#a windy dawn

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Yexiao: A Windy Dawn

Awakened Suit: A Windy Dawn

You can find the original suit here.

[dk-thrive]

Twilight to Sunrise Time Lapse. 6:15 to 7:40 am. 85 minutes in 15 seconds. 22° F, feels like 9° F, wind gusts up to 30 mph. January 9, 2025. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. (@dkct25)

[iamthewindything]

I made a dumb thing for the five whole people who enjoy dotnw

[great-tusk]

I need her so that she and Turtwig can sit on my shelf and I can come over and give her a little kiss on the top of her head when I’m too stressed to sleep.

[aether-link]

Seeing air bender tattoos fully feels so scandalous. This is probably what Kavik felt like when he saw Yangchen in that one scene 😳

[raintailed]

silly mons for a pokemon/warrior cats crossover group thing :]

Shockpaw (any pronouns), a joltik :] When they spin webs, their star particles sometimes get stuck on the webbing. Also, Shockpaw would much rather cling to a larger warrior and take a nap rather than actually participate during dawn patrol lol

Bouncepaw (she/her), a gastly who had been released by her previous trainer (the trainer was not prepared to care for a gastly, but instead of returning her to the breeder, they decided to release her instead...). She likes to play pranks on trespassers, usually by staring ominously at them from a distance >:]

[neechees]

Until Dawn movie in the works.

[lovekia]

[scytheral]

ㅤ⬧ㅤSETTiOViㅤ:ㅤA gender That feels Windy , Icy , Almost Frostbitten , Yet soft Like a Kiss from the Snow.

001ㅤ——ㅤCoined by The Prince.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ002ㅤ——ㅤRequested by Anon.

[ PT / Settiovi: a gender that feels windy, icy, almost frostbitten, yet soft like a kiss from the snow. / END PT. ]

Pronounciation: se-tee-ouhl-vee

[windy-trickster]

The Voice of The Goddess

1 / 2 The crackling of static droned throughout an empty, unlit dingy room. The static, oddly rhythmic, was playing from a banged up looking husktop atop of an old dusty counter. That was Psiloc's husktop, but this wasn't Psiloc's hive. No, it was some old, abandoned hive the Purpleblood had found in his travels, the place where he'd normally meet up with regulars to play his little role as a dealer of sorts. Normally he'd only be here in the best of spirits, chatting it up with friends and clients with his usual goofy grin and laxed speech pattern. Tho he was alone to night. Just him, the dull glow from his husktop and the static that blared loudly in his ears. Despite being coldblooded, his entire body from head to toe felt like it was on fire, his eyes were wide and reddened, pupils so small you could mistake him for not being born with any! His mouth agape, head casted downwards towards the husktop that sit in front of him. Everything felt so far away, but also too sickeningly close all at the same time. The aftereffects of the usual drugs he clogged himself up with were gone. Psiloc was sober. Sober after so long of diluting himself, after so long of SOMEONE ELSE fuckin' diluting him as well. A low groan escaped his lips as his head suddenly jerked upwards, a loud crack ripping through the silence. He was going to feel that the next night, or maybe he wouldn't, who knows at this rate. Nothing felt real to him, Psiloc almost wanted to believe he hadn't just violently craned his neck upwards, his eyes casted to the ceiling as the static seemed to fade out, leaving him in icy silence. The Purpleblood kept his eyes on the ceiling as if transfixed on something, something he couldn't see although knew was there. The faded reds of his normally yellowed sclera grew redder and redder by the moment as memories erupted from somewhere deep inside of him. The Clurch, his sister and her hive, the food, the drink she prepared for him that one time. How his sister seemed to avoid him, how she never seemed interested in what he did despite ALWAYS showing his support towards everything his sister did. Psiloc slowly reached up and brushed his cold fingertips against his face, his heart beating fast as he felt the minimal dried paint on his face. He dragged his nails downwards until they touched his throat, his fingers slowly curling around it as something new brushed against his ears. A voice; a woman's voice to be exact. Someone pulling him from his thoughts, his large ears perking up to catch what she was saying. It all sounded like hushed gibberish him, but something told him to keep listening. He strained, growling out softly in pain as he forced himself to block out any external noise, if there was even any present expect for the rhythmic static that sounded oh so far away by now. Psiloc gripped his throat harder, eyes wide as he stood up slowly. The voice called to him, whispering twisted thoughts and ideas into his head, a nasty miasma of murderous thoughts that Psiloc could never consider doing himself. He wasn't like the others; he wouldn't stoop to the lows of murder and bloodshed no matter how hard someone tried to force him. Although one sentence caught his attention, one he both didn't and did understand. "Rise, Seer of Light. Reclaim what has 6een taken from you." [Psiloc Cerrum is unavailable for asks]

[fayeandknight]

Little dog, big spirit

[causemecure]

[dk-thrive]

Twilight. 59° F, with rain and wind gusts up to 38 mph. 5:40 to 6:10 am. April 12, 2024. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. (@dkct25)

[tcr55]

Clovelly Beach is off to the far left, and the ocean pool is just left, I’m looking at the launching spot for people who do the swim/run thing across and around the bay.

On this blowy Sydney morning, no one was in the mood for taking on the messy, choppy water.

[suxxesphoto]

Storm Darragh Newhaven Lighthouse

Capturing Storm Darragh at Sunrise: A Morning at Newhaven Lighthouse December 2024 was marked by a series of storms, and following Storm Bert, Storm Darragh was next in line. According to weather apps, there was a promising chance of a perfectly aligned sunrise behind Newhaven Lighthouse, with breaks in the clouds creating ideal photographic conditions. I decided to take the opportunity to…