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#not a real constellation
shelternmberone · 27 days
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astra inclinant
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mugwot · 2 months
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funnyjokespunperson
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dreampearls · 1 year
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:-]
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lunarblazes · 2 years
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let's see how far we've come
literally everyone needs to go watch @chrisrin's animation for the hcs8 finale Right Now
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earthtooz · 11 months
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ok but like.. kaiser with a ballerina prodigy s/o.. like,,, think of it... like,,, kaiser, gods chosen emperor, with a s/o who is world famous on the ballet stage,,,, mind empty only
-🕺anon
kaiser with a ballerina prodigy s/o only to throw tantrums every other week because of all the men you have to work with. watches you perform all these lifts on stage and can't help but marvel at how talented and breathtaking you are but gets upset real quick when he thinks about how much time you spend with people that's not him, being close to someone else that's not him.
he gifts you the largest bouquet once the show is over, cheers the loudest for you with it's time for the bow, can't help but feel so proud when it's only you walking downstage by yourself, having your own moment before joining your colleagues.
meeting kaiser backstage, drinking up the 'after-show' high as he applauds you and makes a show in the dressing room.
when he sees your partner, he can't help but throw a glare at him. one he doesn't see, of course, because kaiser is delusional, but you love him all the same.
it's funny because as a ballet dancer, the one sport your teachers tell you to stay away from is soccer. guess you couldn't truly stay away.
OR i present to you... ballet!au with kaiser? reader has to do a duet with kaiser?? reader hates kaiser?? anyone listening??
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captn3 · 2 years
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for some reason twitter suspended me for 12 hours for trying to post this so i give this to the tumblrinas.
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quirkle2 · 9 months
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wasn't confident in how i drew ritsu so here's my practice art dump
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fishareglorious · 1 year
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Okay, I have a question. Is it common knowledge among vision users on what their constellation names is? Or is it something privy only to the people the likes of Mona and those who actually do some digging.
And who gives the names to their constellations anyway?
Are the constellations pre determined or do they only appear once the person receives their vision?
I think this was touched upon on the reconciled stars event but I wasn’t even aware of Genshin back then, but what happens when a vision user dies? Do those constellations blink out of existence? Fall out of the sky? What happened to the ones that lost their vision and succumbed to its effects in the Vision Hunt Decree? Did their constellations dim until they received their vision back or died?
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cloud-somersault · 10 days
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MK is able to build mech's by using manipulation magic, which requires mind + touch. He channels celestial magic through the Staff and sends it down, extending that magic to interact with the environment around him. And in doing so, he manipulates the earth/whatever debris is around/etc., to form a huge mech
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The Staff still doesn't have any power, since it's just channeling MK's own magic, but it's helpful in directing that magic to do what MK wants.
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yugiohz · 2 months
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canon dynamic so good you don’t gaf about the shipping lens
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honorthysalad · 3 months
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Interesting thing about the Big Dipper is it’s part of a larger constellation, Ursa Major, and the Little Dipper is Ursa Minor. The moles on the Yoshiki face are like the moles on his dad’s except his dad has more. Just kind of further visually connecting Yoshiki to his father with constellations.
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shelternmberone · 6 months
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Let's dance!
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tedthetalk · 3 months
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Fucked up how people on the internet don’t get to grow. Especially if you’re a big youtuber or w/e, once you get called out for something it lives in peoples heads and that slip up sticks to you basically forever — and you can’t even take down the “evidence” because you’ll get accused of trying to hide things
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sueske · 1 year
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Happy Birthday Naruto <3
so... in honor of naruto’s birthday i named a star in the Leo constellation after naruto and sasuke so whenever you go outside and look up at the night sky just know there is a star in the universe named after SNS :))))) 
if you want to view it online just type in the registry number here: https://space-registry.org/en/ 
it should be visible in the night sky (the Leo constellation is visible Oct-Jul) and it’s near Regulus, which is the brightest star in the constellation.
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dol--blathanna · 9 months
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And then she used the bad outfits to wipe out half the universe
#ok i will try to stop being mean about TWN i swear#it's just that i can't get these godawful costumes out of my head#like ok i don't get book accuracy i don't get yennefer treated fairly i don't get a good edge of the world i don't even get good aguaras#can i AT LEAST get good costumes????#then lucinda broke into my house spat in my face and said no#and i know i'm being mean but it just sucks that the direction of the costumes and the style of the designer is one that i ABSOLUTELY HATE#and to top it all off there's no real cohesion with the outfits and the world#or even the outfits and the characters themselves#lucinda's interpretations and justifications behind the costumes is just one that i don't particularly like#like if there was good reasoning behind them but they weren't executed well then i wouldn't be as disappointed#or if the reasoning was stupid but the costumes actually looked good (or good enough to not completely break my immersion)#that would be at least something#but I get NEITHER#also shout out to two outfits that didn't make the cut:#the stupid fucking bright purple cloak while yennefer is on the run (does not fit in with the practicality of the narrative or character)#and the leaf/constellation (?) dress in 203 that looks like it's five seconds away from slipping off and flashing us all#it's a nice dress in isolation but for me at least really doesn't work with what's happening in the scene narratively or for yen's characte#anti twn#twn critique#twn critical#twn negativity#anti witcher netflix
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happyk44 · 6 months
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"I'm not leaving you behind! It is my duty," he hissed. "I swore myself-"
"Your swore yourself because you had no choice, Percy." Her eyes were endless dark, devoid of feeling, of life. "You had a price to pay for your mother's life and this was your only offer." Her thin fingers cup his face through the bars. "You didn't choose to be my protector." She gave a weak laugh that made his stomach plummet to the floor. "You're not even my guard yet, not really."
Like a phantom, her touch slid down his cheek. He caught her wrist before her fingertip stopped gracing his skin. He could feel the rounded edge of her fingernail poke against him. Silence held fraught between them.
"Bianca-"
"Percy," she cut in, voice so sharp it cut him to the core. "I want you to survive. You're free. Take advantage of that, and go. Now."
"I can't go back without you," he said, quickly. She didn't fight his hold, but still his grip tightened. As though the harder he held her, the more she would stop protesting her escape. "You are-"
"Dead." Her lips thinned. "I'm dead, Percy. I was dead the moment they got their hands on me and I will be dead before either one of us even makes it beyond these walls, but you-" Her voice cracked, eyes watering.
He shook his head. Blood pounded in his ears. He didn't want to hear what she was going to say, wanted her to stop, wanted it all to stop. Just for a moment.
But it didn't, and neither did she. With a deep breath, she carried on, "You can make it. You can live. But only if you leave without me, so go."
His lungs burned. She inhaled so deeply, spoke so forcefully, and it made him hold the air in his chest until he couldn't take it anymore. If he didn't breathe, maybe she would. But his chest ached. Self-loathing wedged itself like a rock in his throat as he let go. The sound of his own breath was like nail on chalkboard.
"Percy," she whispered. He shook his head and leaned in closer. Although tears hadn't yet fallen, her eyes were still wet. They glistened like the night sky. Her forehead pressed against the bars.
He looked away. The brick wall to his left was growing a fair bit of moss in the corner. "What's our star again?"
She laughed. It was a watery thing that choked him where he stood. Memories of standing the long grass, moonlight shining off the river, while she read her books beside him. Every so often, she'd look up at the night sky and search for the brightest star that month. She'd tell the stories behind the constellations. Or at least the stories from her kingdom. Any time she told a story, a fantastical myth, she'd follow up that her brother knew more - Nico, the quiet prince with a voracious appetite for legends and monsters.
Then, if she could spot the brightest star that month and if she recalled, she'd tell him what it meant for the people born that month. At least, in their hemisphere anyway. The stars were different elsewhere. Sometimes she'd crack open the newspaper, the stark image of her father, and read aloud the horoscopes.
He still remembered the incredulous sound she made when he told her they shared the same birthday. She'd dragged him to the library to refresh her memory on their star. Then argued furiously that he did not share the same traits as her.
It was a silly thing. She didn't believe it. He didn't either. But it was the first time they hadn't played the stiff act of royal princess and her knight-in-training. Not Percy holding his tongue and following strictly one step behind. Not Bianca doing her best to pretend he wasn't her shadow.
Awkward civility and stiffness carried thick between them from the moment Percy had been casted into his role. But that night, with the sound of yelling and laughter still echoing in their ears, they made an agreement. They didn't have to be the best of friends, but they sure could be casual with each other. After all, they were going to be stuck with each other for the rest of their lives.
At least... they were supposed to be.
Slowly each finger detached one by one until all that was left was his palm pressed against her wrist. Then that fell away too. Still he couldn't bare to turn his head and face her.
"Leo," she said. "The lion. Strength, pride, loyalty, confidence."
A stabbed orange toy on new year's day passed through his mind. "Sacrifice."
It was quiet for a beat. Then, "Yes." His heart hammered so fast he could feel it in his throat. "The lion represents sacrifice."
What was he supposed to say? He wanted to run, to turn the lock with the key he stole, take her and run. Run far and fast. But deep inside, he knew she was right. He could get by undetected. No one cared about a child knight, not even yet passed his training. He could blend in and slip out. Even if he got caught, they wouldn't nearly put in as much effort to get him back as they would if she were with him.
She was right.
She was already dead.
He swallowed thickly and met her eyes again. The night sky glistened back at him and he thought of constellations and warm handshakes and kind agreements and silly arguments. Breath caught in his throat. "I'll miss you," he whispered, voice hoarse.
Her lips twitched. "I'll miss you too." She blinked, and one tear slid down her cheek. He tracked the wet trace it left behind until it welled up at the bottom of her chin and dripped to the floor. "Will you do me a favour?"
"You're my princess," he said. "I would do anything for you."
It was a weak smile she gave before she spoke. The sight of it crushed him. "Tell my family I love them." Her breath escaped from her shakily. She pushed back her hair. A classic move to hide the nerves that drove her hands to tremble ever so slightly. "And take care of Nico. Please."
"I will," he promised.
Her smile strengthened ever so slightly. But the tears fell fast now, one right after the other. Her face tilted away at the first streak. He immediately turned his line of sight back to the brick wall. Weakness, sadness, grief - she hated being seen with any of them. He always respected it. Look away until she was done. Don't speak, don't ask her anything, don't help her. Just look away and stay silent unless she calls out.
So, even as his mind's eye was trapped in the wet track of tears on her skin, the hitched sound of her breath holding in a cry, he turned and headed back for the dungeon's door. The doorknob twisted in his hand. The door cracked open.
"Percy."
He held stiff. "Yes?"
"Don't forget the bracelet."
Heat burned at the back of his head. In his pocket, the bracelet felt heavier than the weight of the world. When he had first arrived, she gave it to him. When he refused to take it, insistent that she could deliver it to Nico herself, she shoved it into his pocket herself. Like a ghostly stain, his thigh still tingled with the forceful and firm press of her hand. He was sure it always would.
"I won't."
"Stay safe," she said, a princess in a dungeon ready and waiting to die.
His heart shattered. Still, he kept his head held high. "I will."
Then, without another word, he left the girl he had spent the last three years training to protect. He was meant to die for her. It was the role he had accepted the night he and his friends had stormed the castle and pleaded for help with his dying mother. He didn't argue. He didn't plead. Without hesitation, he swore his life away for hers. Without hesitation, he swore his last breath would be hers.
Yet she was the one embracing the eternal coldness to come. She was the one breathing weakly so he could breathe strong. She was trading away her life for his. She was the lion, giving a mighty roar before the dawn of a new year. She was the sacrifice, held down by chains with a glistening sharp blade raised above her head.
But he wasn't the one lowering it upon her neck. No, he was the cold breath of winter. The first drop of snow. The wilting grass. He was the barren wasteland that drove her out into the open. He was the starving masses desperate to live. He didn't have to drop the blade. He didn't have to use his own hands to spill her blood across the ground. His survival was her end. And that made him her killer anyway.
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