#skyshine

[trans-guardians]

Joining in on the Rainbow Lair challenge!!

Morningweep | Gloopydoinky

Honeycup | Forestshine

Skyshine | Serena

Divineshine | Sweetcloud

[subspacejetwitch]

I saw a bunch of old posts about her pop up on my feed recently, so now feels like a good time as any for me to say it: I think 'Invisible Girl' is a really lame and generic alias for Tooru Hagakure. It's a thought that has sitting with me for years upon years, so I've decided to conjure up a list of better names for the Stealth Hero:

Naked Eye

Blindspot

Skyshine

Moonlight Pearl

Prisma

Limelight

Mirrorsheen

Silver Kindness

If you want to come up with a suggestion yourself, my suggestion would be to first ask what Tooru would name her ponysona, because she's exactly the type of person who'd have a ponysona

[the-ghostclangen]

**EDIT** These cats have all been lost to a computer change! Sad but true! Just. Disregard them all. I dont wanna delete this post though because i still worked hard on it!

main clan reveal! a little info about each cat under the cut :3

this was originally scripted as a video style, so im just copy pasting what i wrote for my script here, its kinda wordy but from here on out itll be moon by moon updates!

Scalestar saw something special in Crowhaven despite her age, choosing Crowhaven to be the new leader of what Scalestar had called “Ghostclan”. 

Crowstar, the first true leader of this new clan, is very young at only 19 moons old. She is childish and was feeling nervous on the first moon after receiving her Gift, along with her nine lives. Crowstar came to GhostClan with Inkpaw. Her experience level is competent, which isn't super high, especially in comparison to her deputy. Crowstar's solo patrol was spent trying to train by herself and then getting too nervous to do anything, being overwhelmed by their emotions. She was given her nine lives by Scalestar, and seemingly, ONLY Scalestar. "Take this gift, to help you find wisdom in desperate times." Like every founder, Crowstar was given a gift by Scalestar. The wings are the most obvious sign of her gift, but she is also capable of flight for short periods of time, and can mimic sounds perfectly. 

Blazeback is 37 moons old, arrogant and clever. She came to GhostClan alone. She clearly thinks she should be the leader, though she does respect Crowstar and holds her tongue about any opinions. She seems to just keep silently thinking to herself that she would make a good leader without any hints of treason, as she was thinking about who might give her nine lives when she becomes leader on moon 0. Good luck with that Blazeback, there isn't even nine cats in starclan. All of Blazeback's relationship stats are really low compared to her clanmates, even her own apprentice, Inkpaw. No negative relationship statuses, no dislikes or jealously, just very low positives. Blazeback went on patrol with their apprentice and tried to show off, but ended up screwing up the whole patrol. Wonderful. Great job, Blazeback. Has the power to conjure fire at will, and has a ridge of harmless fire down her back. 

Skyshine is the healer, at 123 moons old, and he is childish and has a natural intuition. He came to GhostClan along with Whisperstripe and Snowkit. He is incredibly old and chose to be a healer before Scalestar gave out powers, and she gave him the power she did so he could help heal better. He is hopeful for more kits soon, while he thinks he is competent and able to help the clan himself, he is a bit worried about his age and doesn't want to leave the clan without a healer. He has a ton of platonic like for Whisperstripe, our elder, who I'm deciding is his sister. Skyshine's solo patrol took him to get blackberries, which he made sure not to take too many of so there would be more in future seasons. Has the power of mood reading. NOT the same as mind reading, he can tell how you're feeling not exactly what you're thinking. He's crazy good at vibe checks, basically.

Lichenwhisker is our first and eldest warrior, at 91 moons. He came to GhostClan alone. He is troublesome and a good hunter. He is already looking forward to the next gathering, likely excited to see their surrounding clans. Probably excited to show off his and his clans new fancy powers. Lichenwhisker doesnt showcase this well as his first solo patrol he comes home with no prey, but the gift works, i promise. The plants tell him where the prey is, he can speak to them to some extent. Seems he hasn't quite gotten the hang of it yet.

Adderspot is 23 moons old, and she is compassionate, a formidable fighter and a good teacher. She came to GhostClan alone. She was looking at a twoleg kit playing with a kittypet moon 0. Adderspot already has a fairly large crush on Crowstar, and already dislikes and is jealous of Inkpaw. Her gift is that of a venomous bite. Adderspot also got taken on his first solo patrol, as she was hunting too close to the twoleg dens nearby and got taken. So bye Adderspot I guess.

Inkpaw is our apprentice, 8 moons old and apprenticed to Blazeback. He is insecure and interested in clan history. He came to GhostClan with Crowstar. Inkpaw was having a hard day moon 0. apprentices are slightly different to clans, they have their ceremony privately with the leader in the starclan designated cave where they are assigned their Gift by Scalestar. Afterwards, they are brought back out to the clan, and their mentor is chosen accordingly to help them hone both their regular skills and their Starclan gift. When he gets an injury, it closes up instantly. His blood is black like ink, but its still blood, just black. Small scratches close up but broken bones and fatal injuries will not be saved. His blood is toxic and shouldnt be touched.

Snowkit is our only kit, at 2 moons old. He was brought to GhostClan by Skyshine and Whisperstripe. He is polite and quick to help. He only has vague memories of his parents, all the cats of GhostClan are his family now. He likes all of the clan pretty well, but is closest to Crowstar, with the most platonic like, trust, and comfort in her out of his other clanmates. Snowkit is grateful to Skyshine for treatment. Doesn't seem to have a visible gift yet. 

Whisperstripe is our elder, 123 moons old, and she is lonesome and has natural intuition and is an omen seeker. She came to GhostClan along with Skyshine and Snowkit. Since they are both gray cats, I want to say that Skyshine and Whisperstripe are siblings. They have similar powers, where Skyshine can sense moods, Whisperstripe is the one who can read minds. Whisperstripe was giving advice to Snowkit moon 0, and thats about it.

[fleurdelynx]

Sunshine Skyshine the Drake

Posted using PostyBirb

[indiepressrevolution]

New at IPR: Cozy Companion Vol 5: Holiday Magic

This issue of Cozy Companion (Vol. 5) includes a brand new adventure from the world of Teatime Adventures, and a new piece of Harvest Hoppers fiction!

This issue includes: Interview: Skyshiners with Britt Humphrey Lore: The Krampus and the Midwinter Elves (ink) Science: The Verdant Science Crafting Corner: Crafts from Feast of Forge and Flame Time Travel Guide: Ancient Athens Fiction: Gifts of the Hoptops (Harvest Hoppers) Adventure: Spirit of the Season (Teatime Adventures) Interview: Snowed in with Back Again Board Game Cafe Reviews: Game Reviews with Ryla

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[sordideuphemism]

Another chapter...

I figured I'd drop the opening here as I work on the rest so I have a reason to keep trying to sit down and write:

Skyshine stood in her kitchen, fretting silently at the fresh kettle of tea and the accompanying serviceware arranged just-so. She inhaled deeply — not to enjoy the aroma, but to settle her nerves — and then exhaled as slowly as was comfortable. She held a hoof to her chest, and felt her heartbeat settle into a more familiar cadence.

Feeling more herself, she scanned an eye over the room. The sink sat empty, the chairs were pushed in, and everything was tucked away in its proper bin, drawer, or cabinet save for the cooling kettle atop the stove. A small chalkboard by the door held some scribbles pertaining to upcoming dates, as well as a smiling multi-colored sunburst in the bottom corner — likely her daughter’s work.

“All is in its place,” she thought, then checked the pinned bun atop her head with a careful hoof. It held fast. “Good.” Nodding with satisfaction, she maneuvered the tray atop a wheeled cart and strode out to the greatroom to attend to her family’s guest. She wondered whether she’d manage to sit down before Snowdr-

“MOMMY!” shrieked a high voice with delight. A bundle of enthusiastic blue energy burst into the room, bouncing like a rubber ball before it screeched to a halt, four legs splayed wide to maintain her balance . “Mommy,” the tiny unicorn stage-whispered, panting slightly, “there’s a dragon in the house!” The whisper was abandoned for sheer, unfiltered joy. “A DRAGON!” she cried, dancing on her hooftips. “EEEEEEE!”

[radioactivelight]

today I learned about a fun concept: skyshine

which is the radiation a facility releases into the atmosphere, which then scatters off the air and is directed back to earth’s surface. if you don’t have the ceilings/roofs of your facility appropriately shielded, it’s possible to get a measureable radiation dose in areas near your facility (like its parking lot) when your linear accelerator is directed at the ceiling!

[ralph-with-coffee]

Cotton candy

I don’t know whybut you’ve been in my mindlike a sweet blue skyshining in my eyesI am trying to keep my mindfrom reaching that highbut like a cotton candy that flyhigh into summer skymy eyes open too widewith your smile. 9.21.2023

[graywyvern]

( via / via via @merlinaacevedo )

Filmed in Dubrovnik.

"Memoriter

Ovals of opal on dislustred seas, Skyshine, and all that indolent afternoon No clash of arms, no shouting on the breeze; Only the reeds moaned soft or high their empty rune.

The paladins played chess and did not care, The crocus pierced the turf with random dart. Then twanged a cord. Through space, from Oultremer That other arrow veered toward your heart."

--Charles Spear

"Making great use of the baroque splendour of the ancient renaissance port city, and shot with an eye to Orson Welles, the atmospheric thriller was re-edited for the US market with a 24-year-old Francis Ford Coppola as its new story editor."

did you mean "fulcrum AI"?

The Final Programme rereleased.

[running2reanimation]

Any hobbies, Skyshine?

Sky: I like travelling for pleasure as well as business. The Network is so much more vast than most sticks realize.

[fawnelaine]

Just about died... We hit a "road gator" on US 17 heading into arcadia. Running over a semi trucks blowed out tire Right in the middle of a dark road in a versa hauling a trailer is a heart stopping experience. But the sky was pretty. #roadgator #flsunset #ruralhwyproblems #fawnelainedesigns #bipolarbabydeer #skyshine #starshimmer (at DeSoto County, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDIFh_zBmdQ/?igshid=1cnlt1l3qp4bk

[ankitashewale]

#shivtemple #jaiBholenath 🌺🙌🙏 #skyshine #beautifulscene 😍 #lovephotos #marathi_katta #dholtashapathak #Maharashtrian_tradition https://www.instagram.com/p/BzJDFMInH8DOOqHOc43BAvxP_ZMp88lznqDb6Y0/?igshid=1jnlavjyk8i3f

[conclave-of-knives]

Head of the Department

The outer gate guards were gone and so were the ones alone the inner checkpoints. Hindis, Hidden, the Lady’s Response sealed the locks behind him like he was a common operative and not the undisputed lord and dictator of all that he surveyed. What. Was. Going. On?

The first guard he ran into was leaning against the wall, chewing… something, and reading a magazine. He wasn’t prepared for any sort of assault. He wasn’t on duty because he lacked his weapons and he had better not be on duty because he was working on a leisure activity. A leisure activity that was only ever allowed in the barracks. Hidden saw red.

Held high off the ground the poor man was caught around the throat. Pinned to the wall and scrambling for some sort of purchase as Hidden held him, he stared at the big rogue like he had seen a ghost. And well hadn’t he? By all accounts the great Hidden was dead, and while rumors abound about the destruction of half the council leadership, no one had actually seen the once leader of asset retention, and really no one was going to be out there looking, not when they could run for their lives.

“You have six seconds to explain why you are out of uniform, off your post, and breaking barracks orders.”

The last thing the guard remembered before the world went black was stuttering for eight whole seconds before he would wake, naked, bound, with a dagger stuck through the meat of his hand. His blood spelled out a warning for the next guard to come along. GET BACK TO WORK BEFORE I FIND YOU

The calculations were wrong on the board. It was such an easy mistake the head in the jar was still mildly surprised the other researchers didn’t notice it. Mildly, because in the grand scheme of things, they were… not smart. As much as Hidden appreciated research, it was all erred much more on the sadistic curiosity side of things than any advancements of technology. All the scientists were once assassins, many of whom chose the profession that came from the same evolution as serial killers and people who talk in a movie theater. It was all a very ‘lets see what this does’ mentality rather than concrete science. Which the head could appreciate, but their lack of controls, their wide array of trials and errors, it was any wonder they managed to get anything done.

In the past, the head in the jar would glare and black tentacles would offer support and skills and gods above and below actually make sure all observations were written down rather than anecdotal histories of each project. This time though, the lead scientists had upset him. Jokes were not uncommon at his expense, but this time, the head’s past life was up on the screen and they were mocking in particular his once body’s stamina with the infamous subject O-A. This time, the calculations in question could blow up in their faces for all he cared.

The head didn’t expect his revenge to work out so well in his favor, though. The leader, organizer, and all around director of the other scientists remained too close to the phoenix, too long. Extracting samples was always risky business, especially now that attempts to create larger quantities of ‘spark’ were underway and often left the birds volatile and or weakened by the process. The head scurried away from the scene just in time to watch from a safe distance as the phoenix perished and lead into a cycle of rebirth before everyone could get out of the blast radius. Mr. ‘Not-even-virgins-go-that-fast’ wasn’t fast enough to save his own hide. Fitting.

All this culminated in the most surprising part of the whole endeavor, the team needed to pick a new leader and rather than doing anything by logical means, as per their usual it turned into a damned popularity contest. Who would be the new head of the department? The head tapped the side of his jar with an inky black tentacle. He was already a head, why not? He was a better scientist than all of them and they had made vast improvements in research and survivability since he was revived from whatever dark depths his soul had been in prior to resurrecting. He gestured with his tentacles as much as could be made out with his limited conversation skills and the others listened. They all cast their ballots and looked distraught as they finished their tallies.

The previous head had demanded they keep the head silenced from conversation, not trusting the tongue of something with no throat, but now that head was to give them orders. The jar was fitted with telepathic communicators and patched into the mainframe of the compound… unfiltered.

The best one for the job of securing any lines of communication beyond a basic subset was already overly busy. Smokeshroud was attending the mass exodus of operatives from the conclave, helping Talah as much as possible and completely neglecting any other work he might need to be doing back at the base. He wasn’t even aware the head existed yet. He was just hoping there would be enough of an operation left behind when their real boss finally returned and didn’t kill him in the process.

He was going to kill Talah. Fodder. No, he was going to kill Talah first, and then keep killing him until he was Fodder again. And then kill Fodder.

Communications was empty. Smokeshroud was also going to die. No worse. What could he do worse? He was going to put Skyshine in a box, but that box into another box and mail the damnedable bird to Atlas for good and then send Smokeshroud to the opposite end of the planet and keep him broken and busy until he gave up ever hoping to see her again.

It took him the better part of the day, but he eventually found staff around that stayed conscious long enough to explain what had happened through his compound. Through all his bases and his whole conclave. No one knew how the council felt about the new situation, most were locked away in hiding in case the threat came after their lives. No one had seen the Lady of the conclave or her minions of darkness. The one upside was those that were left were of two breeds: paralyzed with fear, or exceptionally loyal, both were situation Hidden could deal with and the rest of his day was spent getting operations back up and functioning, spanning the globe with one technology or portal or another and relocating the best operatives for each job in each district. The conclave would shrink, and considering some areas were devastated by the loss of their council members, those locations could be cannibalized and resources shared to others. Lastly, the word went out that asset retention would not be seeking those who left within the specific confines for Talah’s approach. They would all be easier to hunt down if they thought themselves safe from his grasp… and who knows, perhaps some of them could remain retired, but a few he refused to let escape his clutches.

Yet in his rage and frustration and fixing everything from top to bottom, the usual careful and detailed Hidden forgot to ask his scientists who the new head of the department was. Oh well, he could worry about that later. He had to right everything as quickly as possible or miss Neri’s birthday party. At least he had some leftover property to pass off as a gift to her.

[nidarosis]

A smoll Re-draw of a screenshot of my friend’s fury warrior! So it looks more in game style like that my usual work.

[well-traveled-spirit]

You’ve all heard of kids rping warriors on the playground. But what about when I made up a warriors Mary Sue oc, and read the books, pretending that I was talking to Fire, gray and raven. I only did that cause I never had any friends who liked warriors...

[askometa]

^^