#please it feels like an eternity

[dustofthedailylife]

The wait until patch day on Wednesday is becoming excruciating 💀 It feels like forever... just feel how I felt before Ayato's first banner as well.

Hurry up, hoyo! I did everything I wanted this patch, bring on Alhaitham already 😭

[heartorbit]

the sun and the mermaid

[cloudysarts]

this show would be good if literally everything about it was different

[wikitpowers]

who wants to cry with me?

it’s the “… it wasn’t that he couldn’t love anyone. it was that he couldn’t love me. and- and the- and- nobody else has, either. i wasn’t enough, to stop- i wasn’t enough. i’ve never been enough…” for me :’(

[kindahoping4forever]

Ashton performing with Eternity Speedway @ Desert 5 Spot LA - 11 April 2024

[swordbreakerz]

For a long time, we thought we were building mirrors. But now we know better: We were setting fires.

my secret samol for highwaygothic on twitter!

[cave-monkey]

Six Ears, and being left.

[tyranict]

Wait no, cause I just remembered how Sonic reacted to Shadow falling into the void. What is knowing Shadow fell into the ravine and is possibly dead going to do to him. WHAT IS HE GOING TO DO WHEN HE RELIZES HE LOST HIS LAST PIECE OF HOME. WHAT WILL HE DO TO NINE KNOWING HE IS THE ONE WHO DID THIS TO SHADOW. HELLO, HELLOOOO!!

THE SYMBOLS!! SONIC FLYING THROUGH CRACK IN THE SKY AND THE SHADOW FALLING INTO CRACK IN THE EARTH??? THE FREEDOM TO TRANSVERES THE SHATTERSPACES VS THE ENTRAPMENT OF THE SHATTERVERSE??? THE SHATTERVERSE BEING GORGEOUSLY LIT UP BY THE OTHER WORLDS SIGNIFYING SONIC HAVING SOMEWHERE TO GO AND PEOPLE TO HELP HIM VS THE RAVINE BEING DARK AND DESOLATE WHERE THERE IS NO WHERE TO GO, WHERE SHADOW IS ALONE WITH NO ONE TO HELP HIM. SYMBOLS, SYMBOLS EVERYWHERE!!!

[dragonsdomain]

You! Are! History!

I drew some of Pit's fabulous adorable poses from his battle cry in Chapter 5. I love him so much.

There were more, by the way, but I got tired after inking and coloring two. Have all five sketches under the cut:

[shibaraki]

idkidk it’s hard for me to sufficiently emphasise just how deeply plagiarism has affected me and the way I post. I think for anyone who has dealt with plagiarism or had their ideas lifted, there is a bit of a bruise that never really goes away? it can totally sap the joy out of not only writing but engaging in the community—having similar concepts is not a crime and can be a great way to connect with others. now it just makes me extremely wary and stirs up a lot of unpleasant feelings. I know it’s nice to have two cakes and you’ll all eat it happily but if the other person has used the exact same recipe I’m going to feel a bit shit. hell the other person might feel shit about it too idk 💀 this is poorly articulated ksksks

[wildbasil]

🐱! Also 🦐?

Boop!! 🐱💜

Oh, my friend….... You know exactly which character is giving me shrimp emotions right now (and always) haha

But specifically I've been thinking a lot about the invocation of Gwyn ap Nudd from Balliol College MS 239 (15th century) , which tells us that people armed with fire and iron would ask for the help of demons by calling out "Gwyn ap Nudd, you who are beyond in the forests, for the love of your lover let us come home." It's interesting that they appeal to his sense of love.

I'm thinking also about how Creiddylad is always a lover and never a wife.

[myreia]

And we're done!! ✨

i. the first ii. lion-hearted iii. need | want iv. broken | trust v. raison d'être vi. stay | follow vii. the last

This was such a fun challenge, thank you so much to everyone following along with me and my silly hyperfixation on these two non-functional fools.

Shout out to the ever-wonderful @tsunael for making the prompt list and letting me tag along with the shenanigans! It was a joy to see Tsuna's story come to life (and I love your writing so so much).

time to sleep forever and also write a thousand fics because I still have brainrot

[chenfordspiral]

I really need to adjust my sleeping schedule so I can watch 6x09 and 6x10 live the next two weeks cause I cannot oversleep an episode again. And I miss interacting and attempting to live blog, it just makes watching so much more fun. 🥹

[softquietsteadylove]

there can't be enough thenamesh reunion fics!

may i ask for more?

Gilgamesh yanked the Warrior back by the shoulder. She tried to regain her balance but he slammed his fist against her head, creating a gust strong enough to rattle the ship windows. She went down softly.

"Oi!" The Mind Reader was quick to respond to his fallen comrade. They all had a sense of togetherness that Gilgamesh admitted he found absent within his own team (himself, the Soaring Eternal and their Prime).

Ikaris took advantage of the team's sense of protectiveness. He grasped the Speedster's armour collar with his hand, using her as a shield against the puppeteer. He fired his eyes into the dark haired one's armour, sending him through the wall. Then, the Speedster was nothing but a burden.

Gilgamesh winced as she was thrown headfirst to the ground. Ikaris wasn't stronger than him - he knew that for a fact - but he certainly acted more brutally.

"Come on," he muttered in his accent, dragging the body of the Speedster behind him as he floated over to retrieve the Mind Reader as well.

Gilgamesh stared down at the Warrior Eternal. Her body was also limp, but he could feel the Cosmic Energy thrumming within her veins. He could practically feel the rhythm of her heart, if he let himself imagine it. He didn't know what made them so different, according to Arishem.

"You want a hand with 'er or what?" Ikaris snarled at him, piling both of his catches under his arms to bring back to Ajak at the helm of the ship. He was probably just going to sling her over his shoulder, or worse, drag her.

"Go ahead," Gilgamesh grumbled, kneeling down to her. She was his defeat, and his responsibility. Ikaris floated ahead, even banging the Mind Reader's head against the door frame in his lack of care.

Her face looked so peaceful.

Gilgamesh caught himself trying to move her hair away from her face before sighing. He slipped one hand under her arm and shoulders, and the other under her knees. She folded into his grasp so easily he wasn't sure if she weighed anything at all.

"Gil."

He stared down at her, ready for another fight if she was waking again. But as he drew his arms in, all she did was relax against him--him, the enemy. He couldn't imagine why.

But her head rolled to the side, and her tiara even met the cold, hard shell of his chest plate. And yet she had a little smile on her face, as if there were no place she would rather be. He adjusted her a little before making the trip to the head of the ship as well. He did have the courtesy not to smack her head against the door, at least.

She kept calling him Gil.

No one called him that. He didn't even think of himself like that. His name was Gilgamesh, and he was the Strongest Eternal, sent by Arishem to retrieve rogue Eternals who had been tainted by the Deviants of Earth. He had never met this woman before.

But his heart ached in his chest as he carried her.

He felt conflicted fighting her. He had felt awful knocking her out. And he had felt so protective at the thought of Ikaris laying a single hand on her.

"There he is."

Gilgamesh walked in with the Warrior Eternal in his arms. He held her gently, just briefly looking at the other two piled on the floor like litter.

"Well done," Ajak said, observing the difference in technique between him and Ikaris. She waved her glowing hands.

Gilgamesh stepped back slightly as the woman in his arms floated up out of his embrace and upright. The lines of her energy signature formed around her, creating a golden cage in a sense around her.

"These will hold them until we arrive at the World Forge," Ajak clarified as the three bodies floated to their places around the statue of Arishem.

Ikaris joined Ajak again at the front window, discussing their strategy. Those two seemed close but also at odds, in a weird way. Gilgamesh turned away from them, back to the blonde.

She was beautiful.

He wasn't a traitor just for thinking so. He walked closer, looking up at her floating just off the ground. The signature of her Cosmic Energy was weaker, but he could swear he still felt it calling out to him. It was like they were cut from the same cloth.

He reached up, tucking some hair behind her ear and out of his way. It felt familiar, in a terrifying way. Her eyes didn't even flutter. Not that he wanted her to wake up.

Gilgamesh looked back at his teammates, but they were whispering among themselves. They weren't any more concerned with him than he was about them. And that was just fine. They were a team, not some cobbled together family unit.

He looked up at her again. Thena. That name had been pulsing in his head since he saw her. He wasn't sure how; she was the Warrior Eternal, deadly and traitorous. That was all he knew about her. Except her name. And that she had a sweet sounding laugh. It echoed through memories he didn't have.

He hadn't even realised he was reaching up until his fingertips met her cheek. He didn't know what he was doing. He had no explanation for it to himself, much less to his team, let alone the woman herself. Her skin was soft.

It seemed impossible, but he could have sworn to all the stars in the sky that she leaned into his touch, however much she could. He didn't press his palm to her skin. That felt...wrong--like he had no right. Just looking at her felt like a betrayal of some kind. "Thena."

The Warrior's sandy coloured eyelashes fluttered. Maybe she was stronger than Ajak had assumed. She couldn't open her eyes, but he knew they were green (somehow). "Gil."

That name again. It made his whole body burn, like his chest was on fire. He stood back from the Warrior calling for him--someone. He didn't know who she was calling out to, but it wasn't really him.

"Gilgamesh."

He turned towards his Prime, and his fellow Eternal at the window. It seemed so cold over there. He nodded, walking over silently. Only when he was further away did he realise he had been holding the Warrior Eternal's hand.

"Are you prepared to hand them over?" Ajak asked.

He frowned, "why wouldn't I be?"

Ajak was silent, but Ikaris freely scoffed at him, "y'seem awfully soft on the traitor. There's no need for the gentleman routine with faulty scum."

Gilgamesh clenched his fists at his side, but he forced himself to remember his place. "I'm curious, but I'm not confused about the mission."

"Good," Ajak concluded, ending the conversation for both of them.

Ikaris let out one last laugh at him before floating off again. Did he have to fly everywhere just for the sake of it? He could walk just fine.

Gilgamesh tried not to seem like he was watching keenly as Ikaris walked by the prisoners again. Ikaris also looked up at the Warrior Eternal, and Gilgamesh tried not to yell at his teammate to keep his distance from her.

But Ikaris kept moving, and Gilgamesh wasn't eager to admit that his chest loosened. His eyes left the figure of Thena floating limply. He blinked, finding Ajak staring at him. "What?"

She looked back at the Warrior Eternal and then back to him. "You know her."

He shook his head. "We were briefed on all of them. She was a better fighter than I could have imagined. I think that deserves some respect."

Yes, he had respect for his fellow Fighter. She seemed very much his equal, all agility where he was sturdiness. He wanted her to be treated with respect and honour, just like any good warrior.

He wanted her to be handled so delicately a flower would weep with envy.

"I agree," Ajak sufficed to say. She gave him one last look before leaning closer, "keep your mission in mind, Gilgamesh. Whatever the traitors try to whisper in your ear...remember their deception."

"I will," he assured his team leader before she too departed. He stayed at the window, looking into the vast nothingness where eventually the World Forge would come into view. He looked over his shoulder.

It wouldn't be long until he could ask her why she called him Gil.

[tonariofjananda]

Quick tribute to my favorite but mostly forgotten form! All hail the small furry thing!

[sleeplesslionheart]

look, if a gal ain't excited upon learning that I'm a banjo player, then she ain't for me

my dream is for some beautiful woman to be like "I want you to play for me," and then absolutely losing her mind upon hearing/seeing how quick I can pick and imagining what else that wild manual dexterity can do for her

(so I gotta keep practicing for this dream to ever come true)