#that glow ✨🌅✨

[sainz100]

📸 by Martin Trenkler

[droneshotmediany]

[finelinevogue]

love isn’t weakness

summary - paul helps you see that love isn’t a weakness

pairing - paul atreides x caladan!reader

word count - +1k

🌙⚔️🌅✨🌙⚔️🌅✨🌙⚔️🌅✨🌙⚔️🌅✨

You wake to the Paul sleeping soundly beside you.

For once.

So often now does Paul wake up in a cold sweat from his dreams. You can’t imagine how terrifying seeing the possible future must be, but as long as he has you beside him to hold his hand he assures you he’ll be okay.

You wipe the sleep away from your eyes and sit up to let the blanket fall from your body.

Some days you wish you had been allowed to stay on Caladan. Days like today, where you mourn the loss of your parents who died in a war long ago.

Now, you were lost to the deserts of Arakkis.

Paul was slowly becoming a God here and soon you were afraid you’d lose him to the desert too.

You watched him for a few moments, his chest rising slowly and falling again. There was something so overwhelming about watching him just exist.

Watching him grow up as your best friend had never been like this. You’d only grown in feelings for Paul when he was sent to Arakkis before you. The loss of not having him near all the time was horrible, and when reunited Paul made that clear to you by kissing you as more than a best friend.

You smiled softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead softly so not to disturb him, before getting ready to go outside to greet the waking sun.

No one else on camp was awake.

You were away from Worm territory and clear of any Harkonnen’s for now.

Trudging up the steep sand bank, you crested to the top and was greeted by the expanse lands of the dunes.

Nothing for miles. Far as your eyes could see, there was nothing but peaks and troughs of mountainous dunes.

You sat down carefully, watching some sand slide down the dune beside you.

Opening the small piece if dirtied white - now grey - cloth in your hand you found your small locket. The circular shaped pendant necklace opened to the treasure inside - a small picture of your parents on their wedding day.

You gulped back the phantom stone in the back of your throat and squeezed the pendant in your hand tightly.

“I miss you.” You whispered to the desert.

Silence returned.

“You would never guess where I am now!” You laughed to yourself, wiping your tears away quickly with the back of your hand.

It was advised to never cry in the desert, lest you want to lose all your bodies water reserves.

You blew out a big breath, trying to remind calm. “Could do with a nightmare of a family dinner right now.”

‘Nightmare’ because there would always be an argument of some sort about what you were going to have. It was never actually a nightmare, you just liked to refer to them as that.

Soft footsteps could be heard behind you, climbing the dune not so subtly. Although, you suspected they wanted you to hear them so you knew someone was coming.

Only when he sat next to you, did you realise it was Paul.

He sat tight beside you, not leaving much room.

He looked out towards the vast landscape and said nothing. He was good at knowing when or it you wanted him to speak, or when you just wanted the company.

For now, company was all you needed.

He softly slunk his calloused hand into yours, interlinking your fingers and squeezing to show you he was there for you.

He knew what this day was to you.

“I don’t want to be weak when I think about them anymore.” You whispered, hoping Paul would understand.

“It’s not weak to miss them, Y/N.”

“I feel it.” You dipped your head, opening your other hand to reveal the pendant.

“Love isn’t a weakness. That’s what you feel; love. You’re loving them even after they’ve gone.” He explained in a way a true leader could only.

“That was a very wise thing to have come from you.” You turned to look at him and he was already smiling at you, both of your glowing in the morning sun now.

“Love has made me wise.”

He looked at your lips. You looked from his eyes to his own.

“Then you would know, love isn’t wise at all.” You responded with something Lady Jessica had told him when he had declared that you were together.

Literally, declared in front of a whole camp of Fremens. It was simultaneously both the most embarrassing and happiest moment you’d felt on this planet.

Paul decided to shut you up by kissing you, not too harshly otherwise you’d both go falling off the top of the dunes - which, yes, had happened before.

He cupped your cheek softly and kissed just as much. His lips were warm with the wake of the sun and your insides started to glow just as brightly.

Love.

“You make me feel less weak.” You pulled back to tell him, whispering the words only a breaths touch away from his lips.

“That’s because you love me.” He teased, kissing you with a smile.

You pushed his shoulder ever-so-lightly, to get him back for the teasing.

“Do you not?” He questioned, pretending to be offended. He touched your cheek furthest from him and tugged it so you would face him again. “Hmm?”

“You’re so dependent on what my feelings are for you?”

“Yes.”

The light conversations between you never failed to outshine any dark moments you way be having.

“That makes you a weak man. Maybe you aren’t Lisan Al-Gaib after all.” You bit the inside of your cheek to hide your smile.

“Maybe. Love still doesn’t make me a weak man though and it doesn’t make you weak either.” He kissed the tip of your nose softly.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him.

“They’re still there, watching over you.” He nodded to the sky where the last of the stars were twinkling still. Soon they’d be gone and the sky would be lit in cerulean blue.

“I know.”

“And they’re here too.” He touched over your heart and then over his. Your parents had been as close to him as his own father, so he knows what the loss feels like even after all this time.

He now knows the kind of whole a loved one can leave on your heart. It’s learning to know not how to re-fill it, but live with it that’s the difficult part.

He was learning how to do that from you, just as you learnt from him.

You kissed him again, just because you needed to let him know that you appreciated him - more than words could ever explain.

Paul gave you a small smile when be broke away from your lips quietly.

“I love you. To forever.”

“To forever.”

[harrietlancaster]

The lake 🌅✨💕

Her heart was racing.

She noticed how distracted Sebastian was by her, as one by one she undressed in front of him. He still held onto her bag, that she handed to him a moment ago to place somewhere safe, completely unaware of how his lips were parted slightly and his chest was heaving with every breath.

If her heart wasn't beating as fast as it was, she might've been giggling at the funny face he was making. After all, it was his idea to take a dip, when they found this lake, hidden deep in this forest. He was his usual overly confident and teasing self, never once thinking she'd actually do it.

Yet, here she was, just in her chemise, her eyes lingering on his darkened ones, before she stepped into the soothingly cool lake. The water was clear and sparkling, giving this place a magical feeling. The plants beneath the water tickled at her feet, her steps getting heavier and slower the further she walked into it.

When she turned around to see Sebastian still rooted to the ground, the first thing she noticed was the very apparent blush all over his freckled cheeks and forehead. Even his ears were glowing red.

She knew, now standing in the warm rays of sunshine, that he'd be able to see through the fabric and see her silhouette. But what she didn't know was how the sunrays made her hair look even more golden, her skin glow and her eyes stand out so much more.

"She's a goddess," Sebastian thought to himself, as he gulped thickly...

...and merely choked, as in the same moment that she looked away, her arm reached out, pulling on the bow of her chemise.

Just like the green bowtie in her hair showed everyone around her, that she was his, she would show him, just how much she meant that.

After half a year (also counting the 4 months of avoiding it) I finally finished this art!!! I'm so happy how it turned out! Thank you @rednite-dork for the help! 💕

Here are the two artworks of Harriet without the background! 🤭

divider by @saradika

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Day 7 - High Stakes & Hot Air

The sun was shining once again, and the house was buzzing — today’s challenge would decide who got the next exclusive date with Bruce! And what better way to test luck than with a classic casino roulette showdown? 💰🔥

The first round brought together Joshua, Andy, Belphogor, and Andrés. 🎰 Joshua and Andrés were the first to bust out, losing all their chips — turns out, betting it all on red wasn’t the best strategy. Oops. 🎰 That left Belphogor and Andy in a tense final round, chips clinking, eyes locked… but in the end, Belphogor played his cards right and took the win!

The second round had Laurence, Jhon, Vincent, and Ciaran putting their gambling skills to the test. 🎰 Ciaran went down first, proving that luck wasn’t on his side today. 🎰 Laurence followed soon after, apparently too busy side-eyeing Vincent to focus on his bets. 🎰 That left Jhon and Vincent in a heated duel, but Jhon kept his cool and secured the victory!

🔥 Final Face-Off: Belphogor vs. Jhon! 🔥 Both played like seasoned pros, chips flying, tension rising… but Jhon had the winning hand and secured his golden ticket to a private date with Bruce! 🎟️✨

🌅 A Dreamy Date in the Skies 🎈

Jhon and Bruce took to the skies in a breathtaking hot air balloon ride. Floating above the landscape, they sipped on champagne and enjoyed the stunning view. 🥂✨

As the sun began to set, they gently landed near the legendary Bear Cabin—the perfect setting for deeper conversation. The two quickly realized they had a lot in common, sharing laughs and secrets under the warm cabin glow. Then, with a sly smile, Jhon invited Bruce for a slow dance… and well, one thing led to another. 😏🔥

Let’s just say the night ended on a very passionate note. 😉💋

💔 Farewell to Ciaran!

As the evening rolled in, it was time to say goodbye to another contestant. Ciaran, our charming, energetic, and ever-playful competitor, was eliminated.

From his adorable habit of playing tag with half the house to his unwavering loyalty to his friends, Ciaran brought so much joy and chaos to the game. Whether it was sparking rivalries, defending his besties, or simply being his lovable self, he made every moment entertaining.

Ciaran, you may not have won Bruce’s heart, but you sure won ours. 💙 Thanks for the memories, the drama, and the laughs! Now go forth and keep being the playful troublemaker we all love. 😘🏃‍♂️💨

(based on relationship level with Bruce)

Hey everyone! Sorry for the delay on this episode — haven’t been feeling my best mentally these past few days. But I really appreciate all of you who follow along and enjoy the Bachelor Challenge! Thanks for sticking around, and stay tuned for more drama, romance, and chaos!

[askereiniongilgalad]

If you could have the luxury of setting aside the burden of the crown for a day, how would you spend that day?

Valar hear you!

First, I’d sleep in. Just me, my bed, the wind, and the birds. A High King need his beauty sleep, this glow doesn't happens naturally. 🌅✨

Next, a spa escape. 🛁🌿 Mud baths, massages, and cucumbers for the eyes. If I’m forced to dress like a golden beacon, I might as well live like one. (Galadriel, I’m booking you one too, no arguments.)

Then, I’d conquer again the flambé: probably dessert, because setting sugar on fire feels like justice. 🔥 (Elrond, keep the fire extinguisher outside. It’s called drama, not disaster.)

For the afternoon? Zumba! Picture it: me, in full workout gear, salsa-ing circles around the council. They’ll never recover. Vengeance, sweat vengeance. 💃✨

Finally, I’d steal borrow my herald’s hammock, write in peace, and let the stars of Elbereth whisper, “Not yet,” when retirement tempts me. 🌌

[brightweaver]

The summer solstice 🌞 is upon us do you know what this means?? ‼️ Happy BRIGHTSHINE Jubilee!!!✨🔆To all fellow AcoLIGHTS 🤓📜 and the rest of you poor 😔 unlearned 🤥 creatures 👽 Praise the Lightweaver 🐉🌟for her Knowledge and Brilliance 🤩💡 which burns away at the encroaching 😥 and hungering 🌑SHADE🌑 And all other manners of EVIL 👿 in her beautiful territory 🌅🌲☀️ even though She seems to be taking no action regarding the rampaging 😱 three headed Emperor 👩‍👧‍👦 dragon 🐲 the dangerous Hewn City 🪦💀 or even the unguarded 🤔 direct portal to our ENEMY 😤😡SHADOW flight 😷🟣🌚 territory BUT NO MATTER!! this is 🎉 Party time!! 🥳 So gather your IMMACULATE TABLETS 🗿🏛️ pay tribute with 🌕 Glowing orbs of light 🪩 crystals 💎 books 📚 and other ✨shiny✨ things and the Lightweaver may give you her blessing 🙏 May the Lightweaver be with you and Happy Jubilee!! 🕯️😄

[cirquellcuriosities]

Here’s to one last demon with summer vibes before it’s officially time for spooky season! Say hello to our newest completed commission: a synthwave inspired goat! 🌴🌅

All of their teal embroidery and minky glows, as does the pink on their face! Definitely one of the most colorful demons we have ever made!

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[whymaige]

✨🌅 Dawntrail Benchmark V.1.1* 🌅✨

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, Benchmark v1.1 dropped and the difference is day and night!!!

My WoL looks so…. ALIVE!!! 👀 It's amazing what lighting adjustment can do!! Before (Left) - > After (Right)

PreDT -> Benchmark v1 -> Benchmark V1.1

I work with lower gamma because I like my character blending with the environment than glowing. I am also particular about her hair color- I don't want it any lighter xD

Thank you, better lighting! 🙏✨💡

Thank you, Yoshi-P and devs, for taking care of us! 🙇‍♀️ Can't wait for Dawntrail!!

[lathez]

🌅✨WIP WEDNESDAY✨🌅

Thanks @sulphuricgrin and @silly-little-diary for tagging me today! I think many have been tagged already, but I’ll go ahead and just tag @sanzas-reverie @lobo-inu @hadvarandralof @moogaiashe @changelingsandothernonsense and @nyarevar

I haven’t had a lot of time to work on fic due to the deadlines from my publisher on Duke of Blackmore, but I did get a little done on Something in the Orange (rare Lathe doesn’t write about Miraak moment.) A bit of a weak draft, sorry 💔

Summary: Nara is a Vampiress with total amnesia as to her life before her turning. Memories only come to her in dreams; this is one of those.

Nara can tell she’s dreaming from her eyes; in the waking world, they’re that frightening deep amber typical of a Vampiress, her pupils fossilized like crystals behind their unnatural glow. Her eyes are a stain on her beauty, and she loathes to see them — though it’s not as if she usually can. Only sun-lit waters show her reflection. In mirrors, she’s little but an absence, the empty effect of hunger, something more impermeable than a ghost.

But in dreams she’s briefly allowed to savor who or what she was, letting herself swim in the sunny-sky eyes that used to belong to her. When her red lips part into a smile, her reflection smiles back at her, and the harmony of it both brings her to lucidity and drives in a deeper desire to never wake up.

This dream is familiar; she’s seated at a vanity in the Hall of the Vigilant, and there’s a pretty young woman with curled and piled dark brown hair carefully brushing crushed red mountain flowers onto her lips. All Nara can tell is she knows her, or knew her, anyway. There’s a bond between them, but it’s faded and worn now. She can’t recall her name, but she’s her bridesmaid, she’s sure of that.

When the woman sets the brush and bowl of makeup away, her hands cover her mouth, delighted with her work. “Oh, Miss Nara-Jane. You’ve never looked more beautiful.”

She’s teary eyed already, and Nara takes a thin hand to comfort her. When she speaks, her words are scripted from memory; they come from her mouth, but not from her mind. “Lovey, save your tears for the ceremony. You’ll ruin your makeup.”

“Oh Gods.” She nearly sobs and wipes away the droplets with a little lace hankie. “I just can’t believe you’re really off the market for good. Are you sure you don’t want to run away with me?”

“Are you trying to die?” Another voice interrupts. Without turning, Nara knows it belongs to a Breton man garbed in traditional wedding attire, one hand over his eyes, glimmering golden fabric draped over an arm outstretched. “Because ▇▇ would kill you if he knew you were even thinking about stealing Nara.”

Her Maid of Honor skips over to him and collects his offering with a grin. “Don’t pretend you’ve never considered it. She’s the prettiest girl in Tamriel.”

“Whether or not I have, I wouldn’t be stupid enough to say it out loud.”

While they chatter and bicker like siblings, Nara examines the man. These waking dreams frustrate her endlessly; while she recognizes the strong eyebrows, the well-kept beard, the long brown hair, it’s simply as if his face and name blur at the edge of recognition. No matter how hard she tries, no matter how many restless nights she spends seeking, she can’t answer the critical question: who were you, Nara-Jane?

“Nara? My beautiful, beautiful bride? Are you there?”

She blinks herself back into lucidity; she needs to hang on to the dream as long as possible. She’ll never know if she doesn’t keep trying. “Sorry. Wedding nerves.”

Hands still over his eyes, the man smiles. “Who are you tossing the bouquet to? ▇▇ or Keeper ▇▇?”

Keeper, Keeper, Keeper. She remembers this from the last time she dreamed it — the man has an affliction for the Vigilant Keeper. It had been a breakthrough in her memory. She’d never been capable of placing a title before. “I suspect no matter where I throw it you two will take to hand-to-hand combat over it. Perhaps I should have gotten two.”

Then a huff from both parties and an eventual shoo from her bridesmaid. “Go. Attend to your friend. Gods know he’s having one of his anxiety attacks.”

“The kind where he sits blankly and silently in a corner with a thousand yard stare?” Nara asks. The man clicks his tongue approvingly.

“Exactly that, so I will be going, before your attack dog bites my head off.” He says, but not before bending down to kiss her cheek. “Knock ‘em dead, Nara.”

Finally left in peace, the two women unfurl his delivery; this time, it’s Nara’s turn to succumb to tears. The veil is a spectacular work of art, and she recollects the distant memory that her betrothed’s mother had sewn it for her. It’s constructed of fine Rihadian lace, intricately beaded, the purest yellow sapphires dripping down the fabric and about her shoulders like rain. The train is a masterpiece on its own; three women had worked on the beading for seven days and seven nights, four-hundred and twenty seven diamonds and yellow sapphires carefully stitched to form a sunburst. When it’s draped over her head, obscuring her eyes, it frightens her; for a moment, the yellow caught the light like amber.

“Nara-Jane. When you die, Dibella will step down.” Her friend coos, adjusting her blonde hair beneath the veil. “And Stendarr will sing.”

“How I wish to hear that song.” Nara whispers, her delicate hands reaching up to touch the sunburst tiara draped about her forehead. Her words come to her, this time unscripted. “But the cool touch of death will never be for me.”

At the first stirrings of flute and harmony from the great hall, the two women rise, and Nara refocuses her efforts on another breakthrough. The song. What is that song? From the way her heart swells and murmurs along with it, it’s something dear to her — probably something she chose. She tunes into her senses; the striking smell of snow on a winter evening, the slight lean and scratch of a rooftop on her back. A smoking stick of incense, with a scent so specific, she can’t help but think of —

“Stros M’kai. A Song for Lovers.” She realizes out loud. Her bridesmaid gives her a strange glance as she adjusts the position of her bouquet, so that it might cascade naturally down her dress. “▇▇ sang it to me on the rooftop the day my daddy passed away. He’s a terrible singer.”

“Oh, my poor love, you’re nervous.” Her friend whispers. Carefully, so as not to disturb her, she wraps her in a hug. “This is all ceremony, darling.”

For the first time since these dreams began, Nara hears his voice. It’s low, gruff, but warm in a way that seems to be for her and her alone. “Nara-Jane, Stendarr save me, I’m going to marry you.”

Nara’s head swims and the music grows louder, the time approaching for her grand entrance. When her bridesmaid pulls away, the veil hides the terror in her eyes, but can’t hide the way the bouquet shakes in her hands. Her concern is evident, and her voice is suddenly laced with something that sounds like empty, unfamiliar grief.

“Nara…?”

“I think something terrible happened to—”

The final word never leaves her tongue — the glimmering sunburst on her veil immolates, and in seconds her body is aflame, the sapphires that had once decorated her shoulders now boiling holes into her burning flesh. The pain is unspeakable, and she flails, trying to throw the heavy fabric from her shoulders. Her skin is bubbling, her body is melting, and in her scramble she finds herself leaning over a basin of crystalline water. Between screams and gurgles of pain, she sees her eyes rippling in the blue.

Amber.

[vultursvolans]

i really wanted to space this one out because i just shared a selfship comm yesterday but i could not gatekeep the girlfriend any longer

look at my nami-swan. my tangerine princess and her cute strawberry crop. look at us under the summer sun ✨🌅🧡 can you picture the glow of our skin and imagine the taste of our sweet, fruity kisses? oh, don’t stare for too long, otherwise she’ll start charging you!

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[spookysplatt]

Lights✨🌟⭐️seen👀in the sky🌅above⬆️⬆️🙄the Arby's🍗🍔

Not🙅‍♂️🚫the glowing sign🪧of Arby's🍗🍔

Something❓higher⬆️📈and beyond that😱🤔

We know❗️💭🧐the difference↔️

We've caught on‼️to their game🃏🕹️😤

We understand🧐the lights💡above⬆️Arby's🍖game♟️🎲

Invaders😱👾from another➕world🌍🛸👽

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And it's about a hundred💯feet📏above👆⏫the Arby's🌭🍔

[livenature0]

Witness the Fiery Ocean Sunset 🌅🔥

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[bartoszsims3]

The Bachelor Challenge - Semi-final

We’re one step away from the grand finale, and let’s just say… things are steaming up! 🥵🔥

🌅 THE MORNING AFTER…

The day started early in the BC house, but some were cozier than others. Belphogor and Andy were still snuggled up together, enjoying the warmth of each other’s presence. 🥰 Meanwhile, Bruce was already up and going through his skincare routine like the flawless king he is. Glowing skin is a must for a Bachelor! ✨

Andy was the first to leave the comfort of the blankets and go find Bruce. The two shared some sweet moments, a little flirtation, and soft touches. Who knew mornings could be this romantic? 💛☀️

🍰 BREAKFAST WITH A SIDE OF LOVE

Bruce then took it upon himself to bake a delicious homemade pie for the boys. (Husband material? We think YES.) Not only is he hot, but he’s also a man who can cook. 🔥 The guys enjoyed the breakfast, grateful for the rare peaceful moment before the next challenge.

With full bellies and good moods all around, Bruce decided to relax with some hookah, while Jhon, the adventure-seeker, grabbed his board and went surfing. 🏄‍♂️ Effortlessly cool.

Meanwhile, Vincent and Andy’s friendship blossomed as they got lost in conversation. They might be rivals for Bruce’s heart, but that doesn’t mean they can’t bond. After their heart-to-heart, Vincent took on the role of the house’s handyman and fixed the broken shower. (Handy AND handsome? This man has it all.) 🔧💦

🧺 A PICNIC & A STEAMY TWIST

By midday, the boys gathered for a cozy picnic. Laughter, food, and a little competitive tension filled the air – but little did they know, the steamiest part of the day was still to come. It was time for the Bear Sauna. 🧖‍♂️🔥

Laurence, the ever-thoughtful artist, took a moment to watch the fish in the lake, reflecting on his journey so far. (A poetic soul, as always.) 🎨🐟

Jhon decided to go for a mud bath. 💆‍♂️ Relaxation king.

Belphogor & Laurence stepped into the sauna together, letting the steam work its magic. 😏

Vincent later joined them, and suddenly, it became a gossip session. ☕👀 Spill the tea, boys!

Meanwhile, Bruce focused his attention on Andy, treating him to a hot stone massage. The heat wasn’t just coming from the stones, trust me. 😉🔥

Vincent & Jhon, feeling the steamy energy, shared some flirty moments… and a few kisses. 💋 Belphogor, never one to be left out, decided Laurence deserved a massage too. 👀

And then… the moment that had everyone talking. The steam, the tension, the lingering touches… things got extra hot when Bruce decided to help Vincent & Jhon make the most out of the shower. 🚿🔥 Let’s just say, it wasn’t JUST about getting clean. 😏

💔 FAREWELL, LAURENCE 💔

But as the night fell, the competition demanded another goodbye. This time, it was Laurence’s turn to leave.

🖤 Laurence, you came into this house as a mystery and left as a legend. From your thoughtful moments to your fearless flirting, you brought an energy no one else could match. Your presence was magnetic, your heart was pure, and your charm was undeniable. Thank you for the laughter, the depth, and the sauna memories we’ll never forget. 😉 We’ll miss you, artist boy. 🎨

⚠️ THE FINALE IS HERE! ⚠️

It all comes down to this. Who will Bruce choose? 🤔 It’s time to VOTE!

Are you #TeamAndy, #TeamJhon, #TeamVincent, or #TeamBelphogor? 🔥 Drop your team in the comments and get ready – the FINAL DECISION is coming! This is your chance to help Bruce find his perfect match! 💕