#I love this so much /gen

[delusional-cryptid]

hi remy :) you remember the post i reblogged from you about the piano :) ? i wrote a little something for you about it :)

He cannot scream. His mouth is sewn shut. He doesn't like to go through the house proper, lest Solomon catch sight of the boy he refuses to truly see.

He cannot play the other instruments. His fingers drip with weak sparks that fizzle out at once. His spectral hands phase through, and the sparks do not catch the wood. The only thing he can touch are the things made of silver, and Solomon makes sure to keep none of them within reach. (He will love running his ghostly fingers over the shoulders of a jacket, silver studding the black like stars, in the place of holding the hands of the person who wears it, but that will come later. In these moments, this wraith of a boy has very little hope for the future.)

He doesn't even know what would happen if he could play the other instruments, anyway. He doesn't know who else is trapped down with him in the basement, and he doesn't know what he'd say if he spoke through the threads to the woman in the fife. Surely nothing good. The entire interaction would make his situation doubtlessly worse, and any catharsis he might get would be muted by the immaterial stitches swallowing his screams.

It is fitting, perhaps, that the only instrument he can play is the one that he is tethered to. The wires circling his wrists lead him towards the ivory keys made with his bones, and they give way beneath his fingers. He cannot press them hard, just enough to make a whisper of a noise before his fingertips slip through. He plays the refrain of one of his old favorite songs. It has been so long, he can no longer remember the words, couldn't sing them even if he was able to speak. He has tried to scorch away the name that never belonged to him staring mockingly from above the keys, to rip out the gold inlay haunting him, but his sparks are too frail and dim, and gold is not silver.

(ad dolor puerum, aurum non est argentum. He can pretend, when his pale luminescence falls upon the lettering, but it will not change its composition.)

One day, when Solomon is gone, a group of thieves enter the house, and among other things, they haul away the piano. He does not know why they chose a grand piano, of all things to steal, but it is being stolen nonetheless. They put his piano inside a different house, one that is slowly decaying, and he fights and he rages and he aches to be given help, a release, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, but his presence only fills the people in the house with fear, and it drives them out once they figure out they cannot exorcise him without destroying the piano. He burns, wreathed in white fire before their eyes in a final desperate attempt, and they begin to pack up and leave. In his anger, his sparks grow brighter, and he drags his hands across the peeling wallpaper, scorching the words '𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰' over and over until a furrow in the wall appears, sunken and charred, and he is alone in the unfamiliar house. There was a reason he had learned to hide his emotions.

He waits, and he waits, until a new figure appears in the doorway, clawed and tall and glancing curiously with blank white eyes, until they see him, and immediately spread their claws defensively. Even as they lower their claws, seemingly transfixed, he remains on guard. When they lay eyes on the piano, however, they cry out and collapse, blank eyes closed. When they awake, he does his best to explain his predicament to them, trying to convey that the word mocking him from its perch above the keys is not his name at all, and that they should destroy the piano. They reach out to the keys, plinking out a refrain from a song he never got the chance to hear, a faraway look in their eyes. They focus back on him, and express apologies for disturbing him, and gladness to have come across him. They have not yet seen a single other soul on their travels. They attempt to cut the threads across his mouth with their black-tipped claw, and the spectral boy isn't sure how much more his emotions can take when it doesn't work. He mimes a request to destroy the piano, hoping that they're as strong as they look, and will be able to get rid of it easier than his dim sparks and shining hands. Despair rises as he thinks they will refuse, but, if his knees were corporeal, they would grow weak with relief when they agree to send him into nothingness.

The revenant sets the piano alight, and pain wracks his stolen, incorporeal bones as gold and red and, at last, hollow black fill his vision.

He awakens, feeling a tugging on his wrists. He is floating, as he usually does, above the ground. He is in a forest, and the wires flowing from his wrists trail from the revenant's pocket, where he knows a single piano key rests. The revenant does not seem to know he is there, and he isn't sure what to feel. He still exists, the pale-eyed revenant hadn't fully destroyed the piano like they had said they would, but, they seem nice. Kind. They had helped him, and he wasn't stuck in a house anymore. He is as free as he is likely to get anytime soon. And suddenly, the revenant is surprised by two creatures, antlered and hooved, and now their arm is halfway across the clearing, and they seem so small in the face of the things intent on ripping them apart at the seams. He cannot let this happen, for his own sake and theirs. He glows, rising behind them, wreathed in burning white that drives the creatures away. They are surprised and apologetic that they unknowingly kept him tethered to them, but he finds himself stopping them. He cannot see their face for all their long, matted hair, but he thinks he would like to. He would like to get to know this strange, wandering person further. Perhaps they can play a refrain together. The piano key's destruction will wait.

Percy Reed knows three things. The first is that his name is Percy Reed, no matter what a certain instrumentalist would say.

The second is that he is dead, but that he has found a person worth living for.

The third is that he is free, from the piano, from the name that was never his, from the man who once was called his father. He still cannot scream, but he has far less reasons to do so, as he grows to love running his fingers over silver studded like stars on the shoulders of a black jacket, and to love the person wearing it, whose hands he cannot yet hold.

Mx. Corvus this was absolutely world shattering tysm for gracing my inbox with this 🫶🫶 I love them so much it’s not even funny-

[lil-catty]

omg i love this with everything in my being this is so adorable <33333

[reasonsforhope]

Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."

Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.

These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!

Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!

Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.

So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.

[mipexch]

I WAS MADE FOR YOU // YOU WERE MADE FOR ME

[dapper-lil-arts]

You should read The Princess and the Peasant it's really good lol

[infizero-draws]

you have no idea how important this aspect of her character is to me

[medusas-daughter]

I wasn't sure about Jordan shifting to masc before kissing Marie (I've been burned by shows wanting to stick to heteronormativity so many times that I get defensive a bit too fast). But!! It just hit me, the scene when Jordan was asking Marie to tell the truth about how they fought Golden Boy. At first Jordan was confronting her in femme mode, but when they started pleading with her, no more anger or accusations just genuine earnest vulnerability, they shifted to masc. And the kiss scene same thing, when they were flirting/bantering, they were femme, but when it came to kissing her, taking a genuine risk, they shifted to masc. Considering that their masc form has the invulnerable power, that was Jordan bracing for rejection in their strongest form. Whenever they feel vulnerable, they shift to their strongest form. And after finding out in ep3 that they were amab, I now love that their masc form is when they have the invulnerable power. Their femme form is them coming out, and has the most outwardly power (those super badass waves they send out). And their masc form is the form in which they've had to be the strongest and brace against expectations and rejection so that's how their power manifested. It's so fascinating I love Jordan Li so much!

[synthbug]

First time drawing the sillies pleasce excuse the inconsistencies </3 ^_^

[sincerlyus]

Without text:

MORE BABBA REFERENCES, NOW FIDDLEAUTHOR!!!!!

[tomkittycat]

@radrazzledazzle @t4tskkism @starzzify @aredeemantagonist @juu-su @joannecallumbox @juniper-bunch @the-gayestidiot @that-one-greml1n @kimetsu-chan @silly-zai @haven-gum-rockrose @softmeetscreatureplz @exymybeloved @asters-tempo @weewooooweew @raeprise @creatorbiaze @crowpo @evvwenthome @sugarysakurakitty @loftedlow @utterlybrainwrecked @yoursminehourss @tainted-mutt @improcrasinatingrightnow @i-am-thoroughly-confused @hibiscuspearswithopaljuice @boyvains @galezellybelly

u are all so awesome sauce!!!!!!!! :D <33333

[luna-loveboop]

I find it funny that Wild, who has basically a couple years ish of full life experience, comes up with the most insane theories for everything

He assumed that the only other explanation to Four being able to split in Four was. That he was quadruplets who'd been hiding this whole time???

Also apparently he believed that his wolf companion Twilight in botw was a diety (and felt very uhh shocked upon finding out that he was not)

Malon made things worse, telling him about her aliens theory

What's even FUNNIER is that every time Wild expresses any sort of confusion at magic stuff that he's never seen before, everyone else in the chain acts like it's crazy for him to be weirded out by it

Honestly maybe Wild's the only one with his head on straight, rather than everyone else who are just like 'it's magic bro' like no he's right this is weird

I appreciate this because it's very considerate of the fact that he woke up with no memories not too long ago, so he doesn't have much experience to explain the stuff that's 'normal' for the chain. Plus the explanations he comes up with are funny.

:)

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Art and comic and adorable character by Jojo @linkeduniverse au :D

[fl00mie]

honestamente, no sé

to prevent confusions i'm giving credits of every fankid in order (starting with the tall one)

layden (fresh x ink fankid) by @/sugary-alienn dot (cross x ink fankid) by @/yo-honne abstract (reaper x ink fankid) by CATA-824 on wattpad gradient (error x ink fankid) by @/askcomboclub paper jam (error x ink fankid) by @/7goodangel palette (dream x ink fankid) by @/angeutblogo blueprint (swap x ink fankid) by @/pepper-mint aiden (zack x ink fankid) by ariscastleart

[applestruda]

[bynineb]

meganium + espeon

[mipexch]

i love animating these little freaks

[gaeagaea-art]

Caught staring~💕