#reuinted

[sherwoodflorists]

The whole "Lian Harper has actually been alive and has just been teleporting throughout time" retcon is objectively stupid but I will NEVER complain about it because I truly have never quite forgiven Cry for Justice for taking THIS away from me

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[ttvck]

[lilymolly]

I habent posted in like a millennia but like i is busy.

But where are all my Voltron Fans in 2025

Yall i cant be the only 1. 😭

Lets get our fandom togetherr🥳

[sideswipesjetpack]

How would you feel if one day, a new transformers series comes out and Sideswipe and Sunstreaker are in it?🙂🙂

I would just start jumping around and getting excited tbh.

Probably do this

[oscpadres]

NO FUCKING WAY TREVOR IS GOING TO PHILLY

[synthient]

Ohhh. And Aliss (the sympathetic half of our Master mirror) was the lone survivor of the massacre. The prime suspect. Alone with the dead for weeks. And she did kill in self-defense, and she did lie about what happened, but it wasn't actually her fault

[supercantaloupe]

hot operetta summer off to a great start tonight with the gondoliers. next up (possibly in two weeks?) will likely be the merry widow by request from one of our attendees,i think this will be a very fun series for the coming months

[zainclaw]

I can't wait to watch Kenny act his fucking heart out in whatever this wedding disaster is going to be. but I also can't wait for Buck's hot pilot boyfriend to swoop in and possibly save the day.

[nazalieee]

literally relying on groyper clippers for tea, why are sneako and nick beefing in the stream rn

[veryfashionabledesigns]

So does the balloon thingy in the background and the fact that the crash is never mentioned in the show mean that Hector's balloon is still up and floating around? Even ten years later?

[charmedoralarmed]

u killing me with this bruh😂😂😂😂😂😭😭💔🥀

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Adorned by stars | Changing States

When he hits the I-70, Jeremiah slots George Michael’s Faith into his ’98 Accord and drives with the windows down. His mother would chide him for two reasons: a) he’s wasting fuel and b) it’s begun to storm. But he likes the way the wind shears through his hair like a nail breaking drywall and he likes the way spats of rain settle on his skin like constellations because on the road, he isn’t just a hand for someone else to hold, a body to handle, a man who looks at another man and fears how much of himself he’s lost in his reflection. No. On the road he is the sky, adorned by stars of his own making, relentless in his abundance, blinking in the absence of any other light.

A little Changing States aesthetic & excerpt!

i'm so normal about him i'm so normal i'm so normal i'm so-

[rvdisband]

if i think too hard about nat seeing lottie as shes dying and lottie never being able to know i die 12 times

[lycanthropiedd]

are you hwre are you actually here

in the flesh 😎

[queen-of-prophecy]

The time had come, and Fate was ready to toll.

Vine had walked the rocky hills of Heresy, entered the empty streets of the hollow city, and left six markers. Each one was landmarked by a copper rod buried in the ground, jutting up high, a marking of some sort, either covered with water weeds, bones, or even gold. And six bowls, floating in a glassy liquid, with a severed head sunken in.

Vine presented an offering to each bowl.....given through a vial of blood apiece. She had collected that blood through cunning, coaxing, and violence alike throughout the centuries and it's origins were very precious. She did not waste a single drop.

One bowl was left. For a head still on its shoulders.

Vine gazed into the clear liquid. This was witchcraft distilled as perfectly as one could make it. The energies of the earth, pulled from it's most powerful and ancient sources. Something left over from when God created the universe, made as intense and concentrated as could be. And yet it's appearance was commonplace. It just looked like water.

Vine knew the contents of her potion were enough to change the course of history....and perhaps even upend Fate itself.

"...." Vine took a deep breath. "No matter what happens-" She reminded herself. "-it can still change for the better. We are not doomed yet."

The Queen drank.

Tasting the essence felt like she was swallowing time, space and matter in it's most concrete forms. It felt like years pouring down her throat, human life, plants and animals, the growth of a tree and seeing it felled by lightning. Like frogs wriggling as tadpoles until they were speared on the beaks of herons. Like waves crashing on the shore and air blowing around the world.

The entire universe pouring down her throat. It was...intense. It was all her hands could do to keep the bowl steady as she forced herself to keep swallowing. Gulp after gulp, feeling the power of the earth swirl in her stomach.

She could only barely gasp as she drained the bowl, and finally let it drop. She felt dizzy. But she had to stay on target.

Vine raised her hands, and Lucifer's golden light lowered down as she stood on the edge of the balcony. Two hands held the power of the Morningstar, and the other four attempted to tap into her old strength.

Cra-KOOM!!

Vine felt relief. The storms were coming back to her hands again. She would not have long; this energy had a time limit. She was back to full strength, and capable of miracles. And as the green lightning flashed, Heresy growing thick with the clouds, she felt a small hope.

And she flew.

It was a long time since she had flown as anything but her primeval self. Now she flew as if she was still an angel, but without wings on her back. She was older than when she was an angel now, and something far darker. But she was alive. She was here.

There was still time for a miracle.

In the thick of the clouds, Vine held herself aloft. One power churned inside her....the power of the Earth. And in her hands, she held the power of the Heavens. Both had been touched by Hell's dark forces. It would fit. It would work.

She opened her lips and began to recite the spell.

"From highest high, to lowest low-" She chanted. "-creatures of darkness, down you go."

"From my power all arise, to this world become alive."

"From stone take shape, from vapor form."

"Into this world whence you are born."

"By the power I decree, the art of greatest sorcery."

"I command and I decree-"

"Arise in the name of Heresy!!!!"

The light from her hands dispersed and the storm swelled into a squall that thundered and electrified wildly. The green lighting was everywhere, sparking and connecting like a gigantic sphere of blinding green energy, until it at last connected.

The six markers on the ground were absorbed in enormous bolts of green lighting, and soon the lightning began to crash onto the ground all over the Ring. And as Lucifer's golden light dispersed through the cloud....something softer came. Rain. Droplets of liquid gold that rained like sparks over the Ring of Heresy, soaking into the ground and absorbing, but raining down all the same in a golden shower.

CRACK!!

The ground rumbled. And a legion of hands broke from the rock.

The six offerings churned and boiled over as six figures rose from where originally there had only been heads. A demon with three canine heads rose and let out a long howl. Three sisters with wings and hair of flame burst in a burning arc and let out a high screech. A figure more ghostly than corporeal rose slow from his bowl and moaned, hair falling in clouds around his pale face. A siren gushed out of a fresh spring that bubbled up and sang out in a surprised aria. A golden skeleton with six arms rattled and groaned as he dripped in the golden rain.

And a giant that split the ground rose up....big enough to be a mountain. His wings spread large enough to blot out the sky, and his howl echoed through the Ring.

These six terrifying figures were not alone. More hands were breaking free of the earth. Stony creatures with big, batlike wings, and jeweled eyes, with small horns and tails that clawed out and burst from the primeval rock. Some of them had taken on the aspect of the stone whence they came, with marbled streaks, or portions of their bodies an exposed geodes. As if hewn from the rock itself, these fiendish demons rose in a frenzy of confusion and shock as they entered the world, fresh and new, with thoughts only just coming into their heads.

In time, all eyes cast upon the sky.

Vine hung above the realm of Heresy, looking down at her creations with a solemn gaze. It has come to this. She thought. Six guardians, and an army of six hundred and sixty-six thousand fiends. Ready to change the course of history...destined to avert disaster.

Her work had finally paid off.

".....now." She said to herself. "Now I may call upon him."