#lightest star darkest night

[er-idkhehe]

wait but why is Snape shipped with all of bullies 😭

[unboundprompts]

Different Ways to Describe Blue Eyes

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

She had eyes like the sky on a warm, sunny day.

His eyes were of the darkest blue, like the ocean that threatened to drown sailors on a stormy night.

Their eyes glowed with anger, resembling the blue flames of an unforgiving fire.

His eyes were like ice: cold and relentless.

She had bright blue eyes that seized all the sadness in his heart when she looked at him.

His eyes were fire in the water.

Their eyes were the exact same shade of blue as the bucket he used to take with him down to the pond as a kid.

Her eyes reminded him of watercolors, blues and greens and purple mixing together like paint on a canvas.

He had eyes like sapphires: big beautiful gems that watched her every move.

She had never seen eyes like theirs— the lightest blue color that they were nearly silver— and she couldn’t help but to stare.

Their eyes were like deep blue pools, and he felt that he would get lost in them if given the chance.

His eyes were the same as the blue-green mountain lakes, reflecting the hue of evergreen trees and the sparkling sun.

With just a glance at her blue eyes, he could see a lifetime a struggle that she had never spoken aloud before.

In their blue eyes, she saw rings of gold like a new sun.

He had eyes like the midwinter sky.

Her blue eyes fixed him in the best ways.

They had never realized that blue eyes could look like such hot fire until now.

His eyes were the blue of the dark sky, lit with dancing northern lights and bright stars.

Her blue eyes had the sweetest traces of caramel.

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[revasserium]

hello there !! I love reading your l&ds posts and I would like to request from prompt 1, stolen kisses + xavier please? thank you <3

send me one + a character and i'll write u a drabble

49. stolen kisses

xavier; 1,009 words; fluff, gn!reader, no "y/n", xavier being cheeky

summary: a few stolen kisses

a/n: exactly what it says on the label; the lightest of spoilers for his veiled whispers card, but the literal lightest.

001

In the forest, on the edge of the battlefield, with the remnants of smoke still filling the air; he tastes of sweat and sweetness, reassurance and regret — you press your palm to his chest and push slightly, gasping for breath as he pulls away.

“X-Xavier?”

He hums, licking his lips, his eyes wide and warm as he grins, reaching up to touch his mouth experimentally, as if uncertain of what he’d just done.

“Sorry — I just… suddenly wanted to…”

You blush, leaning in for another soft peck, shaking your head.

“It’s okay… I don’t mind.”

You squeak as he tugs you towards him, an arm now tight around your waist.

“Good… because I actually think I quite like it.”

002

On your couch the night after it rains, and you’re not drunk anymore but there’s something so steady and solid in the way he presses his lips to yours that somehow, when he pulls away, you wonder if the world is still spinning. Or maybe it’s just the way he makes you feel, how he twists your stomach and tangles in your laughter — how he leans in to press his forehead against yours, breathing you in.

“Feeling better?”

You nod, heat kissing up your spine as one of his hands drops to your waist to pull you closer.

“When I said you were being a little distant…” your words trail off as he lifts your chin with a finger, shaking his head.

“You don’t have to explain… I get it. And… I’ll do better,” he grins, leaning in again, pausing before his lips meet yours.

“Starting right now…” he says, and you can taste the promise, honey-sweet, right on the tip of his tongue.

003

On the pier, beneath the sparkling lights of the Linkon Tower, his lips warm against your cheek as he pulls you in. And by the time you turn to look at him with wide eyes, he’s turning back to the tower, pointing at the top.

“Isn’t it pretty?” he asks.

You smile, blushing as you lean up onto your tip toes and kiss his cheek as well.

“The prettiest,” you say, landing back on your feet.

He turns to face you again, something warm and unreadable in his eyes — they’re so blue, and up close, you start to realize that they’re a celestial phenomenon. They are the hearts and dreams of ancient stars, cast through the lens of a telescope pointed toward the deepest, darkest corners of space. They are endless in a way that only eyes can be. In them, you find galaxies; in them, you find yourself.

“Yeah… I think you are,” he says, unabashed as he bends down for a proper kiss, one that is less breath and more wanting, less search and more belonging. When he pulls back, you purse your lips and glance back at the tower.

“We missed the whole light show.”

Xavier shakes his head, “We got something better instead, didn’t we?”

004

When he finally comes home, bruises littering his torso like footprints in the snow. Your back pressed against the bedroom door, his fingers digging into the meat of your hips.

“X-Xavier?”

“I was —” his eyes are dark, his chest heaving as he swallows and tears his eyes away. His voice is harsh when he finally catches his breath, “There was a moment when… I thought —” he lets his head fall forward onto your shoulder, his grip on you slackening.

You reach up to wrap your arms around you, murmuring in his ear.

“I’m here… it’s alright…”

His arms snake around you, wrapping you in a tight embrace as he takes a deep breath, and then another. Faintly, you marvel to yourself that you can feel his heartbeat thumping against your chest, so much faster than its usual steady, almost terrifyingly slow rhythm. But now…

“I’m sorry… was I too harsh?” Xavier pulls back, his gaze softening as he looks you over.

You laugh, shaking your head, “No — and you’re the one who just got back from a difficult mission — c’mon, let me look at these injuries.”

You push him back onto the bed till he’s sitting, tugging open his shirt even as heat creeps up your cheeks. You try to focus on tending to his injuries, the smattering of cuts that lace his right arm, the dark bruise blossoming along his ribs. He holds still and quiet for most of it, but when you finish, he catches your hand as you try to reach for the first aid kit, spread open on the bed next to him.

Slowly, he tugs you up to press a kiss to the tender skin just inside of your wrist. Shivers skitter through you, setting your body ablaze with want as he looks down at you, kneeling before him. A hand comes up to cup your cheek, and then he’s pulling you forward again, falling back till you’re straddling his hips, his hair spread out beneath him like a halo of pure starlight.

“I’m fine,” he says, pressing your palm to his chest. And there, you can feel his heartbeat slowly steadying out to its usual rhythm. Ba-dump… ba-dump… ba-dump…

“I know,” you say, leaning forward to cage him in with your arms, one on either side of his face. He blinks up at you, his palms settling on your thighs as he traces abstract patterns into your skin.

“Good… then you don’t have to be so careful with me.”

“Was I?” you feel a thrill of desire tingle up your spine as he lets his hands wander up your legs to the hem of your nightshirt, “I didn’t notice.”

Xavier’s smile is sweet and indulgent as he pulls you down for another kiss, and then another —

“I notice everything you do… because I’ll always notice. Because… it’s you.”

[lilac-5ky]

always darkest before the dawn (Satoru x Fem!Reader)

plot: your boyfriend finds you waiting on his porch after a mission you warned him against going.

tags: hurt/comfort with a silly ending cause I'm silly for this man.

wc: 2.4k

“Baby? What are you still doing up?”

The sound of his voice gets amplified with every step he takes toward the dim-lit engawa, a pleasant break from the incessant chirping of the cicadas slowly being traded for that of the first morning sparrows—midnight sky melting into the lightest shades of blue. Stars are sprinkled over the velvet canopy like powder sugar, a subtle bronze haze dividing the horizon from the heavens above, and you almost thank them for sending their most exalted angel your way.

He comes alive again—wings heavy from the blood that soaks them, its source hardly human.

The knitted blanket slides off your shoulders as you turn around to face Satoru, his otherwise sublime features wearier and more haggard than you remember seeing them this morning by your pillow. He carries a bag in each hand, his apology wrapped in layers upon layers of aluminum foil. You wonder what it tastes like. Last time was gyoza, and the time before that drunken noodles—always accompanied by some sort of dessert from some faraway corner of the map, which he (typically) promises to revisit with you.

“Welcome home.” You sigh, mustering a smile to distract him from the dried-up tears that stain the apples of your cheeks.

It was a long night, and his absence stretched it to eternity. You realized after he left for his mission that forever is a long time to be spent alone, especially when the last words you said to him echo harder than the cumbersome footsteps of his departure, scaring you into thinking that was the last you heard of each other.

No one ever told you that being with the strongest meant becoming stronger yourself.

It’s not fair.

He doesn’t miss the opportunity to call you weak, making a habit of teasing you when your puny arms fail to carry his excessive haul of grocery bags or when you can’t open a mere jar of jam without him loosening the cap beforehand. He doesn’t admit you are stronger than him, despite you being the one to carry his burden and your worries, the two brewing into a sickly cocktail of premonition you can barely stomach—one that initiated today’s fallout.

You feel wronged. Your roles were reversed against your will; the comfort of being the weak one viciously yanked from your grasp, feet forcefully put into a pair of shoes you were never meant to wear. You should be weak. He should be strong. You should be crying, and he should be comforting. You should be able to tell him, don’t go, and he should be able to stay.

But you didn’t. And he did not.

Unaffected by the war of contradictory motions in your head, Satoru plops down beside you, large palms emptying of the cheap plastic handles to fill up with you. The thrill of the fight still hasn’t worn out, muscles taut from the action, and eyes bright under their concealment. He feels warm, warmer than the blanket that’s now receded to your thighs, though not warm enough to appease the cold in your heart, goosebumps prickling your skin from the inside out like your body is trying to escape itself.

A lump forms in your throat from where his lips touch your neck, briefly and fleetingly, before they are replaced with the familiar fluff of hair. It’s ironic how he tries to fit in you. There isn’t a part of you that hasn’t been touched by him in one way or another, and if you could pull out your own guts to make more space for him, then you would. You’d let him consume you whole if that meant never spending a second without him.

You wonder if that’s how love is supposed to be. You aren’t sure. You don’t know if you’re just another person who foolishly let themselves worship Gojo Satoru—if, in your effort to get to know the real him, you became his biggest fan.

“You are abnormally quiet.” You point out, instantly hating how ragged your voice sounds. The only dissonance in the picturesque garden of his estate.

Satoru shifts in his position, heavy jaw rubbing sweetly against your bare shoulder, hot breath fanning your neck. “I’m just mimicking you.”

“Mimicking me?” A bit better this time.

“Mhm.”

You glance at him, following the curve of his nose down to the dip of his cupid’s bow, both highlighted under the waning moonlight. Even when the stars are slowly drained and those flattering shadows dispelled, his beauty remains a certain constant. He is so beautiful that your heart aches, a longing sigh caught at the far back of your palate, his soft smile begging for its release.

He won’t hear you say it. Not tonight.

You test out the waters with a teasing poke of your tongue. He does the same, mouths almost touching with how closely he leans forward. Then a pout. A scrunch of the nose. An unserious wiggle of his eyebrows that mirrors your own—an image far more perfect than the one you’re used to seeing in the mirror.

“Would you jump down a cliff if I did?” You taunt.

“Absolutely!” He breaks the loop, answering in less than a heartbeat. “You know I would. The world would be a horrible place without my sugarplum.”

“You know, you could save us both if you wanted.” You say with a level voice.

“The greatest love stories are sealed by tragedy.” Satoru argues back. “Romeo and Juliette. Jack and Rose. Orihime and Hikoboshi. Takeru and Hikari.”

You are quick to spot the odd one out. “First of all, stop sneaking in Digimon references thinking I won’t notice, and second of all, Takeru and Hikari didn’t die.”

“No, but they never got together.” He frowns.

You roll your eyes. “You are unbelievable.”

“And you’re soooo pretty. Did you do something to your face? Your dark circles look extra dark tonight.” Satoru tries to catch your cheek in his palm, fine sand slipping through his fingers as you pull away.

“Shut up!” Your mixed chuckles course through your body, reigning over the tremors that previously had you shriveling into a ball of tightly packed limps. Staying mad at him is impossible when he’s actually there; all mood for poignancy gone in an instant.

“You never answered my question.” A featherlight hum brushes against the shell of your ear, the pout easy on his tone. “What are you still doing up?”

With a knowing smile, you peer at the sky, feeling the press of his cheek on yours as he follows the movement of your eyes. “Whenever I miss you, the only thing that calms me is looking at the sky.”

“You know I’m not dead, right?”

“Say one more stupid thing, and that will change!” You warn with your pointer up. He kisses it. God.

You tap your finger against his forehead, urging some distance be put between the two of you. “Whenever I look at the sky,” you start again, “I see you.”

Breaking from his embrace, you shape two circles with your thumbs and forefingers, narrowing their size until they turn into a pair of minuscule goggles you lower over to where his eyes supposedly lie behind the blindfold. “See? Just like your eyes.”

“Oh, I’m not too sure about that.” Satoru gazes at the sky through your fingers, eventually tipping in your direction. He smirks, “I mean, the eyes of the Gojo Satoru are kinda hard to beat. See?”

Peeling the blindfold off, he lets your palms spread over his cheeks, azure eyes losing their vibrancy as your dainty fingers frame them better than any pair of sunglasses in his collection. He’s right. The original cannot compare. It’s not Satoru’s eyes that resemble the sky. It’s the sky that resembles his eyes, for in his 28 years, he’s managed to make something as ancient as time itself seem like a cheap rip-off.

“But I am flattered.” Warm palms cushion yours as he brings them to his mouth. You don’t realize how frigid they are until he starts blowing the cold away, smiling against them. “Means I’m always on your mind with how often your head’s in the clouds.”

“Can’t go one minute without bringing me down, huh?” Your voice frail once more.

“I can. But where’s the fun in that?”

You pull each other into a gentle kiss, Satoru’s arms snaking around your waist while your fingers cup his cheeks with urgency, fearing that by the time your eyes blink open, he’ll already have faded into stardust. He doesn’t share your concern, soft pecks interrupted by muffled chuckles, the taste on his lips giving you an idea of what he brought home with him.

“Pancakes?” Your tongue drags against his bottom lip. Foreheads pressed against one another.

“Mhm. Figured you’d be hungry for breakfast at this ungodly hour.” Satoru pecks your lips again and again, making it impossible to think straight, let alone answer, given how often your mouths are smashed together.

“How did you know I’d be up?” You breathe out.

“Hmm, a premonition?” He grins, playing with fire with how he mocks your previous words of concern. “My six eyes—”

“Do your six eyes tell you that you’ll be smacked in three, two, one!”

Limitless activates before your forehead can ram into his skull, the number of times you bob your head futile.

“One of these days, my anger will outdo your technique.” You promise.

“Can’t wait for that!” Satoru beams earnestly. “Maybe then I can teach you about domains too. Make my baby into the best—well, second-best sorcerer.”

Truly impossible.

The world quiets down as the final veil of the night is lifted from the sky and dawn begins its dance, everything it touches slowly coming into life. Light seeps between the yellowing grass blades, illuminating the morning dew that rests upon them. Water sparkles as it pours from the bamboo fountain, the constant thump setting the tempo for the birds’ song. Fragrance is drawn out of the towering pine trees, grounding the elegance of the showy blue hydrangeas. No room for despair in this imagery of hope, complete with Satoru’s presence, white lashes fluttering shut as he stretches like a cat in the sun.

You love him.

You know you do. You mean it every morning and every night when he makes you say it in between chuckles, slender fingers tickling the admission out of your ribs. You mean it when he moves heaven and earth to fulfill a stupid promise you made at 4 AM when you were drunk out of your mind and he tucked you into the comfort of your shared bed—somehow less sober without a drop of alcohol in his system.

You mean it when there’s sand in his eyes, when his breath doesn’t smell as peachy as one would expect of someone as ridiculously perfect as him, when his voice cracks during a sing-along. You mean it when his tongue licks the luscious coffee cream from your lips and when it greedily laps between the puffy lips down under.

There is so much you love about him that you’d run out of synonyms for words before you could jot them all down in a way that’s not dull to read, and still, you’d lose out on describing how exactly he makes you feel.

Because Satoru isn’t a person, so much as he is art. Sometimes he is just splash of colors across a canvas without the masterful strokes needed to hone him into a finished product. Other times, he is just the notes composing the wonderful lilt of his voice, too audacious to be deemed a symphony. He can be poetry too, spilling out of the ordinary 17-syllable arrangement of a haiku. But most of all, he is raw energy, an untamed torrent ripping through mountains and a whirlwind sweeping everything in its path.

It’s hard not to romanticize him in moments like this. They don’t come too often.

“You know, you don’t need tragedy to write a good love story.” Your tendency to break the silence festers into a bad habit. “We might be doomed by the narrative, but we are here to live. I’d rather live with you than die with you, or live a life without you.” You whisper, voice getting caught in your throat.

Sincerity always scared you, but if there’s one thing more regrettable than words you’ve said, then that’d be words that were never told.

Your focus shifts to your dangling feet, grass grazing your toes at the completion of each nervous sway. You are no longer touching. Not purposely at least, contact reduced to the slight nudge of your shoulders as Satoru leans against his to smile.

“Gotcha.” He says, not quite pressuring you to face him just yet. “It was easy-peasy, by the way. Yuji and Nobara did most of the work, while Megumi—he fell inside a curse’s stomach. It was hilarious! You should visit them soon; see how my kids have grown.”

Your lips pucker their way around your mouth, tongue poking at your cheek from the inside—prelude to a slow nod. Too uncertain to be directed at him. You regret bringing this up. You should’ve let yourself bask in his affections when they didn’t require a verbal answer.

“You worry too much.” Your uneasiness prompts Satoru to crane his neck and lay a tender kiss on the crown of your head. His voice serious when he says, “I won’t die.”

“That’s what everyone says right before they die.”

“But I’m not everyone. I’m Gojo Satoru, and I won’t die.”

You gulp, then huff a forced chuckle. “H-hey, that’s a pretty good catchphrase. You should use it in your fights when you’re about to deal the killing blow.”

“I have a better one. I’m Gojo Satoru, and I love youuuu~” He sings, seconds before his lips attack your neck, deft fingers mercilessly tickling your sides against the hard wood.

“God! You are so corny!” You blurt in between giggles.

“You love it!” He protests, a wild glint to his eyes. “C’mon, don’t be shy. Say it.”

“N-no way!”

“No?” The sadist stops his torture, finding new ways to torment you as he slyly moves toward the forgotten takeout. “Guess I’ll be enjoying these myself then. Thank me for the food!”

“Hey, Satoru! Wait!” You concede.

Maybe it’s fine to let him stand on the podium alone this once.

a/n: my mood is all over the place nowadays, suffering writer's block, wrote this as a self-indulgent 5 AM craze, help satoru brainrot too strong

[fictionalwench]

Eddie, who loves you like a Hozier song. Like Work Song. He worships you, fucking craves you. He's nicknamed you angel, because that's what you are to him. You're Heaven sent, and he doesn't know what he did to be as blessed as he is, but he'd do it a million times over just for you. Just to kiss your sweet lips. Just to see those eyes that shine with so much love and pride when you look at him.

He still remembers the first time he saw you, sitting with some friends and watching his bands show at The Hideout. He'd damn near dropped his guitar, and it'd made you giggle, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson. He remembers thinking you'd be the death of him, and you have been, a million times over.

Every time you whisper your adoration for him. Every time you ran your fingers through his hair or down his back. Every time he woke up to you, naked, tangled in the sheets and his arms, your bewitching face open and peaceful. Every time, he feels just a little bit of him die. It's like the longer he's with you, the more of himself he loses, as if you're slowly killing him. Like he's a Mortal man, and this is his punishment for falling in love with a goddess.

'I'm gonna marry that girl one day, Wayne. Honest to God,' he tells his Uncle one early morning over breakfast. You'd slept over the night before, and he'd fallen asleep first, exhausted from the gig he'd played. You must have gotten awfully bored, because when he woke up, his D&D books were organized by color, size, and author. He'd looked back to his bed, admiring the way the blankets wrapped around your curves, his heart melting when you'd reached towards where he usually lays, gripping the sheets.

Wayne just nods and sips his coffee, but what Eddie can't see is the older man smiling into the warm drink. He'd never seen his nephew brighter or happier, and you look at Eddie like he created the stars. It's the kind of love Eddie had needed his whole life, the security of it, the comfort. Wayne had seen his nephews darkest and lightest moments, but he'd never seen him shine like this.

Eddie talked about marrying you all the time. He'd notice your shoe untied, and bend to tie it for you, and kneel on one knee, opening his hand like a ring box. Small cheesy gestures to make you laugh, the sound as sweet as sugar to his ears. But someday, he swore, there'd be a real ring in his hand. A good one. One of the pretty ones from the jewelry store the next town over where they bring you champagne while you shop. He'd come up with the money somehow, even if he had to quit music and the garage. Get a real office job (even though he knows that's the last thing you'd ever want, and that you'd probably kick his ass if he gave up on his dreams).

But now, as he leans in the doorway of his room, smiling to himself as you curl into a ball, mumbling in your sleep, he feels perfectly content and happy. He can wait a few years to pop the question. Wait until you have your own place together.

Besides.

He's only got the rest of his life.

[kaiandels]

(short ass story) dependency : e.w x reader

Context: Letters that the reader gave Ellie after their breakup. The reader is an aspiring chef. And Ellie is an unemployed woman :))

Warning: toxic, vulgar language, not proofread,

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“I miss the eyes that looked at me with love. And now you look at me like you had enough.”

“y/n” ellie laughed as she lifted you up the air. those eyes that you loved so dearly, were now forever lost in a void that you could never be able to reach for.

“I’m sorry, I was tired. Everything that happened to us, felt like it was my fault.”

“All of my sentences are possibly all cliches, but you only loved me, because I was there… when no one pleased you in the darkest of nights, took care of you in the lightest of days, and when i loved you, when it was hard to love you.”

“And to understand you, when it was hard to understand you.”

“ ‘cause supposedly, that’s what love should have been. right? “

“This is fucking crazy.” Ellie threw her hands up in the air feeling as if what you were saying is nonsense. “You have to look for work Ellie… are you fucking- I can’t be there to fend for you all the time!” you screamed as you felt your chest tightened.

“Then fucking leave, alright? I never asked you to fend for me or whatever the fuck that is. I’m going to go in my own pace, how many times have I told you that?!”

“I risked everything for you, but you risked none.”

“I had many dreams, and you crushed every single thing left in to pieces.”

“What the fuck is this?” Ellie asked gripping a plane ticket in her hand. “You’re leaving me?” Ellie’s voice cracked.

“Ofcourse i’m not. Leaving for a while could benefit us, Ellie. I could take care of you longer and I wouldn’t have to worry about financials and… there’s a possibility that I could land you a job there too.”

“I don’t need a fucking job. And you’re not going anywhere.” Ellie spat firmly.

“You don’t understand, Ellie. I landed my dream job. I get to be a fucking chef in a 5 star michelin restaurant. It sounds like a fucking fairytale … aren’t you happy for me? We’ve been dreaming about this since we got together. Don’t tell me you forgot about that too.”

“I don’t fucking care. Now this?” Ellie held the plane ticket high. “Is fucking non-existent now.” Ellie manages to rip the paper in to shreads. “You’re not going anywhere.” Ellie stomps off to her room, looking like a fucking child.

You couldn’t sleep after that. Your dreams were crushed but you knew there was only one way to build yourself back up again. And that was… grabbing a piece of paper and a pen.

“You were not the person that I loved anymore.

You were not the same Ellie Williams that dreamed big.

That had ambition, the same ambition that I had.

We don’t see eachother anymore. Eye-to-eye, is that it?

And it took a lot for me to say this.

But I don’t love you anymore.

You’re too fucking dependant.

You are an uneducated, manipulative, and an ignorant piece of shit.

And I am SO MUCH fucking better than this.

And I can’t grown in to a better person, if i’m stuck with someone who has their foot stuck up in their ass.

I wanted a partner, not a fucking child.

The ticket you ripped, was for you.

I thought it was a chance that I could make you grow in to a better person. But i’m tired.

Go fuck yourself,

Y/n

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ps. this is shit but i love drama so i just started writing again. this would probably be my last… again. i’m so sick of writing smuts y’all don’t understand. i just started writing again cause i miss my gf.

(this was in my drafts for a long time)

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

The lightest (i.e., least massive) known star, OTS 44 [3000 x 2400] :: [just--space]

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There are stars who's light only reaches the Earth long after they have fallen apart. There are people who's remembrance gives light in this world, long after they have passed away. This light shines in our darkest nights on the road we must follow.

The Talmud..

[lunamothfloof]

✧ NOCTHERIAN

a term for therians who feel more connected to their theriotype(s) at night ☆

pt: noc-therian, a term for therians who feel more connected to their theriotype(s) at night!/e;nd pt

image id: a flag with stripes of varying shades of purple, going darkest to lightest on one half, and lightest to darkest on the other, there are also pink and white stripes between the two halves, as well as the therian symbol with some stars stars around it in the center of the flag / end id

[kentnaturaltribrid]

Ward of Farska, also known as Starlaka. It comes in a set of 13, as the 13th ward in the set. It means Lone Stars or Lone Comets. Though, most of the time it is directly referred to by name meaning lone stars, very rarely will it refer to a lone comet in the set of 13.

The yellow is for the Star light and the purple is for the moon type during which it will be most active when it is willing to be seen more often than when it hides. Most of the set is active during the dark moon or no moon. However, that’s traditionally they’re seen first during Winter and Autumn, during the darkest nights of the seasons. The Yellow is also for Summer, which the wards are also active during the lightest days of Summer, but not during the Spring lightest days. It depends on when the lone stars, are more ahead in the patterns and pathes of the skies during activity times. When they’re not, it is much dimmer of a night and therefore little activity of a ward or even runes.

[raphohwell]

Ships

The following list consists of the different shipsI like at the moment, with some notable exeptions and understatements. Feel free to vibe/brainrot with me about the following relationships, be they about love, friendship or pure unaltered smut.

Star Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi / Jango Fett

ObiJan is lengty love, illicit love. It's being pulled apart by your own code and you incredible love. It's about a choice, a sacrifice.

Obi-Wan Kenobi / Darth Maul

ObiMaul is about passion. It's about passion so great, so immense, that the darkest things become light and the lightest thing become dark. It's abandoning all good principles and dark plans and living in the eternal now.

Lord of the Rings

Thorin Oakenshield / Bilbo Baggins

BagginShield is a lifelong stress to conform, to be someone to look up to or to get along with, and deciding that love is more important, that pain is worth it for the sweet eyes and lazy mornings.

Gimli / Legolas Greenleaf

GiGolas is for the greatest betrayals, the sweetest nothings and the pain brought by one's familly. It's about loving in reckoning, in constant reminder of what had to be let go to be together.

Fili / Ori

Kili / Tauriel

Dwalin / Nori

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock Holmea / John H. Watson

JohnLock is for analytical love. It's for this great need to know everything about someone, their quirks, strengths, weaknesses. It's being attentive, obsessive, crazy. It's unrelenting curiosity.

Blue Period

Murai Yakumo / Yaguchi Yatora

YatoYaku is for the death of the artist, the immorality of a painting, the light that graces the dark ad the dark that emphasizes the light. It's for bad experiences, good experiences, artistic experiences.

Hashida Haruka / Murai Yakumo

YakuHaru is for innate love. Small love, quiet love. Love that stays under, simmering, waiting. It's love so natural and so plain, that when is exploses and shows itself it seems like it was always there.

Murai Yakumo / Yaguchi Yatora / Hashida Haruka

YatoYaKuHaru is for slowness in motion, it's for a three dimensional canvas, so special and unique it can't be comprehended. It's for the death of the self trough love, it's for stupidities and niceties being forgotten for unexplainable love.

Takahashi Yotasuke / Yaguchi Yatora

YatoYota is for homeliness. It's for good influences, hearty meals and soft nights. It's for thanking the stars for a calm and steady life, it's for the realization that nothing is impossible whe done in pair.

Haikyuu!!

Sawamura Daichi / Sugawara Koushi

DaiSuga is strenght and steadiness, it's peacefulness and mindfulness. It a calm sea in the morning lights.

Hinata Shouyou / Kageyama Tobio / Tsukishima Kei / Yamaguchi Tadashi

KageHinaTsukkiKage is the strength of the many, the firsts years against the world. It’s saying we will not be moved and we will prevail against all else.

Tsukishima Kei / Yamaguchi Tadashi

TsukkiYama is the horror/joy of being known and adored nonetheless. It’s being something so familiar.

Hinata Shouyou / Kageyama Tobio

KageHina is passion, unrelenting force. It’s gravitating together with no escape and no release.

Kageyama Tobio / Tsukishima Kei

TsukkiKage is the battering rams of love trough pain and sadness. It’s the mental illness being not in spite but because.

Hinata Shouyou / Miya Atsumu

AtsuHina is for monsters, beasts of passion and single minded focus. It’s unending joy of shared victory.

Hinata Shouyou / Kozume Kenma

HinaKen is the importance of peace, of steady, rocking peace. Of cold mornings and of a house so full with only two people.

Hinata Shouyou / Oikawa Tooru

HinaOi is the burning passion of a single night, overflowing into one's life. It's realizing that what you thought was a fad is becoming your whole life.

Hinata Shouyou / Tsukishima Kei

TsukkiHina is sweetness, simmering affection. It’s two separate worlds colliding.

Hinata Shouyou / Sakusa Kiyoomi

SakuHina is the greatest respect, the unlikely cohabitation that showcases the little loves in the little things.

Kuroo Tetsurou / Kozume Kenma

KurooKen is the steady calm love. It's the product of a lifetime of hiding, of running. It's facing one's fears head on and triumphing over them. It's a sun kissed afternoon; lazy but prickly.

Kuroo Tetsurou / Yaku Morisuke

KurooYaku is the force of character which overcomes all. It's stubborn love, fiery love that will never bow.

Kita Shinsuke / Ojiro Aran

KitAran is familly. It's unconditional love, peculiar love that slithers, unseen, in one's life until even imagining it gone is painful.

Miya Osamu / Suna Rintarou

OsaRin is angsty love. It's being fidgety when the other is far away, it's not liking to call or text because why would you, when you can be face to face and look into their eyes.

Miya Atsumu / Sakusa Kiyoomi

SakuAtsu is for acceptance and comprehension. It’s for two people to love each other so much they can change their whole lives to please.

Yahaba Shigeru / Kyoutani Kentarou

YahaKyou is angry love, repressed love. It's being so in love you feel like you need to lash out, to tell the world who they belong to in a fiery exclamation.

Oikawa Tooru / Iwaizumi Hajime

IwaOi is for separation and pain. It’s for perseverance and sadness, it’s the crushing notion of infinite distance. But it’s reunion, it’s finding one’s self again after all this time.

Bokuto Koutarou / Akaashi Keiji

BokuAka is for understanding and calculation. It’s for being careful, tiptoeing around stuff, because the alternative is to risk upsetting the other, and that would be the death of the self.

Hinata Shouyou / Miya Atsumu / Sakusa Kiyoomi / Bokuto Koutarou

AtsuHinaSakuBoku is for whimsical love. Unexpected and instant love. Love trough joy and jokes but also love trough pain and recovery.

Jujutsu Kaisen

Fushiguro Megumi / Itadori Yuuji

Okkotsu Yuta / Inumaki Toge

Wind Breaker

Sakura Haruka / Togame Jo

Kaji Ren / Sakura Haruka

Kiryu Mitsuki / Sakura Haruka

Sakura Haruka / Suo Hayate / Nirei Akhihiko

Bungo Stray Dogs

Nakajima Atsushi / Akutagawa Ryunosuke

Dazai Osamu / Nakahara Chuuya

Blue Lock

Chigiri Hyouma / Isagi Yoichi

Isagi Yoichi / Bachira Meguru

Isagi Yoichi / Nagi Seishiro

Bachira Meguru / Chigiri Hyouma / Isagi Yoichi

Isagi Yoichi / Itoshi Rin

Isagi Yoichi / Nagi Seishiro / Bachira Meguru / Chigiri Hyouma / Kunigami Rensuke / Raichi Jingo / Barou Shoei / Yukimiya Kenyu / Aryu Jyubei / Kiyora Jin / Kurona Ranze / Karasu Tabito / Shidou Ryusei / Hiori Yo / Otoya Eita / Niko Ikki

My Hero Academia

Izuku Midoriya / Katsuki Bakugou

Izuku Midoriya / Todoroki Shoto

Izuku Midoriya / Katsuki Bakugou / Todoroki Shoto

Izuku Midoriya / Katsuki Bakugou / Todoroki Shoto / Kirishima Ejirou / Kaminari Denki / Sero Hanta / Shinsou Hitoshi

Izuku Midoriya / Shinsou Hitoshi

Demon Slayer

Tanjirou Kamado / Inosuke Hashibira / Zenitsu Agatsuma

Genya Shinazugawa / Tanjirou Kamado

Run with the Wind

Haiji Kiyose / Kakeru Kurahara

SK8

Reki Kyan / Langa Hasegawa

Delicious In Dungeon

Laios Touden / Kabru of Utaya

[belayadeath-goner]

CRISP SUMMER AIR BLEW THROUGH THE OPEN WINDOW INTO THE KING'S BEDCHAMBERS, pulling white curtains into a ghostly flow. the pale light of the moon peer on through and into the room, its reflection provides a sparkle in the lilac of her partner's eye, dancing in the pools of warm color. a sight if ever there was one. they're not often allowed moments of privacy around here, most of his council and men still wary of her presence ( with good reason ), but aegon himself knew her heart. where before no allegiance had hold in her, he had seen it taken root and within it now existed naught but a devotion to him.

       their language was one of stolen glances across the hall, the occasional brush of a gloved hand upon passing by and a whisper of promises under the darkness of night, with only them and the moon and stars as witness.

her sword had been the first to go, next the armored vest she bore and gloves; there always was such intimacy in the vulnerability they allowed for the other to see. aegon knew parts of her none ever had. digits lift up to trace over the curve of his cheekbone, the first time she's felt his skin beneath her touch in days, weeks even? for all bianca knew it could've been years, the lack itself weary and agonizing.

AEGON II TARGARYEN: i’m starved for you, morning and night. @usyrps

he confessed under a low breath, and bianca's heart fluttered with his admittance. they are one shared fire, burning together. the king's hands had already found her frame — one pressed to the small of her back, whilst the other moved a loose strand of blonde hair out of her face. none but i see you for who you are, none know the darkest nor lightest parts of your soul like i. bianca lock their lips, without hesitation or remorse for her hunger was one so scarcely satisfied these days, her starvation only equally matched to his own. only the need for air forced them apart once more, but it'd been enough to quell their deprivation if only for a moment. “  i will admit, the days seem longer than before. and the nights without you darker still,  ” he's a beacon to her, a bright beam to light up her contrasting darkness.

                              “  i am yours, morning, noon and night. no matter how much time pass.  ”

[bluntz420x]

Is your birth year an odd or even number? Odd.

Which one of your friends is the most outgoing? hmm, probably the younger ones, lol.

Have you eaten any of your favourite foods today? i just woke up like an hour ago, so no, i havent eaten anything yet today.

When did you last find yourself in an awkward situation? if i paid attention to stuff like that, probably more often than i think.

What did you have for lunch yesterday? i think all i had was a bagel, before dinner.

In school, which subject(s) do/did you find the most difficult? applied maths, like statistics.

Who was the last person you Facebook messaged? What’s his/her star sign? wow LOL, i have no idea. i joined facebook like 15 years ago.

Who did you last say “thank you” to? Why? probably kyle. he ran in the house two times to get stuff i forgot.

Name a band you like, that starts with the same letter as your surname. nothing is jumping out to me.

When was the last time you ignored, or went against, someone’s advice? ha, i think this is another one of those things where, if i paid attention, id know the answer.

What happened? lol see above, who knows.

How many different towns/cities have you lived in? ive never lived outside of the greater metropolitan area of the immediate city near me.

Who is the 10th contact in your phone? What’s his/her favourite food? LOL thats someone in my neighborhood. i dont know them personally at all.

When was the last time you felt your heart racing? last night.

Have you ever had a kinky dream about a celebrity? OF COURSE DUH lol.

How old were your parents when they met? when they met, i believe my mom was around 25 and my dad was around 30. could have been maybe 2 years before that, tops. they didnt date long before getting pregnant with my older brother.

When was the last time you had Nutella? a few months ago. i binged it and got tired of it.

Who is your favourite character in “The Simpsons”? lisa, hands down.

How about “The Big Bang Theory”? i dont like that show. its never been that funny to me.

What are your parents’ middle names? this is a security question if ive ever seen it, lol.

Who is the 2nd contact in your phone? What colour are his/her eyes? i just saw him the other night and i have no idea, LOL. dude is high af whenever we hang out so XD

Name someone with a sexy sounding voice. my husband.

What genre(s) of music did you listen to 10 years ago? same stuff really. ive had eclectic taste my entire life.

Are your eyes the same colour as your sibling’s? yes, just different shades. my brother has the lightest eyes, my sister is the darkest, and that leaves me in the middle lol.

How many pets do you have? Would you like any more? i have 3 cats and 1 dog. i definitely want more, when we move into a larger space with a yard. i think max cats in a house will be 4 probably, max dogs will be 2.

Do you prefer still or sparkling drinks? still. i cannot stand carbonation.

Is there a song you can’t stop listening to atm? not really. i love reggae lately.

What colour are the eyes of the person you have feelings for? my husbands eyes are blue.

Is there a song that you’re fed up of hearing? no lol.

Did you have a strange or interesting dream last night? i cant remember my dream from last night. i think it was all right. i didnt wake up uneasy lol.

Has anyone ever told you that they loved you, and you couldn’t say it back? hm, if yes, it happened so long ago i cant remember lol, sorry.

Name 3 things that are in your refrigerator atm. milk, creamer, butter.

If your Facebook status doesn’t get any likes/comments, does it bother you? no. if i post, i post because i want to, not because im looking for attention.

Which friend do you confide in most? kyle mostly, then lizzy second.

What does your 6th text message say? pfft who knows, modern texting isnt like that.

What was your most recent reason for smiling? :) probably kyle lol. its usually kyle.

Do you struggle to articulate your thoughts and feelings? not really. i have worked very hard to get decent at that.

Have you ever watched a Sons of Anarchy? nope.

Do you want to see The Woman In Black? i would, i guess. i like daniel radcliffe. it just looked too scary at the time.

Has a random guy ever asked you for your phone number? i dont think so.

Has a guy ever pulled over to ask for your number or call you hot? LOL no, the opposite actually, ive been heckled.

How attracted are you to the last person that kissed you? quite!

Name something that you are doing tonight. putting off actual work lol.

Are you a jealous person? uh, i mean i have the capacity to be jealous, but i dont think id be described as a jealous person.

Do you like February? not really. its the shortest month of the year, but because its at the end of winter, it feels like the longest month of the year.

Where have you lived throughout your life? just around the current area.

Have you ever known a white supremacist? probably. im pretty outspoken tho so i doubt a supremacist of any variety would tell me that they are.

What were you doing an hour ago? ugh, sitting in this same spot at my desk, feeling less lost i suppose lol.

In regards to who do you think ‘what if?’? Link XD "what if he was real" no other what ifs anymore.

Do you like the smell of a barbecue? fuck yes.

Do you get excited when you find Sanrio products at Wal-Mart? no.

Are you 420 friendly? absolutely!

Do you own a Champion’s sport bra? champions? like champion brand? no.

Do you watch Justified? nope.

How many cups of tea of coffee do you have in a day? 1-2. i drink half caff usually though.

Do you own a varsity jacket? no.

Dolce Vita or Jeffrey Campbell? who?

Ryan Gosling or Channing Tatum? oof… ryan gosling. hes more my type.

Has anyone ever called you apathetic or unemotional? LOL yes, both. a therapist before, actually.

Would you rather someone you loved passionately hate you or be indifferent to you? hate me! then i have a goal to make the feeling mutual.

Have you read Wuthering Heights or Jane Eyre? no, but i want to.

I bet you miss somebody right now? duh!

What are you planning on doing after this? work. snooze.

How much money do you spend in a month on clothes or accessories? barely anything. i dont like shopping like that anymore.

What was the last clothing item you wore that doesn’t belong to you? i wear kyles shirts and pants sometimes, but his stuff is my stuff LOL, so… good question.

Do you watch Jersey Shore? no.

Do you have a thing with someone? yes, my husband.

Do you have any bruises on either of your legs? i found a mystery bruise on sunday, but that happens lol.

Who was the last person to touch your stomach? kyle.

Something tragic just happened. Does your facial expression show it? most likely. im not good at hiding stuff, at least to people who know my face well enough. to those that dont, i tend to show RBF apparently.

Who is the cleverest (crafty) person you know? i really dont know. i dont like crafts, or craft people lol, so i cant think of anyone in my life like that rn.

Do you think people who know a lot of facts are really smart? no. i think most folks know enough facts to be impressive.

Welcome! And you are? your mom.

When you buy/recieve new clothes, do you instantly wear them or wash first? wash!

Do you hate using public restrooms? idk about hate. its necessary sometimes.

What’s the weirdest item you’ve seen for sale on Ebay? pft i saw a meme of a walking stick that was a bull's penis, iirc.

Do you check to make sure there’s TP before using the restroom? ha! i wish.

Do you drunk dial/text? i used to, as if it was a pastime.

Why are mall Santas always portrayed as drunken, depressed old men? search me.

Have you ever built a massive snow fort? i dont think so?

What household chore do you loathe? i dislike dishes, theyre usually gross because the boy doesnt rinse his dishes properly before putting them in the sink.

Are parents to blame for what their kids do on the Internet? nope! only if the parents allow unrestricted access to their children, then yes. its like kicking your kid outside in the general public to fend for themselves. what do you think theyre gonna do? children are mischievous by nature, dude.

Would you care to meet Tom, the creator of MySpace? not really. i dont care lol.

Have you ever looked at a person and thought they looked like an animal? omg yes! i love telling my loved ones what kind of animals other people look like sometimes lol.

Do you use acronyms to remember things? yes.

Do you take pills like Tylenol for the littlest aches and pains? no. i dont like increasing tolerance to pain meds needlessly.

What would you do for a Klondike bar? i wouldnt.

Don’t you think Crocs are ugly? yes, i do think they are ugly. and disgusting. if i see someone wearning crocks period, i know their feet are rank as fuck. i dont care if youre wearing socks, those are fucking PLASTIC shoes.

When was the last time you went rollerskating? a couple years ago.

What trend do you hate right now? i never like trends.

Do you really follow trends, or just wear what you like? i wear what i want to wear.

How many times do you think you go out to eat each month? too many times! too much fast food!

Do you call people “dude” a lot? yeah lol, i call everyone dude.

Who was your favorite Ninja Turtle? mikie was my favorite growing up because hes so food focused and funny. anymore, donatello, because purple is dope and hes the smarest guy.

Horror flicks make you: laugh, scream, or squirm? all of the above!

If you could become a doctor, what would you specialize in? psychology.

What’s the cutest thing a little kid has ever said to/in front of you? thats a good question. kids say the darnest things.

At what age do you plan on moving out? i moved out over 10 years ago lol.

Did any characters from TV shows scare you as a kid? Which one(s)? yes. the crypt keeper from tales from the crypt namely. the ventriloquist doll from peewee's playhouse.

What’s the saddest thing you’ve heard on the news recently? the news is always sad lol.

Do you believe that acupuncture works? i think that if someone believes it works and they get it done and they feel better after, it worked. like most things, i think faith is required.

Have you ever been hypnotised? nope, but id like to try.

If you got expelled from school, would you continue your education? LOL sure.

How long does it take before you trust a person? good question. im hard of trusting these days.

Do you ever wish you had Jedi powers? duh lol. i wish i had anything superhuman.

Will we ever get to see Jack’s face (guy from Jack-in-Box commercials)? i dont care.

Would you kick it with Jay and Silent Bob? YES DUH.

Say…would you like a chocolate covered pretzel? sure.

Would a wax museum scare you or amuse you? SCARE. even pictures of wax figures creep me out.

What’s the first food you can smell when you enter the mall? its been a long time lol, i doubt i know anymore.

Have you ever made a time capsule? What did you put in it? i never have.

What would you do if your mom or dad read your diary/journal/blog? this has happened before lol. they took me to the hospital and i got held for 2 nights, mandatory for any check in, even tho the doctor told me that night that i was fine. idiot parents lol. dont read your kid's shit and NOT talk to them later. what the fuck.

Do you turn the music up when a good song comes on? DUH.

Do you know anyone with a lisp? probably.

Do you hate going to the doctor? no.

Why did the dish run away with the spoon? Why not the fork or knife? i dont care.

What is the worst hurt you’ve ever experienced? good question. in recent memory, when i was under so much stress and trauma that my body locked up and i had to go to physical therapy at the ripe age of 32 because my back made me cry almost daily.

Do you wish time went faster or slower? slower dude.

Do you write thank-you notes? for what? lol. i dont throw parties, i dont hold milestone events, none of that.

If you were to break a Guinness Record, which one would you try and beat? im just not interested. never have been.

Are you distracted by shiny objects? i mean, probably, i am an animal. but not for long.

What’s the coolest item in your room? HA! cool. probably my bed.

Are you grateful for what you have? i practice gratitude every day. im lucky it comes naturally.

Who stole the cookies from the cookie jar? who cares.

Are you scared of clowns? uh, they make me uncomfortable, but idk if im scared…

Are you accident-prone? isnt everyone? nah, not more than anyoneelse.

As a kid, what was your favorite activity on the playground? shoot, just kicking it with the homies.

Are huge muscles gross or sexy? not my thing.

Have you ever fished and caught something weird? never fished in my life.

Your final thoughts…? ugh, why didnt more time pass?

[midnightmishaps]

How do you tell the difference between platonic and romantic feelings?

An ex-lover once told me that their best friend described it to them as “fated.” that the difference between friends and lovers was the stars.

I have spent countless nights whispering to the moon, she is the keeper of my darkest secrets and my lightest joys. Every wish I have placed on a shooting star was heard and fulfilled by her. The salt of the ocean is tainted by my tears.

The first girl I ever dated, proposed to me in the moonlit dark of the back alley between our houses. There was a search party for her, and only I knew where she went when she was missing. Nothing to witness the sacred recklessness of two teenage girls except for a stray cat rummaging the nearby dumpster. I made sure the moon held her gently as the train holding our future left without me the next night.

I shared my first kiss under the full moon at a beach with a girl with eyes that almost shimmered against the ocean and a name I wish I could remember, but the tide swept her away with the sun.

The first time I was in love with a woman, we spent the summer sitting on her windowsill smoking until the birds signaled us to bed. The moon kept us safe while we stargazed and giggled our way through heatwaves. When we became separated by thousands of kilometers, she passed on our messages to each other and eclipsed in solidarity the night we broke each other's hearts.

Some people say the stars are the children of the moon.

The first time you asked if you could kiss me the moon could not see us but I swear I felt the stars in my blood.

I cannot tell if the butterflies in my stomach when your skin touches mine is the excitement of a budding friendship or stardust tying our fate together.

“Can I kiss you?” The moon did not see you ask this, nor did she see how fast it made my heartbeat and muscles freeze. I tell her all my secrets but she does not know your name.

I am scared to utter the breaking news of desire to her, she has seen storms and tsunamis and the end of every love I have ever had. You are the first person to make my heart skip a beat in a long time and selfishly I want to keep you a secret.

I did not expect to fall for anyone, but to get to know you away from the prying and meddlesome eyes of the cosmic universe is all I want to do. To return to the moon hand in hand, proud to show her where I have been and to let her know that I know she is not responsible for the downfall of my past relationships but I did not want to risk it this time with you.

Then once you fall asleep I will stroke your hair and kiss your cheek and whisper my secrets to the sky about the woman with paintings on her skin and a name to match.

However, the calm that washes over my body in your arms tells me that maybe she already knows, and maybe you have her blessing.

[aetherive]

[Image ID: A seven-striped flag in shades of dark blue-gray, with the darkest shades being on the top and bottom of the flag and the lightest being towards the middle. The middlemost stripe is a pure white. In the center of the flag is a near-black blue silhouette of a crow. White stars are scattered around the flag. /end ID]

Corvnightic.

plain text: Corvnightic.

— A nonspecific label related / connected to corvids and the nighttime in some way, like corvids flying during the night, corvids and their association with the night, or just corvids and the night in general. Can be used on its own or for any aspect of one's identity.

— Corv (from 'corvid') + night + ic

— Coined by us. Requested by no one.

[spookygenderz]

🌃 carnightic 🌃

(car-night-ic) a gender connected to late night rides in the backseat and calmness/tiredness. coined by me!

pronouns!!

night/nights/nightself

calm/calms/calmself

drows/drowsy/drowsyself

Image ID:

a flag with 7 stripes. from the top to the bottom go dark puple stripes from darkest to lightest. the bottom one is white, and the one above it is a dakr gray. there us another version of the flag with white stars.

[deneigement]

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