#the supernova

[dukes-cassettetape]

Trafalgar D. Raw

[thisangstriddenschoollifetragedy]

Vast Error Ancestor Chumhandle Headcanon

The Annalist: superiorAscendant

The Formentor: graciousDespair

The Forgiven: archersHeroics

The Supernova: finisherFacsinated

The Vivifier: enrapturedOverwrite

The Exemplar: decisiveQuestionnare

Serpaz's Ancestor (The Mirror): perilousDuplication

The Jaggerman: wipeoutAnnuled

Occues's Ancestor (The Compass): melancholyExpertise

Fortmistress Deadlock: pentecostObilvion

Acerigger Switchem: uvulicHermit

Casear Consceleratus Persolus: grandSeverances

[backtoseven]

i just read the saddest fuckin fic in all my life and I knew going into it that it was gonna be bad but I did the thing anyways and now I need some happy yoongi to make my heart stop hurting

[ogdencollegerp]

ANYONE COULD BE BLAMED.                          EVEN THE SUPERNOVA.

MEET NOVA DODSON.

{ QUINTESSA 'Q' SWINDELL, 22, NON-BINARY, THEY/HE } Is that NOVA DODSON? A FRESHMAN originally from PORTSMOUTH, NEW HAMPSHIRE, they decided to come to Ogden College to study ENGINEERING & MATHEMATICS on an ACADEMIC SCHOLARSHIP. They’re THE SUPERNOVA on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

HOW THEY EMBODY THEIR TROPE: Nova's relationships to Greer seems to exist more on a hypothetical than any reality. Their arrival was meant to be a new and exciting change, a return to the life they were meant to have, one that ended up all but cloaked by the darkness of Greer's missing status. It seemed to be everyone's focus and to some degree, Nova was thankful for it, his arrival able to slip mostly under the radar. After all, who held interest in your story when the school's golden girl had up and vanished?

RELATIONSHIP WITH GREER: While most of the life of a star is stable, as it burns through its fuel and begins to cool, the outward forces of pressure drop until it's low enough for gravity to take over and cause it's collapse — a supernova. It's chaotic, bright, powerful, beautiful. It's also essential to life, a source of elements including the very iron in your blood and in their wake, can leave either a black hole or a new star. Balance was taken from Nova a decade ago, forcing them to drop further and further downwards, a decline they had long since lost control of until gravity or fate intervened. What was becoming a shell of the luminary Nova had once been was thrown into chaos; a new world, a new environment and perhaps, a new start. Chaotic, bright, powerful, beautiful. It was essential to his survival, his life. The only question that remains, what will be left in their wake?

[supernova-time-tot]

[protomun]

“I’ll be writing you a postcard From the center of the sun Sending out my love and hate To each and every one.”

[starvingsilence]

The supernova.

She breathes the stars in each a glimmering reminder of her perpetual insignificance She inhales glowing orbs of dust and helium and exhales constellations universes skirting the tip of her tongue

Her breaths are long and unhurried Her gait is crooked and unsteady there are heavenly bodies festering in the spaces between her ribs and dust from dead stars collecting in her throat seeping into her lungs withering the walls of her bronchi

So she coughs up galaxies  floating out from the space in between her chipped teeth cracking with the weight of the worlds inside her

Someday she will fall apart and a supernova will erupt from within her Tearing apart the walls of her decaying lungs Her sparkling skin will crumble to ash and unleash the universe within her

One day, she will scatter across the sky into a million specks of light burning brighter than  her mortal iris' ever did.