose glimpses into the human realm were mostly obscure, changed his head to that of a deer skull, as the whiteness of the bone was able to glow in Moon’s pale light.

‘King, why do you not choose a human form?’ Sun asked.

‘Moon said we must choose faces that match those of the human realm. I’ve found faces such as this in forests, shining in the starlight. Is it not beautiful?’ Night answered.

‘Perhaps this will help me to win the hearts of either sibling,’ Day said to himself. ‘That way I will have my pick without competition.’

Night did not hear his brother, and the pair went arm in arm to the human realm, where they were greeted warmly by the king. Upon hearing the brothers’ proposals, he readily agreed to allow them to wed his children, on the condition that the siblings were to choose their partners for themselves.

The brothers consented, Day looking to Night without feeling discouraged. ‘The odds are still in my favor!’ He whispered. ‘They will be frightened of the skull!’

The king called to his children and into the hall came a set of twins, as different from one another as Day was from Night. The first, tall and haunting, looked to Night and the shock that went through his body was visible even as he attempted to suppress it. The second, bright and curving, looked to Day, the heat rising to their cheeks visibly.

‘Children,’ the king said. ‘The Lords of the Sky seek to wed you.’

Night and Day shared a look upon hearing such an introduction. How silly humans are! The brothers smiled at one another, charmed that the humans would so freely give them credit for the sky.

‘Our kingdoms each demand a second ruler,’ Day began.

‘It is of the utmost importance they remember we are not their enemy,’ Night finished.

‘Which of us do you choose?’ the tallest sibling asked.

‘Yes, which?’ the other echoed.

‘It is for you to decide,’ the king answered.

The siblings looked to one another before studying the brothers.

‘We have brought gifts,’ Day began.

‘If you would like to decide that way,’ Night finished.

The siblings consulted and returned to the brothers, nodding their agreement. Turning their backs, the siblings waited as each brother placed a gift on the ground before them. The brothers stepped back and the siblings turned to look at the gifts at their feet.

Day, who’d set his eye on the second sibling who stood directly across from him, placed his gift at the feet of the first sibling believing that each sibling would prefer his own gift and in the hopes of avoiding Night, assume a trick had been played and decide to switch places.

The siblings studied the gifts: a dead bird, with iridescent wings and a golden beak; and a small pouch containing several small polished stones, which on further inspection proved to be insects trapped in amber.

The brother beamed with pride, confident their gift was the most desirable. The siblings nodded to themselves, faces neutral, before turning to their father.

‘We would like to make our decisions separately,’ the first spoke.

‘We do not wish to know the other’s choice,’ the second added.

The king, baffled by such a request, looked to Day and Night. The brothers consented, and the siblings were led from the hall once more.

The first returned moments later, the weight of three sets of eyes heavy on their head. With care, they lifted the pouch and held it for a moment before nodding to the king. They replaced it to its spot on the floor. Never once turning to the brothers, the first sibling departed.

The second sibling followed suit, solemn and silent. They looked from the bird to the pouch, thoughtful. After careful contemplation, the pouch was lifted a second time. They nodded to their father and replaced the pouch before turning to the brothers.

‘They are both very beautiful gifts,’ they smiled. With a slight bow, the second sibling disappeared from the hall.

The king, who did not know which brother placed the pouch, despaired. Before he could speak, Night said, ‘We shall let the siblings pick us directly, but I would like to hear why their choices were made in such a way. We will not claim either gift until they have made their decisions.’

Day did not speak.

The king called for his children to return, and before long they stood before the brothers, the gifts at their feet.

‘Choose,’ Night spoke.

Day did not speak.

‘We do not wish the other to know what our choice was,’ the second sibling said.

The first sibling did not speak.

‘You’ve chosen the same gift,’ the king replied. ‘You shall pick your betrothed directly.’

Both siblings looked to their father in shock.

‘First,’ Day finally spoke. ‘Tell us why you chose as you did.’

Night looked to his brother, confusion parked upon his face.

‘The bird is beautiful,’ the first sibling replied. ‘But it is dead.’

‘Are the insects not also dead?’ Night asked.

‘Yes,’ the first sibling replied slowly. ‘But it is not obvious.’

‘The insects have survived,’ the second sibling stated. ‘The amber is old, one must imagine what those stones have seen.’

‘Does the bird’s youth make its experiences useless?’ Day asked.

‘No,’ the second sibling stated slowly. The words appeared caught in their throat, the thoughts themselves trapped in their head. ‘But…I’d like to last. There is undeniable beauty in the temporariness of the bird, but if it were me…I’d like to be remembered as I was.”

The brothers nodded, looking on the siblings thoughtfully. A quiet settled.

‘Choose,’ Night repeated.

‘We have,’ the second sibling spoke.

‘My sibling has made an argument for the insects that I cannot compare to. I choose the bird,’ the first sibling said.

‘Are you sure, my child?’ the king asked, concern in his eyes.

Day and Night remained silent and watched with great interest.

The first sibling nodded. ‘Yes, father.’

Two sets of siblings stood facing one another in that hall, before the brothers stepped forward to claim their gifts.”

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[c-rowlesdraws]

Ratatouille would have been a better and potentially much more interesting story if Remy had partnered with Collette instead of Linguini. Two underdogs with talent and passion forced to maintain a dangerous ruse. Fiercely independent Collette giving up temporary control of her body to a creature who, despite the insanity of a rat wanting to cook professionally, she can relate to on a personal level and who she does want to teach. The inner conflict of wondering if Remy’s growing talents are eclipsing her own, if the praise their food is earning belongs more to him than to her. Her guilt over feeling resentment and jealousy towards this little guy who wouldn’t have a hope of realizing his talents if not for her trust and protection. Both of them unraveling the mystery of that sweet but bumbling kitchen boy with the obvious crush on Collette being Gusteau’s secret son, and working together to thwart the new evil owner’s plans to stop Linguini from claiming his birthright. The message of the movie not being this weird, almost smug “some people are born with talent, some people aren’t, and that’s how being a ~great artist~ works”, but something more like, “if you have a dream, you deserve to pursue it, and be supported and encouraged in your pursuit of it, even if other people tell you that, because of some intrinsic aspect of yourself or the circumstances you were born in (like being a human woman in the restaurant industry, or being a literal rat), you have no place pursuing this dream. Also, raw talent can only get you so far, and skill and passion existing in the right balance is key.” I’ve been thinking about this for seventeen years. I’m breaking my silence

[liyrical]

(jjk266) confession

[egophiliac]

bring your son to work day

[ministarfruit]

day 15: haunting ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[theribbajack]

"Now, the vow will be honoured, and my Lord brother's soul will return."

Radahn stans keep winning, but I personally am in Miyazaki's walls rn

[drenched-in-sunlight]

i love the DLC man

[technically-human]

Edwin after the confession is a menace

Bonus Charles being normal about it:

[kriskukko]

protagonist for the 15th century vn

[slfcare]

When I was younger, I was in love with the idea of moving out to a lone island and never speaking to anyone again. I wasn’t good at talking, physically, nor did conversations come easy to me, so I kept quiet and I was totally fine with that. But while the people closest to me rolled their eyes at my wishes (again, lone island), nobody told me how talking to people was fun. Nobody told me how nice of a feeling it was to feel a new friendship blossom, to have inside jokes with people, to hand out compliments and get them back, to ask questions to people who are excited about having the answers, to remember something that someone mentioned last time and make them feel heard, to flatter people, to share slightly embarrassing facts and be able to laugh about them, to have people to say hi and bye to. It took me years and years and years to gather the courage to speak, but it was so worth it. It’s so much fun.

[whatohitsonfirewelp]

You know what? I don’t WANT an awkward double date. I don’t WANT buck coming out and people having the ‘I know’ reaction or the ‘is it Eddie’ reaction.

You know what I do want?

I want Buck panicking over what to wear for the date. I want Buck flopping on his bed like very teenager after their first kiss all giggly and happy and touching his lips because he kissed a boy

I want Buck smiling every time he says Tommy’s name because maybe it isn’t forever and maybe he’s not even looking for forever anymore but he’s so happy and he’s so light and being with Tommy feels good

I want Tommy to keep calling him Evan, because before Buck was Buck he was Evan and Evan deserves to be happy to be treated so softly and lovingly and Evan deserves to be free.

I want Buck to be happy. To be happy and free and queer in the way we all deserve.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Good morning, Sleepyhead.

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[benevolenterrancy]

("Always. Continuously. With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope. I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this." -- paraphrased from The Beatrice Letters, Lemony Snicket)

[cubbihue]

I just found your Itty Bitty Au and I have to say, I love how you've written Perry and the other fairies to be... just a bit selfish? How Perry won't consider turning Dev into a Fairy- not because he doesn't really care about him or thinks there's a moral issue with it, but because if he turns Dev into a fairy it'll negatively effect HIM. Also, super excited to see more of Timmy (both)!

Fairies are not like humans in that they have “Good or Bad” morals. Fairies, by nature, are extremely selfish. They don’t care for human conflicts, human goodness, or human morale.

A fairy’s first priority is doing their job right for their court, and their second priority is doing what they want most. Selfishness is innate for Fairies as Compassion is innate for Humans.

Cosmo and Wanda are outliers in that they care about their godchildren to an emotional degree. It’s what made them the best fairies to be godparents!! Peri… doesn’t understand that quite yet.

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[egophiliac]

roll out the red carpet guys we're going to the SHAFTLANDS