#title flight

[moonvxv]

i’m not really sure what it is i miss about you

you hurt me more when we weren’t together

“maybe there’s nothing, only this moment”

-title flight

[dramatic-dolphin]

love it when my laptop decides to store some information i put in a search bar somewhere and then use it on another webpage, except it's not always a search bar, and it doesn't do it on every webpage, just completely random ones. like yeah i totally wanted to search for "helium liquid temperature" on etsy, thank you. your suggestion for filling out this form is very helpful, the city i live in is indeed "trigun". sure man, let me name this virtual pet "annihilation jeff vandermeer". why are you doing this to me.

[luminaxplushie]

btw. adamantios

[erendur]

I know I might be a bit hyperfixated on that "Gnome" business, but really when you read this :

"Weapons were drawn and a bitter fight was fought upon the great arch of the Haven's gate, and upon the lamplit quays and piers, as is sadly told in the song of the Flight of the Gnomes."

(The lost Road)

And I'm sorry, but

"As is sadly told in the song of the Flight of the Gnomes."

Jirt ????

The song the FLIGHT OF THE GNOMES???? The SAD song "the Flight of the Gnomes" ???

At this point just call Maglor Gonfin and be done with it.

"Oh yes, the sad song "The Flight of the Gnomes", that the bard Gonfin wrote ere he was lost."

[fireat-will]

genuinely almost crying over Rupert Jr and I'm not even close to my period this is embarrassing.

He's just a little guy who wants to hang out on his tricycle and have his dad home for Christmas. So sweet and friendly he doesn't deserve this.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

if they put charles in rivals and just let him walk like during krakoa they're cowards. imagine the kind of unique movement you would have with the hover chair he would be so fun to play

almost every character just walks, they should be creative with him

They should put him in his hover chair and they should let me run people over

[sicklyjelly]

💙 commissions are here! 💙

I mean, they've always been here, I just added a few things.

I'm currently unemployed so they’ll be open indefinitely while I look for work and deal with various expenses! I'll be taking 5 projects at a time, and I'll update when spots become available again.

rules are detailed in my carrd, under commission info. thank you!

[frideas]

appreciation post for this achievement title

[linkedin-offficial]

flight rising lorestuffs

[bonefall]

Will Jayfeather go to starclan? Cause he did fight against them his whole life... and then actually fought them (and didn't tell anybody, didn't get punished), AND had kits, plus a bunch of other things I can't think of right now

Like damn

I don't know. I don't write ahead or fix arcs until they are done. I only know that certain cats will eventually become Patrons.

StarClan is a shifting entity, heavily influenced by the most recent cats who join it. Yes Jayfeather has been WILDLY disobedient, punching angels, breaking the code, and openly challenging their choices... but he also saved DOZENS of lives by dragging StarClan Angels out of the sky during the Battle of the True Eclipse!

You could even argue he helped doublekill Tigerstar. Without him, Firestar wouldn't have had his final face-off.

He also has been serving ThunderClan faithfully for years. StarClan damned Featherwhisker in spite of that, but since Ashfur they've had to reconsider a lot of things. Skypelt has even insisted on adopting certain Dark Forest warriors, like Ripplestar and his rebels.

So, we just don't know yet. It's going to be a pretty big trial though.

[llondonfog]

diasomnia month // prompt 08 — spring

death had been kinder as of late.

forget-me-nots carpet graves almost as soon as the marker has been set in place, a dreamy cushion of blue to ease the aching grief of gathered loved ones. the soldiers fallen in the fields glimpse one final sight of their ravaged bodies cradled by poppies, effervescent and sweet, before they depart for the afterlife— a strange sense of peace to comfort their violent souls. and for the animals, the gentle creatures who nestle in the arms of the earth to return home, a bower of weeping willows with a green-pearled curtain to shelter them in their final hours.

as the heir to their immortal kingdom, such unusual blessings did not go unnoticed from malleus' keen supervision.

he has known the god of the dead for far beyond the mortal realm's ability to comprehend, and lilia has persisted for millennia beyond even malleus' incredible existence. it is not an existence that he is particularly boastful about, though many gods would be— malleus knows of private conversations that he was not meant to hear, of lilia's despair at the endurance of his belief, when malleus' own mother was cast down into the terror of obscurity by the ever-changing whims of humanity. as such, he knows that lilia regards the humans they are meant to shepherd with a sense of bitter apathy; it is not hard to understand, even share his beliefs, when humanity continues to devour itself with senseless wars, the lives of themselves and gods in the invisible balance.

so it is more than peculiar, strange even, that lilia should be taking such an active interest in the weeping and wailing of the very people he despises. and such abnormality calls for a visit— an unprompted one, by the prince of all gods, who prided himself on his ability to prepare for even the worst of circumstances.

(could it be? had lilia finally left for whatever great unknown that awaited gods, had the absence carved into his immortal soul by the loss of malleus' mother and father finally poisoned him so, his duties now carried on by some new and unfamiliar cult figure?)

all of this, malleus was prepared to accept.

malleus was not, however, prepared to find the god of the dead, the lord of the very underworld himself, frolicking in a field of wildflowers with a child laughing and bouncing gleefully on his hip, with baby fat fingers fisted into locks of shadow-slick hair and a smile bright enough to rival the sun.

a child, bearing the blessing of lilia's godly might— a child, malleus realizes with awe and an eerie sense of impending doom, whose very blood sings with lilia's own ichor.

a demi-god.

[coconi]

I just finished Tulin's storyline and excuse me while I bawl about this game further cementing the fact that Revali made himself a Champion. He was no descendant of an ancient Sage nor did he have a loving family to train him (that we know of). There was no power destined to be his: he crafted his own version of wind control without any support or spiritual guidance and excelled at it and then he and the other Champions went into battle without the special helms, without a sacred tear/charm to further enhance his abilities, without the certainty of two rulers (and a sage from the future) with god-like powers that could back them up if things went awry. Because of this, the original Sages survived where the Champions did not.

Revali was doomed from the start and if he'd known he would've still honed his craft and piloted Medoh with his beak held high and I am in shambles about it

[flightrising]

Nocturne at the Museum

[mzminola]

I don't think there's anything that really drives home how ridiculous the Robin costume is like trying to fit it into another style. I love our dashing traffic light, but oh man is it silly out of context. Behold, extremely tiny dragon Tim.

Fae, Ruby Fade, Lemon Sarcophagus, Shamrock Okapi.

Tim badgering Bruce into self-care, not actually to scale because if I made him the right size he'd be too hard to see:

[stormvanari]

dream mod