#sun!everlasting orbit

[everlastingorbit]

oughhhhhhhh Wip Wednesday

We trying but oughhhhh

[everlastingorbit]

My computer hated me the entire time but I did it!

Everlasting orbit sun be upon ye

Today is the 21st and you know what that means? It's the Reveal-versary/Birthday of Sun and Moon! But this also means it marks the opening day of the DCA Reveal-versary magma collab!

Two boards will be open for artists from now until Tuesday the 26th so long as there's space to cram stuff in at the time (though this is depending how fast it gets filled up.)

The Reveal-versary collab is split into two boards here's a rundown of each:

The Party room: The main board where you can join Sun and Moon to celebrate their birthday! Remember to grab a party hat, party poppers or a slice of cake if you wish!

The Snack table: A secondary board where you can grab a snack of your choice or/and add one of your own! The table is catered by a pair of little guys that seem oddly familiar.

Before jumping in here's the rules:

No NSFW

Only 1 character per board - (For now. You can also add a snack of your choice alongside your character to add to the snack table board! Make sure to finish your character on one board before starting in the other though!)

Keep your character a reasonable size - (We shouldn't fill the space too fast so other artists can join after all, so no huge or gigantic characters taking most of the space.)

Finish your art of your character! / Merge layers when finished - (No uncoloured pieces please, characters included are to be coloured in someway. This is a multi-day event so don't feel pressured to do it all in one go!)

Try to interact with the scene - (If you can, try to have your character add to the scene, one of the best parts of a collab is seeing how characters interact!)

Inform me when you've finished your character and which board it's on. (Either in the chat there, ask box or reply to this post. I will be taking notes on who has participated on what boards and will include the names on the post when the final collab images are unveiled!)

Magma side note: There's a layer limit with the free plan, artists will have to make sure merge their layers when they're finished so new ones can be made for others. There is a limit of 30 people on a canvas/board at one time so if it'll be busy wait a little while.

Without further here's the boards, enjoy the party! And most of all Happy second reveal-versary to the beloved skrunkly jesters.

Collab boards:

Magma casual Birthday-themed doodles for if you want to do your own thing (Mostly for the first day):

[cookiiemancer]

Here's my Secret Santa for @tinyfairart , I hope you like it! :)

[thecourtjester12]

Happy birthday to @fairstival these beans belong to him! and are from their EverlastingOrbit Au

Maybe go bother him a bit with some birthday wishes! :3

[bird-in-the-space]

The Four Harbingers of Unicron in TF One: Rebirth

(Author's note: I was thinking about what if the Four Harbingers happened in the tf one universe. Since the Cybertronians were at war with the Quintessons and the primes perished, I decided to make the Quintessons the ones who imprisoned Unicron's children and used them for their own gain. I also wanted to draw and try something different, so I drew a few pics for this fic. They're a bit messy since I'm trying new stuff. I also played around with layers and learned to make some glowy effects. I also couldn't decide in which timeline I wanted this to happen in the tf one universe because I got ideas for both before and after the tf one events, so I left this a bit ambiguous. Hope you like it.)

Inside an abandoned Quintesson shipwreck, an ancient being is freed from its imprisonment.

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Many years ago, during the war between the Quintessons and Cybertronians, there was a ship. According to the old records, it was carrying a weapon that could have secured victory for the Quintessons. The Primes got hold of this intel, tracked down the ship, and after a hard battle, destroyed it along with the weapon. Everyone believed it was the end, and soon it was forgotten.

However, after the death of the Primes and the traitor's rise in power, the Quintessons searched for the ship. The weapon was lost, but the ship possessed something they could not leave behind: the power source that had fueled the weapon.

It was something they needed—leverage against an ancient and far greater power. They also had to find it before the vessel could be broken and the power within it could escape.

The Quintessons searched and searched, but their efforts bore no results. It was as if the ship had never existed.

Unbeknownst to them, the ship had been lost beneath Cybertron’s crust, hidden from their sight and radar. Time had eroded its structure, and even organic flora had begun to grow over its shell. It lay beneath the planet’s surface, resting inside vast caverns where it now hung near a precipice.

Inside its vault—the generator room that once powered the ship and the weapon—stood a glass container at its center. Within the container burned a red spark. The energy lines that had once fed on its power glowed faintly, as the ship was long dead.

The room was dark, save for the light emanating from the spark, which continued to burn within its glass prison like an everlasting sun.

The cavern where the ship lay hidden suddenly shook as an explosion echoed in the distance. The ship trembled, rattling the glass container within the vault. After years of rust and erosion, the container’s safety latches gave way, causing it to fall from its place.

The glass vessel shattered upon hitting the floor, releasing the red spark trapped within.

Freed from its glass prison, the spark radiated with raw energy. The room’s surfaces scorched under its intense heat as it began pulling nearby metal toward itself. The metal burned and melted, orbiting the spark like debris drawn to a star. Slowly, the molten metal began to shape itself around the spark.

Soon, the metal shaped itself into a body resembling a Cybertronian. Once the body was fully formed and the spark sealed itself within it, it released a powerful energy surge, shaking the caverns and everyone who happened to be in its vicinity.

Then, you opened your eyes.

Releasing a gasp, you collapsed to your knees against the floor. After regaining your bearings, you looked around—the room was scorched all around you. Confusion settled in your spark as you didn’t recognize this place.

Where were you?

This wasn’t home.

You froze when you noticed something missing.

Wait...

Where was home?

You tried to think—but nothing. Your mind was blank. When you reached for memories of home, there was only emptiness.

You remembered warmth. A sense of family. You have a family... but where are they? Who are they?

Who are you?

Why can’t you remember?

You stood on unsteady legs, nearly stumbling. Strange—you should be familiar with your own limbs, but it felt as though you were taking your very first steps. The ship trembled beneath you, and in the distance, you heard something echoing outside the ship.

Scared, yet curious, you made your way out of the ship. You hopped down from the vessel—clearly long past its prime—and took in your surroundings. The cavern around you glowed faintly. Metallic fireflies drifted through the air, and in some corners, clusters of blue crystals shimmered in the dim light.

You felt… odd. This world didn’t feel like home, yet it held a strange familiarity, like a half-forgotten dream.

Sounds reached you once more. You looked toward a cave opening that seemed to lead out of the caverns. Your spark pulsed with uncertainty.

But even through the doubt, a longing stirred within you—a need to find your home, your family.

So, you took a breath... and stepped toward the light.

(Author's note: I didn't have a clear design in mind for the harbingers, so reader's character might look a bit messy. But I kinda like how this turned out. I doupt I will make a second one with this many pictures. Do tell me if you liked it, though. )

[these-written-reveries]

Midnight Musings

‣ Pairing: Castiel x Reader (intended as romantic, but can potentially be viewed as platonic ?)

‣ Genre: Fluff, comfort

‣ Summary: A letter to you, from Castiel.

‣ Warnings: Vague reference to difficult times and poor mental/emotional wellbeing.

‣ Word Count: 671

‣ A/N: This was originally written on a whim for my bestie @jslittlebirdie, but I've decided to share it with the rest of the world as well. Perhaps other fellow Castiel lovers will appreciate what he has to say.

Y/N,

I can sense you are in need of some thoughtful reminders and perspective, as I know you’ve been going through a particularly difficult time recently that has caused you to slip into a state of jaded oblivion. It is my greatest hope that with the repetition of these words, woven into the letters I write for you while you sleep, that you will someday come to understand them to be true in the same way that I do.

Thoughts of you occupied my mind after you had drifted off to sleep tonight. I suppose that's not surprising news, as I'm always thinking of you, in some shape or form. 

This time, though, as I watched your delicate lashes flutter ever so softly in your slumber, and the way your lips remained slightly pouted while I smoothed a thumb over your furrowed brow—a reflection of the stress that haunts even your dreams of late, I was suddenly hit with a near-overwhelming wave of gratitude. I, Heaven's most abhorred angel—second only to Lucifer himself, am so immensely blessed by the opportunity of not just bearing witness to the beautiful soul and being that is you, but to truly see you, to know you, to love you, and be with you. How and why I've been so generously bestowed this blessing is beyond my realm of knowledge. I certainly don't deserve you—not after all that I've done, but I'm nonetheless grateful I'm here, experiencing every fleeting fluctuation of life by your side. 

You make me feel like all of this, all the bitterness of this world and life on Earth, is worth it. You've made me see that the harsh cruelty of existence is only outweighed by the beauty and love that lies all around and within us; some of it temporary, some everlasting. I see so much beauty and love in you, and it is one of many reasons I cherish you so dearly. 

You are a beacon of hope and solace in this world. I spend my days orbiting you like the planets do the Sun; observing you, admiring you, looking to you for the unspoken answers I've misguidedly sought in every other being, mission, and location before I finally met you. By merely existing as yourself, you answer my questions, soothe my existential woes. You help me see what really matters in this world, and that life truly is worth living, even when it seems so incredibly dismal and burdensome.

All I have to do is look to you, and I am at once reminded of how lucky I am to have a companion to trudge through the darkness with. You are my guiding light, and you are also my best friend. I strive every day to embody these roles for you, as well. I know in the deepest part of my being that as long as we have each other, we can get through anything. So keep holding on, keep fighting. If not for yourself, then for me.

Open your eyes to the beauty and love, big and small, all around and inside of you. It is always there, if you so choose to see it. Observe it, admire it, cherish it, hold onto it. That will be, what I can say with certitude, the crutch and guiding force that will get you through any dark times you may face. 

Remember, you'll always have me, whether it be physically by your side, or watching over you in spirit. I won't leave you alone, and my love for you will carry on far beyond your expiration.

In this vast, ever-changing universe, there remains a constant source of light, beauty, and love to anyone who is lucky enough to experience the magnificent soul that is you. What a blessing you are to this world. How much bleaker it would be without you. How truly lost and deficient I'd be without you. Even when you fail to see it, just know that I never will. 

I never will.

-Castiel

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[journeytothewestresearch]

Fun JTTW Text Reference for Artists

I've written at length about Sun Wukong's golden headband (here, here, here, and here). Anyone who has read the novel will know that it is used to rein in Monkey's unruly behavior through the application of pain. Such events have been portrayed by artists like Chen Huiguan in his Newly Illustrated and Complete Journey to the West (Chen Huiguan Xinhui Quanben Xiyouji, 陈惠冠新绘全本西游记, 2001) and Tianwaitang in his piece Tripitaka's Curse (2010).

But I've never seen someone depict the instance with the greatest potential for an everlasting visual impact. In chapter 27, Tripitaka angrily recites the tightening spell 20 times to punish Monkey for killing what he thought was an innocent woman (it wasn't). This causes our hero's head to deform like a cartoon character!

The sight so frightened the Tang Monk that he fell from his horse. Lying on the road, he did not speak another word except to recite the Tight-Fillet Spell back and forth exactly twenty times. Alas, poor Pilgrim's head was reduced to an hourglass-shaped gourd! As the pain was truly unbearable, he had to roll up to the Tang Monk and plead, "Master, please don't recite anymore. Say what you have to say" (Wu & Yu, 2012, vol. 2, p. 23) 唐僧一見，驚下馬來，睡在路傍，更無二話，只是把緊箍兒咒顛倒足足念了二十遍。可憐把個行者頭勒���似個亞腰兒葫蘆，十分疼痛難忍，滾將來哀告道：「師父莫念了，有甚話說了罷。」

The original Chinese lists the "double-waisted" calabash gourd (yayao'er hulu, 亞腰兒葫蘆). I hope this gives artists an idea of what Wukong's head would look like.

I've previously noted how the novel describes Sun Wukong as an actual monkey, and it's because of this that the headband would likely rest on his eye orbits. I imagine his head being squeezed into the shape of a calabash gourd would make his eyes comically (or grotesquely) bulge, too.

[larkaen]

—❝ you taught me the courage of stars before you left ❞

His love was light incarnate, and the realms shroud in darkness with the shatter of sleeping stars and the golden blood of sun-flesh the day everything soft and pure bled in the temple of murder. This was the yarn that bound pages would spin with the ink of scholars: the death of two with a single wound.

brief gore descriptions, death, dark urge tav (no use of the name), gender neutral!

They had never understood desire until Astarions touch fell upon ruined flesh. They burned hot as if hellfire, no remedy to kiss the lick of flames and craving for sweet ruby rivers gliding smooth down their gullet. Their belly, the very core of their damned soul quenched with the hands of light: of pale skin and carmine gaze.

Have me, the cursed one cries within themselves, devour me whole as though I weep with god-nector, poisoned ambrosia. Take me whole, as I am. Please, I beg of you, love my darkness as though it is holy.

They hunger for the pull and stretch of taut tendons, the split of flesh and tongue lapping sweet juices as Astarion buries himself deep within their ribs. Held ever close to their heart. The everlasting cure to the hunger of father’s bloodlust. It was almost comical; the darkest of urges quenched with the mere existence of one with a dripping ledger.

Visceral, howling, beastly, was their love. Ever willing to welcome a torn jugular if it meant their love would be left with a full belly. They did not know the path of undying devotion in a light such as this. Horrid and bloody, it was. It was their way of life.

Yet, they were the one to cleanse the blood from snowy curls and hold trembling shoulders over the bath rim on the eve of Cazadors death. From their lips left comfort and everything sweet and pure. From Astarions very existence, came the birth of new beginnings. The death of wretched and everything horrid.

They wonder now, basked in putrid death as their sacred life-blood flowed and lapped at stone, if they had done it right. If they loved truly, purely. If Astarion was loved as he deserved. He deserved light incarnate.

His lips speak frantic now. Words fall on deafened ears. They wish to reach, tuck unfurled white lock back behind pointed ear. They bleed, and they wish for him to feed and regain the strength seeping through small cuts and gash. They wish for one moment more, a single one, to look upon salvation.

But fate, its ever lasting cruelty, had other plans.

Perhaps in another life, I'll have done it right. I will love the way one should, I will cherish the very chance of being within your orbit. Oh, my love, how very sorry I am.

Within the temple of murder, comes a shattering bellow of agony. Strands of white fall upon their chest, Astarions fingers claw at the very base of his skull. Rocks on his knees, screams a roar of a broken man. Blood smears upon pallid skin and seeps between armor crevices upon the desperate cradle of his love's limp bod.

His love was light incarnate, and the realms shroud in darkness with the shatter of sleeping stars and the golden blood of sun-flesh the day everything soft and pure bled in the temple of murder. This was the yarn that bound pages would spin with the ink of scholars: the death of two with a single wound.

The world became silent in the wake of the flood. Except, it was not so, but it was him. The earthen soil did not quake with the roar of rushing water, but that of a man who plummets to the very depths of his true living hell.

[p1nkcomet]

you are the sun and each morning i wait for you. like a starving man i yearn for your glance in my direction, praying for you to come and save me. when night falls, the bright stars almost recreate the lovely twinkle im your eye, yet you still outshine them. the moon is jealous i pay no attention to her; instead i count down the seconds until you rise again. in the midst of darkness, i reach for you, for even a blind man could see your beauty. as i wait for your beams to break the surface of the sky, i hear the birds flying in the distance, the sound of their flapping wings matching that of my heartbeat. you are the sun, a ball of fire and energy, you radiate warmth, and in the cold winter days people pray for you to come out for a chance to be purely grazed by your flames. i beg that you nourish me, feed me, save me. the universe orbits you, i spin around you, i trace your every move, i go where you go, like an obedient dog, i follow you. without you, the moon itself ceases to exist, a sliver of your reflection guides us even through the still hours of solitude; if you don’t see something, is its existence denied? you are the sun, and each time i hear the clock’s rhythmic tiks and taks i feel my pulse syncing with them. why do you stay away for so long? why do you make me wait? your presence lingers in the air, making it thick, unbearable, depriving me of oxygen, and ultimately suffocating me until your next appearance. why do you drag out each beat of a second, making us monumentally separate? when you rise, its a cue to the end of my heart’s famine, the very same heart that strains and tenses and twists into a feeling of hatred when you leave me to fend for myself. but even god himself knows i could never hate you, as he watches over me, he sends the wind to kiss my cheeks when you can’t. but i won’t be deceived, for you are the sun, the eternal smoldering, the everlasting blaze cast upon my soul. you are the sun, and when my wait is finally over, i ascent like i do each morning, ready to obey your trajectory. aristotle’s view states that all the heavenly bodies move in circular orbits in which each circumgyration is an exact repetition of every one that has preceded it, and even though my destiny of your trails serves a tragic end to it, and i know another will come to take the celestial place in which i stand, i will live out and devote my abiding loyalty to you, and only you, until it can burn into your skin the way your rays sink into mine.  

[everlastingorbit]

I want to apologize for chapter one taking so long. It's currently 3000 words in the revisioning process but as I reread it I'm realizing it needs a lot more detail.

It's means there's going to be a lot of world building and plenty to read for the first chapter but its going to take longer than I hoped.

Thank you to everyone interested in the project and for the patience as I try my best lol

[frogsndogs]

A love letter to Scooby Doo, the characters, the show and everyone whose kept it alive for the past 54 years!

Velma is the sun. She is intense, talking a mile a minute, she seems as though she knows all the knowledge in the universe. She seems like she’s been around for all of it. You shouldn’t stare at her, no, for she will stare back and blind you. She is hot, a ball of fiery passion, anger bubbling to the surface, ready to erupt in a solar flare should you not choose your words wisely. Velma is the sun, hot but not warm, intense and burning, everlasting. 

Shaggy is the moon. He is silent and cautious, an unearthly aura one cannot explain. He waxes and wanes, flowing with the tide, moving with the sky. He’s fast, one minute he’s there the next he’s gone - but that’s not true, he is always there, never truly leaving. He is locked in his own orbit, inside of a bigger path and he knows it. But it is his orbit and he would not be himself without it. He glows and he grins and he takes the weight.  Shaggy is the moon, as loyal as he is magical.

Daphne is the stars. Twinkling and shining, she fills up the room. She’s everywhere. She’s underestimated, just a spot in the sky, just a little girl. But she’s a force to be reckoned with. You can’t see her if you’re not looking at her right and very few people look at her right. She’s getting bigger, passing through phases in the blink of an eye. She is everything she wants to be and she wants to be everything. Daphne is the stars, a thousand things, each one better than the last.

Fred is the earth. Grounded and grounding, he tries to lead the chaos. And when he can’t, he settles for understanding it. Spinning around in what some may find the same routine, and maybe the routine won’t change, but he will change from it. Reaching for things that he can’t understand, but he wants to. And he’s willing to do the work to do so. He chases the unknown and revels in the night, shining like he himself is a star. Fred is the earth, solid and steadfast.

Scooby is dark matter. You don’t really know what he is, only that he is there - holding everything together. He is the centre and the edge. The beginning and the end. He shouldn’t be but he is, and the universe adjusts. And it is better for it.

[sasoxichomoshi]

lately i have been chewing in my mind this specific question as to why did godslayer choose the sun sword

cause think with me, he could choose between the bow and sword, but he sought the sword, specifically

then i remembered the reverse au drawings my moot Ads (omg, my moot, what an honor) did a while back that partially answered it but after pondering a bit more i think i can develop the idea with a reference i have been orbiting around lately: the book Goddesses, a compilation of works from Joseph Campbell (damn him again)

so first let's put the cards in the table

tho the bow and the sword are what we see, they are here just as symbols of what they represent - the bow as the half moon and the sword as a sun ray, they are a part of the whole

diving more into the symbolic aspect, the (sun) sword is straight forward, its purpose is just to kill, while the (moon) bow on the other hand exists in duality - it's there, be it to war or hunting (and here, hunting means the extension/perpetuation of life)

both Godslayer and Hunter embodies these qualities in different levels

now addressing the celestial side of the weapons, i believe there's a reason (tho i cannot say it was the creators intention) as to why Godslayer is represented by the sun and Hunter, by the moon

in short, the sun and moon (the celestial bodies in real life, to make it clear), as explained in the book Goddesses, received throughout history religious and spiritual meaning tied with life and death (or eternity and time)

it's explained that the sun, initially, was a female symbol, and the moon a male one, but when the male centric religions started to gain dominance the roles inversed

"[...]It was from the period of his reign that the Babylonian epic of the sun god Marduk dates, whose victory over Tiamat, the old goddess of the primeval sea, marks the moment of a decisive transfer of loyalty in that quarter of the world from the universal goddess of nature to an assortment of politically established tribal gods."

here we can already trace a parallel with the game events, tho a bit shy - the main cult in the island is towards mother eagle and as time passes, her cult shrinks due to Godslayer overtaking

the parallels deepens when you take in consideration what the sun and moon are symbols for

"[...]The moon dies into the sun: the bull is pounced upon by the lion. The moon is the celestial sign of the sacrifice.[...]" "[...]What the moon, the bull, and the serpent represent is the power to throw off death and be born again." "[...]The sun always represents the killing, drying, desiccating principle and so the killer is always associated with the solar power.[...]"

Godslayer passed through the golden sun-door to eternity; and by lying his curse right in Sauro's plateau, not only he cursed the world but also took over the sun - now all his actions are holy, as it's all purified in the everlasting flames

Hunter then embodies the cyclical flow of sacrifice, hunter after hunter came to the island and all failed in stopping the curse - as the moon dies into the sun, it is also ready to rebirth

Austin in one of his videos talks about how Hunter is there for the ultimate sacrifice

"one of the narrative threads i had lashed onto early in the project was the idea that the Hunter doesnt initially know why she's being delivered to this island, why she has been sent there, and to me it always felt like a sacrifice. her civilization, wherever she comes from send her there hoping she might oppose the darkness, but they've sent countless hunters for time eternal and with no results to speak of: the darkness had continued to spread in the world, and so it had become almost a form of ritual sacrifice, like throwing... the young maiden into the volcano so to speak. and i thought i like the idea that she manages to do what none have done before her, but not just in actually defeating the darkness but even in learning what was going on there and even understanding her purpose, in that way the game, to me, feels very much like a metaphor for life itself. and so the song had to reflect all that, wrap all that together, and the specific idea that i liked the best was that her goal is to basically give her life in full, unhesitant service to others"

then, in the extended credits, Hunter is saved by the eagle - throwing off death to be reborn (this is one of the qualities of the hero), and this also happens with the Tall Ones since they are pretty much made up of moon-like qualities

"Selene, the moon, is associated with the art of Clio, the muse of history and historical writing. The moon is the planet that moves the tides of life, the tides of the ocean, and the tides of the menstrual cycle and is consequently the power that informs history. The arrow held by Selene in the sphere of the moon is held down, pointing us to the Earth and its history[...]"

the moon in the pathless takes a more human scale - it's gentler, but still conscious of the natural cycle, a natural path that repeats itself over and over and over again

for me it seems that Godslayer pursued the sword (and therefore the sun) as a form of bringing himself closer to the position of a god above the gods; the moon represented exactly what he rejects, the pathless land

hence Hunter's affinity with the moon, and its image ever so present in her presence - she's the moon that dies and resurrects, moving like the river among the realm of the humans

Godslayer in the end would never choose the moon, or the bow, cause he had only one objective

but here comes a small surprise: both the bow and the sword are described as sisters

sun and moon are both female symbols, and are sisters (a bit like Apolo and Artemis), and even if Godslayer denies, they come from a single origin, a single truth

in the end, he also abandons his sword, cause she is unfit, tainted

[perlen-gold]

A Fenris x Hawke story

(Chapter 7)

Another step. More insecure than the last. Yet another step.

The days rose and fell like cataracts of frothing light, shaping and reshaping themselves.

There was no incandescent sun, its rising and falling to tell the tale. Only the everlasting, unending blackish prongs and turrets of the city in the churning sky, slashed against the tireless whirling of poisoned, ash-floating light. 

Sometimes, it appeared indeed, that light was creeping into the wakening sky. Sometimes there was night. Sometimes there was day. And sometimes there was none.

Eyes, aloft and afloat, peered at Fenris gaunt outlines from under dark, shaded corners. Watching. Gazing. Staring. Approach him they did not. Spirits and demons alike. They merely observed him as the gray-faced wolves in the dark-green forests, ripe with wonder, had done.

After a while, an indefinite weariness clung to Fenris’ limbs as if he was dragging a cracked shell behind them.

And on walked Fenris, on the fissures of his being.

Over dried lakes, gaping with choking thirst. Through dells and dales dense with crumbling stone temples and wafting statues. Through vast caves went Fenris, lush with blazing torches and orbits of light. Forests there were, cold and abundant with stone stems and rock barks. Across a desert he wandered, twisters of sand spiraling into the sky and sucking pools of rimless waters. Chiseled balustrades and coned pavilions, hovering above the ground, their pieces scattered around. Bone-clattered cliffs and spirit-roamed ruins.

At times the sky was lustrous with burning flames, and otherwiles mere sparks streaked across it as glimpsed comets on the night sky.

And all the while, the airy, thinning nothingness and thickening wind were whisking around him, whip-lean and kingfisher-swift they flapped his limbs and lashed strands of Fenris’ pearl-dulled hair.

Through doors of flaming fire and up stairways of rippling water he went. Through doors next to the nodding of bushes crowned with iron-tipped flowers.

An old, forlorn battlefield brushing his ankles as if they remembered a long-lost brother returned, one of their own. They murmured to him. From afar, spirits and demons watched alike.

Did spirits battle their own kind? Some scholars said yes. Others no.

Was he becoming one of them?

A demon of rage?, some seemed to ask from the lurking shadows. A spirit of vengeance?

Of grief, Fenris thought.

He dragged his toes over the stone-shard ground.

Another step. More insecure than the last. Yet another step.

He called Hawke’s name no more into the hum-filled, smoking silence.

Keep reading on AO3

[unrittenn]

Love me

Love me so unabashedly so unashamedly that you drown in that adoration you hold for me

Look at me and let your pupils dilate and eyes widen like you’re looking at god itself

I want to have your attention so much so that the room goes quiet and everything blurs once you even think I might speak

Smother me

Suffocate me

Surround me

With your undying unwilting everlasting love

Love me hard and love me soft

Let your cheeks redden when I throw a glance

Chest tighten with every laugh

Smile brighten with every clasp of hands

Let me be what graces your eyelids when no one else’s around

Let me steal the air from your lungs as the world goes white

And let me be the one who breathes the life back into them

Let your love burn for me the way the stars burn in the sky

But the way they never outshine the sun

Orbit me for I am your everything

Like I am what anchors you to the ground itself

Like I am gravity

I’d never ever love you less than this

- Trash

[bleucoffin]

“Upon yon velvet canvas of the night, / doth Phoebe cast her tender, silv’ry glow. / A beacon in the dusk, an inmost light; / her splendor in this darkness all will know.

With borrowed flames of sun, she owns her place — / a mistress to the stars, in regal grace. / In tranquil orbit, she doth weave her lace, / an everlasting dance, a warm embrace.

Her faces wax and wane in endless rhyme, / a lover’s whisper at the sultry air. / She watches over all, a silent chime, / in dreams and tides, the sea remains an heir.”

— Yuri Marques, “Phoebe”

[im-always-trying]

I was the moon and you were my earth, the galaxy and her wildflower.

We found each other in darkness and gave each other light.

We helped each other grow and thrive. I fell into your orbit and we became one. Bits of the same star, soulmates.

Our push and pull kept us together through thick and thin, our emotions bouncing off each other like tides, giving us both highs and lows throughout our beautiful life.

Suddenly we found the sun. A new light to help us grow, to help us feel warm and happy inside.

The earth was drawn to the sun and fell into its orbit while the moon followed along.

The sun gave the earth energy and love and motivation to grow while the moon began to fade into the background, hoping for a lunar eclipse, a way to get closer to the sun, even just for a moment. A way for the earth to see, to remember that the moon is still around, too.

The earth and sun became too hot for the moon to survive, so they turned their backs. The moon kept orbiting the earth, but dimmer than before, unable to break away from the everlasting bond.

- I'm a new moon trying to search the stars for answers

I hope global warming doesn't get the best of you