#Starless Dreams

[powderseas]

im still here

[the-anxious-acrobat]

the murray twins 🤍🖤

[bookoflovingghosts]

currently reading

[therefugeofbooks]

some queer adults books i enjoyed reading last year ✨️

[webaloo]

I made her buff by accident... but it looks cool so idc!! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

[old-antecedent]

I Am So Glad Miraak Is Dead

Allow me to preface this with my condolences. I believe many of you have been beguiled by Miraak's charming voice, rugged looks, and general intelligence. I understand why this has attracted you to him. There is a reason I chose him as my champion. But all things come to an end, and there is a very good reason Miraak could not be allowed to live. For my part, it is as I have said before. He would not have been under my control if he were to leave Apocrypha, and I find that unacceptable. A reason for you to require Miraak's death is also available, should my desires not be enough. This reason is convoluted, but I shall simplify it for your understanding and for expedience. It is laid as bare as possible in the verse Miraak forced upon the minds of Solstheim's residents. Here in his shrine That they have forgotten Here do we toil That we might remember ... And when the world shall listen And when the world shall see And when the world remembers That world will cease to be I have highlighted only the relevant passages here. The verse has no end, and the last line shown leads into the first. In recognizing this, you now realize that Miraak has cast himself and his shrine for a key role in some sort of Mundus-destroying plot. A perfect reason to kill him. But many have had similar intent and been dissuaded, or somehow redeemed otherwise. Miraak's schemes are too involved to dissuade him of. They revolve around the All-Maker of the Skaal. The Skaal are a truly ancient branch of nordic culture, isolated from the world and its influences since the time of Ysgramor. Their beliefs have, as such, twisted upon themselves to the point of being unrecognizable to an untrained observer. Of most important note is the All-Maker, a unique figure found in the Skaal religion. Now, you must understand that before their secrets were given to me by old Crag-Strider, the Skaal's beliefs were... fuzzily-defined in Apocrypha. (The Aldudaggavelashadingas were, at the time, still lost to the whole of the Aurbis. No one had them, and so no one could use them to trace the lineage of the Skaal's beliefs. At current they reside only in Apocrypha.) Point being, Miraak did not know much about the beliefs of the Skaal. He assumed and jumped to conclusions. Knowing that the Skaal were animistic rather than worshipping a specific deity, he believed the All-Maker to be a blend of Doom Drum and Aka-Tusk. Doom Drum as the shaper of the Mundus and Aka-Tusk as the material of which the Mundus is comprised, through being the soul of Anuiel. Knowing how the world was created, he intended to have his temple (in the shape of a wheel with the tallest All-Maker stone at the center, how clever) mantle the Mundus, himself mantle its grand architect/materials, and close out the kalpa as the newly ascended world-eater and god of Men. He would then create a new world of his own make. This is where his little poem found its memory theme. When the world remembers the All-Maker as he believed the Skaal knew it, the world will be forced to see him as the All-Maker in his little shrine. And since the shrine is designed to mantle the Wheel, the world can be ended through Miraak eating the stone his shrine is made of, I suppose. "That world will cease to be / Here in his shrine", because his shrine is the world. Unsurprisingly, Miraak was incorrect about the All-Maker. It is more a blend of Sithis and Doom Drum, and so he would not have been able to achieve his goals as he had structured them. But this inevitable defeat does not mean he did not have to die. The sort of man who will spend aeons scheming to become the ruler and destroyer of all reality for his own gratification is not the sort of man you want running around, no matter who he associates with. It was in everyone's best interests to kill him.

[rewirenova]

Between the release of ASC Shadow and the TOH finale, I would like to formally apologize in advance for the person I'm going to become at the start of April

[autumnalwalker]

A Dream About An Endgame 

I am in a place that resembles a cross between used bookstore and antique shop.  The labyrinthine aisle meander and loop around for what must be miles at least. Books and knickknacks cover every shelf, island, and table; so many that some are forced to pile up on the floor.  The materials and level of the flooring varies, but at the moment I am standing at the bottom of a small flight of five or six steps in an area with orange-ish clay shards for pavement.

I am helping several of the gathered people realize who they are.  This place has grown crowded over the past few hours with confused people that could be reasonably mistaken for cosplayers.  Not necessarily what one would normally accurate cosplayers as they capture the spirit of characters more than their “canonical” appearance.  They are, in fact, the characters themselves in truth, although it is only slowly dawning on them as the final act approaches. 

I finish sorting out this group - especially tricky as there are several versions of the same character from different retellings present - and move on.  There is someone I hope to find before everything ends. 

Besides the characters, there are a handful of others present, avatars of broad archetypes and natural forces, the child heroes whom everything rests on, and the Sulfurs and Thistles.  The Sulfurs and Thistles are something like guardians and caretakers of this place.  I am unclear on the distinction between them, but there seems to be an incomplete overlap between them and the archetypes.

And then there is me, an interloping outsider who should not be here.  This is not my first visit to this place, but for everyone it is their last.  I have come to learn that one of the Thistles is my true mother. 

I catch sight of one of the Seasons (Spring, not Autumn as I’d hoped but still a friend), call out to her, and begin walking with her through the winding aisles.  She shifts between forms of animal and human fluidly as a dream.  I have already done the most important duty entrusted to me and guided the young heroes to the places that they must begin from, so now I have a few short hours left for my personal pursuit.  My constant stopping to help the characters realize who they are is honestly unnecessary by this point.  They’ve already begun to congregate into groups of heroes and villains.  As Spring and I pass by I catch snippets of dialogue as they begin to recite their lines in remixed recreation of iconic-and-now-intersecting scenes.  My heart is lifted as I recognize a handful of characters that I know will switch from the side of the villains to the side of the heroes when their moments come.  I stop to pet a statue of a cute creature for luck and Spring admonishes me for falling behind and nearly knocking a set of small glass animals off a shelf.  

We both know that elsewhere in this place - far from here but not too far - the end has already begun.  Floors are flooding and the ceiling and walls are cracking open into a nothingness that consumes all in a terrible wind.  What kind of world comes next after everything resets will depend on the young heroes.

Spring and I find a nice quiet place to rest and wait for the young heroes to find us (find her) or not.  I begin to ask her about a Graysonthistle.  Or maybe a Gaylordthistle.  I cannot properly recall the name, only that it it started with a “G” and contained an “ay”.  I am cut off by the arrival of a Thistle dressed in the image of an elven forest warrior in green-and-brown leather armor and war paint. 

I recognize her although she does not recognize me.  The last time I was here (several years ago) I stood out in my beige slacks and navy blue corduroy jacket she found cute for all that she didn’t want me here.  Now, in my gold-trimmed dress with my crook of living wood, I easily pass as a Sulfur or Thistle, or even an archetype.  Perhaps the Junior Spring or Autumn.

The Thistle asks Spring about a question that’s been bugging her.  Not that it really matters this close to the end, but she would like to slake this last bit of curiosity while she still has the time.  A Sulfur whom she trusts to be unfailingly accurate issued a notice some time back to apprehend a certain interloping outsider who somehow managed to sneak into this place not once but twice.  The part she can’t understand is that the detection report registered the intruder as being male last time but female last time.  She hopes that Spring can clear this up for her and maybe even help her find the outsider.

Spring laughs at fated serendipity. 

I smile and prepare to introduce myself to my mother.

[catilinas]

hey um please drop the linc to the cicero jr/octavian fic. please thank you

here u go

[the-anxious-acrobat]

[tiny-huts]

The ghost king is, I think, one of my favorite Drizzt books but my one major criticism is given the fact that bastard rock supreme canonically wouldn't let Jarlaxle trance/sleep normally for large chunks of that book his behavior should have been 60% more deranged. Have you ever been really sleep deprived. Like REALLY sleep deprived. The bitches who know know

[entwinedreams]

OC BIRTHDAYS!

beaulieu siblings

ariane, december 12th jason, march 2nd andromache, april 22nd selene, feb 21st

rhiannon stellaro, oct 22nd.

salem mocchain, june 7th.

yukimura emi, august 30th.

iwakura yuko, april 4th.

imogen drosselmeier, may 1st.

viktoriya passerine, march 1st.

alaia d’aramitz, dec 24th.

mina shräder, november 29th

[colaloli]

A Bite of Happiness- Kasumi June Bride 2023 4☆ card story -part 1-

(bustling streets, Kasumi walks up to Saki)

Kasumi: Oh, if it isn't Saki-san.

Saki: Kasumi-san, hello.

Kasumi: Are you heading to Starless right now? If so, let me accompany you.

Saki: Sure, please do.

Kasumi: ….. Hm? There's a line over there. Seems like it's for some kind of store.

Saki: Has there always been a store like that over there?

Kasumi: Ah~ come to think of it, I recently got a flyer saying that a new store will be opening in this area.

I think it was a cake shop with a dine-in space.

Then, today is probably their opening day, right~?

Saki: I see, so it's a new cake shop…..

Kasumi: Are you curious about it? Then I guess we should check it out for a bit!

Saki: But there's quite a long line.

Going there right before a show, are we going to make it on time?

Kasumi: It's okay! All the preparations needed are done.

Besides, when it comes to sweets, I think the best time to have them is whenever you want to~

Saki: Thank you very much. Then, I'll take your word for it.

(Inside the cake shop)

Saki: Umm….. The queue isn't quite moving, isn't it?

Kasumi: Since it's the opening day, I feel that the staff aren't used to yet~

It's pretty hectic here inside the store.

Saki: I see, it must be difficult.

Kasumi: Well, for today, should we just have them for take-out?

The best time to have them is whenever you want to, but holding on for a bit to eat the cakes makes it absolutely delicious, too!

Saki: I guess you're right.

Kasumi: Let's eat them together after today's performance.

Saki: That sounds great! Let's do that then.

Kasumi: Thinking that there's cake waiting for us makes me want to work harder during the show than usual~

Now, it's time to think carefully on what cake to buy.

Masterlist

[tempestforged]

@abyssmalice replied to your post “-> "Arlecchino once challenged me to take down a...”:

because that was MY crayon--my FAVORITE, PINK CRAYON :(

-> In times like this, he asks himself one rather simple question: What would Rosalyne do? To which the answer remains simple and perfect, a hand slipping inside his coat to take out a paper bag filled to the brim with sweets of all varieties before placing them into a flailing hand without a sound... and then messing with the Youngest's Harbinger's hair for good measure.

"That... explains why the crayon exploded when it accidentally caught fire." And here he thought that destroying the evidence was a smarter idea, next time he's feeding the Ruin Guard to the saurian that keeps following him everywhere.

[cpirits]

(( 𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 || @saintuxrio said: [ "I'm attracted to boys but at what cost?" - Kiki @ Mu ]

★ ━━━━━━ "BABE!! Get out here, we need to have a talk with Kiki!" He motioned for Kiki to sit next to him as they waited for Aldebaran to appear. It was time to discuss things with Kiki.

[daemonduality]

Unfortunately, I didn't come back for vacation reasons.

I've been investigating a series of strange events involving a chain letter.

For those who don't know what it is, a chain letter is a letter you recieve that requests you send it to a number of people in exchange for something. Some chain letters will say something good will happen if you complete this while others state something bad still happen if you don't. It's the equivalent of seeing a "reblog this if you want to get money / or don't and get run over" posts you see on Tumblr. Usually it's seen as a joke.

Except in this case, this particular chain letter has the power to enforce its consequences.

You get the letter through snail mail. And the message is this.

Upon reading this, send this message to ten people you know in thirty days, or risk losing all the good luck you'll have in your life.

Reading the mail counts as your consent to the terms. No, I don't know how a contract like that is created.

It's an ingenious scheme though. Because the contract will start stealing a person's good luck once those thirty days are up and the request unfulfilled. And when people start getting bouts of bad luck, they'll think back on this letter and get superstitious and do it. Hence, it almost guarantees its spread.

Usually it doesn't get too bad. Luck is something that can be recovered - it's ultimately a form of karma after all.

The problem though is if the person threw away the letter, even if they remembered it's existence. The message must be recreated perfectly in its entirety. Otherwise, it doesn't count.

And if once you reach a threshold of losing most of your good luck, you can become prone to very lethal accidents, like Final Destination-brand of lethal accidents.

I got brought into the case when someone's tie went into the garbage disposal and dragged the person towards the disposal. You'd expect them to be strangled to death, but no. Instead, it gradually tightened so hard like a vice that it snapped their neck instead. The fact all the kitchen cabinets were mysteriously lock or stuck preventing access to knives and scissors made people suspect a supernatural component.

And that's when they discovered the letter in his trash can. The man also has some recently discovered terrible proclivities that likely predisposed him to having very bad karma, which is why events accelerated so fast. He didn't get a chance to rectify his mistake.

And now I'm involved in the case.