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The Leas, Folkestone - along with progress shots. 30 November 2022. (10 x 12 ins). So pleased to meet @black.orchid1104 who posted some great on site photos. #folkestone #theleas #oilpainting #painting #pleinairpainting #pleinair #impressionism #shadows #kent (at The View & The Bar Below) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClrMZYmoYqe/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[harmonie-writes]

Endless Sol pt. 1

Poly dragon!Ateez x fem! reader

Warnings: mentions or nudity, language, mentions of death, potential violence.

AN: italics are telepathic bonds and thoughts. This takes place when the boys and YN are around the age of 13/14. Wyrm is a type of legless and wingless dragon.

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Previously on Endless Sol:

"Well then," Izar announces right before shifting, "Let's head home."

Five dragons take off from Thelea heading West towards the Mountains of Altair, and perched on the back of the Izar, is Seonghwa holding the small bird made of sol.

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To say that the Dragonborn people of Altair had any inkling of how to raise a young phoenix would be an understatement. They had no clue it would be worse than raising their own hatchlings.

Sure, both young ones stayed in the shifted form for a couple of months and had issues controlling their fire, but at least the baby dragons only had small hiccups of fire ever leave their snouts. They had no idea that reborn phoenix hatchlings have a tendency to light themselves on fire. And for the record, no, no one was hurt since fire isn't so much of an issue to the Dragonborn people of Altair, but many of their houses and huts have had some remodels done in the last few months.

They were also quick to learn that their warming stones weren't enough, and you would periodically begin to freeze unless you were brought back to Thelea for a week's time every month for six months.

During those six months, the four young dragons that found you would always travel with you when you had to go back to Thelea. Izar and Amia had a sneaking suspicion of the boys' attachment to you, but remained silent on the issue and let them grow their relationship with you slowly, even if you couldn't speak in common yet.

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It was the morning of the seventh month and you were waking up on the last day of your visit to Thelea. It's in the midst of stretching your arms and legs that you freeze in your spot. Bringing a hand to rest in front of your face you wiggle your fingers, and a small furrow appears in your brow.

This is my third rebirth, you think to yourself as you sit up to take in your surroundings. You're laying by one of the lava pools just passed the foot bridge south of town. The second thing you note are the four scaley beasts that have created some sort of make shift perimeter around you and the pool. The third and last thing you note is your lack of clothes.

A harsh huff of air leaves your nose as you try to figure out how to cover yourself. Deciding that the best way to go about finding coverage would be to sneak past the snoring reptiles that double as your guards.

Shakily, you start rising to your feet, much like a newborn deer, and you can't help the way your lips pull into a sneer. Oh, how embarrassing it is to have to relearn the basics of being in your human body again.

The sound of a tail dragging across gravel has you freezing in your place. Legs shaking and arms covering your upper body do you carefully look in the direction and notice a single, large yellow eye with thin slits staring at you.

You can almost see the scaled brows furrow on the gold dragon's head before a look of realization dawns on him, pupils returning to normal.

Stretching almost cat-like, the gold dragon pads over to you carefully before leaning down to sniff the top of your head, as if to confirm his suspicions.

In the next moment, a tall boy with wheat colored hair is standing in front of you with his shirt extended out to you. You're not entirely sure of what enchantment they have on their clothes but you're positive he was wearing that when you left Altair, and now it's in his extended hand without even being removed.

Shakily you take the shirt from him and slide it over your head. It's long enough to reach about mid thigh and you feel a little bit better now that you're covered but you still give it a small tug hoping it would cover more.

When you look up at him you can see a smile stretching across his features and you can't help the one that graces yours.

Clearing your throat you finally speak, "Yunho?"

If his smile wasn't bright before then it's shining now, even if your voice is a little rough from disuse.

"Hello there, little Sol," he greets, pulling you in for a hug.

Your body sags in relief as some of the pressure of standing is taken off your legs, and you enjoy the warmth that radiates off Yunho. It only takes a small moment of realization before you pull your head back slightly to look up at him.

"My name is YN."

Yunho repeats your name and you can't help the warm feeling that overtakes you, and you wish he'd say it again.

Although the moment is short lived as the ice wyvern closest to the lava pool blinks slowly at the two of you, before huffing out steam from his snout. It's not long before you feel a wave of cold hit you and you are greeted by another boy with snow white hair.

"Well, if it isn't our resident fire starter," Yeosang grumbles, voice still thick with sleep but you can hear the smile in his voice.

"Oh, shut it, you wyrm," you can't help but stick your tongue out at him.

Yeosang gives your hand a small squeeze, which you return, and goes to wake up the two eldest dragons.

You peek over Yunho's shoulder and see the crimson dragon swats lightly at Yeosang and the black dragon tucks his head beneath one of his wings.

You can't help the laugh that slips past your lips and it causes both dragons to snap their heads up in your direction, pupils dilating as they rest on your form.

It happens so quickly. The remaining two dragons are stumbling to you mid shift and you're being scooped out of Yunho’s arms and into two different pairs.

"So, this is what our little sunspot looks like," Hongjoong hummed, finally stepping back to let you breathe.

Seonghwa is slow to remove himself from you, the same way he was when he first carried you out of the burnt hut.

"So," you rock on your heels slightly, "Do you guys have any questions for me? Since I know pretty much everything about you guys."

The boys share a look before looking back at you, and notice you're making yourself comfortable on a rock. Shrugging they follow suit before they bombard you with questions.

"So, how old are you?" Hongjoong asks, one hand propping up his chin with his elbow on his knee.

You tilt your head back as you watch the sun bleed into the purple night sky. Finally, with a hum you direct your focus back to the fiery dragon in front of you.

"I'm fourteen, but I've been reborn three times already."

"Reborn? But wouldn't that make you a hatchling?" Seonghwa asks, leaning forward.

You give a small shake of your head, "It doesn't quite work like that. Our human body continues aging, and the phoenix part of us is what gets reborn. The downside of the phoenix being reborn is the drawbacks it has on our human body from the lack of use since we have to remain in our phoenix body for six months."

You swear you hear Yunho mumble something under his breath about it being "weird", but ignore it.

The next question surprises you a little.

"So, you said this is your third rebirth. Do you remember things before the rebirth?" Yeosang asks, leaning on his hands that are behind him.

"All of it." Your answer is simple and immediate. It was enough to state you didn't like talking about the rebirth process. Why would you? Knowing how you died, you'd much rather leave it in the past.

The four in front of you share another look. Assuming this wasn't a topic you'd like to continue.

"Okay, then how about this. Every month we came back here. Why?" Yunho asks.

"Besides not freezing to death, you're looking at the birthplace of the phoenix," you tell them, gesturing to the pool of lava sitting off to your right.

"Do you need to come back here now that you're able to shift?" Hongjoong questions, his mind wondering whether or not the trips here would be frequent.

"No, I won't have to visit as often anymore. It's more so to help our phoenix speed up the healing process.

Hongjoong nods at your answer. I mean heck, the dragons have something similar back in Altair.

You look up to the sky again and notice that the sky is becoming lighter.

"Well, I think," you stand up and brush the lingering pieces of gravel off your skin, "it's time to go home."

Without waiting for their reply, you begin the process of shifting. It starts as a warm feeling in your chest before it rapidly expands outwards, creating a blinding glow. Now standing where you stood is a bird of fire, probably around the size of Deimos' condor. Compared to other mythical creatures, you are pretty large in size with a wingspan of ten feet, but when you compare your size to a dragon you are still pretty small.

You watch as the boys shift once again, not that it isn't something you haven't witnessed before but it is still something to behold when a dragon the size of a home in Altair now stands before you.

Extending your wings out, you can't help but relish in the way your wings pull as they stretch. It's been so long since you could actually fly on your own that you can't stop yourself from doing some test flaps in excitement.

To the boys who hadn't shifted yet, they relished in the warmth that you gave off. Even though your body had burst into flames with your transition and your heat still lingered on the boys' scales. The flames that you erupted into should've felt almost painful, but it was warm and inviting, much like the hearth in their home.

With a cry that sounds much like a hawk, you take off into the sky leaving a trail of embers in your wake.

You can hear the strong wings of the boys as they push off the ground. It doesn't take much for them to close the distance to get to where you are, and you let out a content trill as you lead the way back to the snowy mountain of Altair.

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[allieland]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒.

elysia , the eldest , reality warper : future queen of nova.

orion, the second born, darkness summoner : sovereign of xandar.

araxie, the second daughter, air master : queen of thelea.

amanite, the fourth child, mage : empress of athora.

daemon & draxia, the twins, technology manipulators : ministers of cethea.

aeryan, the youngest son, bringer of cosmic disaster : president of disoria.

circe, the youngest daughter, human senses : warrior of sakkar | the 500 year banishment.

[romanoffstarkovs]

Cressida Stonewater

Cressida Stonewater was born into a life of privilege as the eldest daughter of the Duke of the peaceful planet Thelea. Raised with a sense of duty and responsibility, she was groomed to take over her father's seat and lead her people into a prosperous future. Despite the weight of her position, Cressida was a caring and devoted mother to her two sons, Caelan and Dorian, who were 17 and 14 years old respectively. She was now expecting her third child, a blessing that brought her much joy and anticipation.

During a diplomatic meeting, Cressida's path crossed with the legendary Jedi Knight, Obi-Wan Kenobi. There was an undeniable connection between them, and something stirred within her at the sight of this wise and noble Jedi. As they frequently met during the course of diplomatic affairs, their initial professional relationship began to blossom into something more - a forbidden romance that neither of them could deny.

The charm and wisdom of Obi-Wan captivated Cressida, and she found herself drawn to him in ways she had never experienced before. Their stolen moments together were filled with laughter, meaningful conversations, and an unspoken understanding that defied the boundaries of their respective roles.

However, as their love grew, Cressida's life was thrown into turmoil when she returned to Thelea only to discover that her home planet was under attack from an unknown enemy. With the threat of war looming, she felt a deep sense of responsibility to protect her people and ensure the safety of her family.

In this moment of crisis, Cressida turned to the one person she knew could help - Obi-Wan Kenobi. Together, they began to investigate the source of the attack, quickly realizing that it was part of a larger plot to destabilize the entire sector. As they delved deeper into the mystery, they uncovered a sinister conspiracy aimed at sowing chaos and discord.

As Cressida and Obi-Wan worked side by side to thwart the enemy's plans, their bond grew stronger. They found solace in each other's presence amidst the chaos, drawing strength from their love and commitment to protect the ones they cared about. Their love story unfolded amidst danger and uncertainty, but they were determined to face the challenges together.

With the help of Obi-Wan's Jedi skills and Cressida's knowledge of her planet, they thwarted the enemy's nefarious schemes, preventing further destruction and loss of life. Their victory came at a cost, as they had to make difficult decisions and face perilous situations. Throughout it all, their love and support for one another remained unwavering.

In the aftermath of the battle, Cressida and Obi-Wan returned to their respective roles, but their hearts remained connected. Despite the challenges that lay ahead and the potential risks of their forbidden romance, they were determined to cherish the love they had found in each other's arms.

As they continued their journeys, Cressida and Obi-Wan held onto the memories of their time together, finding strength in the knowledge that no matter where they were, their love would endure, guiding them through the darkness and reminding them of the light they had discovered amidst the chaos.

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Autumn Rain — yaskhan

Autumn Rain — yaskhan

pearl-like rainglosses the vista slip-sliding gleaming plops borne by handmaidens of wind gushing into brooksspilling theleas, meads, and meadows bubbling bright crystal finetinkling, cruising the zephyrspate of rhythmic rush a pouring from a sky so vast flimsy clouds come down fast dribbling, drenching, drip dropping gossamer droplets tap. # shadorma Autumn Rain — yaskhan

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‘Shore Rooftops’ 2019 Linocut & digital print 1/1. . This series of one off lino and woodcuts are inspired by ’The Shore’ apartments on Westcliff seafront and its surroundings. Living in close proximity to the building I am constantly engaged in the shapes it creates against an ever-changing sky, as both the new and old architecture are juxtaposed. . . . . #westcliff #lino #linocut #digitallinocut #geometry #brutalism #printmakersofinstagram #architecturaldetail #contemporaryart #process #contemporaryprocess #contemporaryprintmakers #constructivismo #victoriasills #theshore #westcliffonsea #theleas #rooftops #drawingbuildings #modernarchitect #modernshapes (at Westcliff-on-sea Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/By7mfEhleDE/?igshid=pum2iyvwb1v7

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[harmonie-writes]

Endless Sol Teaser

Poly dragon!Ateez x fem! reader

Warnings: typical things that happen in raids (burning, potential death/depictions of death, abductions, forced enslavement), language, violence, blood.

AN: italics are telepathic bonds, thoughts

If you enjoy my work, please consider reblogging as tumblr is based on reblogs and not likes. (The likes are appreciated, though).

Word count: ~1.5k

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There's a place called Eris, where magic runs deep in the lands. A place where creatures of high nobility live, like elves and humans, even warlocks and faeries. Up in the mountain and deep in the caves, some dwarves dwell, that mine and smelt gold. There are even monstrous species, such as dragons and behemoths. Yet some species are slowly going extinct, like the phoenix.

Eris is a world of myth and magic, it was also once a place of peace and prosperity. Unfortunately, the plague of greed waged war for the land, and some species sought out those who could be bent to their will for their gain.

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The human king, King Ainar, of Deimos, sought a cure for his ailing wife. His court physicians couldn't figure out what was wrong. No treatment seemed to work. Every remedy they tried failed. So, he sought out warlocks, witches, and the fae folk. The results were the same. No potion, tonic, or balm seemed to ease the illness that befell the Queen of Deimos. Over a year, many had failed to cure the queen, and she remained husk-like in her bed.

And then, there was one last chance the King had, a rumor at most, but it was a small grain of hope for him. There is an island called Thelea, home to the phoenix, which is a land made purely of volcanic rock and ash, except when spring arrives then there is life on the island.

King Ainar took the only lead he had and readied a fleet to storm Thelea. But why search for the phoenix? There was a myth that the bird of flames could cure or heal any ailment with a single drop of their golden blood.

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Rowboats scratched against the gravel of the shore of Thelea in the dark of night. The knights that King Ainar had sent out have finally reached the land of fire, and secured as many of the phoenixes as they could.

The sound of iron boots and chain mail could be heard as the knights began the raid.

Homes were set aflame and the air turned rancid with smoke, all in attempts to flush out some of the phoenixes from their homes and out into the open. It wasn't long before startled screams and shouts filled the air, and the sound of iron nets being cast as they clinked against each other.

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Small soot-stained hands clawed at the floorboard under them trying desperately to escape the support beam that fell from the rafters of her family home. Every gasp and cough that left her as she struggled left her lungs burnings. Her eyes stung from the smoke and she could only see orange and yellow flames behind her bleary eyes.

It was only a matter of time now. She knew these were probably her final moments. She could hear her parents' screams get farther and farther away.

Feeling the last of the strength leave her body, she feels heat ignite from inside her chest. It's instantaneous, the rapidly growing fire consumes the small feathered girl and leaves a pile of ash in its wake.

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A small thunder of dragons flies overhead, getting ready to head back to their home in the Mountains of Altair when they notice the smoking ruins of Thelea.

"Look over there," a silver female wyvern pointed out, craning her neck in the direction of the smoke plumes.

The large black dragon at the head of the group angled his wings to land in the ruins of Thelea, the rest of the group following his lead in the descent.

The black dragon touches down first closely followed by the silver female. It's not too long after that four small hatchlings stumble upon their landings.

Among the hatchlings, there is a crimson scaled dragon, it's dark scales shimmering brightly like the lava pools in Thelea. A dragon with scales as black as the night sky and eyes that compare to the emeralds that the dwarves of Erbor mine. The third hatchling to touch down is a dragon with gold scales like the large wheat fields that cover most of Diemos. The last one to land is the youngest, a snow white wyvern, who stumbles the most out of the hatchlings since he only has two legs.

The unmistakable sounds of bones compacting and joints popping reach the ears of the thunder, and before them stands a motherly woman with silvery hair in a long braid, and a plain pleated dress.

"Amia, what are you doing?" The black dragon's voice vertebrates inside her head. It's almost loud enough that it feels like his words are bouncing off her skull.

"Looking for survivors. This isn't natural," she insists and begins to make her way to the center of town.

More popping can be heard and a mop of straw colored hair is bounding after the woman.

"Yunho!" The dragon calls, but gets ignored by the hatchling and soon the other three are following his lead.

Shaking his head the elder follows suit, quick to hurry after his wife and the four hatchlings who were supposed to be doing flight training.

Amia picks up the dress of skirt as she picks her way through the deserted town. Distress evident on her face as she walks up to one of the charred remains of a home and spots a small doll laying in a puddle, covered in soot.

The male, known as Izar, walks up to his wife, eyes scanning everything. Hoping for a sign of life, or something that'll explain what happened.

"It doesn't look like any of them are here," Izar states, placing what he hopes is a comforting hand on his wife's shoulder.

The four hatchlings have wandered over to the other side of the town square. A weird tug pulling at each of them in the direction of a house with a collapsed roof.

Seonghwa nudges Hongjoong's ribs and they share a look with each other before slowly stepping into the threshold of the house. Calculating eyes searching, but they aren't quite sure what they're looking for.

Yeosang stands on his tippy toes to look over Hongjoong’s shoulder and points at a pile of ash on the floor.

"What's that?" He asks, carefully stepping out from behind his elder.

He receives a shrug and the four of them begin to make their way to the center of the room and together the four lift the center beam.

Yunho bends down, about to touch the pile when they all hear their names being called by Izar and Amia.

"Time to go," Seonghwa mumbles, picking his way back to what would be the front door.

As the four of them begin to turn away from the strange pile of ash, they feel heat warm their backs. The heat isn't harsh, but it's warm and inviting and it makes them freeze in their place and turn around. Stunned they watch as the ashes reignite before their eyes, and in the orange glow of the fire a shape starts to take place before the fire dies out. Eyes wide and mouths agape they stare as a small bird with burgundy and gold feathers with brilliant blue eyes.

"Guys," Hongjoong looks at the other hatchlings.

Swallowing thickly, Seonghwa carefully picks up the phoenix and cradles it between his palms.

"So, what now?" He asks, turning around.

"I guess, we bring it to Amia," Hongjoong answers, leading the way back to the center of town.

The four boys hurry to find their caretakers and call out to them.

It doesn't take long for them to notice the new phoenix in Seonghwa's hands, and Amia is hurrying over to see the young one.

"Oh, Mother," Amia whispers, her hand covering her mouth.

Izar takes another look around the place before letting out a heavy sigh, "I guess we will take this one home with us. Seonghwa, will you be alright holding onto them while we fly home?"

Seonghwa nods his head, his arms holding the bird a little bit more firmly without crushing it.

"Well then," Izar announces right before shifting, "Let's head home."

Five dragons take off from Thelea heading West towards the Mountains of Altair, and perched on the back of the Izar, is Seonghwa holding the small bird made of sol.

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