#glimpse into the past

[reining-disaster]

CHANGED or IMPRESSED

IMPRESSED:

He was seven years old... Or about that old. He couldn't quite remember as the memory played in his head. It was one of the rare occasions that the patriarch of the family was out and about. He was sometimes allowed out of the basement when the father of his siblings was gone. But only long enough to not go completely insane.

He ran up to his eldest brother and mother that day, who seemed to be having a chat about the business, though Rein can't recall what the discussion was about. Rein had been working on something for weeks and finally had the opportunity to show everyone what he could do, "Hi, Mama! Hi, Leon!" He bowed, poiltely, as he'd been taught. They both groaned in response, as if it were a chore to speak to him, but he didn't mind. He didn't know any different, really. He walked over to a chest in the room, waiting patiently for the conversation to end before he spoke, again.

"Mama-mama! I can do something! May-May-Maybe I can be-be a strong knight like-like Luroe!" Rein said excitedly, his mother quirking her brow and skeptically glancing in his direction. She got to her feet, eyes going wide as the small child picked up a chest that was even too big for her to lift.

"REINA-! PUT. IT. DOWN." She snapped, stomping her foot to the floor, startling him and making him stumble and drop it, putting a crack in their hardwood floor.

Time froze.

It was like a hush fell over the room, Rein looked frightened, little hands quivering before the order he knew was coming, exited his mother's lips, "Leon. Bring your unfortunate sister downstairs and make sure she understands what she's done wrong." Her voice was more calm than before, eyes closed, gently taking a seat.

The elf man nodded and grabbed his half sibling by his long hair, using it to yank him down the stairs. It was the last time he ever showed his mother anything, again. Rein was in pain for a week.

[dearlyfictitious2]

I've been thinking on this particular scene for a while, I thought it might be fun to post a draft of it here as a teaser of sorts.

Set in the past, before the death of Pallas.

A large group of mortals were circled around two combatants, one with a bronze spear and another with a sword. They weren't anyone of importance, but their brutality was enough to garner the attention of a pair of gods.

That is to say, at least one of them.

"This isn't what I'd consider 'worthy' enough to leave my comfortable realm."

"Tsch, if it wasn't for me you'd never leave the damn oceans. Put some sun on your back sometime would you?"

Prince Triton let out an airy laugh, "I don't suppose you'd ever care to repeat that in front of your brother Apollo, would you?" he mocked.

The other god gagged, "And let him lord it over me? No thanks." he grabbed a fistful of dates from a servant and popped one into his mouth. He glanced down from their lookout atop a cliff, "So, who's your money on?"

"You ask as if I care about the outcome."

"Come on!" the larger god threw his hands up in exasperation.

"If it doesn't concern itself with the oceans, then I have no interest."

"You gotta admit, that guy's technique with a spear is pretty impressive. I bet you're gonna try and replicate it as soon as you go back to Atlantis."

"Hmm, it seems I shall."

The other god watched as Triton tossed his long silky hair from his shoulders, it fell into place perfectly rearranged at the small of his back. Most spartan warriors grew their hair out long, but none came close in length to his companion. The Sea Prince had the longest hair of any male in their pantheon, it swayed gently in the wind as though it was still underwater. For a Son of Poseidon, he was on lankier side, but well built; it suited his stern but lovely countenance much more than the burly build that he sported.

Not that he'd tell Aphrodite, but he also had the longest lashes he'd ever seen on a deity.

Triton caught him staring and raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

"Ares, what are you thinking about now in that violence filled head of yours?"

"That you're kind of weird for our kind." the other War God answered honestly.

Triton let out a sharp huff, "As if that's something I haven't heard before." he reached for his servant's platter, grabbed an entire live crab, and ate it whole. Shell and all.

"Tri... that was disgusting."

Ares' disgust quickly morphed into amusement as Triton wiggled the still twitching crab claw from his mouth in place of his tongue.

Yeah.

They were pals...a long time ago.

[mirrorclans]

Moon 34 - Warm memories of a cold moon

[neonross]

ooo tag?

[equill]

The Warden

Panel: No escape.

Ok, now just some silly ideas to share (playing around with the au)

Comic 1: Invading dreams

Extra: no thanks.

Comic 2: Unwanted attention

[mydairpercabeth]

hoping I’ll find

a glimpse of us

[jojo-schmo]

[The Forgotten Land Roleswap: Chapter 2 49-50]

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[vaguely-concerned]

Merrill banters I am thinking about all the time always 24/7

merrill truly will incessantly worry she's stupid and missing the point all the time and then take you out with the most beautifully worded and compassionate breakdown of the thematic spine of DA2 you've ever heard. no actually daisy I think you're the only one getting the point here slowly but surely

especially this one, actually: (also why I could see how bioware would bring merrill into DA:D on solas' side, but also I really really don't want them to because her arc is just -- it's just incredible and I don't want them to mess with it lol)

'I don't think people are cleansed by fire'. people make mistakes and you have to believe in them anyway. yeah basically that's the thesis of dragon age huh

[rainedroptalks]

What is it with fantasy high and girls dying before their lives ever began. How we can never really know who they are, or who they could’ve been. Brennan Lee Mulligan I will find you

[veinsfullofstars]

💋 MetaDede Week 2024 Day 2: First Kiss 💋

(ID: Kirby series fanart of King Dedede and Meta Knight standing on a balcony - the latter on the railing - overlooking a late-evening sky, painted in the gold-pink-purple tones of sunset and speckled with stars high above. Turned to face his knight, DDD boldly takes his hand and plants a small kiss on the back of it, eyes shut and cheeks dusted in pink. MK looks up at his king with soft fondness, a hand over his heart, a blush of his own glowing through his mask. Above them against the starry sky, a low-opacity, sepia-toned memory can be seen. Meta - teenaged and maskless with nearly-grown wings, wearing plain steel pauldrons and white gloves; and DDD - teenaged and acne-plagued, wearing an oversized red-and-orange hoodie and a maroon beanie. In a fit of last-second courage, Meta grabs his friend by the front of his hoodie and yanks him down, shutting his eyes and blushing fiercely as he plants a hasty kiss - their first! - on his cheek. DDD leans over unsteadily on one foot, an arm thrown back for balance, his pimply face bright red, his eyes wide with surprise and touched with heart-shaped shines. END ID.)

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Started 08/05/24, finished 08/10/24. | Childhood Friends AU Masterpost

[exlimix1a]

Quick piece of @luluyamofficial 's character Lucelia + a 30 second speedpaint!

[wangxianficrecs]

A Glimpse of Past Glory by masked

🔒 A Glimpse of Past Glory

by masked (@hamburgergod)

T, 1k, Wangxian

Summary: The condition is that they can’t use their cultivation since the ghost was a non-cultivator and wants a normal sword duel. This was all fine and well until they realized that none of them could win against him, lasting no more than few blows before having their swords and dignity flung out of their hands. “It’d be easier to just eliminate him,” Lan Jingyi mutters. “Otherwise we’ll be here forever.” “Jingyi,” Lan Sizhui scolds. Lan Jingyi is right, of course, but the whole point of elimination is that it’s the absolute last resort. Although it’s not within their own ability to liberate this ghost, there’s… Lan Sizhui glances at Wei Wuxian, standing idly by while he picks at under his fingernails. - A glimpse of Wei Wuxian and the Gusu Lan disciples on a night-hunt. Kay's comments: Short and sweet, the juniors are getting a glimpse at Wei Wuxian's amazing swordfighting-skills and of course, Wangxian are working dilligently towards Wei Wuxian growing a new golden core. Excerpt: Finally, Lan Jingyi’s voice projects over all of them, asking the one big question on their combined minds. “Why did you ever stop using your sword?” he questions. “Demonic cultivation might be useful and convenient, but—but you’re so good! You’re obviously skilled with the sword! Not cultivating with it is such a waste!” Wei Wuxian raises his eyebrows. He opens his mouth, and everyone quietens to hear his response better. What was the real reason for Wei Wuxian to abandon the way of the sword and start the era of Yiling Laozu’s demonic cultivation when he was already so powerful? “I,” Wei Wuxian answers, “hate sweating.”

pov alternating, post-canon, established relationship, bamf wei wuxian, swordfighting, short & sweet, fluff, domestic fluff, slice of life

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[deliciouskeys]

They ask us, "How's it feel to be God's favorite?" I say, "We don't know, we've never known different" I'm seeing red, I'm seeing blood, I'm seeing visions I'm seeing something not too far off in the distance And the babies are dressed up in a big, big man suit Happy, happy people happy to ignore the issue And I know you don't wanna hear it, I know you don't wanna know So don't worry about it, all our names will be in the vote

--I Looked the Future in the Eyes, It's Mine by Sofia Isella

[formulaonedirection]

DTS After Hours with Lando

[tarczar]

objectum queen? taking this opportunity to tell you guys there's an audio drama story focused entirely on her and paracelsus ((slayer is also there <3)) also here's the english translation pdf

[bewuvved]

SAM BLACK WORLD STAR