captastra

[captastra]

If you had the chance to join the journey through space, would you do it?

This artwork is also availabe as a wallpaper on my ko-fi here!💙

[captastra]

[captastra]

Reblog to unleash this cat on your mutuals

[captastra]

WIP Wednesday for @hijennyt

Pairing is Ashur x Tarquin x Rook because I can

A burst of laughter tore through Rook as her hair flew in the wind. Panting as she sucked air into her burning lungs while her feet pounded the ground. Tarquin was a step behind her, urging her forward as a loud cracking sound jolted through the market and straight into her chest.

They were going to be in so much trouble when the Viper caught them.

There was a deafening rumble, a shifting of brick before the ground shook and the building they had just escaped came crumbling down in a cloud of dust and debris. She lost her footing, limbs tangling with her partner as they tumbled into a heap together. His large frame giving her a soft landing as he slammed into the ground with a hard thump.

She rolled over, her hand resting against his solid chest as she pushed herself up with a wild grin. “We definitely have to do that again,” she giggled as his head fell back with a groan. “The Threads are going to be so mad!”

But her joy was short lived as a dark shadow fell over the pair. Both of them looking up to see swirl of black and green armour looming over them. A mask hid a frown of disapproval only his eyes under his low slung hat gave away.

“Get up!” Ashur growled as they scrambled to stand. Tarquin's hands lingering just a bit too long on the curve of Rook's hips as he steadied her. The touch not going unnoticed by any present.

“You,” he zeroed in on Rook as he turned to her. She shrunk under the harsh tone as her cheeks colored with shame. “Hide out. Now!”

She shot Tarquin one final look of solidarity before she turned and disappeared into the crowd that had gathered around the destruction they had wrought. The leader now turning to his second in command as his hands tightened into fists and he closed his eyes as he inhaled a steadying breath.

“Tarquin, I trusted you.”

The steady words spoken in a hushed whisper sent a chill down the man's spine. He wanted the Viper to rage. To fight. To punish him for what he and Rook had done.

Not stare at him with open disappointment as he started stalking away from the devastation left in the market. Tarquin following behind silently as he hung his head in remorse.

“I'm sorry boss,” he whispered to the broad shoulders before him. It seemed hardly enough as they picked their way through the back alleys and finally made their way to the seclusion of the rooftops.

[captastra]

Chapter 3

It's the night of the first pre-wedding festivities. Yasmin had forced Nesiri into a role under the guise of the masquerade and Nesiri is thrown into the world of Crow politics.

Biggest thank you to @lustaniasaxon and @truechaoticneutral for betaing my fic <3!!

Tagalist (check pinned post to opt in/out): @olliesaurus-rex @poetikat @confidentandgood @spaceratprodigy @darkfire1177 @theelderhazelnut @jellisdraws @oh-nostalgiaa @seliviawanders @thisisrigged4 @bitchesofostwick @orionlancasterr @incognito-insomniac @amadeus-lmao @finding-comfort-in-rain @euryalex @mxanigel @darkqueen458 @arendaes @adelaidedrubman @aceghosts @iobsessoverfictionalmen @inafieldofdaisies @bearcina @shellibisshe @mathlann @cloudofbutterflies92 @imogenkol @undyingembers @carlosoliveiraa @tommyarashikage @neonshrike @space-whalesharks @davrinsgriffons @ronqueesha @miscneilleaneous @saintvalentinex @thedeadthree

[captastra]

M20, Trifid Nebula

[captastra]

[captastra]

You all need to hear this:

1. You probably dont suck at your craft as much as you think you do, I bet a lot of people are amazed at what you can make, and

2. If you actually are the Literal Worst In The Whole Wide World at your craft... who the fuck cares? What are they gonna do, call the police on you? Keep making your shitty little things, youre the boss of you, fuck the haters.

[captastra]

Reblog to give prev a fucking break holy shit y’all

[captastra]

Haven't been posting to Tumblr much but since y'all liked my last otgw post I thought I'd better post this one 😭

[captastra]

if u are ever scared of yapping about your blorbo or your life or your creative projects on the dash bc u are worried that no one wants to see it. know that I am holding your hand and supporting you. I want to see it. make that shitpost I need it to read it posthaste

[captastra]

[captastra]

that part in sea of blood where the game is soft tutorializing you on the sunder mechanic as the elite rogue venatori enemy shows up for the first time and lucanis' reaction is sooooo..... 'mierda. these guys'. see this is why he's the funniest and also most endearing character ever made. he really does sound softly, tiredly mildly exasperated in a way so wildly out of proportion with the situation at hand. a knife dude from the secret society slash cult that's been horrifically torturing him for a year just popped out of the woodwork, and the tone of lucanis' voice in response is reminiscent of nothing so much as a man who's just realized the office printer is out of ink again and whose resigned little sigh in response conveys with perfect good-natured clarity to everyone else working late alongside him that he is a bit annoyed but like not at any of them. 'we're in this together' his tone seems to say. fuckass printer and all. I'll go fetch some new cartridges. I'm getting coffee along the way does anyone else want anything while I'm there. he has the most companionable effortlessly comforting and innately hilarious presence of anyone who's ever lived even running through the failing forcefield personal trauma horror prison of all time at the bottom of the ocean. his day job is murder. he met rook and co literally half an hour ago and already these are the vibes, starting as they mean to go on.

the je ne sais quoi factor of this man. unparalleled

[captastra]

Chapter 3

It's the night of the first pre-wedding festivities. Yasmin had forced Nesiri into a role under the guise of the masquerade and Nesiri is thrown into the world of Crow politics.

Biggest thank you to @lustaniasaxon and @truechaoticneutral for betaing my fic <3!!

Tagalist (check pinned post to opt in/out): @olliesaurus-rex @poetikat @confidentandgood @spaceratprodigy @darkfire1177 @theelderhazelnut @jellisdraws @oh-nostalgiaa @seliviawanders @thisisrigged4 @bitchesofostwick @orionlancasterr @incognito-insomniac @amadeus-lmao @finding-comfort-in-rain @euryalex @mxanigel @darkqueen458 @arendaes @adelaidedrubman @aceghosts @iobsessoverfictionalmen @inafieldofdaisies @bearcina @shellibisshe @mathlann @cloudofbutterflies92 @imogenkol @undyingembers @carlosoliveiraa @tommyarashikage @neonshrike @space-whalesharks @davrinsgriffons @ronqueesha @miscneilleaneous @saintvalentinex @thedeadthree

[captastra]

Memento Mori Finger Ring, black enamel and gold, 17th Century

From the London Museum

[captastra]

NGC 6729 // Robert LEXX