#when he was ‘born’

[koukaaa-descent]

indigo lore…. Thinking about him hurts me in ways I cannot explain

You are born in agony. It is a short, momentary agony, one spent blind to the world beyond the self. It was so bright. It was so beautiful. (Gray walls. Fluorescent light. Faceless faces. Is that still beautiful?)

Murmuring voices, low and unsure. You realize that you can see—that the light has been dimmed. The shiny material of another’s visor gleams in the low light as they peer down at you.

You are alive. It is stark in the way which your ribs expand, and your heart beats. It is a vivid, awful moment of realization.

There is silence. You are on the floor. A hand reaches out, offering itself. You are afraid, but you take it anyways.

(She was always the kindest of them all.)

_

It is… smiling. (You don’t recall what it’s called). A porcelain thing atop a face, tilted with curiosity. Arms, reaching out, hand a mere moment away from your face. You think for a moment that the touch would have been gentle if not for her intervention.

A short shriek of complete defiance. The entity before you flinches away and turns, precariously wobbling on unsteady feet as it attempts to face her. But it is too late, and they are both crashing to the ground.

You begin to wonder what will happen. You begin to understand that perhaps you will never understand this feeling.

For a moment, it looks as if she has the upper hand, as if she is going to slaughter it bare-handed. She has her fingers hooked beneath the edges of the mask, ready to rip it out of the host. But there is a scream, and—

Blood. There is so much blood that you do not know what to do with yourself. Acid burns in the back of your throat but you later learn that it, too, was blood. Suddenly, the entity is the one winning. You cannot move.

She falls limp upon its body. She begins to move again. When you next see her face, there is a mask. Its surface is curled and wrinkled in a strange way that you cannot describe beyond just that—strange.

It stands. And she’s gone. She’s not there anymore.

It’s like she’d never existed in the first place.

It tilts its head at you, the same way the first did. You wonder if it knows the same things she did. If it knows that she walked a certain way, or oftentimes hung around for just long enough that you knew that you were seen.

You wonder if it knows how to sing like she did. She tried to teach you. She failed, miserably.

It stares. It turns away, swaying. Just like that, you part ways.

_

There is sunlight through the treetops, dappling the world below with fleeting glimmers of light. Stepping back here feels strange. (A lot of things are strange.)

Springtime. Life. It’s everywhere. Vines crawl up the trees, indigo flowers vivid within their blooms. You like that word. You really do.

Manticoils sing. Miles away, a Forest Keeper bellows a greeting; to what, you did not know. (Perhaps it recognizes you.) The Hawks squeal and chatter a while away, hanging in the treetops. There is something small inside of the bushes.

There is something small inside of the bushes.

It feels like the forest is very quiet as you carefully walk through the brush. It is not, though; it’s only imagination. But it feels quiet. Even the sound of your own footsteps is muffled. There is something small in the bushes.

It is so small. You do not understand why you feel this way.

It raises its head, impossibly feeble. It manages a short, warbling coo.

You do not understand why you feel this way. You walk back to the ship with something small cupped in your hands, warbling and chattering the entire way back.

(Indigo. That is a good name.)

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[cryptocism]

"just as I did, in 1983."

you'd never know my favourite parts of the show are the fucked up insane bits when my first instinct is to draw the cheesiest thing imaginable

[duckysprouts]

if you were at your worst, if you’re a villain or a screwup or whatever, there is a goth man dressed as a giant bat who keeps coming after you, bothering you. he sabotages your journey of self destruction over and over. ur ready to give up but he won’t let you. you think, today he won’t come. today he will give up on me too. he never does.

[paintedcrows]

Had a silly thought about hypothetical cat curse shenanigans with @dark-lord-of-awesomeness's How to Cat Burglar a Family ;)

Bonus doodle!!

[jjkyaoi]

the headcanon of regulus just being able to cry on command is horrifying but also the funniest thing i’ve ever fucking heard. like i imagine regulus is hanging out with the marauders, post black brothers reconciliation, and him and sirius are bickering and sirius JOKINGLY goes “well it’s not MY fault it’s impossible for you to show any emotion” and regulus blinks. and then just fully starts sobbing.

and james and remus and peter are all like ?!?!?! what the FUCK . RIGHTFULLY SO. and james’ heart is hurting so bad because he’s never seen regulus cry before and he’s trying to comfort him and hold him and regulus, (who is gay and a little shit) is just letting himself be hugged and letting james pet his hair or whatever and remus is like. sirius what the fuck apologize to your brother??????? because sirius has been sitting there the entire time unmoving and he just raises his eyebrows, completely unimpressed and deadpan when he goes, “you guys do know he’s faking right”. and then when remus and james both are like HUH??? torn between bewildered and angry with this reaction, regulus just extracts himself from james, face completely neutral but with tears drying on his cheeks, no sign of the heaving, hyperventilating sobs he’d fallen into literally a second ago and says “i win”. it terrifies peter so bad that he can’t look him in the eyes for a week

[breesperez139]

Dc x Dp Prompt #6

“I’m a twin”, Damian said one night. He could feel the narrowed eyes of his family drilling holes on his back in disbelief. Not that he could blame them. Damian had never so much as implied being raised with a companion, much less a sibling.

“I had a brother”. Damian paused to recollect himself. He had not said his brother’s name out loud in over 8 years.

“His name was… Danyal”. Damian hated the way his voice wavered, but he could not help it. Danyal was everything to him, his other half. Their heart beat as one and when one heart stopped beating, the other one died with it. At least until his family put his heart on metaphorical life support without ever realizing.

“Where is he now?” His father asked, voice filled with knowing grief and a hint of betrayal. It had in fact been 6 years since Damian first showed up on his doorstep.

“Up there”. All eyes shifted towards the specific star he was pointing to. “Right before he died, he promised me he’d guide me from the stars. Unfortunately, the stars are not visible in Gotham, so my brother is unable to be of much help unless I leave the city.”

“Your brother is Polaris, the North Star?” Tim questioned warily, most likely in attempts to not offend him. Damian was aware of how stupid it sounded, but Danyal had promised, and his brother never broke his promises.

“Yes. Danyal is with the stars now, just as he always wanted”

[bubbarnes]

“... so you can either do something about it now.”

[leo-artista]

Dad Mullet Stan Au in which he finds a young girl who was kicked out of her home and basically adopts her

[quesocheeso]

I headcanon Wukong having brown fur back before he had all his immortalities, and as he got stronger and more immortal he turned more golden/ginger

Only some of the older monkey demons and his generals knew him back then and know he originally had darker fur, so when Xiaotian was born everyone assumed he got his darker fur from Macaque but his generals were just cooing over him looking just like Wukong when he was younger. Macaque was surprised by this since he met Wukong after he had already lost all his brown fur, but he does remember him still having a brown undertone until he ate the immortal peaches and wine.

(Since I love drama) Some of the court/servants initially, being petty, spread rumors that Xiaotian was not the Emperor's son, y'know as one does, how they came up with this, who knows. But before the rumor can spread, the ffm generals are already there gushing about the baby looking just like Wukong when he was younger.

[gongyussy]

bonus:

[astral-aromance]

I feel like 99% of the Silmarillion fans forget that Fëanor was actually a very likeable guy for most of his life.

That is literally a significant part of why people followed him. A lot of people loved and admired him. He wasn't mean to random people, and definitely not "a toxic husband/father." The whole point of his story is that he was universally beloved, which is what made his fall so impactful.

[buwheal]

Mfers when they want your personal information (I said no)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

At your side [End of Season 2]

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