#In the Shade of Aurelias

[pearlypairings]

Day 6:

Pushed through the brain fog and wrote exactly 400 words for In the Shade of Aurelias 💛

New November goal!

Aiming to write at least 400 words a day on any wip 🥰

Feel free to send an ask for a snippet of that day's addition for proof (and sneak peeks!) 😉

It'll keep me honest :)

[empyreansentinel]

nisha had to die bc if she survived to 3 they'd be unstoppable.

[el-michoacano]

Aurelia is not an OC. She was in the very first episode of Breaking Bad! See? This was her! 😂

[pearlypairings]

WIP word: good

excerpt from the next chapter of my hellcheer fantasy-au:

His fingers curl over his scar slowly, the rest of him tense from her reaction. His gaze drifts to the tall bushes he pushed through just minutes earlier. “You know, we aren’t evil or impure at our core. Our powers can be beautiful and good, they’re not curses like they’d have you believe.” The trees in all their dark splendor seem to leer over them now, with Christine feeling a slight shiver creep along her neck. “I don’t…I don’t know what I believe anymore.” 

hint: the "he" in this quote isn't Eddie :P

[blueberry-gills]

Do you think the Drifloon would hate me if I combined all the current name suggestions I have for her so she has like ten middle names or something

[whoneedslovewhenyouhaveknives]

out of the shade (and into the light) has been finished!

Thank you to everyone gave this fic a kudos, comment, or just checked it out!

In celebration, I'm posting the AU art I drew for the Agents underneath the cut!

Above were the original concept sketches for Marika, or Agent 4! I knew I wanted her to have the large scars on her face and tentacles, but got a little mixed up in the timeline when I drew this. This was supposed to be post-Metro, as her eyes and scar have changed color, but I forgot to give her the ink scars around her eyes and on her tentacles, plus her warped ear, so... a concept sketch it will remain.

More Marika, this time after just being freed from sanitization! Not all the sanitized ink is outta her system yet, hence the funky and fading coloration. She is Tired.

Finally for Marika, we have her mid-sanitization! I had a lot of fun with the goopy ink effects and the coloring!

Next agent up, we've got Ikuko, or Agent 3! She was very fun to draw, even if I grabbed my dying black pen to color her cape instead of my gray one... Oh well, it added a cool texture at least.

And lastly, from literal sketch to lineart to coloring, we have Taeko, or Agent 8! She was definitely the most... interesting to draw, with all the suction cups, but she turned out really nice! Since she wears a lot of black, I went with more of a hatching thing rather than straight coloring.

[itsdancingquen]

comm I did for @pearlypairings and their fic In the Shade of Aurelias, another incredible one please go read it!!!! This was so much fun to make!

I still can't how many of my commissions are all those incredible talented writers wow I feel like im dreaming 😭

[si11ypiratecat]

I just downloaded a bunch of maxiel for an upcoming trip, so here are my faves in no particular order:

- a motorhome named martha by quagswagging

- anything to get the rush by kingsguarding

- caught you coming alive by pinesolprincess

- drove through ghosts to get here (orphaned by author)

- find what you love (and let it kill you) by toastandvegemite

- hard to settle, spark my shade by anonymous

- hey, remember that time by powerfulowl

- in that iron ground by aurelia

- kissin’ in the morning sun by whitewolfcraft

- let me know if i’m reading this right by toastandvegemite

- move along through the dark by anonymous

- stay on my side tonight by greenpeas

Honestly, I have so many more bookmarked but this will be lovely to read on the beach the coming weeks 🥰

Knowing that anon you will be having a lovely time to read some nice fics on the beach makes me so happy tooooo ☺️☺️

thank you for so many recommendations~ maxiel fic is a gold mine seriously!! I remember ‘reading this right’ being funny and fluffy towards the end and it brought so many stupid smiles onto my face! ‘iron ground’ and ‘stay on my side’ are also in my bookmarks and I can’t wait to have some good time with them soon

[acronym-chaos]

The Vast Inspired ID Pack

[PT: The Vast Inspired ID Pack].

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Aella, Aether, Altair, Altan, Arcus, Argo, Atmos, Aurel, Aurelia, Borealis, Celes, Cirrus, Clio, Cosmo, Dorian, Drift, Eira, Eos, Ether, Gale, Galen, Horizon, Icarus, Ilma, Ion, Janus, Kael, Kepler, Lorelai, Lumen, Lyra, Maia, Miren, Nebula, Nimbus, Nova, Nyx, Orion, Phaedra, Polaris, Pyxis, Quillan, Selene, Skye, Solara, Solaris, Stellar, Stratos, Tempus, Thalassa, Ursa, Ventus, Zephira, Zephyr

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Ae / Air / Airs, Aby / Abys / Abyss, Astra / Astral / Astrals, Bound / Boundless / Bounds, Clo / Clou / Cloud, Drift / Drifts / Drifts, Echo / Echos / Echos, End / Endless / End, Flo / Float / Floats, Hi / High / Highs, Horizon / Horizons / Horizons, Sy / Sky / Skies, Soar / Soars / Soars, Sta / Ar / Star, Va / Vas / Vast, Wi / Wind / Winds, Vo / Voi / Void

Titles

[PT: Titles].

A Gaze Into Infinity, A Soul Bound to the Sky, An Entity Lost in the Clouds, Avatar of the Vast, Sky-Touched Being, The Boundless Wanderer, The Echo in the Void, The Endless Fall, The One Who Floats Through Space, The Skyward Gazer, The Unfathomable Depth, [Pronoun] Who Soars Above the Clouds, [Pronoun] Who Commands the Sky, [Pronoun] Who Drifts Through the Abyss, [Pronoun] Who Seeks No Horizon

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom, end ID]

Requested by anon!

Also tagging: @id-pack-archive

[heracrosshero]

Making a return

Massacre Girl stood still in the middle of the room, listening to Aurelia's gentle breaths. Gentle isn't something Massacre Girl would ever associate with the Boros archangel, nor was vulnerable. It was abundantly clear to her that there would never be a better opportunity to assassinate a guildmaster, especially of the Boros. Just one quick drag of a dagger, and all of Ravnica would be in an uproar by morning.

It would be. so. easy. Massacre Girl fantasized about all the angelic blood pouring out of Aurelia's neck. Of how it would stain the white linen sheets she rested upon. Oh to see those sheets ripped to shreds from her blades. To see the briefest moment when the pain would shock Aurelia awake, only for the bloodloss to instantly pull that consciousness away... Forever.

Massacre girl imagined what an angel's wings drenched in blood and guts would look like. What shade of red would they turn? What noises would escape Aurelia's throat as it was cut? How would her strong arms feel around Massacre Girl's waist?

...What was that last one?

The Rakdos woman mentally stuttered to redirect her thoughts away from that anomaly. However, each attempt only lead to new paths of strange curiosity quite unrelated to bloodshed. Aurelia's deep, booming voice, reduced to a sweet whisper in her ear. Those soft, downy wings acting as a thick blanket over her back.

What was happening here?!

Try as she might, Massacre Girl couldn't separate her usual bloodlust from this new lust. These feelings twisted together into a lightning storm in her brain and body. As an assassin, Massacre Girl was always professional; the definition cold blooded killer. However, as a Rakdos cultist, her nature was to follow her emotions, not to hide from them.

And while this turmoil wracked Massacre Girl, Aurelia continued to slumber without a care in the world.

How insufferable

Massacre Girl finally decided on a new path to take. She needed time to process, but she'd be damned if she walked away here without a victory over Aurelia. Massacre Girl drew out a thing dagger from its sheath without a sound. She slid her feet across the cold floor until her head loomed over the angel's prone body. With the tip of her weapon, she shifted Aurelia's dusk-red hair away from her neck.

With a swipe like the blink of an eye, Massacre Girl cut a lock of that hair. Holding this trophy in her hands, she grinned and leered at Aurelia.

Now to leave a calling card. Otherwise she might not notice I gave her a tiny trim.

Massacre Girl reached down to her belt and tucked away the hair. Then, she unhooked a black collar and leash that she had carried with her, just on a whim. Massacre Girl gingerly placed the collar and leash on the bedside table next to Aurelia. Then she briefly went back into the entry room of Aurelia's quarters and found pen and paper to write a note. With her surprise complete, Massacre Girl felt satisfied enough with herself to leave before she pushed her luck too far. She had been humiliated by herself enough tonight, she wasn't going to wait for Aurelia to wake up and do worse.

With one last glance at that beautiful, insufferable soldier, Massacre Girl slipped out of the room and back into the dark, stark halls.

When Aurelia awoke the next morning, she rubbed her eyes and stretched before noticing the object left on her table. Fire blazed in her pupils and her heart rate shot up as she lunged to grab the collar she had once put on Massacre Girl to keep her in check. Attached to it was a short note in scratchy handwriting:

"Returning this to you. Had a fun time wearing it.

P.S you should really redecorate in here, it's boring. XOXO, M.G."

[pearlypairings]

 "Magic can be beautiful….” Eddie raises his chin and takes one hopeful glance at the sky, maybe seeking the appearance of the first star to twinkle beyond the trees. Christine looks up with him, but is unable to see anything beyond the darkening sky of branches and leaves and trunks. His voice mellows, somber and careful in its timbre. Without warning, he sings. His voice is soft at first, rich in its alto notes. It pulls her in immediately, and her fingers buzz knowing this is more than just noise. The song builds with purpose in mind, and she hurries a glance away from his mouth and back to the canopied sky.  Little lights twinkle amidst the crowd of leaves and overlapping branches; they dance and dazzle on their own, mesmerizing Christine as they glide together to form a familiar shape above them with the swell of his voice: golden petals of an aurelia flower.

Special thank you to Honeymell/ @itsdancingquen for creating this stunning commission for my fic In the Shade of Aurelias AKA one of my favorite scenes where Eddie gets to show off a little for Chrissy :)

Go check out more of her art and commission one yourself, you won't regret it <3 !

PS: i'm so sorry for the long pause in updates. this fic is so precious to me and I will return to it when I'm finished with my other longfics <3 thank you to those who've read, commented, and checked in with me about it<33

[midnightsun-if]

Since I shared the other ROs introductions, or sneak peeks into theirs, I thought I'd share a bit of our resident phoenix!

Cyrus:

"I apologize for getting in your way," he rushes out, clearly preoccupied as his gaze keeps flitting around the area as a whole. "I must admit that I haven't been paying that much attention to my surroundings. You're not injured, are you?"

He almost seemed deeply troubled by the very notion — something you're about to comment on before Blake intercepts in a teasing voice: "Would you kiss it better if I was?"

If it were at all possible, the man seemed to turn an even grander shade of red, as he looked towards the smiling half-demon with an almost aghast expression. "I don't even know you."

Blake saunters closer, settling by your side. "Blake Herrera." He tilts his head, a wry smirk tugging at his lips. "Aren't you going to introduce yourself now? It's only polite."

"Cy—" He clears his throat. "Cyrus."

"Nice to meet you, Cyrus." Regina's chipper voice calls out from the back. "I'm Regina."

The interjection seemed to have settled something Cyrus, as well as finally cooling Blake's jets, as the bubbly human makes her way to the front of the group; an action that finally gives you a moment, now that you didn't have to worry about Blake potentially causing a scene, to get a better look at the man that stands in front of you.

Short, platinum blonde hair is styled neatly, each strand perfectly in place, gleaming like spun silver under the light; framing his face with precision, accentuating his striking features. Delicately boned — with high cheekbones, a straight nose, and a strong jawline — gives him an air of both elegance and strength; something you're not even sure the man himself is aware of. Golden-red eyes — that are solely focused on whatever it is Regina was saying — seemed to burn with an inner-fire, constantly shifting from fiery gold to burning crimson; the ever-changing colors complementing the lightly tanned quality of his skin, a color that slightly reminded you of warm honey.

For all of Cyrus' clearly flustered state, you could definitely tell that he was part of a well-off family, given the state of his clothing: the attire impeccably tailored, enhancing his lithe frame, with the fabric clearly being rich and luxurious in quality, yet understated in its overall elegance. The most eye-catching detail of the ensemble being the embroidered symbol of a phoenix on his left breast pocket; made from threads of shimmering gold and crimson, reflecting the hues of his gaze perfectly.

A phoenix… The sight of the mystical bird causes a jolt to rock through your body, your gaze widening slightly, your mind finally seems to register who it was that you were standing in front of.

Cyrus Aurelia, Heir to the Eclipse Throne…

Cyra:

"I apologize for getting in your way," she rushes out, clearly preoccupied as her gaze keeps flitting around the area as a whole. "I must admit that I haven't been paying that much attention to my surroundings. You're not injured, are you?"

She almost seemed deeply troubled by the very notion — something you're about to comment on before Blake intercepts in a teasing voice: "Would you kiss it better if I was?"

If it were at all possible, the woman seemed to turn an even grander shade of red, as she looked towards the smiling half-demon with an almost aghast expression. "I don't even know you."

Blake saunters closer, settling by your side. "Blake Herrera." She tilts her head, a wry smirk tugging at her lips. "Aren't you going to introduce yourself now? It's only polite."

"Cy—" She clears her throat. "Cyra."

"Nice to meet you, Cyra." Reginald's chipper voice calls out from the back. "I'm Reginald."

The interjection seemed to have settled something Cyra, as well as finally cooling Blake's jets, as the bubbly human makes his way to the front of the group; an action that finally gives you a moment, now that you didn't have to worry about Blake potentially causing a scene, to get a better look at the woman that stands in front of you.

Shoulder-length, platinum blonde hair is styled neatly, each strand perfectly in place, gleaming like spun silver under the light; framing her face with precision, accentuating her striking features. Delicately boned — with high cheekbones, a straight nose, and a strong jawline — gives her an air of both elegance and strength; something you're not even sure the woman herself is aware of. Golden-red eyes — that are solely focused on whatever it is Reginald was saying — seemed to burn with an inner-fire, constantly shifting from fiery gold to burning crimson; the ever-changing colors complementing the lightly tanned quality of her skin, a color that slightly reminded you of warm honey.

For all of Cyra's' clearly flustered state, you could definitely tell that she was part of a well-off family, given the state of her clothing: the attire impeccably tailored, enhancing her lithe frame, with the fabric clearly being rich and luxurious in quality, yet understated in its overall elegance. The most eye-catching detail of the ensemble being the embroidered symbol of a phoenix on her left breast pocket; made from threads of shimmering gold and crimson, reflecting the hues of her gaze perfectly.

A phoenix… The sight of the mystical bird causes a jolt to rock through your body, your gaze widening slightly, your mind finally seems to register who it was that you were standing in front of.

Cyra Aurelia, Heir to the Eclipse Throne…

[smallgodseries]

[image description: A stunning Black woman with a large afro, a short red dress, retro wedge heels, a tattooed on her right shoulder and a pair of earrings in the shape of a rifle sight. Other sights appear all around her as she kneels in front of the Earth, holding a smoking pistol with a ridiculously long barrel. Text reads, “57, Nefertiti Smith, Travel Agent .006 ~ The Small God of Seeing the Sights”]

• • • • • •

Velvet curtains cover the windows.  Velvet tapestries drape the walls. The overall result is like walking into a bordello, or the heart of a teddy bear the size of a Titan.  It’s easy enough to imagine this opulent space, dripping as it is with crystal chandeliers and golden gilt, as a playground for children too large to be contained by any structure sized for humanoid bipeds.

The idea that all intelligent life must follow the basic blueprint of Earth is quaint and so outdated as to have become antiquated, and most people with any sense of adventure have long since abandoned it.  Those who haven’t are likely to find themselves swallowed by the sapient slimes of Rigel IV, who don’t much care for being so casually dismissed.  Have your right to sapience challenged one time too many, learn the delights of human flesh, as Professor Winchell always used to say.  Or not.  Some species never turn to man-eating, and choose instead to block humanity’s expansions into greater space.  They have no time for small-minded bigots, they say, and no one who’s met many humans can really argue with them.

But people who’ve me the right humans can sometimes make a decent case for allowing them to expand.

She steps into the club like she owns the place, like the party has been waiting for her arrival before truly getting started.  She doesn’t walk; she dances, every step a perfect extension of the one before.  Her dress is a shade of red subtly different from the curtains.  It should clash.  Instead, it makes her look all the more valuable, against a backdrop of suddenly cheapened velvet.  Her heels are tall; so is her hair.  She is the best of what humanity has to offer, and if far too few of her admirers understand her divinity, that’s fine.  She knows she’s a goddess.  She’s the only one who matters here.

Belly up to the bar, Nefertiti Smith flags down a server, a smile on her gilded lips.  “Tell Dave I’m here,” she instructs.

There’s always a Dave.  Boston to Betelgeuse, there’s always a Dave.  And he always knows her, and he’s always happy when she arrives.

Tourists are good for business, after all.

• • • • • •

Artist Lee Moyer (Trident of Aurelia, 13th Age) and author Seanan McGuire (Wayward Children, October Daye & InCryptid series) sincerely appreciate you, whether or not you're a Dave.

[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

New Goal List for NEW Models

So first off, I officially finished my new years resolution from last year several months ago. And reached the models on the list I aimed to make. But obviously that hasn't stopped me from making even more.

So late Yay! Anyways as you all know I am now making My Little Pony Faunus Models too for Remnant. But that's actually been something I've been planing for months as well. I just wanted to test it and see if they'd be any good or well recived which Applejack very much was...

So yeah here's the new updated list involving them as well, also Eves been moved up cause Sun's Cousin kinda feels like a excuse to genderswap Sun so why not...

Note This list does not include (Incubitches or Succubitches) because those are not entirely new models but altered ones.

01.) Pearl Arc (Jaune's genius little sister)

02.) Applejack (MLP)

03.) Viola Arc (Youngest Sister)

04.) Pinkie Pie (MLP)

05.) Beryl Arc (Tomboy sister)

06.) Spike (MLP)

07.) Rarity (MLP)

08.) Livia & Lapis Arc (Arc Twins)

09.) Rainbow Dash (MLP)

10.) Rogue Arc (Oldest Sister)

11.) Juniper Arc (Mama Arc)

12.) Fluttershy (MLP)

13.) Twilight Sparkle (MLP)

14.) Eve Tarus

15.) Sunset Shimmer (MLP)

16.) Starr Sanzang (Sun's Cousin)

17.) Starlight Glimmer (MLP)

18.) Coco Adel

19.) Celestia (MLP)

20.) Nebula Violette

21.) Luna (MLP)

22.) Dew Gayl

23.) Apple Bloom (MLP)

24.) Gwen Darcy

25.) Sweetie Belle (MLP)

26.) Octavia Emher

27.) Scootaloo (MLP)

28.) Ann Greene (Beacon's Stealth & Security Teacher)

29.) Maud Pie (MLP)

30.) Iris Marilla (Second Year Bacon Student Fall Survior)

31.) Ember (MLP)

32.) Rowena Sunnybrook (Shade's Weapons Training Teacher)

33.) Trixie

34.) Xanthe Rumpole (Shade's History Teacher)

35). Gabby (MLP)

36.) Lisa Lavander

37.) Ember (MLP)

38.) Stella (Hei's Secretary)

39.) Aurelia (Neo's Teacher from the Book)

40.) Crocea Mors (Tsukumogami)

41.) Atlas Milfs (Jaune's Fanclub)

[holylustration]

The edits continue, so have a snippet...

Predator & Prey's penultimate chapter's edits are a little unwieldy, as my mind keeps racing to add new tidbits to it. Still, I think it is coming together quite nicely.

But in the meantime, because my inbox is getting some traffic about My Knight So Daring, just know I haven't forgotten! In fact... I have a little treat as a show of good faith (especially for those of you asking about more Infernus Master :devil:)!

“Need a hand there, miss?” 

She turned, a wary gray eye half-shaded by the veil of the fascinator pinned atop golden curls spotted the figure she’d missed when she’d first entered the stables. Tall, perhaps a little taller than her husband, and just as broad, was leaning against a post. She saw flickering ember of his lho stick in the reflection of his eyes, cast in the shadow of the barn. Slowly, the figure leaned forward, and she saw the coarse pattern of stubble on his jaw and the weathered brow set with deep lines. He didn’t look like a stablehand, more like some worker pulled off the machine line, for two fingers were replaced with augments and he had splotches of grease on his loose shirt.

“I can manage on my own,” Aurelia replied. Somewhere, there had to be a ladder and a post. How else were ladies and their voluminous skirts supposed to mount their faithful steeds? “But thank you.”

“I see.” Around the lho stick, the man’s lips curved into a smile. His eyes followed suit, warm in their regard.  “Not Guisornian, then?” 

“Is my accent that obvious?”

“Maybe a little.” The hay crunched under a soiled leather workboot as he moved. The metal toe caps caught the faint reflection of the sun filtering in through one of the skyholes. “More like you haven’t already ordered me about.” 

As he spoke, Aurelia thought she heard the slightest familiarity in accent - the rhotic touch to his words, not unlike her own. A curious thing; she filed it away, not daring in that moment to give in to the sudden homesickness. “I like my independence.”

He chuckled. “I can tell.” He plucked the lho stick from his lips and gazed towards the paddock gate, where a few horses were grazing out of troughs and stretching their legs. “Just shout if you need me.” He glanced at her from the corner of his eye; it traveled along her from head to toe. “Shame for that dress to get covered in hay.” 

A faint heat crept up her cheeks. He likely hadn’t meant it in that way, the way in which men and women might roll in the hay. Many were the stories of scandal of trysts with stablehands. And Aurelia was beginning to see why, if they all had strong hands, dark hair, and smile lines. She nodded. “I will.”

Aurelia listened to the retreating sound of his footsteps and the creak of the gate before turning her attention back to the task at hand: determining which of these stabled horses belonged to the de Gauvain family.

[tavi-calypso]

Who's your least favorite Vault Hunter and your least favorite non-VH Borderlands character

Ooh. Tough question as i havent played that many VHs, (only Zer0, Mordy, Fl4K and Tim) so im gonna go character wise.

Character wise, my least favorite VH is PROBABLY Aurelia. I just dont like her character at all, she hasnt given me *good* character vibes in the moments ive seen her (BL3)

And my least favorite nonVH character is either Shade or Claptrap.