XIII: DEATH

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Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

i know, i know

Can I please write a fic about this? (With credit, of course)

Here’s a concept: Natural-born avians don’t exist. 

All avians were born without wings or feathers or annoying birdbrain instincts. They all used to be human, or something similar. And then something happened that caused them to Fledge. 

All avians are connected to death, or chaos, or catastrophe. 

Philza is one of the greatest hardcore players ever. He’s so renowned that he claims the plainspeak name of the universe as his own: Philza Minecraft. (For someone so good at living, dying must have felt like the end of the world.)   He’s successfully courted Lady Death herself. His wings are the color of the dragons he’s fought over and over again, and the endless expanse of the void. His wings are the same shifting shades of inky darkness as the shimmering folds of Death’s dress. 

Grian is… a bit of an enigma. He vanished from his old server (he was kidnapped, or so the rumors say) and when he resurfaced it was with brightly-colored wings sprouting from his back. He doesn’t fear death (look at the games he plays) and he’s an agent of chaos. His feathers make sense, even if no one can pin down exactly when and why he Fledged. 

TommyInnit doesn’t have wings, not yet, but’s close. There’s feathers in his hair (white, for the innocence of youth long since stolen) and his dreams are filled with clouds and starlight. He has died and come back. He is at a tipping point. He might Fledge. He might not. Only time will tell. 

Scott Smajor is luckier than most, or else he’s something entirely new. How many people win a game of death and take snowy white owl’s wings as their prize? (Owls aren’t known for their loyalty. Perhaps they should be.) But that is another world, another time, and although Smajor has always been different, perhaps this is too different. 

Jimmy’s Fledging has been imminent for a long time now. He’s always at the forefront of disaster, an unwitting herald of swiftly approaching doom. One more world-ending disaster is all it takes, and the next time he awakes there’s golden feathers in his bed and wings the color of sunlight swelling beneath his skin. (Sing, poor canary, and don’t you dare stop.)

I love her more than any game character ever, Maria and Shadow are just everything in my eyes. Words can not express how much I love them and their dynamics.

Just they were literally made to save each other, and they just couldn't. That is what makes Maria and Shadow so special, at least to me.

god just. maria robotnik. youre a 13 year old girl and youre terminally ill and you know youre going to die and youre tired all the time and you just want to go home to earth (have you ever even been?) but suddenly you have this little baby brother and you love him but the doctors keep taking him away for tests and you dont get to see him all day and when he comes back hes scruffy and bruised and doesnt want to play or watch cartoons. but you love him so so much you make the decision to die at 13 years old to give him a chance to live. you put your baby brother in the escape pod and theres a soldier pointing a gun at you and you know youre going to die but its worth it if it means he can live. he's your baby brother and you love him so much that at 13 years old you choose to die so that he can live. just. maria robotnik.

very quick very messy sketch of an idea for penumbra shadow aka my dream sonic x shadow generations outcome. you go you funky alien boy you

"There's been a Wachowski protecting this town for more than 50 years!"

Tapestry of fate

Winners woven

Had to remake it because I genuinely forgot one of the original answers I wanted to put on here.

Please reblog for a larger spread!

And yes, I meant to add "Escape from the City" originally because that was the song that made me originally come up with this.

Hello hello! I was more than a little inspired by @lookinghalfacorpse‘s post about pinning butterflies. I had this image of Sam talking to someone about his new… “hobby” and the double meaning of it.

I'm planning out a Drifting Stars fic rn, so here's a snippet of the first chapter because I need to post something about this fic. This is a first draft so it may change but I'm pretty happy with it for now

Stanley watched, anger melting to fear as his twin brother began to float backwards, as if being pulled by some invisible hand towards the glowing machine

“Woah, woah, hey what’s going on? Stanford!”

He watched as his brothers face contorted into an expression of fear he had never seen on his face before. All those years, and Stanley had never seen his bother look so afraid. Not like this. Not even as a kid hiding himself from the other kids their age, as a teenager watching him out the window of a house no longer a home, not even just a few minutes prior, so overcome with paranoia that he would think Stanley would ever want to hurt him. No, Ford had never looked so scared in his life, and Stanley had never known a fear like this himself

“Stanley! Stanley, help me!”

“Help me!!”

His brother, his twin brother, was floating away too fast and too slow all at once. His brother, who had grown up with him, who had abandoned him, who had came to him for help when he didn’t know who else to trust, was floating backwards into an oblivion of light, and Stanley felt powerless to do anything

“Oh no, what do I do?”

“What do we do?”

“Stanley! Stanley!”

Ford was thrashing in the air, desperately trying to push himself forward, but to no avail. He kept drifting backwards, and now he was beginning to submerge into the portal, the light around him rippling like he was being lowered into a pool

“Do something!”

“We gotta do something!”

Stan looked around for something, anything that he could use. A rope, a pole, something for Ford to hold onto, to keep him out of whatever hell was on the other side of the portal, but there was nothing he could use. And his brother continued to drift backwards, slowly being consumed by swirling blue light

“Stanley!”

“Grunkle Stan!”

Stan looked at his great-niece, his sweet great-niece who wore hand-made sweaters, and knitted him “Our Hero” banners, who named a pig Waddles and was so excited to start highschool, and he saw the same fear in her eyes as his brother all those years ago

He was held back by more than his own uselessness this time, gravity crushing him into the pipe behind him, keeping him in place, keeping him from running forward, from shutting down the damn portal, keeping him from saving another piece of his world pulled into the unknown back by the same cruel hand that had held his brother

“Grunkle Stan, how do we stop it? How do we save her?” Dippers voice was so far away yet so clear, and yet Stan couldn’t say a word

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen

She was just a kid

It was like 30 years had never passed, and he was still the same piece of shit who couldn’t protect his family

She was looking straight at him, and the look on her face would be burnt into his mind for the rest of this life. Begging him to do something, anything, to help her somehow

“Mabel, grab something! Anything!”

But he couldn’t

“I can’t!”

Goddamn it, he couldn’t do anything

“We gotta shut it down, we gotta shut it down!!”

Curse this stupid gravity, he had to help her!

“I can’t move, dude!”

He couldn’t take losing one more person

“Help me!!”

Not her, please god not her

“Mabel!”

No, no, no!!

“Dipper!!”

Blinding light. Complete silence.

Then everything came crashing down at once. And Mabel was gone