#star primal

[tales-and-creatures-of-xadia]

Here it is, the last (?) new poster for season 6!

[m4rs-ex3]

the stars . ݁₊ ✶. ݁ ˖ˎˊ˗

"and, to connect the lost spirit, we need the power of the Stars"

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆.

-| 2 days • 6/7 |-

[wheretwofacesmeet]

[xadianglyphs]

Samuel Thompson

[childofaskywingandastartouch]

Pearls Are Lovely Things

(Content warning :Blood, violence)

He'd hardly paid any thought to pearls, in all his centuries.

He hadn't thought of them at all whilst imprisoned, having far more relevant things to occupy his mind.

He'd thought often of one Pearl in particular, once his useful mage had retrieved it from the depths of his Unicorn's grave.

Now that one was no more, but it had four successors.

They lay in across a large stain on the sand, made of the same deep, deep red he'd sent numerous dark mages to stain their hands with in his name.

He knew that red, its sweet stench, its slippery sticky feel, he knew it too well now.

The wine of Leola's murderers lay spilled all around, even splattered across his robes. His chest, arms, hair, face, horns, and boots, and pretty much all of him.

A beautiful wine, a very matured one. Stored within the veins of these stars,left behind once their mortal forms had been unmade by ivory draconic.

They showed no true mercy, and no semblance of it was shown to them in return. Not even to the one who'd been named after something, which they knew nothing about.

Stardust shimmered in the golden light pouring from the fiery orange ball of the setting sun, as it sank behind ink-blue waves. Violet, magenta, lilac, rosy pink.

The remnants of these cruel, evil monsters, or of their bodies at least. Their souls were still intact, and he was surprised they even had such things as souls.

He grinned down at the Pearls, large white spheres shining with a blue-white glow,and tossed down his weapon.

Unlike his own, the inside of these four prisons were entirely bare, they'd have nothing in there to make eternity in a cage more bearable. Unlike him, they would never be free.

He'd considered dropping the Pearls into some abyss beneath the ocean, but that would give these bastards at least an infinitismally small chance of escaping. A Tidebound elf might accidentally find them, and even if there were no quasar diamonds left in Xadia right now, more would form as time passed.

Instead, he raised his arms and began to speak, tilting his head back to gaze upon the stars emerging within the deepening purple of the evening sky.

If only they could hear the words that doomed them.

Casting them out just as they'd done to her...except, he'd made certain their fate would be one far, far worse than death.

"Ascendere, natare usque in tenebras."

The orbs shot into the air like arrows,rapidly soaring higher and higher, growing smaller until they were out of sight.

The Cosmic Order would drift away through the infinite vastness of the universe, far beyond this world.

No-one would ever stand trial before them again.

There would be no cosmic rules.

Callum, and other humans as gifted as him, would have no "gods" who forbid them from practicing primal magic.

He came back to himself some time later,on his knees in the moonlit water that lapped gently at the silver shore.

"Claudia's worried about you. You...alright?" Terry asked awkwardly.

He gazed down at his hands. The sea had washed much of that sickening scarlet off of him, in the hours that had gone by.

"I am fine. Tell her not to worry, and that I'll join you both by the fire soon."

As soon as the other elf had walked off, he rose to his feet.

He gazed toward her star,with a hint of a smile.

"You two would've loved each other,Leola."

His gaze was drawn away,Claudia was excitedly waving and calling for him,holding out what appeared to be a plate of pancakes.

He looked at his firstborn's light one last time, then walked towards his second daughter.

[shotmrmiller]

being at a haunted house with your friends only to get separated and end up alone in a random room. it looks empty, except for the usual props and you're just taking a moment to catch your breath, wiping your sweaty palms on your jeans only to spot something in the corner shift, realizing that you're not alone.

a guy as broad as the door behind him is in there with you, costume seemingly lower budget than the others (was he called in at the last minute? his mask makes him look more a criminal than whatever the hell he's supposed to be.)

he's a clean two or three heads above yours, his dark clothing making him hard to see, blending in with the jagged shadows created by the red (because red means scary, right?) flickering lights overhead, and he's standing right in front of the quick exit, neon green sign barely grazing the crown of his head. shit.

a sudden, ear-splitting noise activates your fight or flight response and you're out the way you came in a second flat, uncaring that you're running against the flow of traffic, harshly bumping shoulders into both visitors and actors alike, and instinct takes over- without a second thought, you glance back over your shoulder.

the guy you'd bolted from is moving with unsettling purpose your way. the crowd parts around him, letting him gain on you effortlessly, his hulking stature looming larger with every step.

his eyes lock onto yours and your breath snags in your throat- he's a hunter, staring you down through the scope of a rifle, as if you're nothing other than fresh game for him to take home and devour.

you push on even though it feels like you're swimming upstream, his gaze burning into your back like a brand, the icy fear slithering through your veins alive, coiling around your galloping heart, tightening with every ragged breath.

until you hit a dead end. cornered, every instinct screaming for an escape that doesn't exist. and then he's on you, presence overwhelming, reaching a paw-sized hand toward you-

"i thought you guys aren't allowed to touch us?" you choke out, his fingers curling around your wrist and you wonder if he can feel your racing pulse.

his breath warms the side of your throat. "says who, pet? you're free t'stop me." if you can.

(soap and kyle watch him come out with you in hand, looking like you're about to be sick. kyle gives you a water bottle and soap pats your back, telling you that if yer that scared, he'll go with ye next time.)

[marisatomay]

thought about this again. kind of amazing how we’re all just chasing ways to duplicate how this scene makes us feel, either in life or in art.

[an-actual-floof]

every once in a while I’m forced to remember what a crazy loophole they tried to pull with Amok Time, essentially hearing “even though I didn’t sex or die, the shock of.. uhm killing the captain! Made me forget all my feelings for T’Pring! Crazy right! Wild how everything works out haha” after watching Spock and Kirk roll around in the dirt for a couple minutes was fucking wild

[basoogil]

ive been on a kirk spree lately (the cat counts its him reincarnated as a cat ok)

some close ups below :)

[of-the-eventide]

...who else could I love but you, my brave little spark...?

auraugust 2024 - myth truth

[eldragon-x]

pokemon mystery dungeons your stars

[counterfeit-stars]

I needed to draw this man tied up for reasons ok

[wheretwofacesmeet]

[xadianglyphs]

Star Iconography Series: Directory

After collecting and comparing the massive infusion of star-related iconography we got in s6, I wound up splitting the ensuing analysis into three additional posts because a) they're each quite long, and b) people might like to read or reblog only specific topic sections instead of EVERYTHING. The posts do kind of each follow another, but you should have to read them in any particular order or any individual one at all.

I did still want to have a single post where all four can be accessed, so here we are:

Introduction/Compilation - Basic collection of star icon and imagery throughout the series so far, grouped by context: Celestial elves and the Starscraper, Startouch elves, and other (pre-s6) sources

The Primal Star - What wound up being another post analyzing the changing orientation of the Star primal symbol and what that may or may not signify, leaning heavily on s6 examples

Four-Point and Triple Stars - Some thoughts on the most basic/common star shape and the three-star grouping that recurs just enough to be suspicious

Enhanced/Primordial Stars - Deep (ha!) dive on the possible connections between what's generally referred to as the "deep magic symbol" and significant examples of star icons that diverge from the primal/four-point root, including (believe it or not) the cursed coin symbol

And a final, cross-post thought: Leola's star in the star map?

Manages to incorporate a basic four-point star, a Star primal symbol in reversed orientation (make of that what you will), and hint at an eight-point circle-and-line primordial star. Also I'm insane.

[abs0luteb4stard]