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@lyliah7
Heya there, I'm Lyliah, I'm pretty nice, artistic and chaotic :3
I use they/them in English and ael/lea in French, you can find more info on my pronouns and terms here
I'm always open to asks, whether we follow one another or not!
If you're homophobic, transphobic, queerphobic, racist, antisemitic you're not welcome here
You can find out about my frequently used tags just under the cut :3
Winx Tarot Masterpost ✨
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Daphne may be my new fave character to write for…
Helia gave himself just a moment to watch the girls vanish before focusing on the smaller almost raft-like structure attached to the yacht, the one he’d made sure he’d know how to drive well enough for this.
“Princess Daphne, we’re ready.”
Daphne starred at the waves another moment before nodding along, “Just Daphne is fine Helia.” She accepted the hand he offered, climbing into the raft.
Helia nodded, going to press his comm, “Sigurd, Macaria, Horus be advised, Atlas is disembarking. We shouldn’t be more than ten minutes. Over.”
“Stay in sight. Over.” Sky told him, eyes flying between the holograms showing Brandon and Riven’s footage and vitals, Nabu holding a pair of binoculars to his eyes, watching the girls.
“We’ll do our best.”
The smaller boat fell into the water, Helia at the wheel, taking them further towards the left.
“Did you ever have any meetings here?” He dared ask Daphne, who was leaning against the side, watching the waves being disrupted as they passed by.
“Only at the very start of my tenure as Nymph.” Daphne said softly, not quite wistful more… thoughtful, “But I know it was rather popular with Nymphs who had to work harder for a true connection to the ocean.”
Helia nodded along, “Let me know when we’re far enough.”
Daphne hummed.
She let herself watch him for a moment, tilting her head, “I knew you too… you know?”
Helia blinked in surprise, turning to her, “You did?”
“Well, I suppose it’d be more accurate to say that I knew of you… I saw you once or twice… when I’d visit Avalon at Red Fountain after I graduated… I only just remembered that… I was never close with your parents, only really spoke to them a few times but… you look like your mother.”
“…makes sense… I was wandering about the schools since I could crawl.” He tried to discern the look on her face, failing at it.
“…what are they doing now? Malia and Derek?”
Helia tried not to let it show how weird it felt for her to know his parents by name, to have gone to school around the same time as them.
“My mom is working as a historian. She’s a teacher at a college in Magix, writing a book on the previous downfall of Earth as a magical planet. She’d been working on it since before we were sent to Earth… and my dad is working for the Company, helping set up vigilance around certain planets.”
“Hm. This should be far enough.”
Helia killed the engine, leaving them bobbing along, seemingly in the middle of nowhere.
Daphne looked for something in the water.
“You’re a wizard.”
It wasn’t a question.
Helia still answered it, “Yes.”
“I remember Derek was thrilled about that, I overheard him talking about it one of the few times I saw you… Avalon caught you trying to sneak into one of Red Fountain’s armories… you couldn’t have been more than a few months old but you were already showing a few signs of magic.” She spoke as she seemed to locate something, leaning against the railing and dipping a test tube into the water.
Helia truly didn’t know what to say, “Umm… yeah. Magic skipped a generation so… dad was happy that I had it…”
Daphne nodded along, frowning to herself as she pulled out another flask, “I’m sorry I just… I’m trying to… make sense of it all still… there’s a lot I don’t know about… a lot of people I once knew.”
“Don’t apologize… I imagine it must be… overwhelming.”
“That’s an understatement.” Daphne dipped a hand fully into the water, as though trying to sense something, “It’s odd… how many of you guys I used to know… I babysat Stella and Sky plenty of times… I saw Aisha at a few balls before things became dire in Domino, carried her around one time when she fell asleep… she was there when I pleaded with her grandmother to let us try and make a portal to Omega to trap the Ancestral Witches there… and I remember you going about the schools… I think I might’ve also seen you once at Alfea.”
Helia stayed quiet a moment, trying to process that. He’d known in theory that Daphne had known not only Bloom but also Stella and Sky as babies… it didn’t make it any stranger.
“…fate has an odd way of working sometimes.”
Daphne nearly scoffed, shaking her head.
Helia tilted his head, more curious than anything, “You don't believe in fate?”
She considered that, the faintest golden glow emanating from her fingertips, the first trace of magic he’d seen come from her, “I believe that sometimes people perceive a certain individual as stronger than others… so they decide they can hold more weight than anyone else… certain individuals have no choice but to be as strong as the world needs them to be… I don’t know that I’d call that fate… maybe just… convenience for a world in need. The more you rise to the occasion… the more is expected of you.”
Helia stayed silent, for a moment he could almost see the ghost of Daphne, hiding the fact that she was alive and in pain from Bloom.
He knew about her outburst when Bloom had asked for help to take Valtor down.
For a moment, he saw not the twenty-four year old who’d come back to life, but the woman who’d served for twenty-four years and had then spent nineteen years cursed, frozen in time and in her pain.
He could see the years weighing on her shoulders and behind her eyes even if physically she looked just like in the history books.
Daphne took a shaky breath, lifting her hand from the water, watching tiny flecks of silver that’d materialized into the water cupped in her palm, turning to him, “I have what we need.”
Helia nodded, going to guide them back.
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UGH she’s just so haunted and so many people failed her- it’s delicious!
I love this so much aaaaaa
As a heel hater whenever I see Winx in heels, my soul leaves me.
But when they do appear in normal shoes...the absolute joy.
NO YOU DIDN'T ALWAYS WORE HEELS NOT EVEN IN SEASON 4!!!!!
fanfic writers and fan artists are carrying fandoms. they are the backbone of fandoms.
thank you fanfic writers and fan artists
I'm sure I've left some people out because I slapped this together in 15 minutes but it's a whole lot more, imo artists and writers are nothing without these other guys (gn)
It's an ecosystem guys, we need all of it
I love going viral on tumblr.com. It’s like if you stood in a field and said some of the stupidest shit a human being is capable of and then like fifty thousand crows attacked you
Don’t do this to me
my brother in christ you made the post
It's my cat's birthday (anniversary of me getting him) so I told him the story of his life while petting him real good
Highlights include:
For your first two years (when you were small) you lived in a foster home with people who raised you into a very polite young man. Two is like you plus me, that's what two is.
Some people adopted you before me and they called you Timmy (which is a stupid name) and they returned your ass almost immediately because you were so annoying at that age.
Like think about how annoying you are right now at seven years old, but way worse.
I'm better than them though, I don't call you Timmy and I wore earplugs to bed for three years because you love to scream at bedtime. Earplugs are like when I roll over and go back to sleep even when you are yelling so so so loud.
I got you at a time in my life when I was really sick (being sick is like when I'm up late because I'm throwing up and you are a very handsome good boy who sits with me) and they had to put me asleep for a procedure. A procedure is like what happened to you when they put you asleep and took your balls away.
Now you've lived with me for five years. Five is like the number of toe beans on one of your feet. When I clip your nails five is when we're halfway done. But we're hopefully not even halfway done with how long we get to be together. I'm gonna have to figure out new ways to help you count.
Actually I've decided this is a poem
What if we win?
What if the children go to schools unafraid of tear gas and bullets?
What if the birds come back, and the bees are healed, and every species moves from endangered, to threatened, to thriving?
What if the rainforest ADVANCES?
What if every parking lot had solar panels? What if every structure had solar panels? What if we built climbing gyms and terraced gardens in the skeletons of old coal power plants?
What if you baked your neighbor bread, and they shared their home-grown blackberries?
What if every person who needed a home, had one? What if every person who needed healing was healed?
What if every body was treasured for what it was, not what it should be?
What if every trans child's parents attended their graduation, their wedding, their new-name-day?
What if every warehouse became a closed-circle repair station? Goods flowing out, and back, and out again? What if landfills started to SHRINK?
What if the water and air were clean? What if there was enough public transit that the cars dwindled, leaving the streets safe for kids on bikes, evening deer, midnight cats and foxes?
What if we win?
How would you win?
listen it's not that I think epic the musical is a perfect adaption of the odyssey but it was an impressive passion project that knew what it wanted to be and knew what people gravitated to in the original work and it put significant effort into conveying this through its unique medium and tone to the point that hundreds of other people felt compelled to put effort into their own artistic interpretations of that version of the story. and that's really cool! and yes I would be more critical if it was a 100 million dollar project made by a professional because what the fuck do you mean you're a world-famous director and you cut the my name is nobody scene are you goddamn serious
I don't want a baby. Well, you have one.
Grey's anatomy (2005 - ) I 7.22
I really love these two. I see potential in this dynamic of two idiots doing all sorts of crap together simply because they haven't had a proper time together in 1,000+ years.
Dumgan? Anuman? Idk i like both xD
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Winx Harmonix 🐚🎶🌟💕⭐️
I know I said after Believix I wasn't gonna draw their other transformations, but I had some ideas to make their outfits less childish (yes I hated their mini ballerina skirts) and give them some sort of Greek nymph gowns
Anyway, enjoy (please don't put my artworks on pinterest)
remember when winx club had an all girls school and an all boys school but also explicitly an all Goths school
As we get closer to Fields of Mistria's 1.0 release on August 5th, we've put together an FAQ answering some of the questions we've seen most from players! 💛 This blog post covers: 🌎 Localization 🏆 Achievements ❓ And more! Check it out here
"it's not that deep" START DIGGING!!
DIG
DIG
DIG
DIG
OOPS TOO DEEP
CLIMB
So I just simultaneously did, and possibly didn't lose my job today :)
Very much did in the sense that I literally do not know where my job is at the moment. But, for the time being I haven't been let go because nobody else including the store owner knows where it is either.
So, I don't wanna risk doxxing myself by posting pictures but goddamn am I tempted because this is not a believable event. This is a cartoon problem. For looneytoons.
But yeah, so, I work(ed?) at a kiosk selling boba tea, right? Freestanding kiosk in the mall with full water and electrical hookups and multiple fridges and sinks and a mini kitchen and the works. Fully functional tea shop. Very important to note that it was there last night, The work chat was discussing another issue last night at closing time. I'll get back to this.
It's been showing signs of being on the way out with how business is being handled lately and I've been considering other options, which is probably why I'm not as torn up about this as I should be, but maybe it just hasn't set in yet, but that's not the point. The point is there's been a lot of shit breaking and not being replaced and nobody mentioning anything about it until I walk into work in the morning and have to figure out why shit like the fucking cash register isn't there today. So I'm kinda used to having to ask questions about big things that nobody bothered to update me on. I was out for two weeks recovering from a surgery, so I came to work this morning assuming there'd be some kind of bullshit, yeah?
So, the question I had to ask the chat this morning was:
Not a text I ever thought I'd have to send in sincerity, but there it is. Because what I found instead was a fenced off patch of discolored tiles and a few holes in the floor where my entire place of employment used to be.
And the answer? Nobody knows! It was there last night when the mall closed, and every single trace of the structure and all its contents including drink making supplies and our safe and cashbox was gone when it opened again. And when I say nobody knows, I mean everyone from last night's closers to the actual (former?) owner of the store jad no fucking clue about this until getting that text from me this morning. For once I am actually the first to know. 🎉.
So. I guess I didn't so much lose my job as had it stolen. Not by AI, but good old fashioned hands-on human beings picking it up and carrying it away somehow. All mall security would tell me was that they were instructed not to tell me anything and have us contact our management. Who also don't know anything. And later on I came across some construction workers around the gravesite of the kiosk discussing filling in the holes, asked them about it, and was told that they "weren't at liberty to say".
So, not only is my job gone in the most literal physical sense of the word, but it was taken in some kind of super secret kiosk extraction in the dead of night without any warning or witnesses and nobody is allowed to speak of it. The store owner said she was gonna figure it out 10 hours ago and still no word back.
I don't know what else to say aside from I've been laughing all day and I'm gonna have a hell of a time explaining Schrodinger's Unemployment to the benefits office.
Update that is not an update because I'm basically certain this isn't what actually happened:
My mother in law thinks the FBI took it.
Not any of the other stores around the state. Just the one little kiosk.
Why? Because she loves a conspiracy and is just a little bit extra.
Also because she was around for the massive crackdown on Yakuza-owned businesses in Waikiki (in her homestate) that did actually involve the FBI seizing stores (no confirmation of making kiosks cleanly disappear in the middle of the night though).
Still no word from my job on what's actually going on, but the most likely theory so far is that maybe the kiosk was on lease and got repossessed? The mystery continues
(also shout out to the person who proposed Carmen Sandiego)
ACTUAL (partial) UPDATE:
According to the owner, based on what she's been able to find out, the kiosk was not removed legally and they're starting a potentially long process of legal action. I hope she gets to sue the shit out of whoever did it but for now at least I know for sure I'm unemployed.
Really hoping for more details in terms of who/why/how, so I'll keep updating if I learn anything.
For now the summary is: An unnamed entity that is most likely mall management (on account of mall security cooperating with them) stole an entire kiosk and all the contents including money and machinery with barely a trace in the middle of the night grinch-style, with zero warning or explanation, and ensured the silence of both security and the construction crew, in an action that was definitely preplanned and illegal, and as far as I know nobody knows its whereabouts.
So now I'm officially out of a job. Because my workplace was literally stolen in the night.
Actually fuck it let's share some photos cause I wouldn't be inclined to believe this myself. It's not like anyone can stalk me at my job now and I'm not gonna have to see any coworkers that might find my tumblr.
Enjoy the unintentionally funniest text I've ever sent in my life
Aaand a close-up:
The last remains of a once Very Much Solid And Immobile Workplace
HEY HI HELLO THIS ONE'S MY FAVORITE
via @kagaminilen
[cut to a kiosk on legs, sipping a boba, while wandering into the nearest forest on chicken legs]
Here you go @a-bit-too-dyscrasic
