we're not kids anymore.
if i look back, i am lost
Today's Document
η₯ζ₯ / Permanent Vacation
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Andulka
Jules of Nature
pixel skylines
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
oozey mess
Cosmic Funnies
NASA
izzy's playlists!
I'd rather be in outer space πΈ
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YOU ARE THE REASON
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
almost home
romaβ
sheepfilms
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@goldenbeastkeeper
βHeβs been making us just to kill us! Heβs been doing it for ages!β
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Indie Owl House Golden Guard OC
Written by Arrows
OC, AU, and crossover friendly
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Still getting used to Christmas
sentient weapons who break free and try to do the best they can for others with what theyβve been given <33
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I wanted to get a video of this ghost crab but every time I got close to their hole they scuttled back in, so I tried getting clever with it. I made a little sandcastle and shoved my phone into it, hit record, and walked away. Crab was VERY suspicious of this addition to their environment.
big fan of characters who look cool and tough and stoic but only because theyre internally thinking "fuckkk what do i say. how do i make friends. they didnt teach me how to do that in sword school."
characters raised to be tools
Weapons. Trained, tested, forged in steel and fire. Failure is an inevitability that ends in death. Pain should not be felt--it should be recognized, familiar, and inconsequential
Martyrs. In the form of servants and princes, of leaders and underdogs. If blood is necessary, the martyr will lift their hands and offer it all
Shields. Like tempering a sword, but only to bear and not to lash out. Wounds are medals--not symbols of pride, but symbols of worth. A pretty shield is useless; scars mean a job well done
Experiments. Raised on the cold comfort of a lab table. Restraints are only necessary when they're not in their right mind. Is it honorable, to be twisted beyond recognition? Or is it just a necessary evil?
Monsters. Cruelty, caution, and regarding one as a creature beyond reasonable thought is tempering in its own right. But if you keep a leash at the right length, perhaps the massecre won't reach you. One can hope.
Idols. Pretty face, pretty name, pretty hands around their shoulders and throat. There to seduce, manipulate, force any feeling to come to the surface and twist it to their favor. Any genuinity stays locked behind the guilded cage that surrounds their pretty little heart
Trophies. Status and wealth and the traditions that keep someone at their heels, on their knees, to display and serve and decorate one's ballroom.
Sacrifices. Drenched in honorable clothes, prepared and adored and cleansed. The gift of hope at the cost of one's life. Is it taken with no fight? How can you escape the ropes you were born in?
Common eider
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AF2025 attack #16
Valor for @wingedarrows
β embrace the forces that surround you . bend gravity and space. you are a child of the stars , shout what has been unsung β
looped by fuchs ( guidelines . about )
Send π to play with my muse's hair
Bonus points for more context, such as:
pat
braid
comb/brush
twirl a strand
put a flower crown on
comb fingers though it
kiss the top of the head
anything else you want, have fun
"valor" loop kneels before the boy while wearing their human disguise ( how odd to think of this appearance as a disguise when it has been their original one . but if they thought about that they might have to confront their emotions about that and stars, they were not ready ! ) .
"do you know that today is a special day? it's been about a year that I found you"
they rummage through their cloak, pulling out a knitted fire bee plush they had secretly been working on. "thank you for stumbling into my life"
"It is?" Oh! It is! Huh!
He gasped as the plush was presented to him and reached out to grab it, immediately hugging it to his chest with a giggle.
"Thank you!"
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β No, but... β He turned, gazing in the direction of the window. β some of my friends used to. And they'd get real upset about having to go to sleep, because that meant we couldn't play anymore that day. β He closed his eyes, form moving to sit upon the disc like a chair. β They were sad I didn't need to sleep, too, because for me it'd be way longer before we could play again. β
They faced Valor again, shrugging. β I napped when they slept, even though I didn't hafta, so that way, it was like no time passed at all when we woke up. It's like we were never apart! β
He eyed the sheet that covered his tablet more often than not, huffing. Realistically, this was necessary, even if he didn't like it... the way Titan babies hated going to bed at the end of the day, but... maybe... with any luck...
β If we get to see each other again someday, even if its not for a super duper long time, maybe it'll feel like our time apart was also just a looong dream. β Collector offered, not... one hundred percent believing it themself, but... he wanted it to be true. He wanted it more than anything.
β G-goodnighty night, Golden Guard, β They pretended like they didn't just choke on their words, glancing again at the sheet cover, β and don't let the bug demons bite. β
"Oh." Huh. Interesting.
"Maybe," he said softly. He doubted it would, but . . . Titan, he hoped he got to see them again for it to even be a possibility in the first place.
". . . Goodnight, Collector. Sleep well." He took a breath.
And he covered the Collector's disc with the blanket.
His hand lingered on the smooth stone beneath it for one second, two, three.
Then he pulled away, slipping his mask back on and jumping out the window. He caught himself on his staff as he ignored the way his vision blurred with tears and dove back down to the manor proper.
The Collector glanced down at the floor once more, letting it sink in, really sink in - that this was the last time they might ever see one another... not only for a long time, but maybe for all time.
His eyes drooped. Why was this so hard? He had seen people for the last time before - the Titans, his siblings... he didn't know it was a goodbye at those times, and he also knew it wasn't gonna be forever until he saw them again, but... maybe the fact he was aware this time around was what made it seem so, so superly unfair.
Whatever. They couldn't do anything about it. Not right now, not like... this.
They sighed, slipping on a calm, unbothered facade. β Yeah... I guess you're right, you should go, even if I reaaally don't want you to. 'Sokay, I'm up past my bedtime anyway. β They clapped soundlessly. β Where's my lil' disc blanket at? Collector needs a nap. β
"You have a bedtime?" Valor asked with a raised eyebrow, because focusing on that was better than focusing on the fact that they would probably never see each other again.
"Oh- Here." He picked the fabric up from where it had slipped onto the floor and stood.
This . . . this really was it, wasn't it?
He didn't want this to end.
