#More than a millennium

[kettlefire]

Time forgets most (DPxDC)

I've been getting too many brain worms that I need to clear out the cramp space that is my idea vault. In doing so, I'm just posting off-handed, random things I've typed up at work. (Partly so my drafts don't just end up like my vault). Without further ado, a much too too long post

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The movement of time is a much too complex thing for many to understand. The knowledge that time was not perfectly linear. The past did not simply stay in the past. The future is not simply something to look forward to. The present is not simply a fleeting moment.

Time is a complex web. Every point in time, connected to another point in time. A never-ending mess of webs and connections. Things that are to be. Things that can be. Things that are being. Things that will never see the light of day in this universe.

Despite what some may want to believe, Time has no master. Time does not yield to any singular being. That did not mean that Time didn't need a helping hand. A guiding hand to help keep the chaos of time to something just a little more... fluid.

The being came to exist well before the universe had. The being was festered, taught, and nurtured in a small pocket dimension. A small space just like an incubator.

Until the world blossomed around it. Life started to grow. Time kept moving. Living organisms found untimely deaths. Evolved, learned, and grew into the new space around it.

When the first little creature crawled out of the water, Time's keeper was let free. A bumbling little thing, breaming with life and curiosity.

Just like everything else in the world, this keeper wasn't safe from time. It still moved. Brought forth problems and adventures.

As time continued to tick. Moving in every direction, the keeper continued to age. Unlike the rest of the universe, the keeper didn't age the same as others.

Some days, he was nothing but a small boy, frolicking in a field of flowers and bees. Other days, he was a strong middle-aged man. Pulling the strings in just the right way, pushing for a timeline that felt right.

On days that have been happening much more often. He was but a crippled old man, hunched over his staff, and dropping much needed wisdom on the young lives around him.

Being the keeper of time wasn't an easy feat. Being completely out of time, experiencing things in broken order. There was only a clear start, and a jumble of things that followed.

The keeper was content with his life. Watching over the world as it grew and blossomed. He was content with his special kind of solitude.

That was until he saw the boy. In the webs of moments, the keeper's gaze had found him. A boy much too young, suddenly with powers much too great thrusted upon him.

The keeper watched the scenes play out. The tears, laughter, humiliation, triumph, and pain. He watched as the boy's family was ripped from him. Watched the twisted attempt at fixing his life, only for it to go horribly wrong.

He watched the bloodshed and chaos that erupted. The lives ripped apart and destroyed. Not a single sign of life left behind.

Then he watched as the boy, no, not a boy anymore. The keeper watched as the monster tore through the fabric of time. Ripped its way through the thin veils that divided the universes.

Universes that had never known the boy's existence were torn to shreds to. A flight driven with pain and anger.

Despite the keeper having seen the boy turn into such a monster. He could see it in the beast's eyes. The deep-seated need for a family, a life. To be loved.

Something about the boy's life, his story, spoke to the keeper. He found himself reaching out into the web of lives and moments. Finding the moment when things went the most wrong for the boy.

Just like that, the keeper had inserted himself into a life. He pulled the boy out of the cruel stream of time. Filled the boy with the knowledge he needed. Let the boy see just what could happen if he let it.

The keeper of time was soon a simple mentor. A simple deity looking out for the world. Taking on the mantel of Clockwork and finding a new purpose for his life.

A young boy's life has been flipped upside down two times now. And there were certainly more to come. This time, the boy wasn't alone. He had a guiding hand, and a communtiy behind him.

The keeper, no, Clockwork watched with a strange pride and happiness he hadn't felt in a long time. The boy was quickly surrounded by a family that helped him navigate his new powers.

Clockwork, alongside many of the other ghostly beings, watched on with pride as the young boy grew into a strong young man. Mastering powers, taking a stand, and making their home safe.

Despite the best efforts, time always beings problems.

It was one thing for Clockwork. He was the keeper of time. His life has reason to exist as long as time exists. Which will always be. His purpose was infinite.

But this boy... Danny wasn't like Clockwork. He was still partially human and terrified of losing his humanity. Danny's story had to come to an end, it's how time works.

Except, Danny wasn't in the timeline anymore. Clockwork had ensured that, pulled Danny into a separate timeline. An unaccounted for timeline.

He couldn't live here forever, not the way that Clockwork could. Danny needs a life, a family, a place, a purpose. He was still human.

It took more effort than Clockwork would have liked. He had to cash in favors from other deities that he hadn't spoken to in centuries.

It took a combined effort of everyone who cared for the little halfa. The strange boy that teeter on the line between life and death. The boy who had freed the Zone from a tyrant. Who wanted nothing more than for everyone to live a happy and filled life/afterlife.

Getting the magic and spells right was the hard part. But finding the location was easy. A beautiful planet just on the edge of the Milky Way. Unlikely to be disturbed or hurt.

The planet was undiscovered, primative even. Far enough from humans that Clockwork was certain Danny wouldn't be bothered. Only one species lived on that planet. Along the jungle like fauna, and in the water.

Cute little guys, barely bigger than two feet long and one foot tall. There was no name, no knowledge about them. Aside from Clockwork analyzing their way of life.

A simple cycle. They were born, they aged, they played, fed, mated, and then died. A simple but content life.

The aliens weren't unsettling. At least not to anyone who has seen more creatures than what Earth has to offer. It is a strange combination between frog, fish, and squid.

Scurrying around on two legs and four tentacles. A small frog-like face with eyes that seemed to take up half that space. Colors vary from blues to greens to the same sandy brown found at the bottom of the lakes.

Before long, the planet had its own protector. A young boy who once was lost and alone seemed to meld perfectly with these aliens.

Clockwork was always sure of himself. He never let anyone see otherwise. Except, Clockwork hadn't been sure. Not when he had performed the ritual.

As he molded and changed Danny's DNA until the man was a new being entirely. To anyone who didn't know the full story, the boy could easily look related to the aliens.

Gills now painted the sides of his neck, not necessary, but Clockwork felt like it had been. Webbed hands and feet to make transversing the underwater caves even easier. An ethereal, almost siren-like touch to Danny.

It worked out perfectly. Danny settled in easily. Building a routine and bound with the aliens. It hadn't been hard for the little creature to take a liking to him.

Before long, it was routine. Danny would spend most of his time on the planet, watching over his new wards. On some days, he'd portal back to the zone. Spend time with the ghosts and deities that saved his life. To check in on the new govermental system that had been put in place.

It was perfect. Simple and nice. Everyone got complacent. The longer time went on without a hiccup or a problem. The longer Danny was able to rest in his odd solitude. The more people got comfortable.

The more they forgot that time was as cruel as it was forgiving.

It had been just another day cycle. Danny was playing with the most recent litter birth. The first time he had seen the birth, he was more disgusted than anything else.

After the third time, Danny had started getting excited. He looked forward to it. Loved seeing the aliens flourish and grow. Watching them thrive and find more fun in the things Danny creates. Every new fun game or obstacle was always made with the things natural to the planet. Or debris that was caught in its gravitational pull.

Danny was playing with Plop. The little guy got his name, and he always plopped out of the water. Unlike the other aliens, this one didn't crawl out. No, he'd pull himself out of the water with his tentacles, only to plop down on the ground.

Of course, Plop had also been the first alien to approach Danny when he arrived. It's how they formed such a strong bond.

Everything had seemed perfectly fine. The day was rolling along just like it always did. That was until a small group of the more elder aliens suddenly came scurrying into their main cave.

They hadn't waited a second before diving into the water. Danny watched, confused and concerned, as each one of them grabbed one of the young. Before shooting straight into the underwater cave system.

The once bustling and living cave was suddenly eerily quiet and void of any aliens. Leaving behind only the confused Danny in the pool.

At least that's what a certain Green Lantern saw when he followed the trail of retreating aliens.

This planet had been categorized to have no signs of intelligent life. It seemed to have the option to nurture life, but there had been no signs.

When Hal Jordan got word of a seeming spike of activity from the supposedly empty planet, he had added it to his rooster.

A quick peek, just a look into what kind of life might be starting to grow there. The little aliens he had seen were adorable, sure. But they didn't seem all that evolved. Still in their evolutionary journey.

That was until Hal saw him.

Now, Hal was no stranger to running into ethereal beauty. It's what happens when someone interacts with aliens on a basic daily. That was something he was used to.

Except, all his breath seemed to be knocked out of him completely. The cave alone was stunning, a stark contrast from the almost barren surface he had first seen.

A deep, shimmering blue pool that vanished into the rocky space around it. Trees, bushes, and flowers decorate the area. It looked almost too good to be true. Like an oasis in the middle of a desert.

Then there was the being that caught all of Hal's attention. Bright blue eyes that looked like gems, pale blue-tinged skin. Long black and white hair seemed to look almost like the night sky. A deep abyss littered with stars.

The closest thing that Hal's brain supplied was a siren. A beautiful, ethereal creature that lured men to their deaths. As beautiful as it seemed, Hal knew there could easily be danger.

Except, the creature didn't attack or threaten him.

Instead, he seemed almost shy. Mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, sharp deadly teeth flashing in the light with each motion.

Hal had just opened his mouth, taken a hesitant step forward. He wanted to know, and he needed to know how this happened. There wasn't supposed to be an intelligent, sophisticated life on this planet.

The moment Hal's lips parted, the creature let out a trill. A sound that seemed more scared than aggressive. Before suddenly, the beautiful creature vanished into the pool.

Hal moved before he could think, rushing to the edge of the pool. He peered into the crystal clear water, just in time to take the webbed feet of the creature vanish into a tunnel.

Now that left Hal with two options. He could either report this and wait for backup...

Or...

Or...

He could jump inside. The ring would protect him, and his lungs would be fine. Perks of being a Green Lantern.

That option seemed much more tempting to Hal. Nothing about this scream an outright threat. He felt more like a strange imposing on someone's home. A home that was meant for safety and protection of the young.

Yet, the shimmering water seemed to be calling to Hal. Something in him was trying to push him to get inside. To find the beautiful creature and learn more. Learn how this happened.

Without realizing it, Hal Jordan sealed his fate the moment he dipped a finger into the cool pool. Rippling the steady surface just slightly.

Just enough to get him wrapped up in the strange web created by time and its keeper.

[nocturnalserenade]

my first entry for @senshixshitennouweeks!

Rei x Jadeite Week - day 1: Pride

For this first prompt I give you art and a headcanon to go with it!

So I think that in the Silver Millennium, Jadeite had a very hard time trying and getting closer to Mars. Even in the midst of all the plans and efforts to strengthen the bond between the Moon and the Earth, while the Moon people and the senshi were generally welcoming of the Earth people and doing their best to promote good relations between the two Kingdoms, Mars would mantain an unfriendly and detached attitude towards them. She would refuse to interact with them in any way except for the bare minimum courtesy, even in formal circumstances—she wouldn't accept a dance at a party, she wouldn't make small talk during meetings etc. Just to remind them that the favour and friendship that was being extended to them weren't to be taken for granted. So Jadeite had to think about something less conventional to approach her. Lucky for him he's the Knight of Perseverance (and bad ideas) so he wasn't going to give up easily! :D

She was the Princess of Mars, so her domain was battle and war. He thus started to boast about his exceptional and unmatched fighting techniques whenever she was close by. Making sure to be extra pompous about it. Being the prideful warrior that she was, of course she took the bait. She had to teach this arrogant man from Earth a lesson. So she challenges him to show her his supposedly amazing fighting prowess, planning to thoroughly humiliate him and put him back in his place. They start sparring occasionally, and he finds out that she is in fact much more inclined to communication and to physical proximity in a fighting context. She is not completely unapproachable anymore. So he obviously uses these opportunities to try to impress her (which mostly fails—he's the one more and more impressed) but most of all to at least start a conversation (even if it's mostly snarky little banters at first) and of course to be a little flirty now and then.✨

I was planning to make a second piece from a different perspective so that the pose and dynamics of the scene would be clearer but couldn't make it. I was never fully happy with it and I didn't want to waste any more time on it and decided to just post this and be done with it. ;_; I'll just link the music video I used for reference so you can check it out to have a better idea (the fighting sequence is at around 2:40)!

[biblenabading]

Mu Qing Happy Day!

A'xin wants a flower crown from Qing'er

[daily-keyboardsmasher]

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[p4nishers]

i just KNOW after the globe when aziraphale smiled at him like that and said "oh really?" with such delight crowley went home and screamed into his pillow for two hours straight

[bourbonesneat]

I love the Olympics. They aren’t perfect, and sports cannot and should not be the only way we bring the world together. But there’s something so heartening about the way sports do bring the world together.

I watch the Olympics, and I feel like maybe things can be better than they are. That we are stronger together than apart. The camaraderie between these athletes is so special. You watch hopes and dreams realized and crushed. But these competitors are there for each other.

Sometimes I don’t think the world can ever find common ground, but every couple of years, we do just that.

Thanks for the memories, Paris. Can’t wait for LA.

[kasparette]

Made some silly rainbow icons for whoever finds them! ^w^ (no credit needed lol)

Also posting a dark version :D

[scarceghost]

Before I forget to post

[lofi-hearts]

Having a birthday before 2000 but still being in your 20s really fucks you up when you see someone be over 20 but born this millennium.

[allottavabassa]

It's not the main focus of the series, but I really love when Sailor Moon is a story about the residents of the Silver Millennium in diaspora.

The inner senshi were all pretty young when the Moon Kingdom fell. They only remember pieces of it; they all think of Tokyo as their home.

But Luna and Artemis are from the older generation. They remember much more about living the Silver Millenium, and it's a larger part of their identity.

Luna, in particular, is very aware that she's one of the last people alive who remembers the Moon Kingdom's history. She takes responsibility for teaching what she knows to the kids.

[millesbianforce]

I need to lose like 25 to 30 pounds so I can ride millennium force regularly again

[magic-is-something-we-create]

very random but super curious about dawn now from your tags can u tell me more about her 👁️👁️

omg im SO upset i didnt see this before i left for camping because dawn is, much like the rest of the tms arc 2 crew, one of my most beloved blorbos in the entire ehlverse

ok so the tags being referenced are these:

#dawn <3 #shes sooo sun coded its not just her name #she also frequently enters blood frenzies triggered by her vampirism and also the fact that shes a loght mage #so her blood is like lava to her now that shes vampiric (from this post)

the tags say a lot of the big important things about her (aka she's a light mage who got infected with vampirism, so now her own inherent magic is a source of constant awful pain that gets exacerbated whenever she actively uses it) BUT another really important thing to know is that we first meet her from her own POV in the first interlude of Firebreathers

in which she finally exits the lethargic fever and toothache stage of the vampiric disease into the initial blood frenzy that solidifies her infection becoming permanent.

while out in the middle of the swamp in a canoe with her family.

who, during the frenzy, she hallucinates as monsters

:)

ALSO. she is our introduction to Veratrum, who up until that point we only know from a) vague references to isa, lakia, and emerald being her descendants and b) her statue in Unity Park next to those of Arthur and Tieling. and we don't meet dawn from an outside POV until a few chapters later, when the gang arrives to tal'ren to find her as lakia's favorite knight's new squire (effectively having taken lakia's spot as a squire) and thus a rivalry is started between the notorious hothead and the new quiet girl whose teeth have become crocodilian and whose eyes look like when you shine a light towards a dog in the dark <3

she's gonna be one of the main narrators in arc 2 of tms (alongside dusk + lakia) and her personal arc during that is going to center a lot on figuring out how she's going to deal with her pain, whether she specifically wants magic to keep existing if it hurts her and others so much, and spending a lot of time in the wilderness looking for answers that may not ever be found. and reconnecting with the others after several years apart when she's done with that :D

[thedevotionaltour]

everyone loves me for becoming a ballard enjoyer

[kandyrezi]

Tbf, I think the being alive for 500 years would have fucked Golem up as well. Imagine being born in 1522 and having to be alive now. Especially if you just lived in the middle of the woods away from everyone. Imagine accidentally stumbling into a city and witnessing, in the darkest hour of night, a light so blindingly bright you could mistake it for the dawn's rise. Imagine looking up, and seeing words so familiar and yet so different, surrounded by strangers speaking words unfamiliar, dressed in the garbs of royalty. Surrounded by a roar of noise unfamiliar, scents filling the air that are so alien to you, you'd be forgiven for thinking you'd found another world.

It isn't just that the people you knew are long gone, but the world as well. The old castles are fallen and ruins, the boundaries of kingdoms gone. The tongues spoken have faded into distant memory. Would you not as well cling to whatever relic of the past you could find? Cling to that which remained, that reminded you it was not all imagined? The last vestige of a home that no longer exists?

Anyway sorry I just love the whole 'immortality is a curse' thing, and I think it's a massively under explored thing in terms of just. What being alive that long does to someone. (Not to mention the crippling isolation and loneliness that comes with not just being the last person who knew that old world, but from being alone for 500 years! There is no one who can break that isolation now, no one who can free you. Of course you'd crave the last thing that remains of a world long gone.)

started off with goofy 'haha smeagol mercury poisoning' and turned into an analysis of being cursed with being unable to experience time or death without it driving you mad.

immaculate and a thoughtful thesis as usual, piralos! i'm blown away by the vivid imagery you get from this. (●ˇ∀ˇ●)

[zorua-adorable]

the desire to start a new playthrough of eo2u since it’s been a while & I never finished the story mode VS the desire to start a new playthrough of eou since it’s been a while & it’s the first of the two

AND

the desire to start a new playthrough of eou since it’s been a while & I miss the story mode gang VS the anger at eou only having one save file

[artificialllovers]

Thinking about how unnatural it is for lael to have magic powers… thinking about how bronwyn was the one who died and yet lael was the one who “came back wrong,” in a sense… thinking about how this is the one thing amaryllis will not be able to forgive him for 😵‍💫