#that is *not* a good name for it smh)

[miusato]

Drawing them like this feels so so wronggggg

[whereistim]

Blood son privilege is having big roles in the DCAU I guess…

This isn’t even including the teen titans films

[m1d-45]

You know, I've been thinking. The stars in our world often look quite dim, especially in areas where there is light pollution. Suddenly, I'm imagining that in the Imposter!AU, the Creator looks at the stars at night, captivated by their brilliance. Perhaps Scaramouche or Mona (Whichever you prefer, you may also just write another character you think fits this scenario :D) find them. The Creator looks at them, then back at the stars.

"They're very lovely, you know? The stars never shine this brightly back home. It's a lovely sight..."

They smile. "I'm happy that I'm able to see them, even if it's in another world. I appreciate you letting me look at them before I die."

Perhaps the character takes pause... And sits next to them.

It's a lovely night.

in the stars

word count: ~1k

-> warnings: violence, blood, both of those in your future so technically you’re not hurt yet, not written for mona mains, sorry, didn’t work with the plot :/ also diona/klee/qiqi/nahida/sayu mains are on thin ice with this one. questionable plot. barely edited.

-> lowercase intended

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie

< masterlist >

the stars never lie.

mona clutches her catalyst to her chest, wide eyes turned to the sky. she whispers to them, hoping they’ll change, shift into something she’ll understand, anything.

they don’t.

her head lowers, inspecting the book. thrilling tales, the spine reads, the cover a simplified dragon with a sword through it. she tries to read into it, to try and pick apart the motives behind the weapon, but all it returns is a simple needlepoint.

a compass. one she’d followed ever since she caved into the pull on her catalyst, one she’d followed out of the city at dusk and into the plains, hiking up starsnatch cliff at its behest. her twin tails had lost some of their curl on the journey, her hat flopping sadly. it was late, later than she’d normally be awake, and she stumbled once on a rock before quickly catching herself, checking to make sure you hadn’t moved.

you, sat at the peak of the cliff. you, surrounded by cecelias, face turned to the stars. you, who turned at her short cry.

“are you alright?”

she couldn’t bring her hands to shift her catalyst into its attack position. her hands, free from their usual gloves, dug into the cover of the book, shaking both with the chill of night and with… she couldn’t tell, couldn’t pin whether it was fear or nervousness, or something else that blurred the line between panic and excitement.

“just fine, thank you.”

her voice was harsher than it should have been. she could tell you were being genuine, the way the water in the air shaped around you like it wanted to cling made that clear enough, the stars shining down on you as if you were the only being on the planet.

the stars never lie. so why were they saying you meant no harm?

you turned back to the stars, your hands shifting back to weave into the grass between the cecelias.

"they’re very lovely tonight. the stars, i mean. they never shine this brightly back home….” against her better judgement, mona glanced up. the sky was particularly clear, constellations shining down unhindered. “it’s a beautiful sight.”

orders from the knights echoed in mona’s head, orders extended from a god she’d never met. she knew the knights wholeheartedly meant what they said, truly believing the words they were told, but you…

hesitantly, she brought her hand in a circle in front of her, scrying for your constellation. you didn’t have one, unsurprisingly, and she relaxed slightly in the knowledge that you didn’t have a vision.. still, there was something strange about the empty space where yours would have been. swapping the sigils and rotating the outer edge, mona decided to read your future.

all the air was sucked from her lungs, the images depicted in the water making her mouth dry. the water warped and bubbled a dark color, as if it itself hated to show what it did.

you were on your knees, tight steel chains wrapped around you and latched onto hooks in whatever you were sitting on. in front of you stood the favored, the creator’s most prized, their weapon drawn. their form was taught with anger, nearly seething. it was strange, so uncharacteristic that it froze the astrologist in place for a moment.

no matter how fiery the disposition, vessels of yours were calmer after being wished upon, heart stiller for being by your side. they, the most prominent on your team of them all, should be at most handling such a severe situation with a tick in their jaw and quiet fury in their eyes, not…

she watched with sick horror as the favored attacks once, your chest caving once, twice with hitched attempts at breathing before you slumped over, blood trickling from your neck. the favored stepped back, weapon dismissed, and mona closed the illusion before it played any further. she hadn’t meant to look all the way to your death, only a few-

…only a few hours.

her hands shake where they’re still clasped in front of her, the remains of her scrying circle swirling in her palms. you didn’t even have a day.

she let the water fall, sending it towards the cecelias around you, willing them to stand brighter as she approached. she couldn’t bring herself to summon her catalyst, not now that she knew what your fate held.

the grass was damp beneath her, seeping slightly into her nightclothes. you didn’t say anything, simply passing her a flower that you had been twirling in your palms. she willed it to heal, restored the color to its petals and the strength to its stem, then passed it back. she had no use for it, not when you…

you chuckled as you took it, staring down at it for a moment before turning skyward once more. mona followed your eyes up, spotting a well known constellation directly above you. nearly perfectly straight up, glowing like a beacon, was the constellation of the favored, six stars making themselves prominent against the dotted sea of night.

“beautiful, isn’t it?”

she swallowed, eyes flicking down to you. you were still watching the stars, probably tracing the shape of the constellation above you. unknowing of what it spelled for your fate, unknowing of the warning written above you.

mona settled into the grass a little more, taking her hat off her head so it wouldn’t fall when she looked up again.

“indeed, it is.”

[clematys]

thanks for everything <3

[twin-chains]

Echoes of Wisdom art!

[sharowolet]

Please give me the courage to believe again, oh to overcome the lies to embrace you

Small comic, am trying some things out (sorry i do not comic well, i am learning ;m;)

The lyrics are from Brightest Star in the Sky” (夜空中最亮的星), thought the lyrics fit well with kimcom ;;

original artist —> YouTube link

acapella cover (that i personally really like) —> YouTube Link

[void-watcher-eldri]

Finding out how Harlan has so many middle names is really funny as a trans person. I was going to change my middle name to Kain. Then listening to Malevolent I just went "oh shit" and changed the spelling. Then it became my first name. I've been Kayne (I literally just decided it was my name WHEN ASKED FOR MY PREFERRED NAME MY FIRST DAY OF WORK) for 7 months now.

It gives me an opportunity to be REALLY funny with my choice of middle name. (/lighthearted joke. i'm not a stalker lmao)

[felixcosm]

Yes, I love the new WOE.BEGONE characters! Helen, Nobody and *looks at smudged handwriting* Stinky

[freaky-flawless]

Holt calls him "Neighthan Hot"

(ID in Alt)

[bluebellhairpin]

Stuck between laughing my ass off and banging my head against the wall bc. How does my aunt not realize she's being scammed.

[m3llowm1sh]

guys holy shit i predicted melodie................

[w1lmutt]

Take that might send me to the shadow realm but uhhhh

Runaway kid/the runaway/Rk >>> seven

🏃

[thatstaroneanon]

Little thing I wrote about Dizzy's time after the tapes but before the anon shared space (aka their time in space ) ft. A guest appearance of o!Smajor and o!Sparklez

Disclaimer: I am NOT a writer in any way

It always started with the tapes didn't it? One moment they were in a cabin they found in the woods, watching old tapes they found, next thing he knows he was in the middle of space...

They found that his previously short brown hair turned red and fluid like??? When star passed stars hand in their hair he saw some pieces of it detaching and floating upwards in droplets (or what he assumed was upwards, he was floating too after all). This... was weird....

Well, this could be worse... somehow surely... their surroundings were empty, filled with only a red galaxy, close to their new hair. Not a soul could be found in the space... welp, no interaction soon...

After trying in vain to remember their past, a vague memory of a friend but no memory of the rest of their life... did star have a family? Friends? Hobbies? Their studies? All hazy. He didn't even remember his name!

...

In the next event that happened (well, there were two starbornes passing around for a bit a while ago but that hardly counted), had it been days? Months? Years since he arrived? He already was barely human anymore, ears and new tail having appeared or changed during their stay. After checking his star for quite a while, he received a new transmission, one of characters he had already seen but somehow younger, before whatever happened in what he knew, maybe end could help them avoid that end! He decided to send in some help, making himself seem as a longtime viewer of Showfall. It went well, he was heard!

Soon after a door opened. That was new? He had no reason to trust it wouldn't lead it somewhere worse than the he'll that was his galaxy... but he couldn't risk it disappearing and leaving his stuck here again after leaving this fragment of hope of any other event...

He gathered his courage and turned the doorknob.

[kuruna]

the thing that is most interesting to me about AZ pkmn is that, despite having been famed as king for making inventions that unifed Kalos, he's truly, fundamentally, a very selfish person 😭though i imagine it evolved from a very deep loneliness, it is selfishness that would drive someone to commit such great sacrifices to bring a pokemon back to life (especially when it's something Floette would absolutely not want, especially if the cost of that action is massive...). It is selfishness that made it so he couldn't understand at the time why Floette left him when she learned what had happened. Why she felt such compassion for a world that killed her... AZ's selfishness is both caused and justified by his loneliness, but also a sort of stubbornness. AZ believed his friendship/familial relationship with Floette was completely unique! Which wouldn't be bad in and of itself... but this was to a point where AZ couldn't fathom someone else caring for a Pokemon in the way he did, where he thought of himself as being completely alone in his grief. It's an alienating feeling! This thought process was enabled by the world around him too; it is easy to imagine an Ancient Kalos that saw pkmn more as tools than companions, especially with their involvement during times of war.

After 3,000 years, of course, he's had times to reflect on this and realize just How wrong he was... he's seen the world grow and change, and how the relationships between people and the creatures they share their world with have changed too.

slightly related to this: i think when az ended up in hoenn it was a huge culture shock thing for him 😭 bc the people in hoenn (and likely surrounding regions) were already living in harmony with pkmn in a way people in kalos and galar (probably paldea too but i haven't played that one) just weren't.

[iceeericeee]

I wonder how many tags i can add on to this

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads // twitter thread

The Immeasurable Depth of You

a 15yo girl is sent to live with her father on a houseboat in Florida with no internet for the summer because her mum’s worried about her mental health

she meets a mysterious girl in the bayou & they become friends - and when she finds out the girl died 5 years ago she’s convinced it was murder and that she has to find the killer

anxiety & mental health, hurricane season, bi MC