#majros-mishaps

[cyberelladraws]

Felt like doing some fanart of some very good Wildstar fanartists that I follow. Hope you all don’t mind the fanart on my part.

@retromissile Zero   @majros-mishaps Majro Skyfern

@bookofsul Cia     @hkluterman Zero Skyweaver

[deeafrotailmisstress]

Tumbling off Trees

((A short RP I had with @majros-mishaps ages ago, hope you guys enjoy reading it! If the ending seems a bit abrupt it’s because towards the end I had to quickly leave ‘cause of late night issues but hope you guys enjoy it regardless! <3))

Majro Skyfern never was one much for hikes in the past, but these days, civilization seemed too stifling. The wilds around The Pier were too familiar, and anyway, who wants to hide outside the place they technically work? This place was infinitely more welcoming. He could get lost here, which is what he wanted to do. He even had found himself humming softly to himself until a sound unlike the chirping of the local wildlife caught his ear. He fell silent looking about himself uneasily.

Jazz let out a defeated sigh and hung upside-down again. She glared at her effects below her that had fallen upon her entrapment; she just HAD to set off one of her own traps on the day she decided to not wear her machetes.

“Take the day off Olka said…” Jazz grumbled as she crossed her arms glaring at her bag down below, “It’ll be fun, just take a walk and jam some tunes, Olka said.” Indeed her uke lay uselessly beside her stuff, but she doubted the instrument would help either. She blinked however when she spotted a passerby and gasped excitedly. An Aurin! They were usually super helpful right?

“Ey! Ey buddy!” Jazz stuck both her index fingers in her mouth and let out a loud whistle before waving her arms wildly, “Up here fella!”

Majro’s ear satellites this way and that. If he was a hunter worth a damn he’d have pinpointed the source by now, but the whistle made it impossible to mistake the direction. He lifted his head and tilted it as he regarded the swinging human with a blink.

“...You sure are, ma’am. Looks like I found the best hangout spot in the forest huh?” He approached, tail twitching in tentative curiosity. Jazz’s smile brightened, looking quite silly as she dangled with a happy grin and her limbs swinging in the air. But she was just happy somebody finally spotted her!

“Indeedy! D’az why I been ‘hangin’ around here’ so much!” She snorted at her own joke, but quickly shook her head and grabbed her hands at him. “Ya mind grabbin’ my effects there friend? I just need one o’ my stabbies ta knick offa dis rope!” She pointedly looked down at her belongings on the boulder beneath the stranger.

Majro looked down toward the aforementioned effects, then back up towards the human. “Is that...er. A good idea?” He peered downward at the base of the tree, which was very far down below the woman, “Might be kinduva crash landing. How’d you get up there, anyhow?”

“Um...Jazz did a thing and the rope don’t like humans.” Jazz ambiguously explained while her eyes glanced everywhere but at he Aurin as she didn’t want to admit the silly mistake she made.

She glanced down at the tree bass and scrunched up her nose at it before she waved a hand, “Bah, fuck it, what don’ kill ya only make ya more badass, amiright?” She smirked and proceeded to swing excitedly at the Aurin “Effeeects, c’mon gimme somet’in’ sharp at least dude!”

The Aurin chuckled and moved towards the items before kneeling down, “Sooomething, huh? Sure it wasn’t something you weren’t supposed to be doing? Don’t figure the property owners take kindly to poaching or anything like that.” He cast a cheeky look to the human, even as he continued to rifle and sift. “...suppose it’s none o’ my beeswax either way.”

Jazz puffed up her cheeks indignantly and looked away “Oi I ain’ gotta explain what I been doin’ ‘round here. An’ it weren’t like dere was any signs saying ‘Yo, ju ain’ allowed ta grab any snackings off da animals here!’ so I figured first come first serve!” She tried to swing forward again to see if he found any of her knives in there but tilted her head in a bewildered manner as she asked “Bees...wax? Well Jazz ain’ too sure where dose are, but I sure dey can be yours, don’t see anybody else claimin’ em!...Just keep dem away from me please, Jazz don’ like bees.”

The redhead shrugged a shoulder, his tail curling thoughtfully, “Guess you got a point there. They might even want help with keeping the wildlife back anyway, can’t build on top of a bunch of angry malverines yeah?”

He seemed to find what he was looking for, his ears perking upward in recognition. “Oh yeah no, that makes two of us, really. Can you blame us though? Their stingers are as long as my slagging arm.” He gives a visible shudder, and holds up the machete over his head for her approval. “Think this’ll do the trick?”

“ASS-CRACKER!” Jazz cheerfully cried out the name of her blade and nodded enthusiastically, “Yeah yeah, just throw him o-” Before she could finish the sentence Jazz thought over the horrible results of what could happen if her new acquaintance didn’t throw it properly. There was a silent moment before she sheepishly asked, “Uh...ya reckon ya could bring it on over here? Hehe…”

The little Aurin mouthed to himself worriedly “Ass...cracker?” But then smiled amusedly when he realised it was the name for the blade, “Ya give all your things names like that?” After Jazz’s second suggestion, his tail grabbed onto the handle of the blade before he started to climb up the trunk as he asked “Ya got a name ma’am?”

Jazz couldn’t help how she stared at the intriguing use of his tail. Truth be told she had seen Aurin from afar, but never really interacted with them much outside of passing, so it was always fascinating for her to watch their new quirks. At his question Jazz nodded brightly, “Mmhmm! Each o’ my stabbies got names, includin’ me fists!”  

She tried to wave up at the fellow as he climbed, but it was awkward due to the upside-down position. “Da name’s Jazz! Friends call me Jazzy or Shorty, enemies call me little shit, but ya can taaaa-okay Jazz doin’ a spinny, I can’t see ya.” She tried to wiggly around but she currently found herself rotating on the rope slowly.

Majro grinned, “Hopefully those fists won’t ever have MY name on ‘em!” He reached a height where he thought he would be in range to hand over the knife, and his tail rose carefully towards his waiting hand. His grip on the tree faltered a bit as the transfer happened, but he managed to hold on.

“Pleasure to meetcha, Miss Jazz. Name’s Majro. Majro Skyfern.” He began to extend the knife toward her, handle first, but recoiled a bit as she span. “Oh that’s...that’s no good.” The blade was placed between his teeth, and he reached out with his free hand to steady the rope. Then he realized, “...Thish ish worsh.” He looked back toward the tree with worry.

“Majro Skyfern? D’az an awesome name!” Jazz felt him nearby and tried to lean over once the rope started to spin towards the Aurin again, but found herself stuck. “Eh? Wa’z happenin’ over dere Majro?!” Jazz called out and tried to yank herself to him again, but ended up accidentally pulling Majro away from the tree.

“OH SHI-!” She cried out in panic and quickly grabbed onto his arm to make sure he didn’t fall, “Sorry sorry I t’ought ju was done!”

Majro gave a somewhat undignified shriek around the knife as what remained of his grip slipped free of the bark. He seemed destined to make a great splat onto the ground below, but Jazz’s grip on his arm saved him. For that moment, anyhow.

“Noh noh. Thash -” His now free-hand removed the blade from his mouth. It probably didn’t have much slobber on it. Probably. Poor Ass-cracker. “...that’s my bad. This never was my best event in boot camp, come to think of it.” He did his best to lift the machete’s handle towards the human again, “Think you can manage it with one hand? You can let me fall, I wouldn’t blame ya.”

“O’course I can do dis with one arm, I ain’ been buildin’ deez guns for nothin’! Jus’ hold on to my belly an’ I’ll grab the blade!” Jazz sounded almost offended that he even had to ask, but she simply lifted the Aurin up with one arm, grunting with effort while doing so, and waited for him to do as instructed before grabbing the blade.

She started to whack away at the rope until it snapped and jolted them lower suddenly, making Jazz gasp out in shock. Well. Too late to back out now. Her eyes widened as she remembered this time she had a passenger with her in this fall and before the rope finally snapped, Jazz quickly threw the blade down and braced an arm around Majro. She warned him with an awkward smile, “Uh...sorry about dis next part.”

She rapidly grabbed onto the Aurin and wrapped all her limbs around him before they plummeted.

Majro did as she asked, clinging onto the human for dear life. “Don’t you worry ‘bout lil’ ol’ me! We got dis! It’s gonna be-” The downward shuddering of the rope put an end to whatever platitude he was in the middle of crowing, “...well, I was gonna say ‘alright’, but.” He clung tighter. “I’m sorry too.” He screeched pretty much the whole way down as the rope finally gave way.

Somehow, he possessed the presence of mind to send an arc of espernetic energy sparking at his hands, but he couldn’t formulate the thought quickly enough. His attempt to cushion their landing with espernetics fizzled before it fully took form.

Jazz didn’t bother screaming and instead squinted her eyes shut as she braced for the painful impact and encircled the poor panicking Aurin. Luckily for the both of them Jazz’s instincts came out in a blaze, quite literally, as the ball of tangled limbs was inflamed with espernetic fire that took all the damage from the first bounce against a large root. Both Majro and Jazz ended up rolling quickly into a soft flower bed before they slowly halted to a stop, the flames having long dissipated.

Jazz hesitantly blinked her eyes open and let go of Majro as she stared incredulously up at the sky. She let out a small titter. Then a giggle. Which grew into a relieved chuckle and then a loud chortle as she heaved with laughter.

Majro’s eyes squeezed shut as they hit the tree root, a hiss of alarm escaping him. Blue sparks continued to dance about his arms and hands as they continued to roll, trying to formulate some kind of cushion to prevent them from hitting whatever’s coming next as hard as they hit the first stop. The runway however was a great deal softer than he expected. He cracked an eye open, then another. As Jazz pulled away, he sat up, looking not up to the sky but to the ground around them. The human’s laughter proves contagious, and before long, he’s cackling right along with her. He flopped onto his back as he ran out of breath, petals flying up in his wake.

“Hee hee DUDE! WE’RE ALIVE!” Jazz cried out with glee and raised two middle fingers into the air in victory as she roared with a grin “SUCK IT GRAVITY! HAHA!” Jazz felt so buzzed from the rush of the fall that she couldn’t help but start rolling around on the grass still laughing, albeit now at a smaller and quieter level. She didn’t notice the little firework espernetics that shot out as well from her excitement.

Majro’s arm shot upward out of the grass, a single fistpump, for great justice. “Slag yeah! Trees thought they were taking us down, but not this time!” He boasted, blowing away a petal that had settled on his nose before pulling himself back up to a sitting position. He looked over towards Jazz, “Pretty sure I owe my head not being split like a melon to you, ma’am. Thanks for the save. You all right? Need any healing or anything?” He lifted a hand, faint blue light at his palm flickering to gold and back to blue a few times before holding steady. As he spied the fireworks she gave off, his hand lowered, “Or...maybe you got it covered.” He added softly.

Jazz’s laughter finally simmered down as she heaved, “Oh...Oh sorry boy gimme a sec, I jus- I’m excited!”

She giggled one last time before sitting up and tried patting down all the flora that got tangled in her curls that grew wilder amidst her rolls. “Nah, no need ta thank me when you was da one who got me Ass-cracker from the bottom!” She gasped when she saw his hand flicker gold, “Oooh! Ju got the esp-y things too?! That’s awesome!”

Majro favored the human with a warm grin, a hand lifting to rustle grass and petals from his own hair as she got her bearings. His hand reached around to the back of his head, stopping short seemingly in surprise before his claws fell, returning to the grass behind him. He still wasn’t used to having short hair yet.

Her comment regarding espernetics set him to curling the offered hand back towards himself sheepishly, one hand wringing the other. “Heh, yeah, more like I try to, anyway. Usually pretty good at doin’ stuff that hurts, but the stuff that makes the hurting go away...eh. Not my strong suit. I’d be willing to try though, if ya needed it!” He crossed his legs, patting his pockets as though looking for something.

The human followed his hands with a thoughtful gaze, not really melancholic but not quite fond either. She didn’t really feel like explaining the complications behind her espernetics so Jazz hugged her knees to herself as she simply shook her head smiling, “Nah, Jazz been hurt worse than a stupid tree. It’s how I got dis after all!” She poked the tip of her broken nose with a wink before she patted his knee “But t’anks for helpin’ me out fella! Ya sure didn’t have to do that since you was busy with...with…”

She blinked, “...what were ya doin’ ‘round these parts?”

Majro’s ears flattened slightly, and a nervous chuckle escaped him. “I...dunno, actually. Whole lotta nothin’, if I’m honest.” He found what he was looking for, a chron, somehow miraculously still in one piece. He tapped it to life, “Just...getting fresh air, I guess. Nothing as interesting as fighting rope like you were haha.”

Jazz crossed her arms defensively, “Eyy, I said I wasn’t lookin’ for rope I was jus’...doin’ somet’in’ else. Y’know. Oh shit speakin’ o’ which!”

She bounced up onto her feet and checked the time before grinning, “I oughta be headin’ back to my friend, she’s probably expectin’ me by now!” Without warning she grabbed the Aurin up into a brief hug snickering, “I see ya later Maj-bro!”

She dropped the Aurin unceremoniously before taking off into a quick jog while waving over her shoulder, poor Majro left bewildered on the grass with petals in his hair again.

[retromissile]

Finally! It's a shame to see Wildstar go, but on the other hand it is amazing to see how the community sticks together. We had hopes till the end, and it's so nice to see that we still have, now with the news about the museum preserving abandoned games. Who would have expected that so many people would gather and put so much effort into this farewell collaboration for this awesome game. I can't describe how overwhelmed I am about all the amazing art of you guys. :D BTW feel free to upload your artwork now, if you haven't already. ;-D

In case I didn't place your character near someone else, I'm deeply sorry. In the end, time pressure was real and I probably forgot one or two requested placements. It were just too many entries and I don't want to start about the technical difficulties on this. ^^; Using brushes was impossible, which is my excuse for these weird shadows. XD

This is only a very small JPG in bad quality, since the original one is way too big to upload. You can get the original sized one here:

https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B_7wZNd5WhNKNXhtRXZJY2xTT0k

Anyway, here are all characters from left to right.

Berry - by Punmonster on tumblr

Kuneho - by Kunehokun on tumblr

Akisa - by PepperDraig

Caelith - by Klaisen on tumblr

Avestrus - by Tales-of-Nexus on tumblr (drawn by Catbat)

Perseus - by FredrickDavis on tumblr (drawn by Catbat)

Jenny Brightmist- by prfoundlysuperengineer on tumblr

Bron - by Chris (drawn by wethatkindoforc)

Jeremy Murdoch - by wethatkindoforc on tumblr

Shilov Zhope - by Xetoset

Breezi - by Destroythecore

Blinky - by Yinis

Jack shade and Antimony Stibine - by Mmostuff and twinflamable on tumblr

{{ Hayden - owned by bluemoon9628 on DeviantArt

Anima - owned by rain-11 on Tumblr or rain847 on DeviantArt

Tonka - owned by mustanglegends on Tumblr and DeviantArt

Sana - owned by firewolf-anime on Tumblr and DeviantArt

Ruvin - owned by nythlyx on Tumblr and nythero on DeviantArt

Aerglo - owned by grace-winters on DeviantArt

Zadinel - owned by chibicreates on DeviantArt

Kinari - owned by niawolf15 on Tumblr and DeviantArt }} (collaboration of them all)

Kibwe - Alpestris-Flowers on tumblr (drawn by Catbat)

Jarekai - by Jarekai on tumblr (drawn by Catbat)

Shiron - by Shiron

Dremik Velore - by Dremmie

Zynrell Warpvale - by Wilder-Weave on tumblr (drawn by hkluterman)

Zero Skyweaver - by hkluterman on tumblr

(floeating above them) Zlatzi - by Kristi L

Arseniy Bogatir - by Kiiwis

Cubix - by Alcube51

Siri - by Siritheaurin on tumblr

Thiira - by Fusspot on tumblr

Zurije Psiankowa - by Felroki

Payne - by Payne (drawn by Siaindas)

Clown Granok "who's name I don't know" - by Siaindas

Bootsanna - by Funky Bacon

Naletevski - by Epic-loot on tumblr

Drav Palkan - by Techmarine Reylen on Deviantart

Zero Halcyon - by Retromissile

Rahibe - by Schatten-Phoenix on Deviantart

Luna Muenster - by Luna Muenster on twitter

Zerrlik - by Lurluu

Zaari - by Wyrmforge

Kintallo - by Kintallo

Guy - C.E. Bennet

Sly Shadeleaf - by Straycatsketch on tumblr

Marco Eclypsebane - by Chaudown450

Sweetysour - by Dulceybot on tumblr

Mordesh (who's name I don't know) - by sir_pinche_victor on instagram

Nord - by Wild-Di

Noonie - by Autodi

Nika Belaascht - by NikaBelaascht

Veronica - by Ler (drawn by Cyberella)

Macia Mystgrove - by Dakota J.

Zackie Fox - by Zackie Fox (drawn by Aelith-Earfalas)

Seeker - by Eldanseeker

Ryska, Asper and Toadie - by Quartervirus, Rhylin and friend (all drawn by Quartervirus)

Captain Yaedra - by thedovahcat

Ran - by Ranavos

Neer - by Neoneer on tumblr (drawn by Deeafrotailmisstress)

Alala - by Moo

Rilk Duskrunner - Sidhevicious on tumblr

Mei Lei - by Badaxefamily (drawn by Aelith-Earfalas)

Rook - by Aldridge-Asset on tumblr (drawn by Deeafrotailmisstress)

Sevena Ashtail and Remarus Locke - by rhiowroleplay and Remarus on tumblr (collaboration between both)

Skjaldr Thorvaldson - by Windrider Shiva

Gina Gutrot and Ceze Gutrot - by Wormcurse and friend and tumblr

Kuro - by CuteMilee

Jazz - by Deeafrotailmisstress

Beebe - by RurushIchi

Rysk Sandsinger and Katsu Wa - by Croo-Chan and friend (drawn by Zeniart)

Staxyn - by Stendra

Kelinarik (floating) - by Adhara

Vyzura - by Angiebeast

Elkhan and Kitty - by Elkhan Albright and friend (drawn by Aelith-Earfalas)

Cheiron Melchorius - by Titaniumsnail (Lines by Fusspot)

Butter and Dash - by Malicioustaste and Deagz (drawn by Malicioustaste)

Cryosia and Desai - by Cryosia and Faeforge (both drawn by Faeforge)

Chihiro Roseheart - by NoodleRyuu on tumblr

Jelena Arikin - by Nexusmoon

Cinder - by Bluecrysto

Nick Skytracer - by Ixorthion

Majro Skyfern - by majros-mishaps

Croix - by Cryosickness

Oliver - by Htg17

Foley - by Catbat

Cyberella Hellspree - by Cyberella

Bun - by Bun (drawn by Stendra)

Valerian and Rufus - by DE4THPUNCH and Vladibear (drawn by DE4THPUNCH)

Taren - by Datela-vodenit on tumblr

Bird - Straycatsketch bae (drawn by Straycatsketch)

Roda (floating above) - by Roda Smash

Lolyta - by Jenny626

Lorelei and Xallius - by Agentlex and Axis-Pheydra on tumblr (drawn by Retromissile)

Valil - by Aelith-Earfalas

Tai Treza - by Serbaki

Fluffy - by wildstarfan

Jellifer - by Fangsofamber on tumblr (drawn by Catbat)

Varyt - by Wild-Blades

Grexxa - by Breir-Blueleaf on tumblr

Calean Astertail - by Mike W. (drawn by Fusspot)

Luna - by nesquidlydoodles on tumblr

Lady Starheart - by Stellaralchemist on tumblr (drawn by Deeafrotailmisstress)

Kim - by FridaDz

Veneann - by Kell, mire-inheid/Harrarke on tumblr

Wyr Esprithardi - by IfreannMutsou

Mordesh, who's name I don't know - by Rudsnr

Aedan Marandei - by Midge

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THIS!!! LOVE YOU ALL!!!

[majros-mishaps]

@jordanredstar

@majros-mishaps what was Hei Xing ?

I missed out on so much RP when wildstar was around because I was too freakin scared and I had an inferiority complex as well as chronic laziness.

Big ditto on all those ROFL; I did stuff with Hei Xing mostly in side-story stuff I’ve been writing for myself, not so much for RP outside of a couple of scenes. Hei Xing was a really gotdam amazing housing community made by some incredibly talented folks on the Entity server. There were lore posts and such about it on the WSRP forum, which I imagine are still there!

[ponpoe]

full-body sketch for majros-mishaps

☆ Support Me ☆ Patreon | Ko-Fi [the $15 Patreon tier is currently the only way to commission me]

[stormbringer]

Migraines

Of all of the people she’d had strange encounters with on Nexus, he was one of the last she’d expected to see.

There was that one time at the bathhouse, wasn’t there?

Surely. But her head ached just trying to recall. Pounding.

The music blasting through the speakers of the club was ceasing to sound like anything other than...that.

A certain sequence of notes. 

The static was stronger and more pervasive than ever.

That awful salvage mission. It’d done something to her. Something she couldn’t fix, no matter how much time had passed.

And it wasn’t his fault that the memories caused physical pain. His face had only been the unfortunate trigger for something neither of them had been able to control.

Clearly, he hadn’t been all too comfortable with this chance meeting, either.

What was the name of the ship again? Something that, weeks after, had given her such a bitter kind of amusement.

Korol’s Siren?

That must have been it.

Now this poor bastard’s name, she couldn’t remember. Just some ginger-haired aurin she’d shared an incredibly violating experience with.

She felt a pang of sympathy as the static began to take over again. Those same notes ringing out in her head, over and over.

( @majros-mishaps YOU KNOW WHAT I SPEAK OF)

[whitestagartist]

Okay, I’m pretty sure eventually I will show stuff that isn’t just this piece that I keep chipping away at in my spare time. That said, I still need to finish drawing in the censer/lantern and a few other miscellaneous details but for the most part, this is the composition of the piece and the flat colors are down! 

A gift for @majros-mishaps / @garagoose that has rather gotten away from me as I continue to be inspired by it. Perhaps one day I won’t work horrible nightshirt grave hours and if it wouldn’t be to weird I might be able to approach this lovely lad for some wholesome RP.

[alldenspa]

Humble fanart for @garagoose / @majros-mishaps Watch the process >HERE< (just sketch and shading but that’s the important stuff anyways) Sorry that I didn’t ask in advance, I hope you like it anyways

[catbatart]

Valentine YCH commissions for @alpestris-flowers of their cutie shark boy Kibwe with @wild-blades and @majros-mishaps! 

Thank you so SO much for commissioning me to draw these adorable boys whom I love! 

[eldanseeker]

Writer Aesthetics

WRITER AESTHETICS - bold what applies to your muse

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JOHN KEATS.   the lavender in sunsets, flowers in the rain, sunlight slipping through clouds, lazy summer afternoons, the heavy scent of musk, flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books, fireflies on a cool summer night, being wrapped in fresh bedsheets, the ache of wanting what you can never have, dripping sunlight like gold, loving someone so exquisite, soft lips and soft whispers, fingers through hair, names of lovers carved in trees, broken glass, the insistence of being perpetually dreamy.

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD.   crisp winter skies with cold bright stars, mahogany wood, the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog, empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room, pale bruised arms reaching out into the darkness, cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol, a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered, a bad thunderstorm occurring at the end of a beautiful day, the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment, your favourite sweater,  parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing, the contrast of blood against snow, a purple split lip oozing blood, black eyes fading to blue to pale skin, the butterflies of falling in love for the first time, the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries, the romanticization of self-destruction.

FRANZ KAFKA.   the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future, decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there, the way not even light can escape a black hole, the rich smell of old books, delicate veins in the wrist, ghosts filling lungs, shattered bones, raindrops on the tongue, rusting metal, nostalgia that aches, the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head.

H.P. LOVECRAFT.   the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave, pouring rain and mud, a child’s fear of the dark, thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never-ending ocean, the silence of three a.m., danse macabre by camille saint-saens playing on a record in an empty house, the possibility of aliens and the weird feeling it gives you that you can’t explain, unexplainable phenomena, strange lights in the sky in the dead of night, ouija boards and urban legends.

JACK KEROUAC.   the brisk pine air of being on a mountain, travels without a destination, those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory, screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive, coffee shops late at night, car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark, naps spent in the sun, novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins, the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders, ignoring flaws and loving life, wind through hair, depression as fog in the brain, impossible ideals, a quiet sunrise, walks alone, when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe, dazzling people, open lands stretching out into infinity, falling in love with being alive.

EDGAR ALLAN POE.   the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog, hollow bones, a preserved heart held in hands, twinkling stars above an old graveyard, the way everything turns to dust, silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom, self-inflicted flames, perfection depicted as a rotting corpse, death as bricks in the heart, lips barely brushing against each other, glassy glazed eyes, biting into a lemon, heart-shaped bruises, rotting flowers on a grave, dried blood and spilled liquor, the hush of dusk when it begins raining, the intimacy of a secret.

Tagged by: @hadriandemara

Tagging: You know who you are. Yes, you.

[hadriandemara-blog]

Writer Aesthetics!

WRITER AESTHETICS - bold what applies to your muse

(repost, don’t reblog)

JOHN KEATS.   the lavender in sunsets, flowers in the rain, sunlight slipping through clouds, lazy summer afternoons, the heavy scent of musk, flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books, fireflies on a cool summer night, being wrapped in fresh bedsheets, the ache of wanting what you can never have, dripping sunlight like gold, loving someone so exquisite, soft lips and soft whispers, fingers through hair, names of lovers carved in trees, broken glass, the insistence of being perpetually dreamy.

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD.   crisp winter skies with cold bright stars, mahogany wood, the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog, empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room, pale bruised arms reaching out into the darkness, cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol, a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered, a bad thunderstorm occurring at the end of a beautiful day, the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment, your favourite sweater,  parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing, the contrast of blood against snow, a purple split lip oozing blood, black eyes fading to blue to pale skin, the butterflies of falling in love for the first time, the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries, the romanticization of self-destruction.

FRANZ KAFKA.   the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future, decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there, the way not even light can escape a black hole, the rich smell of old books, delicate veins in the wrist, ghosts filling lungs, shattered bones, raindrops on the tongue, rusting metal, nostalgia that aches, the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head.

H.P. LOVECRAFT.   the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave, pouring rain and mud, a child’s fear of the dark, thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never-ending ocean, the silence of three a.m., danse macabre by camille saint-saens playing on a record in an empty house, the possibility of aliens and the weird feeling it gives you that you can’t explain, unexplainable phenomena, strange lights in the sky in the dead of night, ouija boards and urban legends.

JACK KEROUAC.   the brisk pine air of being on a mountain, travels without a destination, those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory, screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive, coffee shops late at night, car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark, naps spent in the sun, novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins, the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders, ignoring flaws and loving life, wind through hair, depression as fog in the brain, impossible ideals, a quiet sunrise, walks alone, when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe, dazzling people, open lands stretching out into infinity, falling in love with being alive.

EDGAR ALLAN POE.   the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog, hollow bones, a preserved heart held in hands, twinkling stars above an old graveyard, the way everything turns to dust, silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom, self-inflicted flames, perfection depicted as a rotting corpse, death as bricks in the heart, lips barely brushing against each other, glassy glazed eyes, biting into a lemon, heart-shaped bruises, rotting flowers on a grave, dried blood and spilled liquor, the hush of dusk when it begins raining, the intimacy of a secret.

Tagged by: No one this time but y’all do the thing~

Tagging: @wsrpkitty @thatnamejeremy @axisdesai @prfoundlysuperengineer @thornythespian @deeafrotailmisstress @elkhan-albright @easierbythree @eldanseeker @pleasantcowboykid @jaspercliffmoore @krakendraken @caleanastertail @crymwindbur @valil-gentlebreeze @neonneer @majros-mishaps and tbh if I missed you just do the thing anyway please <3

[tales-of-nexus]

A Very Descriptive & Detailed Profile of your Muse

tagged by: @spacepissbabies

NAME: Julian Ford AGE: Mid-late fifties SPECIES: (Lowborn) Cassian GENDER: Male ORIENTATION: Pansexual INTERESTS: Veterinary medicine, classical rock, whittling, medical technologies, Vigilant spirituality, Pre-blade motorbikes, abstract photography PROFESSION: Major in the medical division of the Black Legion BODY TYPE: Thick and solid, clearly well-tended, although he has developed a little bit of softness at his flanks EYES: Pale grey HAIR: Steel grey SKIN: Deeply tanned, very roughened, scarred skin HEIGHT: 6′1″ WEIGHT: Slightly over 200lbs COMPANIONS: Her Royal Highness Princess Sophia Cantabella Ford, (arguably) Atun Nol, (arguably) Marcus Vetulus ANTAGONISTS: Himself, The System, also Exiles with some exceptions COLORS: Grey, black, red SMELLS: Pine and cedarwood, musk, patchouli FRUITS: Kiwi, pomegranate, cherry DRINKS: Most things with tequila in them, tequila straight, dark coffee, fancy hipster gourmet coffee drinks ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? Yes / No / Occasionally SMOKES? Yes / No / Occasionally DRINKS? Yes / No / Occasionally DRUGS? Yes / No / Occasionally DRIVERS LICENSE? Yes / No 

Tagging: @stride-the-stars @fredrickdavis @alpestris-flowers @eldan-echoes @wyrmforge @catbatart @majros-mishaps @djlegz @breir-blueleaf and/or anyone who feels like doing this <3

[deeafrotailmisstress]

And here is me trying to decide if Granoks can indeed become chibis. The answer being: yes. yes they absolutely can. AH I had so much fun drawing teeny rock peeps! Well I might be biased because Granok are my fave race but I digress.

Lucy Lacerok belongs to @buttart Creviss Shieldrock belongs to @majros-mishaps Mica Stonefall belongs to @shipsidescuttlebutt Gypsum Opalhand belongs to @pleasantcowboykid Hope y’all don’t mind I used your toons to practice chibi art! <3

[wyrmforge]

ffxiv cash shop commission for @majros-mishaps

get ya own

[spacepissbabies]

A Very Descriptive & Detailed Profile of your Muse

                                        Hedeon Gregsky

Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same!

NAME: Hedeon Gregsky AGE: Stuck looking like he’s still in his late college years, actual age is ‘complicated’ from the many times he was shoved in a cryopod to ‘chill out’. SPECIES: Mordesh GENDER: Male ORIENTATION: Gay INTERESTS: Music (metalcore, rap, bass heavy stuff), video games (first person shooters, violent games), exceeding his own personal goals ‘for fun’ in missions that usually lead to injuries and property damage, ‘hazing’ new Reapers and bullying anyone who’s not a Mordesh, drinking and napping PROFESSION: Reaper for the Shroud of Salvation BODY TYPE: 'Grizzly’ (muscular and big) EYES: Green vitalus HAIR: Jet black SKIN: Pale, with dark cybernetic parts taking up 70% of it. HEIGHT: 9~10 feet tall WEIGHT: ‘Solid Door of a Mordesh’, aka He Big COMPANIONS: Icarus Isovakov (’He’s the only person who’s lasted this long in dealing with me when I didn’t like ‘em at first’.) (WTB Companions for the most unlikeable ‘playground bully’ Mordesh on Nexus) ANTAGONISTS: (Wtb Face Punchers and Antagonists for the #1 ‘Desh who deserves it) COLORS: ‘Toxic’ Green, Black, Silver, Orange SMELLS: Chemicals, Cybernetic Coolant, Wood Smoke, Cedarwood FRUITS: Limes, strawberries DRINKS: [Insert Noxious Alcohols ‘that Taste Like Things You Find Under the Kitchen Sink’ Here] ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? Yes / No / Occasionally SMOKES? Yes / No / Occasionally DRINKS? Yes / No / Occasionally DRUGS? Yes / No / Occasionally (prescribed drugs for calming himself) DRIVERS LICENSE? Yes / No / 'Get in nerd, we’re goin’ huntin’.’ ‘Do you know how to drive this Hede--’ ‘nOPE. *pops a wheelie, crashes*’

Tagged By: FFXIV buddies on my other blog but I wanted to see who was alive in Wildstar.

Tagging: @starboofs @darktypes @fredrickdavis @majros-mishaps @stride-the-stars @axisdesai @klaisen @exiles-and-empires @tales-of-nexus @thescantysparrow @wsrpkitty @just-a-florist @djlegz @wittythewolf @wilder-weave @nerevalin and anyone else who wants to do it! :D

[cyberelladraws]

Cyberella reference, felt inspired by @majros-mishaps own reference sheet. Tumblr made me work for it to post this.