#what happens at sunrise?

[dear-nyu]

I am so normal about Blood and Whiskey again,, because!!! Guinevere you're my stars, Arthur you're my night!! Lancelot you can't just,, aaah??? Like.

If there's no Stars, It's just dark.

If there's no Night, It's just bright.

You needed both for it to be beautiful, and you need both for the Maybe, Just This Once, there could be a Happy Ending

It only makes sense when it's them three!!!!!

[magnusbae]

“ I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets. Scorched to the root. ” –Sylvia Plath

[emberglowfox]

There is an outfit you'll get in the main quest line, you'll know it when you see it, where Link basically has a crop top. Please, I wanna see you draw him in the outfit.

i assume u mean the charged outfit, which i did finally get ! i like it a lot it's fun

[galarfiend]

visiting laventon

[pixxyofice]

ever think about how the last thing grovyle says to hero is kind of the thing hero tells to partner.

it hurts to say goodbye. keep going. it's up to you, now.

[pochapal]

super important question. two obvious guesses are either midnight or sunrise

[starrybluez]

Duran Duran - 2000's

[imekitty]

I had a nightmare early this morning where it started raining knives. Like it started out with just one knife and then a couple more and then suddenly a downpour of knives just falling from the sky at such speed that they stuck in the ground. And everyone was trying to get inside this building but the people that couldn't get in were just torn to shreds by these raining knives.

And in my dream I was like "wow if I were Danny Phantom I could just turn intangible and not worry about this."

Like here I was having this bad dream and I still had fandom brain.

[frozenhi-chews]

Adding Fireflies to the Starcake playlist

[lesbiansanemi]

I have been working on a big full edit of last sunrise and I finally finished it up which feels very nice and hopefully the fic now has significantly less typos and awkward/clunky sentences, I think I might have finally caught them all

[1989tv]

as a 25 yr old it’s my birthright to have someone to text my random little thoughts throughout the day to

[oatbugs]

anyway this upcoming trip w my gf. will decide a lot i think

[risingsunresistance]

if you haven't used skycrypt but wanna participate just for fun, the website is here and the themes are in the top-right corner. if you're on a phone and dont see the themes option, turn your phone sideways :]

and if you have multiple just pick one of them :0

[mortiferumsomnum]

the magic hour is now (you cannot slow it down)

THIS POST JUST--- I have so many feelings *sobs*

@annoyed-at-things please have his little drabble of mine. I didn’t use your whole prompt because I focused mostly on Tim (the magic hit only him), ehe~

***

Tim felt like he was floating, as if he was sinking slowly under water, drowning. He couldn’t breathe, his vision was blurry, and all sounds around him were muffled.

His limbs felt too heavy, felt too hot and cold at the same time as he reached up for--- something. someone.

He thinks he’s calling for... Damian? Is Damian around here? 

Damian, are you here? Where are you? Damian?

Warmth. There is warmth covering the hand he reached with. He could feel pressure, feel it being squeezed. It felt nice. Comforting. If this is how warm Damian’s hands were, Damian should hold hands with people more often.

He closes his eyes. The muffled sounds around him grew louder, but Tim couldn’t bring himself to open them anymore. He felt comforted and safe. He felt warm and sleepy. 

Soon, Tim felt nothing.

***

Damian had attended many funerals in his life. However, he was used to bodies being cremated and stored in urns before being buried in the dirt. It was interesting looking at a coffin. The last time he’s seen one was when his father was temporarily dead. 

However, compared to that experience where he felt only a small sense of remorse and indifference, seeing Timothy in a coffin had hit different.

Timothy is usually pale, even as he goes out to spend time with Conner or his love Bernard. Now, where Timothy lay, he looked paler. The make-up fails to hide the bluish tint of his lips and around his cheeks. 

Damian looks away from the smile that never left Timothy’s face as he... passed. He already knew what it looks like, even if his memory of his smile had blood coating Timothy’s face as he squeezed Damian’s hand back, whispering about how Damian was... warm. 

He couldn’t believe Timothy thought he was, because Damian felt ice-cold as he held his hand and demanded that he stayed awake. His whole body felt frozen stiff as he watched Jon keep pressure on Timothy’s wounds. But Timothy had--

He had too many deep scars. Scars that Damian didn’t know existed.

The scar on Timothy’s neck hadn’t really healed, covered by plaster. Even as Timothy laid in his coffin, there was plaster covering his neck. There were more on his body, but deeper on his abdomen. Blood was gushing from two vital places, and Damian and Jon tried their best to staunch the bleeding while waiting for help, for Batman, to arrive.

The magician that casted the spell

Timothy wasn’t even calling for Batman. He sent a signal, yes. But he wasn’t calling for Batman.

Dami’n, ‘re you... ‘ere?

Someone was hugging Damian now, but Damian didn’t care. His body still felt cold despite the arm tugging him close to someone’s chest. There was a deep scent of sweat, hay and lavender - Richard. Timothy had always said that he never stopped smelling like a circus, trying to cover it up with some cologne that Barbara got him.

He was brought to sit down, far away from where he could see Timothy’s face. Not that he could see him anymore, Jason was now standing where Damian was, peering over Timothy with a blank face and a white-knuckle grip on his coffin.

He wondered what Jason might be thinking, if he was remembering the moments before he died. Timothy said that Jason died trying to call for Batman, trying to escape only to accept that he wouldn’t be making it out alive.

Timothy didn’t call for Batman. He didn’t even look like he knew he was dying.

Wh’re ‘re you?

“Are you okay, Damian?”

Was he okay? Richard’s soft voice called for him once again, but Damian couldn’t bare to look up to his eldest brother, his father figure and mentor. Damian found it slightly hilarious that Richard was comforting him right now when he knew that out of all the brothers, Richard must be feeling the most guilt. He was not there when Jason died, and he was not there when Timothy died.

Damian only relaxed into Richard’s chest, burying his face into his clothes.

...Damian?

“I was there,” he whispered. He felt a hand stop rubbing his back. He didn’t even know when that started, but the hand stayed paused in the middle.

“I... Jon and I... we tried stopping the bleeding...”

Damian’s whole body was back to being cold, and the warm hand felt scorching where it laid. “But Timothy was calling for me and...”

He looked at his hands. They were no longer red. They were cleaned of blood, but the warm and wet feeling still felt fresh in his mind.

“He said I was warm.” Warm like his blood-soaked fingers, like the blood pooling out of Timothy’s body nonstop. “I held his hand and he said I was warm.”

He wasn’t crying. He wasn’t.

But he knew Richard was, from the way he seemed to be heaving and clutching Damian tighter.

“Did he call for anyone?” Richard asked. 

Damian nodded, breath hitching and finally acknowledging that maybe, just maybe, he was crying.

“He called for me,” he said.

Richard kissed his head. “And you were there.”

Damian nodded. “I was there.”

[dromaeo-sauridae]

people who followed me for the mcyt stuff: oh hey that looks familiar

[burninblood]

this has one of the best bits around 7:13 ... Go look at that!!! Also I crack up laughing at all Bucky’s random outfits, lol, so great!