#eclipse countdown

[threebooksoneplot]

3B1P Countdown to Eclipse season: Day 1

Something else? Tell us in the comments!

Celebrate your very own I Was A Little Theatrical Back Then Thursday by tuning in to the Three Books One Plot Season 3 premiere (Wednesday 9/11/24) and listening along as we read Eclipse and The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner simultaneously this year!

Three Books One Plot is a Twilight podcast with a twist: we simultaneously read Life and Death and Midnight Sun! This season: we'll once again brave the dangers Stephenie Meyer wouldn't as we continue Life and Death and Midnight Sun into the Eclipse era. More info here.

[delicatelysublimeforester]

Embracing the Wonders of the Solar Eclipse: A Spectacular Event Unfolding in Saskatchewan

[rattys-prinxiety-countdown]

Here's a prinxiety thing I wrote about prinxiety w my friend for an au. All written by me, based on mine and my friend's head canons

"Roman but he's a child of the sun. Sun kissed skin that is lighter than his father's and darker than his mother's. Long hair that he dyes red, long hair that looks like a burning sunset in the right light. A man who has never, ever been slighted by the sun in a picture. Whose smile and excitement burns brighter than anyone thought possible. Who literally lights up a room. Whose hugs are warm, like he's got a furnace burning inside of him. Whose passion and love for things he experiences is more intense than anyone realizes. Who always sought out the sun in a room when he was a child, even as a toddler who didn't understand why, who just understood the sun was good. Who always stopped to bask in the golden glow like he was a part of it. Roman but he's a child of the sun. Virgil but he's a child of the moon. Who is born in the middle of the winter, on the coldest night of the year, on the night of a full moon, who is literally cold to the touch, who is lale as snow, who comes off as cold to other people (see what I did there?), the opposite of Roman in every way (bc he's the sun see what I did there), who is most active when the moon is high in the sky as a night owl, who sometimes gives it his all and sometimes gives it half, just like the moon waxing and waning. The moon meets the sun and the sun makes chase and they meet and it's blinding for everyone else to see (an eclipse)"

Anyway the sun and moon are in love and I love them

— 👑

theyre so poetry coded guys, this was so pretty.

Roman lights up Virgils world and Virgil reflects that light back to him I-

[rosaalee]

Countdown to Twilightmas

Day 15: Esme & Carlisle

[marvelousmotherearth]

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

Eclipse Countdown (April 8, 2024)

366 days left

[julywinters]

I saw the total solar eclipse today after waiting for a good part of my life for it and it was every bit as breathtaking as I always imagined it would be 🤩😭

[yodaveganwas-blog]

Ningen shikkaku. . . . . . #ningenshikkaku #skull #skullart #darkart #ozamudazai #squirrel #ecureuil #desert #landscape #sun #moon #sunlight #moonlight #eclipse #countdown #edhntd #hntd #hntdvisualart #ratcastleartstudio (à Saint-Babel) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpW9sUXIir1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[gingermaple]

i was the flat colourist for jas' comics and i would like to share some of my behind the scenes content as well :DDDD

jas would send me her lineart as psd files, and i would colour all the flats and leave a few correction notes + some fun bonus doodles

here's a few examples of the pages i would give back:

here's a little compilation of some of the other doodles i left for jas:

after i was done with the flats, jas would then do the backgrounds and rendering, and because i was also the art editor they would then be handed back to me for rounds of editing/correction passes, handed back to jas to fix them, and then back to me to look over again (and so on until i stopped finding things)

jas' comic in particular had a lot of moving parts, so in order to keep track of everything, including notes, files, corrections, and generally where each page was in the pipeline, jas had a spreadsheet we would all update as we got things done

here's a silly little screenshot from that spreadsheet:

as you can probably see, i did not hold back when it came to my corrections with jas (per her request)

i would also (when i was feeling particularly silly), just fully redub pages, like the one at the beginning of this post, or this one:

it was such an honour to work with jas, and i'm happy to say we both came out the other end having inflicted equal amounts of agony upon one another

we're trauma bonded now and i wouldn't have it any other way <3

MY BEHIND THE SCENES!! DESIGNS SHEETS!! in @hotguycomiczine :D *throwing these over like bricks*

If you haven't read the zine yet, you can download it here! and/or read my comics that used these designs here <3

More messy and silly early designs and process under the cut ↓↓ (I will maybe ramble more abt the thought process and such later in one ask o7 I just. keep procrastinating on answering it ASKDAKJW ANON IF U SEE THIS I DID NOT FORGET U I PROMISE)

So first off, my endless cg design suffering (this guy gave me sm pain i SWEAR TO GOD

Gem and Pearl concepts :D Pearl's design got revamped a bit after I started coloring my comics tho o7

Early bug concepts from me!! (super honored to do the final design for the bug I love this evil little guy)

And just some miscellaneous/scrapped and silly stuff during the comic making LOL

Last but not least hi ppl who kept up with ddd. how do u :3 feel about this :3 ringing any bells :3 /SILLY HASDAHJKLHEAKWEH👍💥

[violet-jessop]

turns out i'm super fucking bad at math

[threebooksoneplot]

3B1P Countdown to Eclipse season: Day 2

Bald/nuance? Tell us in the comments!

Could Edward and Jacob ever have been friends? What exactly went down in that cuck tent, anyway? Speculate with us in the Three Books One Plot Season 3 premiere (9/11/24) and listen along as we read Eclipse and The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner simultaneously this year!

Three Books One Plot is a Twilight podcast with a twist: we simultaneously read Life and Death and Midnight Sun! This season: we'll once again brave the dangers Stephenie Meyer wouldn't as we continue Life and Death and Midnight Sun into the Eclipse era. More info here.

[scealaiscoite]

⋆˚࿔ one hundred paired prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

¹⁾ a pot of fresh coffee and split knuckles

²⁾ orange peels and a car battery

³⁾ sand dunes and leather boots

⁴⁾ a printer and a knife

⁵⁾ incense and handcuffs

⁶⁾ a crushed velvet sofa and a video camera

⁷⁾ stale cigarettes and cotton candy

⁸⁾ loose change and headlights

⁹⁾ grey hairs and a gold belt buckle

¹⁰⁾ burnt coffee and grass stains

¹¹⁾ cherry cola and blue jeans

¹²⁾ chipped green nail polish and an empty dinner table

¹³⁾ a stack of paperwork and metal music

¹⁴⁾ a patchwork quilt and sweet tea

¹⁵⁾ a hockey sweater and a two-seater sofa

¹⁶⁾ perfume oil and rolled up shirtsleeves

¹⁷⁾ fallen leaves and guilt

¹⁸⁾ radio channels and a birthday card

¹⁹⁾ ravens and meadowsweet

²⁰⁾ apologies and bitter red wine

²¹⁾ library books and pouring rain

²²⁾ a breathalyser and popcorn

²³⁾ princess plasters and iodine

²⁴⁾ a tote bag with one broken strap and a winding staircase

²⁵⁾ a parasol and a tumbler of straight whiskey

²⁶⁾ fresh honey and a cult

²⁷⁾ wisdom teeth and blue eyes

²⁸⁾ sour cherries and a stolen hoodie

²⁹⁾ the flu and a heatwave

³⁰⁾ a boonie hat and a sunset

³¹⁾ vanilla perfume and a kitchen counter

³²⁾ a buffalo skull and a leather armchair

³³⁾ a throw pillow and a doorway

³⁴⁾ pink fluffy handcuffs and an unexpected guest

³⁶⁾ a package and a divorce

³⁷⁾ a stripper pole and a hangover

³⁸⁾ familiar cologne and a black eye

³⁹⁾ a lit candle and a snowstorm

⁴⁰⁾ an unsealed letter and a fallen pine tree

⁴¹⁾ headlights and footprints

⁴²⁾ a blocked number and traffic lights

⁴³⁾ a racesuit and a countdown

⁴⁴⁾ a butcher’s apron and a phonecall

⁴⁵⁾ battered comic books and a broken window

⁴⁶⁾ cold floorboards and a roommate

⁴⁷⁾ smooth vermouth and gold rings

⁴⁸⁾ a lip piercing and a rough hand

⁴⁹⁾ someone’s spare room and an eclipse

⁵⁰⁾ a game of mahjong and bad jazz music

⁵¹⁾ a jigsaw puzzle and a mortuary

⁵²⁾ a broke-up sidewalk and a knitted scarf

⁵³⁾ a poundshop wig and broken glass

⁵⁴⁾ a bunk bed and a crush

⁵⁵⁾ a red ink tattoo and a dinner gone cold

⁵⁶⁾ a warm palm and a flannel shirt

⁵⁷⁾ fresh basil and a half-empty bottle of arrack

⁵⁸⁾ a nightclub bathroom and smeared eyeliner

⁵⁹⁾ a busted lip and strawberry icecream

⁶⁰⁾ a floral-patterned dress and a looming balcony

⁶¹⁾ peach pits and a pressed shirt collar

⁶²⁾ a white mercedes and cheap perfume

⁶³⁾ a fwb and a housekey

⁶⁴⁾ a blue sarong and a fingertip tracing over a scar

⁶⁵⁾ a sauna room and a terse exchange

⁶⁶⁾ fried plantains and a briefcase

⁶⁷⁾ dried lavender and a tiled bathtub

⁶⁸⁾ a hotel room and a bouquet of lilies

⁶⁹⁾ sweet mango lassi and a suitcase

⁷⁰⁾ orange streetlights and a nightmare

⁷¹⁾ a crucifix and a thigh tattoo

⁷²⁾ a palm tattoo and the thrum of a heartbeat

⁷³⁾ a champagne room and a police siren

⁷⁴⁾ blue nitrile gloves and a hickey

⁷⁵⁾ a double-wide trailer and shotgun shells

⁷⁶⁾ stitches and pyjama shorts

⁷⁷⁾ karaoke and a snowdrift

⁷⁸⁾ an older man and a twin bed

⁷⁹⁾ chinese takeout and a graveyard

⁸⁰⁾ wet clothes and ambulance sirens

⁸¹⁾ carbolic soap and a creaking staircase

⁸²⁾ an undercover assignment and wrung hands

⁸³⁾ the back seat of a limousine and bustling night streets

⁸⁴⁾ a steamed-up bathroom and cold floorboards

⁸⁵⁾ a grand prix and a breakup

⁸⁶⁾ a third place trophy and a picture frame

⁸⁷⁾ the last slice of birthday cake and crossed legs

⁸⁸⁾ squashed raspberries and heated cheeks

⁸⁹⁾ pink lipgloss and brass knuckles

⁹⁰⁾ a ghost mask and a late visit

⁹¹⁾ loose bullets and slashed tires

⁹²⁾ a tactical belt and patterned bedsheets

⁹³⁾ a goaltender’s stick and a lonely walk home

⁹⁴⁾ a dog bed and a migraine

⁹⁵⁾ lit billboards and a floor-length gown

⁹⁶⁾ a divebar negroni and a game of pool

⁹⁷⁾ olive trees at harvest time and divorce papers

⁹⁸⁾ a caviar bump and vanilla coke

⁹⁹⁾ a whale tail and pantsuit

¹⁰⁰⁾ legs thrown into a lap and calloused hands

[aquacomet]

We've now officially hit the extra and final Day 4! (From the board opening, check the original post's time to keep track!)

We are now in the final 24 hours+ to add to the collab! (24 hours+ as the closing may also be a little into Friday if people need it to finish things up!)

Space update: While things are looking especially jam-packed, there's still hidden spots of space you could squeeze into if you wish! (Want to stick in a tiny guy, a character sneaking a peak of the party from behind another or just some extra party treats or snacks on the table? Now would be the best time to do so!)

Important note: Since we're now in the final stretch, if you still have something still in WIP form and you would like to finish before the final result is posted please make sure to check back if you have the time!

Happy Ruin Eclipse Day! 🎉

May 19th marks the anniversary for the day the first FNAF Security Breach: Ruin DLC trailer was revealed! In celebration Ruin Eclipse's first appearance I'll be opening a magma collab board from today!

This will be a multi day-long themed magma collab where we'll be aiming to try add as many Eclipses as we can on one page! (This includes AUs and variations! Sun and Moons and their variations/AUs are also allowed!)

Remember! The board will be open and available for at least 3 days from when this is posted! This give people a chance to join if they are busy for the opening day or generally need time to finish their art!

(The board may be open longer depending how things go, make sure to check the reblogs posted from myself for updates!)

Before jumping in here are the rules:

No NSFW

Merge your layers when finished! (This is important to prevent slowdowns and allow others to draw if we go near the layer limit)

Make sure to sign your work so I can credit you when the final result is posted!

Keep your character a reasonable size

Please try to colour and finish your character/art if you can!

The board is DCA themed (AU's and variations are also encouraged!)

Without further ado, happy doodling!

[anistarrose]

Boy I do love watching the eclipse, I sure hope no cacophonous sound knocks my friends unconscious and no eyes of a terrible extradimensional force show up in the Ethereal Plane to start a ticking countdown to the world's doom!

[rosaalee]

Countdown to Twilightmas

Day 13: Bella & Edward

[1800titz]

UNSPOOL | first time anal

soft, boyfriend au

You’re nervous. Understandably. It’s like that time you wore zeal and went bungee jumping in the batholiths; craning your neck up to the summit of the bridge was one thing, but dangling over the ravine on a harness was another. You want a countdown, or—? (“Just launch,” squeezed out between your teeth. You swore, sagging over the cleuch like that, you felt every synapse wriggle like a worm.) When you were in college, you stepped on a penny board and broke a tooth on the asphalt, so now you’d rather regret no than regret saying yes. But you remember the drop and the weightless thrum of adrenaline that felt so close to touching God’s nose and forging transmutation, and you think life is all about shouldering your way from the comfort zone and worms. And you really, really want him to fuck your ass.

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When he breathes again, his shoulders swell up, and he doesn’t bother wiping his chin off against his palm, so your arousal sits like a filthy swatch of a topcoat varnishing his jaw. 

“What’s’a matter?”

You shake your head again. A little jut that picks up on its own kinetic momentum the longer you stare back at him. The easy, pensive sculpt of his features. You try to superimpose hesitancy (curdling at the back of your throat like sour milk) with a smile, but it’s flimsy. “Nothing.”

He frowns. Leans over you and cages your body in with his arms so quickly that it nearly gives you whiplash. A curl flops over his forehead in the process, where the skin is smooth despite the ruckle between his ruminative brows. You blink up at him and gnaw into your lip until he catches it between his thumb and forefinger to pry it from your teeth and squish. 

“Something.”

You bat your lashes at him helplessly. Hopelessly. You don’t want to spell this out, because you don’t want to give him the wrong impression, and he looks too tender. It pools in your belly.

“I’m a little bit—“ you finally manage, your mouth still tucked in his fingers, “Like. Nervous.”

His eyes are a little wet. The way they get when he’s been eating your cunt for too long for the rings of his irises to take, until the green hellebore and flecking gorse is eclipsed by the full-moons of his pupils, and if you were to pick your hand up and palm it along the stony heft of his heavy cock, you’d find a wet spot spilling along the mushroomed ridges of his tip through the cotton. He takes his fingers away from your pout when you poke out at his thumb with the tip of your tongue.

“We don’t have to do this,” Harry assures. The words are sincere and so nonchalantly chiseled that your spit puddles to the back of your throat. You nearly choke on it. “I could fuck your pretty pussy and we’ll call it a day. It’ll be just as good.”

You shiver. 

“Or—“ he hunches down to speckle a kiss to the crest of your cheekbone, the corner of your mouth, “We don’t have to do anything. Your call.”

Your brows notch. This is the gorge. The panorama of the canyon unfolding in a plummet; feathers prickling under your shoulder blades when the cord wrenches you back, swaying. You're airborne. You can taste the ozone on the back of your tongue— nearly smear your fingers along the borders of the broken crater in its layer over the earth. 

“I want to,” you tell him, lashes fluttering. 

You can squeeze all your muscles and imagine him carving a shape out for himself in this place of you— forcing flesh to split around him until you feel his cockhead in your underbelly, where the molten geyser of your arousal has been spilling. You want to feel the stretch, you want to feel like you’re being pried apart, you want to give that to him. 

“Want you to… fuck me there.”

You pick your head up, and you can’t reach his mouth from the angle, so you settle for smearing a kiss against his chin and pick up the tack of your tang across your lips. Your tongue swipes out softly. You taste yourself— it’s so delicately lewd—

He thinks it’s hot, so his eyes narrow a little, and he ducks his head to nip at your ear. 

The press of sharp teeth on your cartilage is a paradox to the gentle nature of his tone, the plume of his hot breath on your earlobe. 

“You don’t have anythin’ to be nervous about,” Harry murmurs, “We stretched you out all nice, so it shouldn’t hurt. And if it does, we’ll stop.”

Your heart murmurs. He ducks his head a little more, and pastes his mouth onto your pulsepoint. It’s chaste, but you feel it like a thunderclap rippling across your heartbeat. 

When he stretches over the bed and hands you a vibrator, you blink up at him. 

“To take the edge off,” he supplies, lips curling, but the grin is more soft than seamy, and oh, fuck— he’s going to fuck your ass. 

He’s going to fuck your ass. Raw.