#Celestial Distance

[wickedzeevyln]

Star and Sea

To you whose throne sits in the halls of fire and light; To you who hang onto the mantel of the midnight sky; lower your gaze down below and see the gap between me and your empyrean heights. The seconds pale as they trickle down my wrist, the hands of the hours already mangled and still I twist, to you I beckon, a lighthouse aflicker with feverish longing, and this time, perhaps more than…

[floatingfacedownintheocean]

That's what a wish is - a celestial body. For once, you lead and the Universe follows. Made two versions of this because I wanted to play around in After Effects! Mini-Sifs in the orbit and close-up on the fam below the cut!

[serpentface]

This was going to be a panel of a little comic but I got too invested in drawing minute background details so, here.

[oeuvrinarydurian]

A Final Scene Friday. 

It’s beautiful. He’s beautiful. He did a beautiful job filming this episode.

I didn’t have time to dig out a fidget, so I went with some prettiness.

He zooms in before he pans upwards to the shot of the moon and stars and Radcliffe Camera. It’s so beautifully composed I couldn’t choose, so here are the others, slightly closer in, plus the final shot.

[nerdie-faerie]

I'm once again thinking about the missed opportunities to have Klaus and Kol bond more. Part of Klaus' whole motivation as a vampire is to get his werewolf part back and to finally be stronger than Mikael (sort of, I'm simplifying) both of which can be obtained by breaking his curse. But Kol? Kol is the only other original that can relate to having a fundamental part of themself ripped away from them. Klaus might not have known he was a werewolf until he killed, but he likely still had a connection he couldn't explain, as evident by him going to watch the wolves transform. And something he'd never been able to explain was now gone. He might only be able to realise the connection afterwards through its absence.

Kol though. Kol had grown up with magic, a connection to nature and the world around him in a way the rest of his siblings supposedly didn't have. And then he gets turned. And not only has his baby brother died, his father has just murdered him and the rest of his siblings after forcing them to drink human blood, which he'll later learn. Now, not only does he have to deal with the grief of Henrik's death and also his own but also the loss of his magic. A loss that's likely only worsened by Kol being a self-proclaimed child prodigy.

Kol is pretty much the only one who could understand what Klaus is going through with the binding of his wolf. We know Kol searched for ways to get his magic back/carry on practicing magic in the same way that Klaus was looking for ways to break his curse. While Klaus likely could still feel his wolf there despite being bound, Kol has no access to his magic anymore. I just think they should've been able to bond or connect over their shared loss of an intrinsic aspect of their selves at the hands of their parents

[snowspeeders]

i think vax should come back permanently but i think he should come back wrong. he's been a weird celestial entity for a while let him be strange and offputting.

[wyrmrynd]

Encrypted Enchantress

I will come back to you,

Your Elysian fields,

Crystalline pools,

Glimmering celestial body.

An earth between us,

Our yearns of heart,

Strings of thought,

Tapestry of love.

Electronic murmurs,

Photonic wave dreams,

Covenants of pleasure,

Encrypted soul,

Bound by flesh.

Labyrinths of silicon,

Metallic lattice,

Ethereal gesture,

Pixelated love,

Sacred hymns.

Five more weeks,

Phosphorous ignition,

Veils of time,

Passions of crime,

I’ll make you mine.

My cosmic muse,

A dawn shall break,

Warmth, embrace,

Hearts ache,

Love make.

Under sapphire skies,

Golden sun,

Woman of my dreams,

Skin gleams,

Verses in the song of lovers.

Settled for enchanted code,

Until we meet again,

Every moment waiting,

In the waking of our dream.

[drones-of-innocence]

Every time Mario goes to rescue Princess Peach, and the journey takes more than a day, he finds himself pausing to stare up at a beautiful moon. The lands of the Mushroom Kingdom are stunning throughout his long travels. The night sky is spectacular. And the moon is such a gorgeous beacon up there, visible from every vantage point. He wonders, as he stares up at the moon, if she is looking at it, too. Even if they are apart, perhaps they unknowingly share this moment of reprieve. Gazing up at the stars together despite the distance between them.

Peeking outside her cell, taking in what little of the night sky she can see, perhaps Peach is wondering the same thing.

[aromanticasterisms]

"the distance between sitting in the hands of the anemo archon statue in mondstadt and standing on the head of the statue of the omnipresent god in inazuma is exactly 6666m" how the fuck did you guys figure that out

[ruth-t]

My Celestial Cup

I know this is going to sound strange, but the reason we don’t talk as much is because I fell in love with you, but distance was our doom. It’s easier to forget about you if you’re not in my presence, but I do miss your essence, your jokes, and I reminisce of the times that we spoke. You gave me a recipe for tea once, told me to drink it and stock up on you. “Are you offering your blood?” I said mischievously, while later inquiring on the price and if supply was in stock. You responded, “Trust. Stock isn’t always available as fine gems of the world are extremely rare.” I acknowledged that, “It takes time to build and whilst definitely high in value and not easy to cultivate, it was always worth the end result. Value is relative though. What some value, others find worthless.” You asked me what was on my mind: I lied and said something about my cats sleeping. The truth is you were.

We masquerade our feelings, dressing them up as casual banter, hoping the guise will fool our hearts into submission. But hearts, much like cats, do not heed well to the beck and calls of those who wish to domesticate them. They, instead, choose to sprawl indolently, basking in the sunbeam of unrequited affection with an almost insolent disregard for the consequences.

In those moments, you were the mariner and I, trapped in the albatross's dilemma, unwittingly tethered to a ship I had no right to board, but had somehow captained in my head. It was a mutiny of the heart, a rogue wave. I became a cliché, and you, an unwitting muse. We danced around subjects, stepping on the toes of what was unspoken, leaving the truth to linger like a ghost at the feast of our conversational banquets.

In our last exchange, I wrapped my confession in the guise of apathy, letting it drift into the sea of unsaid things, assuming it would drown in the depths of everything that remained between the lines. But feelings, much like fine gems, are not easily disposed of. They linger, resurface, catching the light at unexpected angles, reminding us of their idiosyncratic value, regardless of the market's appraisal.

The tea you recommended — I brewed it religiously, as if each sip could distill your essence, bring me closer to an understanding of what it meant to hold someone in such high regard, and yet, cradle the heartache of knowing the shelf life of our connection had a timer set by distance, circumstance, and the cruel humor of fate. I still have it, that tea.

You see, you weren’t just something on my mind, you were the undercurrent of every thought. It is the unspoken truths that often speak the loudest. What we value, no matter how fleeting or unattainable, defines the essence of our human condition. So, here I am, sipping on the metaphysical tea of your memory, indelible and cherished.

If you see this — I’m still waiting, عِشْقِي.

[nyxokal]

The creatures I'm encountering in Bloodborne are getting more and more like... fucked up? Body horror-ish? Whatever it is I can't stop thinking about them. They're so... it just keeps going

[reginrokkr]

» @maquiscursed asked: "Do not open your eyes yet." Neuvillette repeats for the third time, as though Dainsleif bears any chance of doing so, when the Iudex's gloved hand is covering closed sapphires as he guides him by the arm down a sinewy path. The Chief Justice of Fontaine has never been one for surprises -- but, over his many years spent dwelling among humans, he has learnt that surprises were, in fact, an appropriate, and even recommended occurrence for birthdays.

Neither he nor Dainsleif bear much importance to their so-called birthdays, but something this particular year compels the sovereign to, for once, try his hand at this particular custom.

The Iudex and the Bough Keeper leave the trodden path and soon find themselves in high grass, before their steps quickly find soil and sand again; and at last, Neuvillette brings their excursion to a stop. "You may look now." He commands, with a voice so softened, it might as well be a mere request. His hand falls back to his side, and he lets his companion take in the view before them; a tall weeping willow, towering over a crystal clear pond, dying sunlight shimmering between the branches like a cascade of early stars. Upon the 'beach' surrounding the pond, lays a table and two chairs, and a meal expecting its two guests (how the furniture and food were transported and kept at adequate temperature, shall remain a secret of the Palais Mermonia's best staff).

"I thought we might enjoy some time away from the madness of the Palais." Neuvillette muses, before extracting one last surprise, much smaller, but possibly more effortful, from his coat. A small box is handed to Dainsleif; upon opening, he shall find a locket, made of gold and bronze, delicately engraved with azure markings closely resembling the sourcewater patterns adorning his own person (few people know the Iudex to be a craftsman - Dainsleif is now one of them). If the Bough Keeper were to open the locket, he would find, entrapped in sturdy glass casing, a single drop of Spring of the First Dewdrops, shining a faint, pearl-like light within.

"You gave me something to remember you by; I thought it would only be appropriate to return the favour." The dragon of water smiles fondly at his companion - may this droplet of hope and optimism guide him even when his own unwavering hope wavers. "And I promise this dinner is not only made of water. Happy birthday, dearest Dainsleif."

Suspense is not necessarily one of Dáinsleif's cherished things, were he asked. In fact, it brings memories that aren't yet behind him in his long-lasting strife against the Abyss Order where this factor is nerve-racking at best until a clearer outcome shines through. However, when in combination with a presence soothing like holy water to his curse and a gentle touch calming like a balm, Twilight can tolerate it better without opposing resistance nor offering a huff of complaint.

The wait comes to an end at long last and so albescent lashes flutter open to take in the breathtaking sight before them. An emanation of what's been his biggest support for a very long time until his soul encountered repose in another primordial one standing pride and tall in all its cyan glory that pierces through the dyeing orange of the heavens as the sun sets down, all to give room to shy stars to glow crowned by a solemn moon. The clear water of the pond reflecting all colors like aquarelle —how in tune with Neuvillette, to search on purpose a body of water nearby to grant them its beauty— and the table right in front of them, clashing with the scenario in an amusing manner, teller of what the sovereign's insistence to exercise patience and trust in him was about.

And truth to be said, for all the surprise and confusion previous years when this day neared would cause Dáinsleif, Neuvillette never fails to surprise him with something new next. For the longest of time, the abandoned seraph took this day whenever it was possible as a moment of respite and to seek out the comforting presence of the rex, to heal from the solitude that every time becomes heavier the more he grows accustomed to linger in a trusted companion's presence. And today, in commemoration of their new union as lovers, the manner Neuvillette sought to do something for his birthday has bloomed in a different kind.

The Iudex's voice rouses him from his train of thoughts, thus does the knight look at him with interest and nigh puerile curiosity as he watched him fish something from his coat until he's presented a small box. You didn't have to— comes a thought born from small guilt that he has already done enough by bringing him here and arranging dinner for both, but a thought that would never pass past his lips, nevertheless. Dáinsleif opens the box with delicate care, as if his touch would suffice to break it if he weren't careful enough, and so the box reveals a locket that draws the luminary's attention even more.

He takes the little thing in his gloved hand and looks at it, takes in every delicate detail engraved so reminiscent of the innocent culprit that brought him here in the first place. Astral pupils look at primordial echoes for a silent confirmation that he can open it upon noticing that it must conceal something within before he does just that. Sapphire eyes soften at the sight of the dewdrop within and the immediate sentience of Neuvillette's power coalesced within. So small and hidden from external threats, but brilliant and precious when one takes the time to gauge the enormity of its meaning. The locket closes as Dáinsleif's hand closes around it to bring it to his chest, albescent lashes fluttering to a brief close before they open anew to look into draconic eyes.

◜I will treasure it, always.◞ Just as I do you— and our blossoming relationship. As the Iudex' attention returns to the table set for the two of them, Dáinsleif tucks the little locket inside the waistcoat, close to his heart. An amused smile plays on his lips as the Bough Keeper deafly reaches out for Neuvillette's hand to hold in order to guide him to the table as he guided him to this place before, not without pressing a gentle kiss on the back of his hand first. ◜That is for me to judge if it's the case, do you not think?◞ He huffs a soundless chuckle, then he squeezes his hand a tad. ◜Since we're here, let us enjoy this moment, shall we?◞

For filling the void in my heart that would never be filled, and for making me find happiness in a life that knew no justice... I thank you, ol Mph Arsl Gaiol.

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[kradogsrats]

anyway you can be reasonably certain that at any given moment my brain is about 45% occupied by the tension between my “Kpp’Ar has eight-year-old horse-girl obsession energy regarding unicorns” headcanon and my “Kpp’Ar has never ridden a horse in his life and would vocally prefer walking the entire way to Umber Tor over spending even five minutes seated on one of those awful beasts” headcanon

[manslaught]

mikayla + weapons (and jewelry, technically)

since i don't think i've talked about it before (or if i have, it was like five years ago), mikayla has a magical charm bracelet, with each of its charms having the ability to turn into a weapon. it was something she irritated a child of hephaestus, axle (pending oc), into making for her. the bracelet is made entirely of celestial bronze, so it's too strong to be torn off her wrist—but even if it did fall off somehow, due to its magic, it will reappear on her wrist within minutes, the same way percy's pen reappears in his pocket. currently, it has five charms—four of them are a knife, a sword, a shield, and a spear, which all turn into their respective weapons when she wants them to. all of them are made of celestial bronze. the fifth stands out from the others, because it's made of blackened steel, not bronze. it's another knife, which morphs into a black military-grade tactical knife, made in steel. this one took more convincing for axle to make for her, because it's a human weapon, designed to hurt mortals, not monsters or celestial beings, but it felt necessary for mikayla, since her father taught her to fear mortals, too. as time goes on, she likely will annoy them into making more, but currently, these are the weapons she uses the most, with the spear being her primary.

[burstinginferno]

it’s after midnight so it’s only FIVE days left until i get to see my lovers and spend over a week with them. i’m absolutely thrilled. i still have so much to do to get ready but still i’m hoping the next few days fly by.