#stars and solitude

[celestialrambler]

A solitary star above a lonely highway

A single star shines alone in the firmament. Below, the highway sprawls like a lonely river of concrete. Its broken white lines fade into the darkness. It is a scene unseen, existing solely for itself. It doesn’t matter how dim the light is—rays that have traveled millions of years. The star blinks to its own rhythm, twinkling silently. Only it knows the highway. Only it knows the quiet.

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[aventurineswife]

Hihi!!! Recently found your blog and I am in love with your writing!!! I'd like to request Aventurine (of course <3), Boothill, and Sunday with a scenario with non sexual nudity/intimacy? The softness and sensuality with nothing explicit... It's been on my brain and it keeps getting me all fuzzy and soft! Have a very nice week before Christmas! 💚

Unmasked in the Silence

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Boothill x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Vulnerability, Intimacy, Quiet Moments, Emotional Healing, Fluff, Tenderness, Light Angst, Lovers in Solitude.

Warnings: References to past trauma (implied but not detailed), Mentions of physical injuries/scars, Themes of emotional vulnerability and healing.

A/N: I'm a sucker for these types of love...🤧 (Man it sucks being an aroace but not at the same time lmaoo)

The rain pattered softly against the windowpane, the muted grey outside a rare contrast to Aventurine’s usually vibrant surroundings. Inside the lavish hotel suite, it was unusually quiet—no clink of glasses, no playful banter, no games of chance being set up. Just the faint hum of the city far below and the breaths of two people who knew how to fill silence with meaning.

Aventurine sat at the edge of the massive bed, his shirt unbuttoned and hanging loosely off his shoulders, a rare break in his carefully curated appearance. The fur-trimmed overcoat was draped over a nearby chair, roulette details peeking from where it folded. He absently traced his thumb along his choker as though it grounded him while his lover, you, carefully ran a warm cloth over his bare back.

“This is uncharacteristically quiet for you,” you murmured, dipping the cloth back into the bowl. “Are you feeling alright?”

Aventurine chuckled under his breath, the sound soft but familiar. “You wound me. Must I always play the jester?”

“No, but it suits you.”

You saw the way his shoulders relaxed under your touch as you pressed the cloth to a fading bruise on his side—a price for a “calculated” gamble that had gone a little south. Aventurine’s skin, though untouched by time’s cruelty, carried its share of scars. You wondered how many of them came from real battles and how many from metaphorical ones—lost gambits, betrayals, self-inflicted wounds.

He tilted his head just slightly, his earrings catching the soft lamplight, and his eyes—exotic, piercing—found yours in the reflection of the mirror ahead. That smile, the mask, was there. It always was. Yet tonight, under the softness of the room’s quiet intimacy, it didn’t look as though he was hiding something. Rather, it felt like a reassurance.

“Is this what it takes for me to earn your care?” he teased, voice quieter now. “A few scrapes and a bruised ego?”

You smirked. “I’d argue it’s the other way around. I finally caught you sitting still.”

He laughed again, the sound more genuine this time, shoulders shaking under your fingertips. As he stilled, Aventurine let the shirt slide down entirely, pooling around his wrists. You marveled at how even his bare presence—unadorned by gold, fur, and theatrics—still exuded the confidence of someone who’d wagered and won countless times over.

When you moved to put the cloth away, Aventurine caught your hand, pulling you gently toward him. It wasn’t forceful or calculated, but an instinctual gesture. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you stood between his knees, the damp cloth forgotten. His head fell lightly against your stomach, his breath warm.

“I don’t deserve this quiet,” he murmured, voice soft, almost too soft to catch.

You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the tension seep from him bit by bit. “You deserve more than you think, Aventurine. And I’m not letting you gamble that away.”

For once, he didn’t respond with wit or a charming quip. Instead, his hands settled around your waist, holding you close as the rain outside continued its steady, unrelenting rhythm.

The gambler, the strategist, the man of masks—unadorned and at rest.

Boothill rarely allowed anyone to see him vulnerable—his mechanical body was, after all, a testament to his unyielding strength and need to survive. But tonight was different.

The rainstorm had caught you both outside the metal ruins of a settlement, now nothing but skeleton buildings and discarded memories. You found shelter under a corroded overhang, where Boothill leaned back against the wall, letting the rain run down the brim of his hat.

“Figures,” he muttered, pulling his tattered red scarf from around his neck. Droplets ran over the sharp lines of his jaw and the exposed seams of his mechanical torso, the metal gleaming faintly against the dark.

“You’ll rust,” you teased lightly, moving closer as you wrung out your coat.

He snorted, shark-like teeth flashing in a grin. “I’m tougher than that, darlin’.”

Still, as you reached for his hat, he let you remove it, his hair sticking to his forehead. His eyes—watched you intently, curious as to what you’d do next. You pressed your palm lightly to his exposed chest where metal met skin, feeling the faint hum of energy that powered him.

“You’re cold.”

“Cyborgs don’t feel much,” he replied, though the way he stilled under your touch said otherwise.

Without another word, you shrugged off the rest of your damp coat, pressing your body lightly against his. Boothill didn’t move at first, caught off-guard, but you felt the way his hand eventually slid up your back, holding you there as though you were an anchor in the storm.

“Guess I owe you one,” he muttered, his voice gruff but quieter now.

“You owe me nothing,” you replied, resting your head against his shoulder.

For a long while, you stayed like that, the rain a soft symphony around you as it blurred the edges of the world. Boothill’s mechanical parts may have made him something more than human, but tonight, against the storm, he felt grounded—real, warm, and alive.

The air aboard the Astral Express was calm tonight, the hum of the engine a soothing background lullaby. Sunday sat at the edge of the bed, his long coat and gloves neatly folded nearby. His silver wings stretched behind him, soft feathers catching the faint light spilling through the window.

You stood before him, hands carefully brushing along his shoulders as you coaxed his wings to relax. Sunday rarely let anyone close enough to touch them—symbols of his heritage, his burdens—but tonight was different.

“You don’t have to be so careful,” he whispered, his voice as soft as the twilight itself.

“I know,” you replied, though your movements remained gentle, reverent.

Sunday’s halo flickered faintly behind his head, golden light pulsing in time with his slow, measured breaths. He tilted his head downward, silver hair cascading around his face like a veil. His bare skin—smooth and unblemished, almost otherworldly—felt warm beneath your touch.

“You don’t often let yourself be seen like this,” you murmured, kneeling before him and resting your head against his chest.

Sunday’s wings shifted slightly, curving inward to encircle your head. “I’ve spent so long hiding,” he admitted quietly, his voice carrying a weight of centuries. “Hiding my doubts, my fears—myself.”

“You don’t have to hide with me,” you said.

For a moment, Sunday was silent. Then, slowly, he lifted a hand to cradle the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair with aching tenderness. His wings trembled faintly as they settled fully around you, the feathers brushing your skin like whispers.

“This… is terrifying,” he admitted softly. “To be seen like this, to feel this.”

“It’s just us,” you reminded him, your voice steady. “Nothing else matters.”

Sunday sighed, a sound of quiet surrender. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours, his golden halo flickering softly in response.

“You are relentless in your kindness,” he murmured, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “And I am endlessly grateful.”

The two of you remained like that—encircled by his wings, by warmth and silence—sharing a closeness that words could never fully capture. For once, Sunday allowed himself to exist in the moment, unburdened by the weight of the past or the uncertainty of the future.

In your arms, Sunday could simply be.

[another-goblin]

Dr. Ratio: Normal people should stop counting on geniuses to help them! Only relying on themselves will allow them to grow and realize their strengths!

Also Dr. Ratio:

He just can't help it, can he? Although technically he's not a genius, so it's okay, I guess?..

[respocked]

Trill pregnancy is kind of an insane concept. We know that human fetuses bond with the parent carrying them throughout the pregnancy, and after birth can be soothed by their voice etc. Does the fetus carried by a joined Trill form a connection to the symbiont as well?? I mean they are just hanging out in the host's body basically on the same terms. Roomates.

What about the situation in which the grown up fetus receives their parent's symbiont? That's what happened in the Children of Time episode. The Dax symbiont is passed through the line of Jadzia's descendands. Which means Jadzia carried a child that later got Dax. Do you think they recognized each other? Was it familiar?

Actually the more I think about it the less I like it. The child also got Jadzia's memories. Can you imagine the situation in which after your mother's death you literally partially become her?? I don't want this identity crisis! And suddenly you have a copy of your shared memories from her POV? And you know what it was like to be her? And you can summon her to talk to you? I feel like based on your relationship with her this can be either amazing or horrible.

Also what if there were multiple Dax siblings in one generation. Custody battle? The parent host chooses?

[longwuzhere]

My Adventures with Superman Season 2 Easter Eggs

Welcome back everyone! Here we are season 2 of My Adventures with Superman! What a fantastic first two episodes and as usual they're full of fun Easter eggs which I will point out and explain to those who aren't familiar so you can be in the know with the comics book readers! My Easter eggs lists for season 1 is here if you haven't seen it!

My season 2 episode 2 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 3 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 1 post is here

My season 2 episode 4 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 5 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 6 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 7 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 2 post is here

My season 2 episode 8 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 9 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 10 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 3 post is here

Spoilers if you haven't seen the episode

Starting things off MAwS's Season 2 episode 1 title is a reference to Shakesspeare's Hamlet where Hamlet is speaking to Horatio and says this line about how you gotta see it to believe it essentially. In my opinion in terms of the show I read it as we and the MAwS cast are gonna be seeing a lot of wilder things in space and on Earth.

After the title we see Jimmy flaunting his wealth around giving the Daily Planet employees Valentines day cards after selling his social media site Flamebird to the Planet. Clark gets one and talks about his planned date with Lois and Cat Grant interrupts him saying that date is such a bore. I explained Flamebird here and talked about Cat Grant here.

After, Perry White enters the scene complaining how Vicki Vale of the Gotham Gazette is always one step ahead of the Planet reporting on huge news. I talked about Vicki Vale here.

Lois, after waking up from a nap, mentions to Perry about a weird meteorite that landed in the Antarctic. She names drops her STAR Labs friend Hank. Later when the gang meet we learn that he's married. From those clues we can conclude this is Hank Henshaw.

Hank Henshaw in the comics makes his first appearance as an astronaut in Adventures of Superman #465 (1990) [W&P: Dan Jurgens, I: Art Thibert, C: Glenn Whitmore L: Albert DeGuzman]. He and his crew meet their unfortunate fates in the next issue as each crew member is hit with radiation in space causing their bodies to change. One member is turned to stone and gravel and bits from the wreckage of the ship when it crashed back to Earth, another's body turns to radiation, Terri, Hank's wife later learns that her body is phasing into a different dimension. She's saved but Hank 's body later decays rapidly. Doesn't all this sound Fantastically Four-miliar?

Hank Henshaw would later return in the Reign of the Supermen storyline as Cyborg Superman after Clark's death at the hands of Doomsday in Adventures of Superman #500 (1993) [W&P: Dan Jurgens, I: Doug Hazelwood, C: Glenn Whitmore, L: John Costanza]. How Hank returned and got this wild mechanical Superman body I wont say but I do recommend reading Adventures of Superman #466-468, the Death of Superman, A World Without Superman, and the Reign of the Supermen story arcs to find out. Will this also happen to Hank in MAwS? Who knows? Only time will tell

Lois name drops the DC universe's most famous laboratory and research center, S.T.A.R. Labs. You may have first heard about it from the CW DC shows. S.T.A.R Labs conducts a variety of experiments from space travel to technology and they usually are the superheroes' go-to when it comes to lab analysis. The research center makes it's first appearance in Superman #246 (1971) [W: Len Wein, P: Curt Swan, I: Murphy Anderson] where Superman scoops up some plankton and algae for them in the panel.

Jimmy in the scene before they meet Hank name drops Amazo Tech. I talked more about the company and the former CEO here.

As the MawS trio go to Antartica to check out the meteorite, which turns out to be a Kryptonian spaceship, Clark has another meeting with his father who tells him "oh yeah you have a cousin that my brother Zor-El launched to space to be safe cuz of the Kryptonian bullshittery we did" (I'll explain that later). Anyways Kara!

Kara Zor-El makes her first appearance in Action Comics #252 (1959) [Cover Art by Curt Swan and Al Plastino] where like her cousin was sent to space in a rocket ship to save herself after her part of Krypton was miraculously remained intact but meteors destroyed the lead shielding that Zor-El made to protect his people from the Kryptonite that was still present on their part of Krypton. Zor-El and his wife, Alura In-Zee, (she gets named much later) also made their first appearances in the same comic as Supergirl's debut. Kara has died in Crisis on Infinite Earths, had others taken up that mantle until her reappearance in Superman/Batman #8 (2004), and since then has made a name for herself in the pop culture zeitgeist with her appearances in the DCAU, my first introduction to her, the animated movies, her CW show, and in the movies! I highly recommend checking out Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow. Its got a killer story by Tom King and BEAUTIFUL ART by Bilquis Evely and Mat Lopes!

Jor-El tells Clark about the Kryptonians getting their ass handed to them by lasers going in sharp angles you know "oh shit you do not fuck with Darkseid!"

Darkseid, created by the legendary comic artist Jack Kirby, is the ultimate evil in the DC universe and makes his first appearance in the comics in Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen #134 (1970) [W&P: Jack Kirby, I: Vince Coletta]. Darkseid is everything that Jack Kirby hated about fascism rolled into one character. He's after the Anti-Life Equation, the ultimate formula that will break all of free will and force everyone to bow down to Darkseid's will. He's often seen fighting the New Gods, Justice League, or even Superman solo. The angled laser comes from Darkseid's Omega Beams where he shoots it out from his eyes and they will follow you until it hits their target bending around anything and anyone to get to you as seen here in this cover of Justice League #23.1: Darkseid (2013) by Ivan Reis, Joe Prado, and Alex Sinclair):

Based on that tiny bit of teasing in that scene I cant wait for the MAwS crew introduce him. Also shout out to the them for including the little Kirby crackles when the Kryptonian's got vaporized that was a nice bit of detail to honor Jack Kirby's most famous drawing technique!

As Jor-El and Clark have some catching up to do, Lois and Jimmy are attack by the robots in the ship and you might recognize the symbol on them as the symbol of Brainiac. I talked more about him here also that one Kryptonian from the finale of season 1 shows up again at the end of the episode. No confirmation on if its Zod or not but there is a good chance its Zod imo at least.

As our heroes encounter Task Force X (I talked more about them and Amanda Waller here), Amanda Waller is talking to one of her new super soldiers, Damage who we see can grow into a hulking size. This is a reference to...

Ethan Avery, aka Damage from the New Age of Heroes initiative from DC post-Dark Nights Metal where his first appearance was in Dark Nights Metal: The Casting #1 (2017). Ethan was a former soldier in the US Army who volunteered for the Damage program and was given the serum to turn him into the giant Hulk pastiche we see here on the textless cover of Damage #7 (2018) by Tony S. Daniel, Danny Miki, and Tomeu Morey. As Damage, Ethan was not able to control his actions for one hour and would go on a rampage against militant groups for US Army missions. Here in MAwS, we can see some of Damage's comic design be invoked in the cartoon with the giant hulking body MAwS has, the dark arms, and pants. very subtle but it works.

As the chaos from the fight subsides, we see the former spaceship transform itself and the surrounding ice into this crystalline superstructure and what famous isolated fortress looking building in the Antarctic in Superman lore does that bring to mind? THE FORTRESS OF SOLITUDE!

The Fortress of Solitude that pop culture knows made its first appearance in Action Comics #241 (1958) [Cover art by Curt Swan and Stan Kaye]. Superman in the Golden Age had a "Secret Sanctuary" in the outskirts of Metropolis on a mountain top in Superman #17 (1942), but it wasn't until the 1950s where the Fortress of Solitude was relocated to the Arctic which is shown here. The location gets changed again to the Antarctic post-Crisis on Infinite Earths. Superman would have other Fortresses of Solitude in other locations like the Bermuda Triangle, which is the latest or the Arctic again. Superman would usually keep things pertaining to his Kryptonian culture in the fortress like the Phantom Zone Projector or the bottled city of Kandor. Based on what we're seeing in MAwS it seems like they'll be setting this up as a new place for Clark to get in touch with his Kryptonian heritage.

What a fun first episode! Can't wait to see what the future episodes will have! So excited to return to My Adventures with Superman! My season 2 episode 2 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 3 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 1 post is here

My season 2 episode 4 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 5 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 6 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 7 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 2 post is here

My season 2 episode 8 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 9 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 10 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 3 post is here and if you missed it my Season 1 Easter eggs list is here

[roxynani9292]

F5 🚾 poster 🐦‍⬛🐡🍎🦭🐇

[mossyfernhugger]

do u ever hear a song and just think. like. wow. This is what’s gonna play at the end of it all when the sun dies and the credits roll.

[inlovewiththenights]

[andreai04]

Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.

[om-nom-berries]

Solitudes: Part Fifty One - The Strength of Love

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[aventurineswife]

[Original Prompt]

The room was quiet except for the rhythmic ticking of a golden pocket watch Aventurine had carelessly placed on the edge of his ornate desk. It gleamed in the dim light, catching the flicker of a nearby lamp—the same way your presence caught his attention no matter how often he pretended it didn’t. His hand hovered over a stack of scattered documents, but his eyes were far away, staring at the ceiling like it might offer him some clarity.

In his mind, your image surfaced, unbidden and unrelenting. You were laughing softly, that small, genuine sound that always seemed so far removed from the world he inhabited. Aventurine had built his life on risk and duplicity, but around you, he felt... different. It wasn’t that you disarmed him—no, he was too guarded for that—but you made him wonder. What would it feel like to stop playing the game for just one moment? To let someone see the cracks beneath the mask?

But he couldn’t.

You were an anomaly in his carefully constructed world, a gamble he didn’t dare take. He told himself it was for your sake, sparing you the weight of his lies, his manipulations, the shards of his fractured soul. Yet, deep down, he knew the truth. He was afraid. Not of you, but of the fragility you represented—the vulnerability he buried beneath calculated smiles and dangerous deals.

Aventurine leaned back in his chair, the fabric of his coat pooling around him like shadows. His left hand clenched briefly before disappearing behind his back, an unconscious habit born of fear he rarely acknowledged. He stared at the ceiling again, trying to banish the thought of you from his mind, but it lingered, stubborn and insistent.

“I think about us a lot,” he admitted silently to the room, though the words felt too raw to say aloud. "Even though 'us' doesn't exist."

He could almost picture it—your hand brushing his as you walked side by side, the way your smile might falter when you saw the darker corners of his soul, the inevitable moment when you’d leave. Because you would. They all did, eventually.

The ticking of the pocket watch grew louder, like a taunt. Time moved on, as it always did, yet Aventurine remained stuck in this quiet torment. He didn’t allow himself to feel regret often—it was too dangerous, too consuming—but with you, he couldn’t help it.

He leaned forward abruptly, his hands pressing into the desk’s polished surface. His reflection stared back at him, fragmented by the design engraved into the wood. It was fitting, he thought bitterly. He was always fractured, always betting on outcomes he knew could never favor him.

And yet...

He reached for the pocket watch, snapping it shut with a sharp click. The silence that followed felt heavier than the ticking ever had. Aventurine rose from his chair, his steps deliberate as he crossed the room to stand by the window. The city lights glittered below, a thousand possibilities waiting to be seized. But all he could think about was you—what you were doing, where you were, whether you ever thought of him the way he thought of you.

It was foolish, he knew. Sentimentality had no place in his world. But for a fleeting moment, Aventurine let himself imagine it—what it would be like to hold you close, to hear your laughter without the weight of his lies, to let someone truly see him.

The thought hurt more than he expected.

Aventurine turned away from the window, pulling his overcoat tighter around his shoulders. He allowed himself one last glance toward the door, as if you might suddenly appear. But it remained closed, just like the part of his heart that would always be yours.

With a bitter smile, he strode back to his desk, shuffling the documents into neat piles. The game continued, and he played on, as he always did. But tonight, as he worked under the glow of the flickering lamp, he couldn’t help but wonder if, for once, he had made the wrong gamble.

[klazje]

Ensign Vanto had entered his cabin.

“Ensign,” Thrawn said. “You disturb my solitude.”

Thrawn (2017) p. 194

okay dracula

[whereipostnotes]

How do I tell people that I love solitude but I also want to explore the world with a group of people, I love solitude but I also want to enjoy the campfires, I love solitude but I also want to travel the world with my loved ones.

The rain comforts me, the cool breeze, the noisy calmness and the water drops falling on me but I also want to cherish the warmth and beauty of the sunrise.

That I'm talkative around my people and kind hearted ones but immensely quiet around others.

How can I tell you that I love to see the stary nights but I also love to see the bright blue skies.

How do I explain that my heart lives between calmness of a quiet sky and the chaos of a stormy sea?

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

I'm placing you under arrest for murder, conspiracy to commit murder, and . . . I don't know . . . .possibly littering.

Commander Maro, to the Listener, probably

[111sorehope]

my diary

[laurachouettepoetry]