#the path of dreamers

[the-path-of-dreamers]

Moon 15: No Thyme

Encounters 2/2

[the-path-of-dreamers]

OHHH MY GOD THESE ARE SO CUTE... I LOVE...

Leaders 2 + Edits

MORE leaders (or adjacent) from clangen blogs i follow! First post here

TW for flashing/flickering in the video, blood, and eyestrain for close-ups. Those close-ups, credit @'s, timestamps and extras below.

0:00 - Splinterstar, 0:38 - Amberstar/feather, 2:57 - Honeystar

@songclangen

1:02 - Cinnamonstar

@silkclan

1:37 - Ashpaw/sight

@ashpaw-is-alone

2:01 - Rapidstar

@horizonclansfate

2:30 - Dancingstar, 2:39 - Partridgestar

@silverclangen

3:25 - Poppypaw

@lostclanwc

3:41 - Kestrelstar

@echoes-in-echoclan

4:08 - Froststar, 4:35 - Branchstar II, 5:14 - Brindlestar

@through-frost-and-flames

5:38 - Fallenstar

@poppyclangen

6:16 - Pearlstar

@aphidclan-clangen

7:05 - Shadestar

@tidalclan

7:29 - Flyquiver/star

@clanoflotus-clangen

7:54 - Pythonback

@rise-of-littleclan

8:16 - Brownleaf

@the-path-of-dreamers

9:02 - Leapstar

@nectarclan

9:48 - Messing with backgrounds

Notes:

-forgot to save the image without my watermark on all the cats... so had to go back and redo it all

-redrew Twistedeyes because of the 3d effect on her, and redo Fogstars/Foamstars fade effects

-generally fixing little mistakes from the first batch

-had to go back thru Songclangen because HONEYSTAR

-lots of forgetting to resize these cats

-forgot to record for a few

-went back and fixed Leapstars face, didn't like it

-messed around with placements a lot

Edits:

@fallenclan, @whispering-clan, @juniper-clan, @we-are-dogclan, @bitterclan

[suntails]

knight of dreams

[allura-raine]

[saintashes]

THE FOOL'S JOURNEY. || a satosugu poem. text below. feel free to reblog :)

CONCEPT: the sun sets and the sky looks like raspberries. we reach up and take one from a bush, bursting and juicy. the clouds touch our fingers shyly and we laugh and laugh until our stomachs hurt in the best way.

CONCEPT: we are becoming dull with age. we are still alive. i tell you about the raspberries and you tell me we are too old to believe in magic. i ask, is it the growing up that leaves us empty? you stay silent. the next morning there is a note on the counter. fear, it says. fear. i wonder how much courage it took to write it down.

CONCEPT: a home in which fear is an invite only guest. and we do not send an invitation. do not even throw a party.

CONCEPT: the day ends and you barge into our dorm room. yell and yell. grab my arm. chase me out into the night. you say, look at the sky. it is all cranberry and red. look, see how the wind grows strawberries? see the fields? how they breathe on indefinitely? and, lord, the look on your face. it is breathtaking. your mouth twisting up in joy.

CONCEPT: we eat from the vine. the stars wink their little eyes at us. the moon listens as we weave her a story. nothing stills until dawn.

CONCEPT: we stay here forever. fear does not reach us in this place. it is only our front yard but it is wild. it is brim filled with dreams. it is an accomplishment. to grow and still believe. it is magic. it is ours. in the best way, it is ours.

[the-path-of-dreamers]

OHEHEUHEGR THE CRITTERS..... THIS IS SO CUTE THANK YOU SO MUCH

Yehyuh! Finally finished up this drawing of @the-path-of-dreamers's kitties! Beans and their partner in crime Brownleaf!

[histhoughtslately]

Everything you can imagine is real.

- Pablo Picasso

[aurelion-solar]

Legends of Runeterra: Dreamlit Paths Brynhir Thundersong - Eager Dedicant - Kharox - Empire Reconstructor - Soaring Cartographer - Yeti Handler - Dragonsong Dreamer - Ultrasoft Poro - Stormcarved Spire

[ofliterarynature]

tbr of doom update • January 2024

Read:

Call Down the Hawk

Mister Impossible

All the Hidden Paths

Portrait of a Thief DNF

Unhauling:

Red Rising

Golden Son

Portrait of a Thief

Truthwitch

[the-path-of-dreamers]

SO CUTE!!! I love this. U did a wonderful job.

Saw a cat with the same flag as me and had to draw

(Hazypaw from @the-path-of-dreamers)

[the-path-of-dreamers]

Moon 14: Too Much Action

Encounters 2/2

[lagosbratzdoll]

The scene where Viserys consents to the c-section on Aemma’s behalf against her wishes is horrifying to watch. She’s literally screaming “no, Viserys, please” as the maester cuts into her. She’d told him that she didn’t want to try for more kids, and then he butchers her for a son. It is particularly sickening because Viserys claims to love her.

The producers said they'd not depict sexual violence against women, and then they do that to Aemma Arryn in literally the first episode. Is that not violence? Is reproductive violence not a form of sexual violence? Is the disregard for Aemma's autonomy not violent?

Furthermore, Viserys largely ignores his sons once he finally has them, so what was the point of Aemma's violent death? In the book, it appears that Viserys married Alicent out of love rather than a desire for sons, which makes more sense. However, the show's depiction of him as complicit in Aemma's brutal death and then neglecting the sons he sacrificed her for lacks coherence.  

[azems-familiar]

I too headcanon that my Lavellan gets (unintentionally) pregnant just before the breakup, has a child between DAI and Trespasser and well... I imagine she would do her best to keep the child secret from everyone, but I am not sure how feasible that would truly be :) She certainly does not tell Solas in Trespasser.

oooooh yes another one! i definitely think there's some feasibility, but it depends - in part i think it depends how much the child looks like her, because there's almost definitely families running around Skyhold by the time of trespasser, between the Inquisition's soldiers and other staff. so it's entirely possible that if the relationship is never acknowledged publicly and they don't look too similar, they could just be treated as another random elf kid....

BUT secrets like that are never completely secrets. because there's the core companions, who would know. the advisors, who know. the midwife who delivered the baby. and rumors spread, and we know the Inquisition wasn't as secure as Leliana believed it to be...so there's definitely room to go multiple ways here.

imagine the angst of Solas finding out she had his child from one of his spies and waiting during trespasser to see if she'll mention it to him and getting to be torn up when she doesn't, wondering if it means she does not want him as part of his child's life........

[lumafly]

Done everything I can! Sealed Siblings and Dream no More endings both acquired :)

Mapped every room transition except two in Path of Pain, but using spoiler mode just before fighting Radi showed that the only unmapped rooms left had nothing in them that I need. The only boss I can't encounter is No-Eyes (somewhere beyond Path of Pain) and I didn't bother with Oblobbles/God Tamer/Nightmare King but did the other dream bosses and found every charm. Did first pantheon for the Brothers fight too (for fun) then called it a run! I could have fought Radi a few days ago and found THK fairly early but I wanted to 'complete' the map and find more upgrades so here we are :D

This final animation is so sick Flame, this whole skin has been amazing to use I LOVE it <3<3<3

[captainkurosolaire]

Dreamer of Dreams

 How important are dreams? Chasing things beyond us sometimes grant us strength to surpass limits, to courageously endure for our vision. Over time a Pirate’s own became misconstrued, failures, losses piled up and his grandeur became murky. Losing a partial, vital piece of essence. Children call them dreams, but upon nurture, it was called Ambition! Without having a strong-self interest, he couldn’t relate or jump the hurdle for others, initially sought.  Now rectification came to retrieve what was lost. The First-Stage to Healing.

By plucking his lost spirit within obscurity, a reversion of his zenith came. That horrendous fog vaporized to magnificent sunlight. Matured figure of the boy-to-be, extended his arm’s out, it was time to go home. In their embrace, unbridled warmth quaked from a reunion of resolve. A wide-spread grin surfaced externally Captain’s injuries stung, ached, nevertheless something swelled within himself, the belief to achieve, in absolution. He sprung a bounce to his soles, kip-up. With finesse, began reassembling his own mind-games against his Skull Brethren, since started off this way, donning his original attire, fetching dual-blade’s of Hingan that were sworn off to prevent incidental death. Black-blood face paint ran across his eyelids, not only repulsing the dead itself; used to aid him in becoming brave that required adversity, now just meant to trigger Sol's distress. Sol took aim to shoot-down Captain’s butterfly who came from the cabin’s keyhole to cause misdirection, the spirit-guide, named Perish, fluttered between his limbs, barely evading swatting and squishing attempts. Soon found himself pulverized by a door that flew off the hinges suddenly as the Seeker sprinted with full on collision from a drop-kick, then surfboarding it, trampling his rib-cage. “Always told ye t’ fix that blimey door!” Giving a befitting punishment to the Shipwright, squished with the cabin’s door on him, Kuro kicked Sol’s silver-wind pistol into the waters, then blitzed towards climbing to the top-mast where their sail-flag awaited. Mistbeard’s mask still onlooking their pirate-battle. The ex-Garlean conscript, struggled temporarily, wind knocked out of him, before angrily following pursuit, spare pistol <Live Free> brought out taking shots at the climbing cat-folk, who intelligibly utilized line-of-sight climbing alongside the mast’s with his heritage-expertise, forcing the gun-wielder to pursue, climbing up to the top with sheer agitation, this would be done in a duel-fashion now.

Atop the mast, where they’d wage their last-sequence as blood-brothers turned enemies. Sol finally arrives behind in his pursuit, seeing Captain more closely. He was unnerved, a deplorable golden-crest smile was on him, the markings of jolly, complete fulfillment, it always brought him anger. As if a Sun was looking beneath him, nothing he could do would discourage the heat, his traditional means to kill, erase, all left meaningless in pursuit. His brow twitched into a frown. That deviant-rogue staring across him spoke, “Thanks t’ ye mate. I found irreplaceable value in me. I’m afraid… I’ll b’ stealing n’ cucking ye, again of something. Could race to see who reaches ascension firstly or lastly there! Like ol’ times… But I’ve got t’ slay your dark-cloud, it’s cramping my vibes.” Candidly bringing back a memento, it’s like time-flowed back, to not-long-ago, they used to rock-paper-scissors for who rigged, or climbing up on the masts, doing contests to one-up another in brotherly competition. “Also – I’ve decided. I’ll become a King.” Calmness and overwhelming peace said with a matter-of-fact from the Scoundrel’s following words, after the storm-breeze howled.

Sol, overtaken by envy, frustratingly growled, “...Y-You can’t just decide that!” Where did this abundance of confidence come from? Teeth grinding and grating together blood rushing into his temple. His concentration was caught lacking and those winds nearly took him off balance, but Miqo'te remained perfectly still…

Energy shifted in an instantaneous, an explosiveness out-cried from Captain with a thunderous shout of his declaration. A Challenge against ALL of Destiny, Fate, anything in-between was committed, throughout the rumbling tides and passed air. “I’ll become King ov’ th’ LIVING!” A dream so far-above, outlandish, impossible echoed. Jolly laughter tantalizingly followed, against Sol’s ire, a splitting image of their own Founder was reminded. To know, Living is to understand the existence of infinity! There was no-one way to live. This particular Pirate knew this and had connection to everything that resided between the spectrum's, life to death, and was born from a Mother’s Light and Father’s Shadow. Be that as it may, he ambitiously stared at the path of transcendence. Unwavering determination highlighting his visage. Upon his crew and varied people across in adventuring, to most-natural or supernatural, soul’s encountered.  All uplifting and inspiring him to heights leaving their imprints, scars, traces upon his singular vessel, these were the stupendous keepsakes, to preserve! Wanting this stead. Survival was instinctual because this was his perceived ultimate treasure. A challenge traversed the realm, shaking with a bewilderment of unyielding certainty. An individual-cloaked frozen-between-time peered over to the skies and gave halt from galloping.

They who stood at the highest summit, a GIANT, woke from disruption. Hinted with Captain’s Presence, awakening. Enraged Sol, lashed out in foul spite, fear, quivering and whining jealousy, “Nonsense. Die, Die, Die!” Pulling his trigger, reloading with rapid-fire, pupils went bloodshot from crazed-fury. The amber-eye, determined Seeker, predicted the trajectory of every fired-shot just by familiarizing Sol’s aim, countering by sliding against bullets with his dual-blades shield, deflecting and parrying him, to having them shred against his flesh in minor grazes, fearlessness, continued forth closing distance. Where Sol was useless in. They battled akin to this when pint-sized deckhands, back then using bb-guns or slingshots versus wooden kendo, this entire scene felt like reversed-time. Captain with a blade-rising upwardly in the air, spun his blade with realignment allowing glaring-rays, letting what all others were seeing. Sunlight had broken throughout the canopies of those undesirable clouds, vanquishing them. His steel-reflecting light, brought a blindness causing the Raen to misfire, his last shot in the chamber, the Seeker predicting this response, taking advantage of his discombobulated state, gave a devastating cross-slash against the Raen’s bare-chest, secondary dual-strike following-through with momentum to strike his gun-slinging wrist, forcing a disarming in one flawless-swoop.

♫Undefeatable♫ - Reference - Last Chapter

[doodlesdreaming]

You ever play a game called The Path? If not there's playthroughs galore on YouTube from back in during it's hayday. Warning, there is plenty of dark subject matter implied in the narrative. Sure it's mainly about growing up as the devs once stated, but things still get real dark at times. Music is also the second most scary thing about the game as soothing as the main theme can be(when you're in game and not looking up the ost proper).

I ask as it pertains to the legit ask. If Death ever came across the girls from the game, what might he do? Or in a less crossover sense, if he were to play the game how would he feel do you think?

[No art this time around, as I'm currently focused on getting doodles down for Valentine's Day/Strife's Birthday.]

Content Warning ⚠️

This Post contains soft spoilers for "The Path", and lightly discusses some heavy material. Scroll away, if such things make you uncomfortable or easily anxious. Self care is important.

In the eyes of Death, humans die twice in their life time. Not just their life spans, but also their innocence.

By tragedy, an accident, or reality giving its cruel wake up call, the death of innocence is just as painful.

These sisters, as Death observed, are no exception. Innocence lost in various points of there lives;

A serious injury.

A near-death experience.

The pains of womanhood.

A life long disability.

A dangerous desire.

And finally, the lost of one's self for the sake of others.

A necessary thing, Death knew. For ignorance can be bliss for only so long. Sooner or later, the cold world of reality must be known. Or they would never survive, or learn how to take care of themselves. It is cruel, unkind, and unfair. But such is life and death in itself. There must be balance after all...

But it doesn't make it any easier. For if it isn't properly treated, if innocence isn't laid to rest peacefully, the human soul may as well be dead.

In each of them, Death saw the same young soul. A spirited, cheerful, caring girl, who wanted no fear, but to live in peace and security. Try as she might, as hard as she could fight, the world tore her apart, piece by piece. As pure white slowly became stained with red. Like blood on the snow.

When the dam of suppressed emotions finally broke, like a heavy rainstorm, life grieved for the death of innocence. But there was no soul to collect, nothing he can end by blade of scythe. All he can do is comfort, til the sunlight returned.

There was nothing to say, but one simple truth;

"I'm sorry. But it's time....it's time to let go."