#an iridescent nebula

[raccoonfallsharder]

Just checking in that you are taking care of yourself and getting plenty of rest. You deserve the moons of Jupiter and the rings of Saturn.

during 2020 we started putting out big trays of birdseed on our balcony. and tuna and fruit for our local crows. we ended up becoming a weird community space. we get blue jays, cardinals, chickadees, crows, squirrels - all at the same time, eating together. once, a clearly domesticated parakeet that had escaped someone’s house and made a new home with a flock of sparrows. the cardinals and corvids eventually brought their babies (baby birds who are being made to eat their own food for the first time are LOUD.) since then we’ve had three generations of crows who are comfortable enough to let me sit with them on the balcony while they eat & i drink my tea. our particular flock usually comes back from march to august. everytime, i am so excited to see my little family. i can’t tell you the feeling i get when they come back for the season.

but it’s similar to how i feel when i get a message or a comment from you

you are so sweet and thoughtful. thank you for checking in. i know it doesn’t look like it but i am easing up! blackmail material is the only thing ill be working on this weekend. maybe i’ll do another kinktober prompt on the 25th. but i promise i am being good. i went to bed at a semi-reasonable hour last night and everything! and im just putting less pressure on myself which honestly makes the most difference

thank you, my dear friend, for being so good to me ♡

[genzerosity]

Atmospheric Anomaly.

[siqk0]

astronomy freak absol design!

[premiumbitch]

THINGS TO MANIFEST - FUTURISTIC THEMED PACK ! ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

hi luvs! I decided I'd make this futuristic themed pack for the people who want to manifest themselves to be a completely different person, someone they will feel confident to be! also for the amazing shifters who can script this about themselves! enjoy :)

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BEAUTY ♡ //

Your skin has a luminous, holographic quality, as if reflecting the fractal patterns of the universe.

Your eyes hold the depth of a thousand black holes, endlessly mysterious and infinitely captivating.

Your hair flows like liquid silver or shimmering stardust, defying gravity with its ethereal weightlessness.

The symmetry of your features feels algorithmically perfect, a design too flawless to be earthly.

Your presence makes others feel like they're witnessing a living masterpiece, crafted by a higher intelligence.

Light dances differently when it touches you, refracting in ways that create a halo-like aura around you.

Your beauty seems to shift and evolve, as if adapting to the perceptions of those who behold you.

A faint, otherworldly glow emanates from your body, like the soft luminescence of deep-sea creatures.

Your smile has the power to heal—it feels as though it’s coded with universal truth and infinite warmth.

Your appearance feels like a vision from the far future, embodying both organic and mechanical perfection.

AURA ♡ //

You radiate an iridescent glow, as if kissed by the light of distant galaxies, making your presence feel like a portal to an otherworldly dimension.

Your energy shimmers with a frequency unknown to Earth, a magnetic pull that draws even the most grounded souls into your orbit.

Time bends in your presence—moments stretch and contract as if reality itself pauses to behold you.

You exude a celestial calmness, as though you've seen the stars be born and galaxies collide, yet remain untouched by the chaos.

Each movement is a ripple in the fabric of reality, graceful and deliberate, as though choreographed by the universe itself.

A faint hum seems to follow you, like the resonance of cosmic winds passing through interstellar voids.

Your aura feels as if it's woven from strands of light, shimmering in an unearthly spectrum that humans cannot fully perceive.

Every glance feels like a message encrypted in starlight, a language known only to the cosmos.

The air around you carries a faint scent of ozone and meteorite dust, evoking the mystery of far-off nebulae.

People feel like they're standing in the presence of an advanced entity—half human, half starlight—both awe-inspiring and incomprehensible.

SMARTS ♡ //

Your mind operates on a quantum level, processing information at speeds that blur the line between thought and action.

You possess an intuitive understanding of advanced technologies, as if they were extensions of your own consciousness.

Every idea you share feels like a fragment of a much larger, incomprehensible equation that only you can solve.

You can translate the language of stars, understanding patterns and signals that others cannot even perceive.

Your creativity is limitless, as though you’ve tapped into a collective intergalactic mind.

You solve problems with elegance and precision, as if your thoughts are programmed to optimize and innovate.

Your intellect feels like a gift from an ancient civilization, one that mastered the art of knowledge long before humans.

You anticipate trends and shifts in society as though you’ve already lived through them.

Your ability to analyze, adapt, and innovate makes you seem more advanced than any AI.

You approach challenges with a calm confidence, as if you know the future will bend to your will.

PERSONALITY ♡ //

You are a paradox of warmth and mystery, simultaneously inviting and unknowable.

Your empathy extends beyond human understanding, as though you feel the vibrations of all living things in the universe.

You inspire others to dream beyond their limitations, awakening a deep yearning for exploration and discovery.

Your voice is soothing yet commanding, like a hymn from the stars that compels attention and trust.

You exude a quiet strength, as though you’ve weathered cosmic storms and emerged unscathed.

Your humor is sharp and unexpected, like a spark of light in the vastness of space.

You are unapologetically authentic, yet your authenticity feels like something people can only strive to understand.

You connect with others on a profound level, making them feel seen and understood in ways they never imagined.

Your curiosity is boundless, as though fueled by a desire to unravel the mysteries of existence itself.

Your presence feels like a promise of a better, brighter future—a beacon of hope in an ever-evolving world.

hope you guys enjoyed! requests are appreciated! lmk if you want anything! <3

[rabbit-flaying]

Humanity's Collector

Genres: Fantasy and Science Fiction

Content Warnings: Dehumanization, Kidnapping, Casual Violence, Claustrophobia, Mild Cosmic Horror

Note: I want to get back to positing my writing on Tumblr. Maybe someone will recognize this. Probably not.

"Gosh you're pretty," Glade cooed, its voice sounding a bit like Harlow's mother, a bit like a brook, and a bit like paper being crumpled up and cast aside.

Harlow looked around desperately. For he had to find escape from the strange realm he had woken in. All manner of miscellany took up space in the void around him. It looked like a storage closet, if every storage closet in the world were connected together, and the possessions of kings and paupers alike were granted permission to socialize.

He ignored Glade and stood from his wicker chair, quickly overwhelmed by the sheer size of the realm and number of objects held within it.

Above him the color white stretched out into infinitum. True white, not the dirty kind found in snow and house paint. It hurt his head, making his temples throb and blood vessels contract, so he looked away from it.

"Where am I?" Harlow demanded. "Who are you?"

"My name is Glade," it answered. "You're in my home."

Harlow made the mistake of eye contact. Glade's eyes shone with the light of galaxies, a dazzling rainbow of nebulae, planets, and suns. The entirety of the universe, and many more beyond it, seemed tucked away within the perfectly spherical marbles buried in the putty-like flesh of its glowing face.

He finally broke away from the hypnotic sight, his puny brain unable to handle the visions within. How much time had passed, every one of his neurons firing at once in an attempt to process the cosmos of Glade's eyes? Seconds? Minutes? Hours, even?

He needed answers, yet he did not know the right questions. Glade didn't seem human, instead a creature from a story book. And this monolithic hoard couldn't possibly be real.

"Your home?" he asked in a strangled sort of voice, staring pointedly at the patch of ebony wood ground he stood upon.

"I'm a collector," Glade explained, running their sharp nails, painted with glitter and adorned with scraps of emeralds, through Harlow's silky hair.

"What do you collect, exactly?"

Harlow watched a glittering blue beetle crawl across the ground, finding a hiding spot underneath a red and purple feathered ball gown displayed on a copper mannequin.

"All sorts of things," Glade said, flapping its hands wildly in a mimicry of human excitement. "Your world is fascinating. I remember when your kind learned how to create fire and tame animals. You have grown so much since then. I needed to have one of you for my own. Your creations are not enough any more."

Harlow carefully took in Glade's appearance, avoiding its hypnotic eyes. Despite its alien nature- as clear to Harlow as it would have been to his ancestors as they huddled around campfires concocting stories to explain their world- it chose to appear humanoid, though not precisely human.

Glade was the kind of thing that would hide in a child's closet, and speak to them in a parental fashion, loathing the knowledge that the child would never be believed no matter how loudly they spoke of its existence.

Its iridescent skin glimmered, changing colors with every movement, no matter how slight, as stunning light produced by the void poured over its body. Its proportions sat beyond the human view of normal, uncanny like an airbrushed model, but far more monstrous. Behind its smiling lips were two rows of porcelain and copper teeth, slicing perfectly through its pale gray gums.

Delicate jewelry of book pressed flowers and dragonfly wings adorned its warped elven ears. It was clad in a fur cape, the stitched together pelts of numerous small animals, fur colors clashing and asymmetrical. Its heels, as thin as sewing needles and seemingly impossible to walk on, granted half a foot of height to their seven-foot frame.

"Don't worry," Glade continued. "I'll take care of you. I've been collecting humanity's creations for millenia. You may use what you find around you to its fullest extent."

"I want to go home," Harlow said, finally realizing that this was not a dream that could be banished away by opening his eyes and pouring himself a cup of black coffee mixed with salt. "Please let me go. I'm sure there's someone who would love to be here. But I like my life on earth."

"But I wanted you."

Glade hugged Harlow tightly, mimicking how it had observed humans comforting one another. Its skin had none of Harlow's warmth, and he found this hug as uncomfortable as cuddling with a marble statue would have been, if he had ever been bold enough to break the omnipresent rule of not touching museum exhibits.

Harlow closed his eyes. "I have to be dreaming," he said, his lie cloaked in a defeated sort of tone. "This can't be real."

"Of course this isn't real," Glade said, holding its newest acquisition out at arm's length. "But it isn't a dream either. You are within my home, far outside of your universe."

"Please send me back. I don't know why I'm here, or how, but I can't do this."

"Yes you can," Glade said. "It's easy. I will take care of you, and you will be my plaything. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Harlow broke away from Glade, and took off walking. There had to be an exit. Everything had an exit, whether it be a school or a church or a corner shop. The exits were always there, saddened as they were that so many people were afraid to break the rules and only took advantage of their ability to leave at certain appointed hours.

The void still seemed to stretch on into infinity, swelling larger and larger the farther and farther Harlow walked. But everything had an end if you traveled far enough to find it. Even the deserts that passed past any human line of sight and the mountains that seemed too high to ever climb over.

But now Harlow was applying rules from his original plane of existence to the alien one he had been so rudely whisked away to. And that was very foolish indeed.

"No, that doesn't sound nice," he said angrily, as Glade easily matched his pace, wearing a concerned expression it had stolen from a grandparent not too long ago. "I'm leaving."

"You can't leave. Because I didn't steal you. The original Harlow Finch Echowood is still in his home, playing solitaire and chatting away to his cat. You belong here with me."

Harlow stopped in his tracks, sitting down on an ancient jeweled throne. It had held countless kings before him, but he respected them not, only using their seat to keep from collapsing in shock.

Glade smiled. "We are going to have so much fun, and no one will ever know you to be here. Come now, I have food prepared for you."

"I can't eat your food," Harlow argued, remembering what he had learned from a book that lived in his elementary school library. It had worn a shiny green cover, and the name Susan Macintosh was written inside the front cover before his own. "I'd never be able to leave if I did that."

"I'm afraid you've mistaken me for some of my cousins," Glade said. "You will eat, or you will starve. And you're never leaving because you belong to me. It doesn't matter what you choose to do."

Harlow stood up, his dizziness replaced with a red-hot temper. "I hate you! Let me go! You can't keep me here!"

Glade looked deeply wounded, but Harlow knew within the depths of his very soul, that it was only mimicry of human emotion.

"I couldn't send you back, even if I wanted to. Then there would be two Harlow Finch Echowoods trying to live your singular and unique life."

"I don't believe you. I'm still me. I still remember my life."

"You are an exact duplication of the original Harlow Finch Echowood. You have the same soul and the same mind and the same DNA. Of course you still remember."

With every passing moment, Harlow's belief in Glade's words only grew. Any attempt to fight against them was snuffed out by diluted logic and the omnipresent knowledge that he was still alive. He breathed. Blood rushed through his veins. More importantly, his mind continued to produce thoughts and feelings to process the outside world.

"Just combine us again or something," Harlow begged. "I want to go home. I never asked to be brought here."

"I cannot combine nor reconstruct nor mend. I can only make copies of beautiful things, and things not quite so beautiful."

Glade spread its arms, gesturing to its hoard of human objects collected in centuries long past. The treasures of every empire ever risen and fallen was present, both the spectacular and the mundane side by side in a discordant visual melody.

"Why me?" Harlow asked. "I didn't do anything."

"You speak as though this is a punishment. I have simply added you to my collection." It flicked the tears from his face, scratching him with its nail. "Now come, I have made you good food."

Glade gripped Harlow's arm and dragged him far away, weaving throughout its collection at a brisk and even pace, avoiding falling into the gaps between pieces of floor, which only infinitum laid below.

Soon enough, they came upon a small 1950s era kitchen. Two marble counters, a dirty stove, and a teacup filled sink formed a corner tucked away between a row of unplugged televisions and a huge crooked stalagmite growing from the polished tile floor.

Glade opened the oven and pulled out a pan of fresh bread. Its hands were bare, but unburnt by the hot metal dish. It grabbed a knife from one of the many drawers and cut through the bread without displacing a single crumb, before laying the slice out on a neon green plate.

"Eat while it's still hot," Glade said with a bright smile. It was a well used expression by those of Harlow's time who prepared meals for other humans, and it planned to repeat it often.

In its time spent with Harlow, its teeth had dulled significantly, and its gums had taken on a pale shade of pink. Why it had not mimicked a perfect human before meeting Harlow was beyond him, and it seemed perfectly capable of warping its appearance to become more like him.

He reluctantly tried the seed filled bread, finding it to be heavenly and soft. Faerie food or not, he scarfed it down, suddenly famished beyond all reason.

"Thank you," he said automatically.

"I have much food. It is scattered about my home, and easy to find if you look. It never spoils, so you may feast on it as you please."

Harlow sighed, and clambered up to sit on the counter. An act of rebellion his twelve year old self would have been proud of, even if Glade didn't give him the smallest sliver of annoyance, having no understand of manners itself.

"I'm really never leaving…" he said, his voice like a half-deflated party balloon still adored by a kid who refused point blank to throw it in the trash. "If that's it then, what happens when you get bored of me?"

"I never get bored of my playthings."

"How big is this place? Is it a universe, or a realm, or a room in some alien mansion?" Harlow thought these reasonable enough questions, considering his circumstances.

"An infinite pocket dimension," Glade replied. "If you travel far enough, my collection begins to grow thin. There is a boundary of where my possessions lie, and after that is the abyss. It is nearly impossible to find one's way back from nothingness."

"I hate it here," Harlow said, as though he had not made this feeling quite clear before. "I want to be around other people. Not you."

"I will bring you some," Glade promised. "Allow me a few minutes to collect them. You shall have a companion, as all humans crave, or more than one if it suits your fancy."

Harlow froze, debating his own morality versus the loneliness soon to bloom from this isolation. How could he allow more people to be stuck in this horrible purgatory of preserved humanity, just so he could have someone to talk to? The truth? He couldn't bear it. At least, not yet.

"No," he begged, the first tears ever created in this pocket dimension blooming in his eyes. "Please, don't put anyone else through this. I'll be good. I won't complain. I promise."

"Oh, how you confuse me." Something odd bloomed over Glade's face, a poor mimicry of a half-understood human emotion. "I see… Come along then."

Harlow hopped off the counter and followed Glade as it walked under a vast canopy of safety pinned together curtains fashioned from every familiar fabric and exotic cloth created by the hands of humanity.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Glade called in a sing-song voice. "I've brought a new trinket. This one can talk, so I'm sure you'll like it."

People approached Glade and Harlow from the shadows. Well, not people, exactly. They were like Glade, monstrous and wonderful, stepping straight from a story book and into Harlow's waking nightmare. There stood more figures than Harlow could keep track of, intent on viewing the treasure Glade had discovered.

"I finally brought a human home," Glade said proudly, if such a being were capable of pride. "Isn't it just a doll?"

Harlow flinched as numerous hands and insect-like feelers crept over his body, Glade's companions examining him all too closely. He felt as though he had jumped into those foam pits he had so loved as a young child, touched in all directions yet floating in oddly empty space.

"Get off of me," he demanded, forgetting his promise not to complain as he shoved the nearest figure away. "Stop it. I said stop!"

Harlow tried to break free of them, pushing and shoving, even striking at them with closed fists and elbows. But he was pulled back, the creatures murmuring in appreciation on how bizarrely Glade's newest acquisition behaved.

"Stop touching me," Harlow cried. "Please. I hate being crowded. What are you doing?"

"What is it doing?" the specter asked. It brought its freezing yet intangible hand to Harlow's face, as though to seize his tears.

"That is so weird," another remarked, clicking its pincers in an oddly specific pattern.

The different figures murmured to each other, formulating explanations.

"Is it because we're touching it?"

"It's water… I think."

"He's crying," Glade explained, flapping its hands in mimicry of human excitement. "It means it's upset. Isn't it the most delightful thing?"

"I hate you," Harlow said thickly, as tears continued to stream down his reddened cheeks. "I want to go home."

"You are so repetitive," Glade remarked, before perfectly imitating Harlow's voice. "I want to go home. I want to go home. I want to go home."

Harlow finally relented. As the nightmarish figures poked and prodded him, discussing him amongst each other, he only hoped that they would soon grow bored and move on to newer shinier pursuits.

How could he stand to do this for the rest of eternity?

[voidberryart]

Blinked and you've missed me...

[ID: Full color refsheet split up into various parts. Starting with the full body drawing on the lefthand side is seen a humanoid (ish) figure. Its body faces to the viewer's left with its head turned towards the viewer's right. It wears a large white iridescent hooded cloak, its edges fringed with hanging gold beads, the brim of the hood (worn down) lined with a dark stripe, and the inside instead a dark blue like the night sky, filled with glowing light stars. The cloak itself is held shut with a golden broach designed similarly to the shape of an orrery.

The figure's face is a white iridescent mask, branching outwards like wavy sunrays. The eyes are shaped like upturned crescent moons, given extra detail with dark painting along their outsides like makeup, winding up in winged angles and downward into its cheeks. The insides of the eyes are colored like a purple/green nebula, the inside corners darkening to black, while the pupils themselves are near white (and two pupils each eye, one smaller than the other). In place of eyebrows there are silver designs of moon phases (full moon going into half going into crescent from the outside going in), and there is a four pointed star painted in black on its right (viewer's left) cheek.

Behind its head is a misty floating fog-like substance, colored in that same nebula pattern, the parts wisping up at the top growing darker than the parts closer to the head. The figure's arm and legs are also colored like that nebula, the farther down the extremities the darker their colors fade, eventually into black.

The garment it wears is a short straight silhouette dress, crossing downward at a sharp angle to its left (viewer's right) in the front with the inverse angle in the back. The sleeves are long, pooling out dramatically at the edges. The right sleeve covers its arm entirely, angled down at its side, and has two dark rings near the cuff. While the left sleeve pools into the figure's elbow, crooked upwards with its hand extended outward, the matching rings on this sleeve up towards the bicep instead. The color of the garment is a near pastel purple, fading into something more mint/blue farther down it goes, giving off an overall vibe of something closer to shimmering silver. Three white large sparkles grouped together also are embroidered into the bodice's left side. The stripes as well all containing patterns of white constellations.

The figure's legs appear to be wearing some sort of black netting, and the visible hand can be seen with its long claws painted white, fading to a rich purple closer to the nail buds (and just faintly fading from there to green). The feet both appear barefoot, save for how they are heeled with white stars angling the feet upwards.

The entire figure glows a soft blue, the lining of the figure all done in white on its outside and inside around the dark part of the cloak, the rest all lined in black.

The page itself is labeled "Blinked" in the top center with further text information underneath that reading "5'8", it/its/itself, tick/tock/ticks/tocks/tickself/tockself* (the next line is redacted), *(if you've reached level 10 friendship)". To the left of the text between it and the initial fullbody drawing are quick paintings of the bi and agender flags.

On the top righthand side of the page are six flat color doodles of the figure, each wearing different expressions and labeled with different identifiers. The top left's eyes are standard to the main drawing, and it is labeled "neutral". The middle top's eyes are opened wide like longways ovals, and this one is labeled "excited". The top right's eyes are shaped similar to the neutral one, but its pupils are gone leaving the eyes empty, and this one is labeled "tired". The bottom left's eyes are downward crescents, and this one is labeled "morose". The bottom middle's eyes are replaced with swirling spirals, and is labeled "unsettled". The bottom right's are shaped similarly to the excited one, but there are intensity markings around the eyes' edges and the pupils are ringed with glowing purple, backed with sketched messy circles of the same pupil color, and the smaller secondary pupils are missing entirely, this one labeled "furious".

On the bottom center of the page is another flat color bust drawing of the figure, with the smoke-like substance at the back of its head now pooled down over its shoulder, its hand reaching up as if stroking the mist like hair. There is text labeled next to the image reading "→ Acts like hair".

Beside that in the bottom right corner is a closeup detail drawing of the broach, showing all circles of it drawn with several blue rings in each circle, and the entire thing connected to each other with white circles underneath, like star trails. Text next to this drawing is labeled "Cloak broach (appears to be some kind of orrery or timepiece)". End ID.]

[clean-bubbles-aka-bubbles]

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ Prologue✩ ◛ °

In the vast expanse of the multiverse, where galaxies danced to the rhythm of cosmic energies, there existed a point of convergence. It was a place where the fabric of reality shimmered and wavered, a nexus of infinite possibilities and boundless potential.

From the depths of this cosmic crucible emerged a being unlike any other, born from the very essence of creation itself. They were (Y/n), a celestial entity woven from the threads of existence, their form a tapestry of light and energy that pulsed with the heartbeat of the universe.

As consciousness stirred within them, (Y/n) found themselves awakening in a celestial realm that defied description. It was a realm of swirling nebulae and shimmering starlight, where time flowed like an endless river and space stretched to infinity. Here, amidst the cosmic symphony, (Y/n) took their first breath and opened their eyes to behold the wonders of creation.

"Where... am I?" They spoke into the unknown, having been brought to an unfamiliar place with no memories of being there. 

But as if the universe was aware of their creation, it spoke, "You... are the embodiment of the multiverse." 

The voice resonated through the fabric of existence, reverberating within (Y/n)'s essence. It was not a voice in the conventional sense but rather a chorus of celestial harmonies, each note vibrating with cosmic significance.

"(Y/n), you are the convergence point of all things, the culmination of endless possibilities," the voice intoned, its cadence both soothing and profound. "You are the essence of creation itself, the spark that ignites the fires of life across the cosmos."

As (Y/n) absorbed the weight of these words, a sense of purpose began to stir within them. They gazed out into the expanse of the celestial realm, feeling the ebb and flow of cosmic energies coursing through their being.

"But why me?" (Y/n) questioned, their voice conveying uncertainty amidst the cosmos' vastness.

"Because, (Y/n), you possess the power to shape reality itself," the voice responded, imbuing each word with a sense of cosmic significance. "You are the guardian of balance, the steward of creation, the safeguard of order and chaos. It is your destiny to watch over the tapestry of existence and ensure that harmony prevails."

With each passing moment, (Y/n) felt the weight of their newfound role settle upon their shoulders. "What can I do for now?" They softly chirped to the unknown beauty of space.

As (Y/n) pondered their purpose amidst the celestial expanse, the voice of the universe resonated once more, guiding them with ethereal wisdom.

"You must learn," it whispered, the cosmic harmonies weaving through the fabric of reality. "Learn the intricacies of existence, the dance of creation and destruction, the delicate balance between light and darkness."

With a gentle gesture of their hand, (Y/n) conjured a shimmering orb of cosmic energy, its iridescent hues swirling with the universe's secrets. They reached out, feeling the raw power coursing through their fingertips, and embraced the orb with a sense of reverence.

"Seek knowledge, (Y/n)," the voice urged, its echoes permeating the celestial realm. "Explore the wonders of the world you choose to watch over. Embrace the diversity of life and the infinite possibilities that lie within."

A soft-spoken gasp left them as they held a soft but kind smile, excited and understanding the responsibility of their task. "I will..." 

Eons passed in the blink of an eye as (Y/n) wandered through the celestial expanse, their essence intermingling with the nature of the cosmos. They witnessed the birth and death of stars, the collision of galaxies, and the dance of celestial bodies across the vast canvas of space. They held tightly onto their book that knew of how every world, universe, and planet works.

As the ages passed and civilizations rose and fell, (Y/n) remained alone, isolated, and steadfast, a silent guardian watching over the world from the far reaches of the universe. Amidst the infinite expanse of the cosmos, a particular universe had caught their eye for quite some time. The world was called the Magic Realm.

Magic Realm was a fantasy-like world with kingdoms, dragons, princesses, witches, wizards, and mages. However, most of the population was filled with magical beings, witches, wizards, and mages. Listening and observing closely, they heard magic was commonplace. The majority of the population holds magic, while some others do not... referred to as muggles. 

Where arcane energies flowed like rivers and wonders abounded at every turn, (Y/n) found themselves drawn to the vibrant tapestry of mortal life. The most exciting part was finding out how the magic ranking system works. There were these 'magic marks,' which determined how much a person could use. 

Magic Marks are a unique system that governs individuals' magical abilities. In the world (Y/n) watches over, magic is an integral part of society, and those who possess mystical abilities are known as Witches and Wizards. Everyone believes that magic is a gift given by God itself.

Magic Marks measure a person's magical potential and proficiency. Each individual has a Magic Mark, essentially a numerical value representing their magical prowess. The higher the Magic Mark, the more powerful the individual's magic. Magic Marks are typically measured on a scale from 0 to 9999, with higher numbers indicating stronger magical abilities.

* Single-liners are individuals with the lowest level of magical ability. They possess only one Magic Mark on their body, usually somewhere visible, like their hand or face. Despite their limited magical power, Single-Liners can still perform basic spells and incantations.

* Double-Liners are individuals with a moderate level of magical ability. They have two Magic Marks on their body, indicating a higher proficiency in magic than Single-Liners. Double-liners are capable of casting more complex spells and techniques.

* Triple-Liners are individuals with the highest level of magical ability. They possess three Magic Marks on their body, signifying mastery of magic. Triple-Liners are extremely powerful and are capable of performing advanced spells and feats of magic that surpass those of Single-Liners and Double-Liners.

Everything seems peaceful and in smooth harmony. (Y/n) could move beyond to explore other words. Yet, amidst the majesty of the cosmos, they also felt a longing stirring within them.

A yearning to experience existence in a different form, to walk among mortals and feel the warmth of mortal life. 

(Y/n) remained apart, a silent observer lurking on the fringes of existence, knowing better than to trifle with mortal affairs. Even with a heavy heart of desiring an experience they never felt, they turned and began walking away from the platform they used to spectate the world.

Yet their heart refused to listen to their mind, pondering the mysteries of mortal life and wondering what it would be like to walk among them. Despite (Y/n)'s role as the guardian of balance and the steward of creation, some of them yearned to walk among the mortals and experience life in a tangible form.

They stopped in their tracks, their heart filled with uncertainty and hesitation as they kept stealing glances at the Magic Realm below. (Y/n) wanted to leave the Celestial World to live with mortals, but they didn't want to leave their comfort zone, uncertain of what dire consequences would come. Would the voice of the cosmos get mad at them? Would it punish them? Who knows?

As they pondered their next move, the voice echoed through the vastness of space, stirring the very essence of their soul.

"(Y/n), child of the multiverse, your desire is not without purpose," the voice intoned, its words carrying the weight of eons. "To experience life as a mortal is to understand the beauty of impermanence, the fleeting moments that define existence."

"W-What?" They softly gasped. 

"If you wanted to leave your home," it softly whispered. "You could've done so without my permission."

As the voice's words washed over them, (Y/n) felt a sense of relief flood their being. They had hesitated to act on their desires, fearing repercussions from the cosmic forces governing their existence. But now, with the voice's reassurance, they felt a newfound sense of freedom.

With a determined glint in their eyes, (Y/n) made a decision. They would venture forth into the mortal realm, embracing the uncertainty of the unknown and experiencing life in a way they had never before imagined.

With a graceful gesture, they conjured a shimmering portal that stretched out before them, leading to the world of Magic Realm. As they embarked on this grand adventure, the voice of the cosmos echoed softly in their minds, a comforting presence guiding them on their path.

"Go forth, (Y/n), my child," it whispered. "Embrace the beauty of mortal life, and may your journey be filled with wonder and discovery."

[comatosebunny09]

Inspired by this post and @asirensrage.

Warnings: Female Reader, Female Anatomy, Bodily Fluids, Smut, Rough Smex, Fingering, Mentions of Piercings, Mentions of Acohol, Mafia!Kyo, Modern AU, Exhibitionism (?), Cheeky Reader, Self-Indulgent AF, MDNI!

Music: Slvt Me Out - NLE Choppa

You wanted to spend time with him. Felt like it had been ages since you last did. So he let you into his world for the night. A meeting at a neighboring family’s club. Promised to take you out for something more swanky after.

You acquiesced. Poured yourself into a thin little number, your cleavage spilling over, thighs bared, spiked heels strapped to your ankles. Worst of all, you bore no bra beneath it, the piercings in your nipples showing through the polyester of your dress. Your lips were painted a vibrant shade of red—Kyojuro’s favorite—to add insult to injury.

Something about the color of your smile and the s-line your body posed had all the men sneaking glances beneath the iridescence of the strobe lights. Had the women hanging off their arms gnashing their teeth, and rolling their eyes.

You painted a pretty picture. Exuded sex whilst you clung to your boyfriend, giggling here and there at a misplaced joke. You knew what you were doing. Stirring his ire. Never missed how Kyojuro’s smile twitched. How his hand blistered your thigh, creeping ever closer to the triangle of your thong throughout the night.

They warmed up to you quickly—the businessmen in tailored suits with tattoos branding their knuckles. Fed you liquor when Kyojuro stepped out to take a call. They tried vainly to teach you how to play darts and billiards. Had you bent over the pool table, a tittering, tipsy thing, their hands guiding the pool stick in your hands to the cue ball.

You never seen your boyfriend so miffed. A seething pot of rage, though he maintained his cheerful facade. He nodded at Tengen, his second in command. And the frosty-haired gent took over the meeting seamlessly after Kyojuro excused you both.

Meanwhile, Kyojuro snatched you away through the throng of club-goers. You toddled behind him in your platforms, the loin of your dress catching on your legs.

You can’t say you didn’t deserve to be bent over the cold marble countertop of the ladies’ room.

Couldn’t protest when he threw your dress onto your back and rained a succession of sharp slaps onto your bare ass. He didn’t spend much time on foreplay. He needed to brand you as quickly as he could. Needed everyone beyond the bathroom walls to know who you belonged to.

One finger was joined by another as he wrenched you open, your underwear shoved aside. Muttered the naughtiest of things against your skin as he prepared you for his girth. You were pulsating and begging and leaking onto the cuff of his shirt. The jarring sound of his zipper dragging downwards cut through the lustful nebula of your mind.

Your union was swift, his dick splitting you open from behind. You felt him in your throat. Tits ground against the arctic marble, drool leaking from your open mouth as he slammed into you repeatedly.

Your eyes rolled in bliss, hands scrambling for leverage. He shoved his thick fingers into your mouth. Pulled it taut at the corner, his other hand bruising your waist. He fucked you earnestly. Brutally. No remorse in his eyes as his hair tumbled from its updo, and sweat beaded on his forehead. The symphony of your sharp gasps, his labored breaths, and your heels scraping against the tiled floor filled the bathroom.

And then, he spilled into you. Hot and furtive spurts of milky white dribbled down your inner thighs. You were grinning like a drunken fool, loose-limbed over the counter, your pussy throbbing as he pulled out.

He helped you clean yourself. Fixed your hair to some semblance of neat, cum stains drying on the hem of your dress. He kissed you tenderly despite it all before shepherding you from the restroom. He held your arm tight as he guided you back to VIP, promising to do much worse against the shell of your ear if you misbehaved again.

He shouldn't have told you that. You spent the remainder of your time there pushing his buttons, hoping he would teach you another lesson.

[pyraelia]

May 24 - Day 6 Confidence / Complication*

Aerden’s arrival and attendance to Annya’s gallery had been a complete surprise, if a slight complication. To say she was elated was beyond understatement, the last time they’d had any time to see each other had been her birthday. The few short months they’d been apart had started to weigh a little heavy with everything else going on. 

However, she had also been trying to entice Fiorenze into going to the gallery as sister-bonding-time, and this was now a fairly stark conflict of interest. Awful as it was, she was certainly much more interested in spending time with her crush than she was with Fio. 

To her immense credit, her sister completely understood. She had always been a much bigger romantic than Pyraelia herself, and she recognized the limited circumstance for what it was. It felt better to have her blessing than not, but she still massively owed her one. 

She took a little more care than usual getting ready, choosing a deep purple lingerie set to go under her pitch black silk dress. The fripperies made her feel much more confident, there was something about the agency that came with truly enjoying how she looked and knowing she was pretty to look at with or without it all. Her usual illusion ring was traded for an enchanted necklace that hosted the spell map to turn her prosthetic into a swirling nebula kept captive in a mobile, arm shaped glass shell. As she shifted, the light caught the dark silk of her skirts causing iridescent constellations and galaxies to bloom. 

It was a far cry from her usual pastels, but that made her stand out all the more. 

Their first stop was dinner, a joint affair with Pollux and Khaeris. It was a nice way to catch up before getting to the gallery and inevitably splitting up to enjoy all that the show had to offer. She broke the news of her plans to sell the tower and relocate — likely back home to Silvermoon for a while. Her feelings about the choice were still a little complicated, they likely always would be considering the family history in that particular home, but it really was for the best, and her mood was far too light to dwell on it much. Spending time with her favorite people made her heart full in a way it hadn’t been in a long time.

The gallery itself was a triumph. Annya’s choice of subject was always a little macabre, but the juxtapositions between the subject in life and death this time really made the tragedy of the end a bit more tangible. She couldn’t help the occasional squeeze of Aerden’s forearm at certain presentations. 

The most bittersweet and horrific of which was certainly the one that clearly depicted parts of a shattered Dalaran crushing a man. There was no way to know when, or how — but with all the oddities going on of late it loomed large. The pair of them stayed there a bit longer than they had expected; what was there to even say about it, or the light above representing the Song? What time did they have to really unpack it? A chord the violinist nearby struck a tone that shot straight down her spine and sent her heart crashing through the floor of her stomach. 

But Aerden pulled her away at the perfect moment, knowing through his own set of abilities when it was time to shift her focus back to the glorious present. 

She was happy to see him so eager to explore the extensive and intricate tableau that Annya had woven to treat her guests at the afterparty. He was so charming to watch when he was indulging in something he really wanted to do — and there was so much to do. 

It didn’t take too long for her to want, and the wanting didn’t take too long to fray her patience. 

At the first opportunity, as soon as they hit a feature that let her gently tug him aside, out of view of prying eyes, she pulled him into the kiss she’d wanted to give him since the last time they had to say goodbye. The one she knew would be only one of a few in the short time they’d have together before he’d have to leave again. It was as thrilling as it was tragic. 

As the universe, so the soul. 

@daily-writing-challenge / @aerdendios, @kharrisdawndancer, @polluxhale, @vixannya

*I screwed up and accidentally did today's words yesterday, so I'm doing one of each for today :V

[megasor-official]

Futuristic Fashion: Exploring the Best Sci-Fi-Inspired Outfits for Women

Holographic Dress

A reflective, iridescent fabric that changes colors in light.

Pair it with LED-lit accessories and metallic high-heeled boots.

2. Cyberpunk Warrior

Black leather bodysuit with neon accents.

A utility belt, fingerless gloves, and high-tech goggles.

Accessorize with a glowing, cybernetic arm sleeve.

3. Galaxy Princess

Long gown with a print resembling a starry sky or nebula.

Add glowing jewelry (LED-enabled) and a metallic tiara.

4. Alien-Inspired Dress

A flowing dress with asymmetrical cuts and tentacle-like features.

Iridescent or bioluminescent details on the fabric.

Pair with body paint and a dramatic alien-themed hairstyle.

5. Robot Chic

Silver metallic dress with structured, armor-like panels.

Matching thigh-high metallic boots and a circuit-board-inspired necklace.

Add a sleek, robotic makeup look with silver highlights.

6. Celestial Enchantress

Celestial Enchantress Dress to impress outfit, Now Unleash your cosmic magic with a Space Witch outfit that’s equal parts ethereal and futuristic. Combine shimmering metallic fabrics with flowing, dark-hued robes to channel the essence of the stars.

[izar-tarazed]

[luminaryofblood][post dlc] "... What's this?"

Izar offers a glass cabochon of dark blue color, just like the night sky; and indeed, tiny specks of silver are glinting within. The blue itself is faintly iridescent, with hints of purple and black reminiscent of a nebula. Held by a small golden frame, it comes with a cord of dark leather; she has deliberately avoided anything that would resemble a chain. But it could be worn as a pendant, or attached otherwise.

‟…so my idea was to replicate the view you had from Mohgwyn Palace. I made a star map back when I… came there, and hoped to use it as a pattern. But to be honest, it’s impossible to tell whether the positions of those silver dots are all accurate, and there was no way to make it more exact.

But the colors are fine, I think, so I thought… it would be like having a piece of your subterranean night sky to carry with you. A memory of home, maybe.”

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 As Dawn Breaks: Chapter Seven

As Dawn Breaks: Mother Night and Father Time, after having sired seven Endless to personify life in the known universe, create Earth and human life begins. One last Endless is created: Dawn, the personification of illumination and hope, the beginning of a new day and a chance for happiness and improvement. A love will span thousands of millennia, breaking with every sunrise and renewing hope come sunset. Yet, even the personification of hope can lose the very notion of her existence from the sting of a broken heart.

Warnings: Reader Speaks in Riddles (Annoying Desire).

To Note: Dream/Morpheus x Endless!FemaleReader(Dawn), This Involves Themes That Are Not For Everyone.

Word Count: ~2.0k

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You were stretched out in a bed of soft leaves, Morpheus next to you cradling your body, as you both stared up at the night sky of your realm. You both had made love repeatedly until Morpheus cut you off in favor of cradling your body. As chivalrous as he was in trying not treat you like a delicate flower that might wilt at the first sign of trouble… he had put an end to your coupling for fear of injuring you. You were stronger than that, vastly stronger actually. Hardly breakable, your power could rival even Morpheus’s. But he insisted and who were you to deny the Endless his wishes to hold your body within his arms?

Besides, it felt quite nice. The stars glimmering overhead this night were bright and iridescent, the crickets sang their summer tune, and the fireflies glowed periodically through the air.

Rotating your head to the left, you looked at Morpheus’s face while your fingers played with the hand gently resting on your stomach. You loved staring at his face. Morpheus had beautiful cheekbones, long eyelashes that framed his gorgeous starlit eyes, and obsidian hair that was the darkest of blacks you had ever seen. Mother Night and Father Time had done an exquisite job molding him from the nebulas of space. Drawing from the brightest novas and the darkest of black holes, Dream of the Endless was the star that guided hopes and illuminated dreams.

“You’re staring,” Morpheus murmured, keeping his eyes closed but shifting the arm that cradled you to his side, that hand teased the skin of your hip, imprinting his touch. You hummed in agreement and traced your fingers across his chest until silver blue eyes opened and met yours.

“Unabashedly, my Dream,” You responded huskily, your vocal cords well used this night. “Or am I not allowed to appreciate my guiding star?” A midnight eyebrow rose in amusement.

“I doubt that you of all beings need a guiding star,” He returned, noticing the way the moonlight illuminated your skin and the starlight made your eyes glow. “If anything, it is hope that guides, not dreams.” You went to counter his words when a few almond blossoms fluttered down onto your bodies. Morpheus pulled one from your hair.

“Ah, apologies,” You whispered, clearing the petals that had fallen onto his chest and hair. “The almond trees are nearing their fruiting cycle.” As you explained that, something hit your forehead. You blinked in surprise and Morpheus frowned slightly. He reached for your hair and pulled a green fruit from your locks. “…like that one… but its a little early I should think.”

“You have many almond trees in this particular garden,” Morpheus noted, twirling the stone fruit between his long fingers. You propped yourself up onto your elbow and and smiled.

“I happen to be partial to them.” You admitted, your mouth watering at the thought of eating the fresh fruit. Morpheus could see how much you adored the stone fruit and your lips looked far too tempting not to feed you one. So tearing a part of the flesh from the center of the fruit, Morpheus lifted it to your lips. Your surprise only lasted for a few seconds before you parted your lips and let him feed you the little piece of fruit. You closed your eyes and softly moaned, relishing the gentle taste of the fresh fruit.

“I think you are more than partial, my Hope,” Morpheus’s commented, his fingertips lingering on your chin. Your eyes flickered back open and you felt your cheeks burn. Morpheus chuckled and gave your chin once last brush with his thumb before feeding you the next piece. You happily accepted.

“You know I can feed myself,” You whispered softly, lavishing in the gentle touches of your lover. Morpheus hummed in return, this time tracing the soft lines of your lips with envy.

“But why should I deprive myself of the honor?” He countered suavely, enjoying every moment he had to lavish you the way he wished he could every moment of his Endless life. He could feel the way heat gathered beneath your skin, feel the way your essence all but purred at the idea of being taken care of by it’s mystical partner. When all that remained was the heart of the fruit, you paused at his offering. Morpheus raised an eyebrow.

“Will you not have a taste, my Dream?” You spoke against the last piece of the fallen fruit. “Surely you do not mean to have me be the greedy one.” Morpheus’s lips twitched.

“I shall have my taste after you’ve finished the fruits of your labor, my love.” Morpheus spoke, his fingertips delicately coaxing your lips open to accept the last bit of the almond fruit. You moaned as you took it, your tongue catching his fingertips. While you consumed the last morsel of the almond trees offering, Morpheus ran his fingertips along the edge of your lips. He was envious of the fruit making such serendipitous noises from you. Upon seeing your eyes looking back into his, Morpheus raised his eyes brow once more and stroked your jaw. “And how was it?”

“Tart,” You breathed out, your eyes staring into Morpheus’s eyes with a rather naughty look. You licked your lower lip. “You really missed out, you know.”

“Have I?” Morpheus countered, his lips twitching into a smirk shortly before he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. At firsts lips traced the delicate softness of your lower lip, tongue flicking across the sensitive flesh to taste any lingering flavor from the fruit. You shuddered out a small breath and parted your lips for more than just teases. Morpheus gave you what you wanted. He swept into your mouth, kissing you slowly with a coaxing tongue that pulled yours in for a dance. You had been right, the fruit did taste tart, but your natural sweetness tamed the puckering sourness. You were quickly feeling warm all over again, the lips tugging on yours filling you with blissfulness. Morpheus gave your lips one last, lingering kiss before pressing his forehead against yours. “Our time is coming to an end, my Hope.”

You nodded in reluctant agreement, your hand reaching up to brush over his strong jaw. Your night of passion had to come to an end, regardless of how you and Morpheus felt about it. Morpheus nuzzled your face, holding you tight.

“Close your eyes, my love, I shall stay with you until you fall into dreams.” Morpheus promised, his lips fluttering across your cheeks. You had no need to sleep, but had fallen into the habit to feel closer to Morpheus. Walking among the dreamers filled the hole in your being, so as Morpheus stroked your hair and ran his fingers along your back, you drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

Pleased that you were locked in a blissful dream, Morpheus gathered you in his arms and lifted you free from the nest you and he had occupied during your time together. As he carried your sleeping body back you your private chambers, he redressed himself and you, watching as gossamer fabric slid across your marked skin and covered your beautiful body from his eyes. Placing you gently on your bed of feathers and vines, Morpheus watched as the plants in your room conformed around your body, cradling your body as if you were a newborn. He stayed in your room, tenderly observing  you in peaceful sleep for as long as he dared. It wasn’t long enough. It never was. It never would be. Bending over you, he pressed his lips against your forehead and stroked your hair once last time.

“Sweet dreams, my Hope.”

You were helping one of the villages weave reed baskets for the harvest season. The crops had done unusually well this year and with the current stock, it was going to take far too long to harvest all of the rice paddies without extra hands… and with extra hands meant a need for extra baskets. Your fingers worked quickly as you hummed along with the dryads. As you tied off the end of the strands you had just finished, you felt a ripple of energy as someone entered your realm.

“Apologies, ladies,” You spoke out, drawing back from the basket in front of you. “I have a guest I must attend to.” The dryads dipped their heads to you while you rose to your feet and concentrated on traveling to the guest gardens. Appearing in a swirl of petals and stardust, you padded forward to see Desire brushing their fingers through one of your nepeta cataria plants. They were all but nuzzling the little leaves and blooms. Lips twitching into a smile, you stepped forwards. “Welcome, Desire.”

Golden eyes opened and shifted to yours, and their lips stretched into a wide side. You received a flash of white teeth.

“Hello dearest sister-mine,” They purred, golden eyes glittering mischievously. Your arched your eyebrow and inclined your head.

“To what do I owe this visit, dear Desire?” You softly questions, knowing that they of all the Endless certainly acted on whims, but they didn’t do something such as visiting another Endless’s realm on such as whimsical decision. They were always scheming something to occupy their time, to entertain their devious creation.

“What? Am I not allowed to visit my beloved baby sister?” Desire cooed, faking a look of hurt. Your eyebrow rose higher.

“I am not your sister. I am a counterpart in the entity of personas designed to represent the most powerful natural forces. Now tell me, are you here for a social call, or to stoke the burning star?” You queried, lips twitching and eyes wiser than your age.

“Oh you always take the fun away, Dawn.” They sighed dramatically, placing their perfectly manicured fingers on their expanse of bare chest.

“My sincerest apologies,” You replied, not the least apologetic for your words. You gestured to a nearby cobbled walkway. “Shall we walk?” Desire’s eyebrows cocked momentarily and they happily joined your side in walking down the path. Your feet took you on an automatic path, one that you knew Desire would appreciate given their likes. “Speak what you design, Desire.”

“A little bird told me that our beloved Dream has been spending more time here in your gardens.” Desire answered, unapologetically going right in for the kill. You expected nothing less from them.

“Hopes and dreams intertwine on a cosmic scale,” You explained, running your fingers along a wall of towering silver vine. The little white blooms stroked your palm and fingers, eager for attention. “We are nothing without each other and through separation there is emptiness. Surely by now you understand that in the vastness of space we are carried by each other through the star and moon dust of our creators.”

“An entirely serious and cerebral answer from you, naturally,” Desire sighed out. “But surely even you feel your own wants, your own desires. Not even you are above such tempt of dreams.” You eyed Desire who was clearly fishing out a confirmation of your intimacies with Morpheus. “Or are you going to let the darkness swallow you up all for the sake of duty?” You let out a small chuckle.

“I will always love the light for it showers me in its divine creation and coaxes life from soil.” You answered, thinking about your words carefully. “But not all beauty blossoms from the glare of a sun, some prefer the gentle caress of darkness.” Desire chuckled and rolled their eyes at you.

“You speak in riddles, sister mine… I think Dream has rubbed off on you,” Their eyes sparkled more and eyed your appearance. “Or rubbed on you in other places…” You didn’t take their bait, knowing exactly what they were insinuating. Desire was mischievous and devious, but entirely predictable.

“The moon only glows when kissed by the sun.” At your simple reply, Desire rolled their eyes and slipped their arm through yours.

“Well then, if you wish to continue to speak in bore, you might as well show me something of yours that will keep my attention while you prattle.” Your lips twitched in triumph as you began to lead the older Endless to the garden of catnip. Surely then, they would be much to distracted to think of questioning you on your relations with Morpheus.

Date Published: 2/6/23

Last Edit: 2/6/23

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[morgenlich]

this week i’m wearing LynB Designs’ Cat’s Paw, a cool green with pink/red/gold iridescent shimmer inspired by some pics of the cat’s eye nebula. a great first week of september polish lmao, giving a bit of “leaves just starting to change colors” and “candy apple”

it’s a bit sheer after 3 coats, and i’m curious to see how it layers over black; also when i place my next order with holo taco (looks like that’ll be later this week 👀) i plan to get halogen glow, which i think will look good layered over this to add a bit more of a gold shimmer lol but i do like it as is! LBD is a favorite indie brand and i can see why from this + the swatches of the rest of my order that i did last night

[borknugget]

Temporal Flow (Adaman) and Iridescent Nebula (Irida) are done. Had a ton of fun on both of them! Enjoy!

[songs-of-future-past]

For Mundane Guardian Asks [part 3]:

2, 9, 12, 22, and 24

:)

2. I like to imagine The Mechanisms being canon and Dr. Carmilla used to work at BrayTech.

9. All done now! I'll draw all these later, if I feel like it. I imagine Nocturne ended up with these after taking a step back from active duty to do their own thing after Frontiers, and these only come up very rarely. Are these balanced? Probably not! I just don't care. Rule of cool.

Ghost shell: Glass Heart, "For ghosts who are stronger than they appear". Similar in shape to the Half Submerged shell, but made out of iridescent glass with a nebula fog around a red eye.

Weapon: Sol's Hope, "All light rises from the dark. What brought ruin will now bring peace." Glaive whose damage type matches your super. Has an intrinsic is called Karmic Reflection (While shield is active, targets dealing damage to the player get an elemental debuff matching the player's super. Enemies affected by elemental debuff killed with this weapon grant super energy (amount is increased against powerful enemies and guardians).

Armour: Grael's Sentinel, "I am the sword and shield for others that I was never given". Chest armour that grants increased glide and blink distance. Roaming supers gain increased duration, one-shot supers charge faster. Phoenix dive grants scorch while Transcendent.

12. He's a light sleeper that doesn't fall asleep very easily.

22. He doesn't care past making a few minor adjustments if necessary.

24. His gun and his glaive (The Last Word and Lubrae's Ruin, respectively)

[voidberryart]

I can't stop drawing this fella. Anyways you can find it on Artfight!

[ID: A full body drawing of a humanoid (ish) character in full color. The character has a white iridescent mask for a face, with the sides and top all branching out in angles like wobbly sunrays, and no discernable mouth, only eyes. The eyes themselves are upwards half moons, filled with glowing purple and green light like galaxies (fading into black in the inner corners) with white pupils (two pupils in each eye, one larger and one smaller in the corner). The eyes have dramatic black makeup painted around them, mostly on the underside and off to the outer corner, both directions angled in dramatic flourishes. Above the eyes on each side are silver painted moon phases in place of where eyebrows might be, and there is also a four pointed star painted below the eye on the right cheek. Behind the head flows some sort of translucent mist, matching the eyes in its color and fading into black the further away it goes from its head, pooling upwards above it and wafting off of it.

The character's limbs are matching to its eyes, colored like nebulae and faded to black towards the end of the extremities (the legs wearing black netting and the hands with long painted nails in a base of white that fades to rich purple that fades to green closer to the nail bed). The feet are barefoot but are both heeled with two stacked simplistic looking white stars.

It wears a long white iridescent cloak, hood down, the edge of that hood lined in a dark purple, and the edges of the cloak itself fringed with dangling golden beads. The cloak is clasped shut with a golden broach designed like an orrery, with a circle in the center and several circles connected to it by lines holding them in place, several white circles matching orbit trails held underneath. The underside of the cloak is dark light the night sky, full of stars and glowing blue light emanating from behind the character.

The dress it wears underneath is a straight silhouette with long flowing sleeves and an edge that angles up sharply towards the center while angling down sharply on the outer edges, both in the front and back (in opposite directions). The sleeves on both sides (upper arm on the left and lower arm on the right (opposite viewer's perspective)) have two hands of dark purple with a pattern of constellations in white. The dress itself is a rich lavender fading into a teal towards its bottom. The left side of the bodice also contains white embroidery of three six pointed simplistic-like stars, matching the ones on its heels.

The character overall is posed body facing towards the viewer's left but head turned back towards the viewer's right. Its arms both splayed out with the right arm held up high and sleeve pooling down into its elbow, while the left angles out towards its side. Its left leg is lifted with the knee brought up towards its midsection, its foot pointed downwards, while its right leg stands flatly on the ground.

The background is similar to that of the underside of its cloak, dark blue and full of stars with light emanating from behind the character, but there as well are a grouping of two golden rings (one inside the other) behind it, and another grouping smaller within the first set of rights, mostly obscured by the character. End ID.]