#and discuss this with him

[galactia]

anonymous asked:

A note was left upon Kaeya’s desk one day, with naught but a bit of black twine to hold its rolled-up form in place around a glittering piece of crystal. My Starlit Prince. Too long have you been hidden from us, but we have finally found you. When you are ready to come home, the crystal will show you the way. ( @touchofdawn )

Kaeya looked at the note as though it might stare back, with eyes that looked beyond the world as he knew it, to something darker, perhaps not sinister (though he doubted it) but, if nothing else, unwanted. He rolled the stone off the paper, frozen for a moment as he watched it shine in the shafts of sunlight that slanted in through his office windows. A sliver of curiosity, detached from the emotion aching in his chest, wondered what would happen if he touched it. Would it glow? Would it burn in his hand? What resonance with Khaenri'an blood did it possess, and more importantly, was it even real?

Starlit Prince, they called him. There was next to no one who knew the true history of his bloodline: not royalty, but regency and the last Khaenri'an bloodline that held any claim to the throne. A claim to ash and ruin. The very inclusion of such an inference meant this note was no prank.

How he wished it could be.

That evening Kaeya sat at the Angel's Share bar, nursing a Death After Noon. A single one, his first of the night. He seemed-... restless, at least in thought, fingers idly tracing the cusp of his glass and worrying at the coin that showed years of fidgeting in its divots and smooth patches.

As the customers began to trickle out and the hour ticked later, his gaze strayed to Diluc. They'd exchanged very little as far as banter this evening - a remark here and there, and beyond that nothing, except he'd felt Diluc's eyes on him more than once. He'd made no sign that what he needed was urgent, but Kaeya had staid nonetheless.

Now, as bell at the door rang behind the last patron and he heard Diluc turn the lock, Kaeya reached into his pocket and produced a rolled letter and a handkerchief. He laid them out and nudged away the fabric as Diluc rounded the bar,

"I received this today, left on my desk at the Ordo. I-... considered it as a prank, but despite how succinct it is in wording, there is no one in Mond or its surrounding who would... know my lineage."

Kaeya looked at Diluc, watching, "I-... " There was an inhale of hesitation, a breath that wavered on something that he continued through, "...don't want to keep secrets from you, not about this. And I-"

Fear. The word fear was like ash in his mouth and died there, on his tongue. He blinked, and a smile flickered, full of defensive and self-directed humor, "am not convinced of the writer's good intentions. At least not as far as my own loyalties lie."

Kaeya picked, absently, at a bauble on his coat, "But first, there is something you should know, about the Alberich heritage. About my heritage."

[opera-ghost]

[idcaboutart]

all that remained were fields of dreamless solitude

only you can show me this

[aethiriarts]

Remembering that one embarrassing thing you did 50 years ago.

[egophiliac]

GET LOVED, IDIOT

GET LOVED SO HARD YOUR KIDS HOLD HANDS AND POWER-OF-LOVE YOU BACK TO LIFE

sorry guys, this is just my brain now. this is going to be the only thing I think about for the next week at least.

oh and also this

FIVE YEARS IN AND IT'S FINALLY CANON 🎉🎉🎉

WE DID IT

[butterflyscribbles]

The idea that Knuckles hasn’t been held in over a decade and believed he never could be again is devastating tbh❤️‍🩹

[arkangelo-7]

I think the scariest part about Batman is the loyalty he inspires. Like this motherfucker has an army of children who might at any given time hate his guts, but are still 100% willing to throw hands for him if Bruce needs them to. And then there’s the Justice League, who also at any given time might hate his guts or find him insanely irritating and/or weird, but will also fall in line and listen to his plans if the need arises. And that’s like the most intense form of power someone can wield—voluntary obedience from people physically more capable than them.

[bootleg-grandpa]

My headcanon is that their love(hate) language is sending or showing each other memes

[littlefankingdom]

Bruce died(?) again

Jason: Well, it's my turn.

Dick: What are you talking about?

Jason: Everytime Bruce is gone, one of you starts to act just like him, pushing everyone away, acting as only you can be right, and fighting anyone that gets in your way. Dick did it, Tim did it, even Cass kind of did it. So, this time, I will do it.

Tim: Isn't that how you act all the time?

Jason: Whoa, fuck you. You are so banned from historical drama movie nights.

[jay-wasstuff]

The group chat with Wade, Logan and Nicepool

[blackkatdraws2]

[ORV] Happy (late) Father's Day to Han Myungoh. Spread the word for Men's Mental Health Awareness Month



[torturecube]

👑

[five-oh-first]

au where anakin doesn't become a jedi and ends up overthrowing the hutts on tatooine with kitster, his mom and adopted family (the lars'). however, tatooine now needs a government, and the best way to get the planet back on its proverbial feet after the hutts' draining rule is to join the galactic republic. naturally, being some kind of Gift From The Desert (anakin is still very force-sensitive), anakin is voted tatooine's senator. and there, he is introduced to the jedi and the lovely senator from naboo...

now has a part two !!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

News spreads fast.

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[headcanonthings]

Scott: Alright, so the vampire's gravestone is— Stiles: Cenotaph. Scott: What? Derek: It's only a gravestone if it marks the location of a body. A monument honoring someone whose body isn't present is a cenotaph. Scott:I'm… not sure that's how it works if the body gets up and walks away on its own. Stiles: There's a precedent for gravestones being reclassified as cenotaphs if the body is later removed and re-interred elsewhere. There's no rule that says the body itself can't do the removing. Scott: Okay, but the body is very much coming back. That's kind of what we're here to accomplish. Derek, shrugging: So it's a temporary cenotaph. Scott: And naturally our greatest concern here is avoiding semantic ambiguity. Stiles, nodding: Semantic ambiguity is how vampires get you.