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inspiredrawaw · 5 months

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The Eclipse team!

Myrvin McGrove a star mage apprentice and next in line for fox protector of the local forest.

Jaxie Richard a knight in training who also works really hard to have a social life

Lemon “Lemy” Blixt a lemon orchard farmer who is very tired and is the life that gives you lemons

Charlotte Richard, a sneaky rogue of the land and also Jaxie’s sister!!! Family dinners are a bit tense

And now things I’ve changed for the design and whyyyyyy and how it fits in the storrryyyyyyyyyyyyy

First off! I had no desire to draw these characters for a while which told me that I needed to change some things to make them exciting to draw again.

Now originally this story was set in a modern world and the characters were placed into a fantasy world. I apparently don’t like modern settings for my stories so full on fantasy we go! I’m also a SUCKER for fantasy give me full control of the world to sandbox in

Because of this some designs were changed.

I changed Myrvins deer mask to fox because I feel like it’s a better insight into this guys character and there is a fox constellation! I also already have a deer character in my other story Opal Reapers and I didn’t want repeats

And due to my experiences with (hopefully temporary) vision loss I wanted to change a bit on how Myrvins vision loss worked. Such as having a short white ID cane that’s great to help with depth perception and having his mask cover 1 eye to make things easier for him. I did change his scar to be more star shape and his cape to look like that of a fox!

Now Jaxie, jaxie has been the one name from when these guys were septic ego OCs that kept the name so I also switched it and put an x in there. X marks the spot for Myrvins affection apparently and also probleeeemmmsss. He needs a break! 👏👏👏 went for more knight armor but kept some elements from his previous design such as ginger hair and his double lit candle tattoo. And the red hoodie that is his STAPLE

LEMY!!!!!! I love Lemy. So I never shared this character but they were suppose to be a guide for Myrvin in the original fantasy world. But now they don’t need that and I still wanted a reference to the original title dealing with orchard. But we already got our red character so yellow it was! Our sour lemon lantern orchard farmer. I designed her hat to look like a straw hat but still be part of her head design I am so happy with it. Also gives scarecrow vibes

AND CHARLOTTE!!!!!!!!! GOD SHES FINALLY BEEN GIVEN TRAITS DEAR STARS. So originally went from being Jaxies brother, to goth sister named Charlie, to now Charlotte problem was that I didn’t know what role she played in the story. She’s a lesbian mess with a knife I love her. She’s a rose both pretty and will slice ya. Big dramatic anime villain vibes for someone who is not a villain. Both Charlotte and Jaxie are trans because I think it’s funny to think that they were told to share as kids and shared everything including their gender and never asked for it back.

The story is still gonna revolve around the Solar and lunar Eclipses drama and poor communication skills and take up Myrvin and Jaxie as there champions as celestial entities DO. Which I shall design….. eventually

ANYWAY if you made it down here thanks for reading let me know what you think.

#please click on the image for high quality #I LOVE CHARACTER DESIGN #art #my art #artist on tumblr #character design #Starry Orchard #Myrvin #jaxie #Lemy #Charlotte #oc

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starredfishing · 9 months

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hi d20 fans i bought a dropout sub specifically for mentopolis but im watching neverafter rn and i get it now. i fucking get it.

#starry.txt #zac oyama playing a little black cat named pib is making me ouuuu #bc i used to work at an orchard that had a little black cat #whos name was pip...and i called him pippin #so im like pibbinnnnn [pleading face]#this campaign is fucking NARSTY. im watching fey&flowers next #live starry reaction

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still-a-morosexual-help · 6 months

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Trembling like a little wet idiot again because BECAUSE

Eve was tempted to take a bite from the apple. The Original Sin! It separated her and Adam from God. They were banished from Eden, they had to leave God's Safe Garden, and, for better or for worse, had to venture out into the broader outside world

Diavolo planted a fucking apple orchard for Lucifer while Lucifer was still an angel, just because Lucifer offhandedly mentioned liking apples. It was a gesture that was probably one of the stepping stones towards their budding friendship and towards Lucifer questioning the celestial realm and his father, towards Lucifer's growing anger. One of the many* contributing factors towards Lucifer starting a war against the Celestial Realm that would eventually get him and his brothers banished, that would force them to leave their Father's Safe Realm, and, for better or for worse, venture out into the broader outside world. That would cast them into officially becoming Sins.

And Nightbringer has so much apple symbolism relating to Lucifer, that it's on the fucking title screen itself** and up until the present moment Lucifer's favourite food is Poison Apples (it's not even on the nose anymore, it's just straight up a punch to the face)

Diavolo may not have meant for it to be as such, Diavolo 100% only did it because he was starry eyed over Lucifer from day 1, but at the end of the day a Temptation is a Temptation and he held out the Apple and Lucifer took a bite

*the main reason was obviously Lilith, which y'know you could kinda lowkey parallel with some of the stories about og! Lilith's part in the whole apple/eden thing

**and it's explicitly stated that the type of apples Diavolo grows are a deep, vibrant red as opposed to Celestial Realm apples which are all gold & shining:

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iseos · 8 months

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: ECHOS

wc. 450 archive. pairing. park sunghoon x fm!r synopsis. haunting memories of past love genre. angst now playing. picking berries by lolo zouaï

part two. lost and found

IN THE HEART OF A SMALL, TRANQUIL TOWN nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, two souls tried to mend their broken hearts. y/n and sunghoon had been deeply in love, sharing whispers under the starry night sky and laughter during sunny picnics by the river.

but like all things beautiful, their love has withered, and they found themselves in the aftermath of a painful breakup.

the breakup had left y/n shattered, her heart aching with each passing day. she couldn't escape the memory of sunghoon, the way he used to smile, the way he used to look into her eyes. everywhere she went, she saw glimpses of him in strangers' faces, in the echos of his laughter carried by the wind.

one sunny morning, y/n decided to go berry picking at a local orchard. it was a place they had frequented during their happier days; a spot where love blossomed like the fruits on the vines. as she walked among the rows of berry bushes, the sweet aroma of ripe strawberries filled the air.

y/n continued picking strawberries, but each berry she collected bore the visage of her lost love. the red color of the fruit reminding her of the blush that would fill his cheeks whenever he was flustered.

she sighed and closed her eyes, trying to focus on the task at hand. when she opened them again, she saw sunghoon's face on the old man tending to the berry bushes nearby. his grizzled bear and twinkling eyes were transformed into the familiar features of her past love.

panic began to creep over y/n. was she losing her mind? she had to get out of there. she hurriedly gathered her basket and left the orchard, tears streaming down her face.

she couldn't bear to be surrounded by the constant reminder of sunghoon, even if they were just figments of her imagination.

meanwhile, on the other side of town, sunghoon was struggling as well.

he had decided to take a walk in the park, hoping the fresh air would help clear his mind. but as he strolled along the winding paths, he couldn't escape the haunting presence of y/n.

every woman he passed seemed to morph into y/n; their hair taking on her signature shade, their voices carrying traces of her laughter. the world around him blurred, and he could only see the shadow of the woman he had lost.

sunghoon sat down on a bench, his head in his hands, trying to make sense of the turmoil in his heart. he missed y/n so much it hurt, and he couldn't help but replay their memories over and over in his mind.

“and if you believe you’ll see me again, pinch your skin cause you’re dreaming”

#iseos writing ࿐ྂ #enhablr #enhypen #sunghoon #park sunghoon #enhypen imagines #enhypen drabbles #enhypen oneshots #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #enhypen x reader #enhypen x female reader #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon drabbles #sunghoon oneshots #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon angst #sunghoon x y/n #sunghoon x reader

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panyvivienda · 1 year

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¹ Just for the night

summary: looking for a safe place to spend the night, joel and ellie come across a girl singing a david bowie song at the top of her lungs while picking carrots.

a/n: sorry if there are any mistakes, english it's not my first language. part 2??or not??maybe?? feel like it could have been better 😪

Fatigue ran through every bone in their bodies, making it increasingly difficult to stand upright. Joel seemed to hide it better than Ellie, who every two minutes stopped in her place and said to him that she could not longer feel her legs.

"Just a couple more steps, I promise" he replied, knowing that they still had a long way to go. A few hours earlier they had encountered some hunters. Fortunately for them, they didn't seem to have noticed their presences.

"Well, that doesn't sound so convincing you know" she complained, throwing her head back with a grunt, gaining a sigh from him- You are being way to skeptical Joel, we are gonna be fine- she said looking at him this time, waiting for a "You're so right Ellie, how didn't I listened to you before, let's get some sleep" to fly of his mouth. Not a very Joel thing to say, but something among those words.

"You can ever be to sure" he shortly responded. Ellie opted to say no more, dragging her feet reluctantly behind him, following the road and occasionally glancing at the woods to her right. The moon being the only source of light in the cold starry night. Clearly they were not going to stop until he believed it was a safe place to settle.

The silence did not last long. From the woods they began to hear shouting, which at first scared them. It was someone singing. Joel told Ellie to stay close to him, slowly moving deeper into the woods. They were a little curious as to who was singing at this time of night like crazy. Maybe it was someone deranged who had completely lost their mind. They didn't know, but they did know that they would have to take care of it if they wanted to sleep peacefully and not with one eye open in case this person ended up finding them in the middle of the night.

The surprise they got when they found the person in charge, a girl picking carrots from an orchard, was a rare surprise. They shared an incredulous look, their eyes unable to believe what they were seeing. The girl went on about her business without noticing the two pairs of expectant eyes, singing with an immeasurable passion and stopping to complain about a carrot that didn't want to come out.

"She seems harmeless Joel, look at her" she told him pointing at her with her finger.

"Looks like she has a screw loose to me. Come on".

"That's such an old man thing to say".

Ignoring what he had said earlier, Ellie raised her arms and shouted "Hey you, girl with the weird beanie! Do you think you could give us a hand for tonight?". Flinching at the suddent voice, Amanda raised her head cursing at herself for being so careless. She slowly stand up with two carrots in each of her hands, shaking her head. "No!" she yelled with nervousness, making Ellie frown.

"Come on men, we are tired! Do you have any idea of how much we have been walk- "

"Okay, that's enough" grabbing her by her arm, Joel yanked her to the woods, having to stop due to the girl resisting "She doesn't want to help us Ellie, she doesn't have too either".

"Kinda has to now" she contradicted him "She was the one singing loudly that brought us here, besides look at that big ass house she got there! You're gonna tell me she ain't got space for us two?" she said the last thing more directed to Amanda "It's pretty late we just want to sleep, we ain't bad guys".

Amanda couldn't help but feel slightly guilty. The man wasn't wrong, she didn't have to help them, but because of her not keeping her stupid mouth shout she end up putting herself in this situation, so now she had to deal with it. What if she didn't help them and they end up dying? She couldn't do that. But what if they weren't good people? What if they killed her? Hell, she didn't fucking know them! And she really wanted to sleep with a clear conscience.

Frustration started to build up, and before Joel could even say something, she yelled "Fine! But if you two try something I... I" she failed to threaten, feeling dumb for trying to sound intimidating with a pointing carrot at their direction "Just don't try anything, I'm trying to do something nice, so don't make me regreat it" dropping the carrots to the floor, Amanda started walking to the door fence "Over here".

Ellie looked at Joel with a triumphant smile. Without much effort she had managed to persuade the yet girl of unknown name, getting them a roof over their heads for tonight . Following the girl’s instructions, they went through the fence, now facing each other.

"Hi, I'm Amanda" she presented herself, feeling uncomfortable with their eyes buried in her.

"I'm Ellie" the redhead continued, expecting the man besider her to tell his, but he seem hesitant, causing her to roll her eyes "And he's Joel. Not a very talkative guy".

"Great, Ellie, Joel, would you like to come inside and have dinner? I was about to make it but I forgot the carrots and um you know this happend" she explained while moving her hands.

Ellie laughed, adding to the conversation "Yeah we know, what was it that you were singing?" at the question, Amanda couldn't help but feel quite embarrassed, they just had to be there at that precise moment? She was going to answer her, but Joel beat her to it.

"Space Oddity by David Bowie".

"Exactly".

"And that was?"

"Are you for real? He was a fucking icon! The best of the best! At least that's what my dad used to tell me all the time" as they spoke, they began to walk, heading to Amanda's house, the older one following them from behind. Joel's eyes darted everywhere, fearing that someone would jump out and attack them, although Amanda seemed nice, or maybe she was good at pretending "He didn't follow what at the time society expected from people, he challenged everything and cared little about what others may say. Everything he touched, he turned it into art. My dad got to see him performance, and he told me that his mere presence on stage was simply indescribable" Ellie listened attentively to every word that came out of her mouth, finding what she said interesting and wanting to learn more. She decided to not make questions about her dad. She imagined what she could say to her if she were to ask.

"That must have been fucking awesome! I wish I had the opportunity to hear artists performance in live" Ellie exclaimed content, turning to her left "Ever went to a concert Joel?".

"That was more of a Tommy thing to do" said sincerely, waiting for Amanda to open the door "Is there more people with you?"

"I've been on my own for a while now".

"Oh" that's all Ellie said to her, feeling stupid afterwards. Amanda gave her a small grin.

Before they entered, Amanda asked them kindly if they could take off their shoes "I got a serious problem with keeping things clean, sorry" she apologized, moving to a side to turn the lights, surprising the other two.

"You have electricity? How is that possible?" Amanda smiled at Joel’s questions.

"A little further back from home there’s plenty of wind towers. It's a pretty unpopulated place because of that, it has always been" she replied, crossing her arms behind her back, swinging back and forth.

"And how do you keep it working?" asked Ellie this time.

"I got not idea, it just does. My dad was the one in charge of that. Never explained it further because he said I didn't need to understand. In some point it's gonna stop working, I guess" she said, getting lost in thought, which didn’t go unnoticed by Joel "Anyways, I have to finish cooking dinner, meanwhile you guys could take a shower" seeming to have realized the double connotation of her sentence, she quickly said "Not because I think you guys smell, it's just because, I mean.. there's hot water!"

Ellie failed to contain her laugh, letting some chuckles escape, while Joel couldn't hide his smile.

"We know we smell, believe me. I'm gonna shower first. I haven't showered with hot water in like, forever!" following Amanda's directions and accepting a borrowed towel and clothes, Ellie went into the bathroom, leaving her and Joel on their own.

"I do not want to overstep, but" Amanda interrumped him before he could even finish.

"He died a few months ago, I think it's been five months by now, but I'm not really sure" she knew she was relying way too much on these two, but she decided to trust her senses, that until now, with her few years of life, had never failed her" Joel felt sorry for her, and Amanda hated it "I got so lost talking about David Bowie that I totally forgot to grab the carrots, would you mind boiling the water? I already put the water in the pot. The lighter is on top of the microwave".

"Alright".

"Great, we are eating some smashed potatoes and carrots tonight ".

After doing what he was told to, Joel took the time to appreciate every detail that adorned the house.All of the furniture was made of wood, mostly with antique lamps above them. Large pinturesque paintings hung on some walls, every one of them belonging to a same style. They shared the same signature "Fiona Wesley". There were also dried flowers upside down on some of the tiles in the kitchen, but what caught his total attention were the pictures on the fridge. He couldn't help but let thoughts of Sarah flood on his mind.

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"God, it's been so long since I've had a proper meal" commented Ellie, happy with Amanda's cooking "You are so good. You don't know what it's like to have to eat Joel's cooking, he burns everything!" Joel gave her a dirty look, feeling offended.

"Thank you very much, it's not a such a big deal honestly".

"She's right, it's pretty good".

"Well... thanks" not used to receiving compliments, Amanda did what she does best, change the subject. "So...if you don't mind me asking, where were you heading to?."

Ellie looked at Joel to see if it was okay to be honest with her. He nodded.

"We are looking for Joel's brother, Tommy. We think he's in Wyoming."

"Shit, that's a long way from here, more if it's by foot. You're going to need plenty of food and coats, I should give you some."

"You helped us enough, it's not necessary" Joel denied, feeling that he was abusing her kindness.

"Don't worry Joel, it doesn't bother me. It would actually make me feel better if you took something for the trip. It's hard to get food with the weather like this, you rarely spot animals to hunt. It would be nice if you carried a couple of rations. Take it as what you guys owe me for letting you spend the night here"- she told him smiling, hoping he wouldn't deny her offer. "So, don't you want me to make up your beds? For what you guys have told me, you got a long way from here to Wyoming".

"Alright, but then let us raise the table in the meantime" Joel offered in vain, since Amanda wouldn't let them do anything.

"I will do it later, not big deal. Come with me guys, I'll show you your room" Joel and Ellie shared a glance, and then followed in the footsteps of the black haired girl.

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"It was released on 11 of july in of 1969, five days before Apollo 11 set off to compleat his mission and land the first man on the moon, isn't that cool?".

"That's actually so fucking cool. Where did you learn that from?".

Once they got to the guest room, Amanda and Ellie couldn't seem to stop bringing up topics. They got along well, being able to talk easily with each other. Joel was already lying down, finding it harder and harder to keep his eyes open. He listened carefully to what the girls were saying. He didn't want to interrupt them, no matter how sleepy he was. Both Ellie and Amanda needed it. Especially the last one, who looked like she hadn't spoken to someone in a long time. Tomorrow they would be going their separate ways, so he thought that he should at least let them enjoy each other's presence while they could.

"I read a book called 'Artists you should know before you die'. I found it in the shelf over Joel's head, it's the one over there" she pointed, moving closer to Ellie, making her nervous "It has some interesting facts, this one was there".

"Do you know who Sally Ride is?" Ellie couldn't resist but asker her, wanting to talk about her. Sally ride was one of her biggest idols, and the idea that maybe Amanda and her shared the same admiration towards her, was exciting for her.

"Hello? How could I not? She was the first American female austronaut to go into space!".

"Finally somebody that knows what I'm talking ab-" snoring echoed off the four walls of the room, loud snoring. The girls laughed, turning to look.

"Well, it looks like we talked too much and bored Joel" whispered Amanda, slowly getting up. It felt good to have someone her own age to talk to. Ellie felt the same way, disappointed that she had to leave by the morning. She wished she could stay for a few more days with her and get to know her even better, but she had to make it to the fireflies if she didn't want all the losses to be in vain.

"Yes, we bored him quite a bit" she answered quietly, looking at his sleeping figure "He has been sleeping less than he should, he refuses to let his guard down."

"I understand" looking up from her feet, the black haired girl said with a sigh "You should rest too".

"Yeah I probably should".

"Goodnight Ellie."

"Goodnight."

#elliewilliamsxreader #joel miller x reader #thelastofusxreader #the last of us x oc #tlou x reader #ellie williams fluff #joel miller fluff

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starry-hughes · 4 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/starry-hughes/740066993487691776/i-have-ideas-of-how-trevor-would-propose-to

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okay okay so i have a few ideas but idk if i like them!

in the parking lot they first met in (but parking lot would be kinda ugly for pictures), on the beach where they had their first date (i honestly hate beach proposals), on a hike with dog, in like a garden/field or tree orchard (i was gonna say butterfly garden but im scared of butterfly gardens), filling the living room with candles and doing it (but then i thought do we trust trevor with that many flammable things and i couldn’t remember if i did this same idea for another au)

#charlie and trevor

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pansyfemme · 11 months

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you were a little girl

with starry eyes

now you’re a sad young man

and no one knows why

#aughhhhh #the violins and the frog croaks i feel like im in a swamp #songposting #Spotify

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detectivelokis · 1 year

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BARBIE MOVIE AESTHETICS

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton @voidika and @simonxriley to fill this out for one of my girls. This was fun!

Tagging: @sstewyhosseini @poisonedtruth @baldurrs @jinfromyarikawa @captastra @marivenah @direwombat @fourlittleseedlings @confidentandgood @strangefable @poetikat @gwynbleidd @phillipsgraves @clonesupport @roofgeese @risingsh0t @jendoe @purplehairsecretlair and anyone else who wants to tag me. Big sleepy so I’m sure I’ve missed someone

BARBIE IN THE NUTCRACKER. freshly fallen snow, the sound of sleigh bells, a lengthy look at the one you love, the sound of a crackling fire, the smell of peppermint, half-eaten gingerbread cookies, bows in your hair, the strum of a harp, gold jewelry, clouds above a stormy sea, the conscious effort to believe in yourself, lace dresses, a sun dappled orchard, speaking from the heart, “you were the one i was looking for all along,” the cold winter wind, cheek kisses, bright blue eyes

BARBIE AS RAPUNZEL. golden hair, smeared paint on your fingers and clothes, marble staircases, dense forests with no path in sight, intricate braids, hedge mazes, grand parties, dazzling dresses, generational trauma, pink lipstick, the shiver of wind chimes, flowers in your hair, stepping outside your comfort zone, the tedium of chores, following your heart, love at first sight, the roar of a cascading waterfall, strong arms around your waist, dark secrets, “no more hatred”

BARBIE OF SWAN LAKE. the familiarity of your favorite constellation in the night sky, the flutter of wings, freshly baked bread, dancing alone in your room, chocolate chip cookies, a babbling brook and the stones you use to cross it, running with the wind in your hair, sparkling jewels, an enchanted forest, dusty stacks of books, sibling rivalries, moonlit walks by the lake, the innocence of true love, painful deception, laced fingers, “it’s you i love”

BARBIE AS THE PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER. spun gold, a purring cat in your lap, the sacrifices your parents made for you, the prick of a sewing needle, “what would it be like to be free?”, dark caves, starry skies above, falling in love with your best friend, crowded markets, horse drawn carriages, fresh air, a hand held out to guide you, pretending to be something you’re not, breakfast in bed, bubble baths, narrow passageways, diamond rings, cold jail cells, lengthy hugs, promises you can keep

#who knew Charlie was so Barbie coded lol #oc: charlie berger #tag games

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chroniclers-circle · 3 months

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chromium 1a

Sys.log: First Impressions

She spotted the orchard as she was resting. There was a cold biting breeze that scuffed along her neck, psychosomatic proof that she was alone and that her surroundings must be as cold as they appear through the glass of her visor, and she looked toward the horizon with her weary shoulders slumped. There was a bitterness in her heart, and she didn’t know what to do with that. It was new—perhaps the only new thing in the world.

Cold steam erupted from the mounds of glittering diamonds beyond the tangle almost-trees, curious and twisting in the faint far light of the white-green star that served as this system’s sun. Whether the distance tainted it those curious colors, or there was something about this planet’s atmosphere, she didn’t know. If she stayed long enough she’d probably discover the reason—but she rarely ever stayed long enough. She shivered and, out of misplaced curiosity or perhaps a lack of anything better to do, set off toward the cluster of curious features.

It only almost looked like an orchard, and looked less like one with every step she took closer; though between the smooth surface of the planet, and the endless starry skies above, it could never have been an orchard she’d ever seen before. What passed for trees thrust from the ground in a twisting briar-bramble of awkward limbs and uncanny boughs, gleaming with the mercury-chrome slickness native to this planet that was done better than any factory product she’d ever seen among the forge-world close to the galaxy’s core.

Along each branch fractalled nodules of fist-sized fruits, colored darker than the branches, like steel or charcoal stained glass. Upon reaching the cluster, she reached out with her off-white gloves and attempted to pluck it from the stem. The stem bent back and forth, and then tore with a crack that sounding like shrieking metal, like the Demetrius had sounded on her first, ill-fated, pilot’s drive.

The fruit squished slightly under her tightening fist. The juice stained her fingers light lilac-purple, as it burst open. She blinked. She hadn’t noticed how hard she was squeezing.

Well—that could have gone better. She’d always been told to be more gentle when dealing with new specimens. She picked another fruit from the tree, reached for the satchel at her side, and tucked the new sample inside.

Then she scanned the area around her. Time to move on, and explore more of this strange planet. She’d need to make a classification soon, and time was running out.

She clicked open her audio-visual recorder, and began a new section of her exploration. The screen crackled sharply. She was supposed to voice over her explorations. It was easy to stay silent in an environment like this.

Sys.log: Strange Trees. Possible Cryo-volcanic Activity

Right—she’d seen those mounds earlier. They’d be a fine place to continue her exploration of this cold and gleaming planet. She found herself hoping nothing would go too badly as she trudged toward the hissing hills.

That thought was enough to damn her, of course.

As she set off across the curiously smooth terrain, trying not to track her reflection’s mirror movement too closely, the ground shuddered and moaned beneath her feet, with a similar twisting and shrieking to the twisted fruit trees. In her hurry not to trip and lose her footing, she missed the singular instant that her reflection fell out of synchronity with her, the moment where—if you peered deeply into her double’s tinted vision—you might be able to see her reflection’s face, twisting and snarling with hatred. Juice still dripped from the gloves of her space-suit.

Despite the heaving ground, she was able to keep herself steady with the ease born from spending summer after summer on the oceans of and quaking shores of her homeplanet, Myril. She was just lucky that this planet didn’t have any seas to threaten destructive force after the planet’s desperate anger. The smooth flat landscape, with its scarce hills and rare gentle swells, would make it hard to run from a tidal wave, if one came. The quake was over as soon as it began, and she was left regaining her equilibrium. If that was the worst this planet had to offer, she would be fine.

After the last of the aftershocks had passed, she let her guard down too quickly—in her defense, with all the monitors on her suit reading plunging temperatures, and the ship’s sensors claiming the planet had a rocky, oozing, half-solid core, she hadn’t been expecting the icy geysers to be volcanic.

But, as it turned out, she’d landed on a planet which seemed to hate her. The mounds she’d been about to climb began to hiss and sputter more urgently than before, and bits of frost belched from the pockmarked holes in the ground. She’d thought they were some sort of strange geyser before—she’d been wrong.

The ground roared as it expelled vitriol at her.

The core of the planet was just as sluggish and frozen as her ship sensors had promised. She’d underestimated the other strange signs, the other curious energy readings, the eerie stillness of a world so static and unchanging. Something had held it in stasis, and she’d disrupted that in moments.

Icy chunks of metal spewed into the sky, and she turned and sprinted for her ship. There was no time to make it all the way to the mounds, to see what they were made of, why they sparkled in the minty starlight—she had to stay alive.

The gangplank rang underneath her feet as she sprinted for the button, hit the airlock, and began emergency takeoff procedures. She couldn’t stay here a moment longer than she already had. Not if she wanted to leave with her life.

The little chrome fruit glittered bright and tarnished silver in her bag where she slung it by the doors, shaking—and that too went unnoticed, as she guided the ship back into interplanetary orbit.

NEXT PLANET

#solo rpg #alone among the stars #session-entry #a new spiral #chromium-system

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inspiredrawaw · 7 months

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The Solar Eclipse’s Champion

#he’s reluctant but anything to save his boyfriend #star mage #Myrvin Mcgrove #starry orchard #art #my art #artist on tumblr #oc #original character #universe #stars #solar eclipse #illustration #local god uses mortal to handle relationship disputes with their god lover more at 11

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skyedancer-system · 10 months

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You awaken laying on your back, opening your eyes to a vast, faintly purple-tinted starry sky. You sit up and find yourself on a large floating island, many smaller islands with unique landscapes and features surrounding it.

Welcome to STAR SPACE.

Greetings! We are the Skyedancer System/STAR SPACE System, and welcome to our plurality side blog!

We are a mixed origin (trauma-endo) gateway system of fictional nonhumans and alterhumans (as far as we know, all of us of are fictives, fictionkin, and/or otherkin). We also have two subsystems.

We are collectively draconic, and all experience this in varying degrees. If you want to know more about our alterhuman experiences, our blog for that is @goopy-nightmares.

Collectively we use they/them and drei/drem pronouns, and say that we are aroace-spec, non-binary, and xenogender.

Our main/art blog is @skyedancer2006, if you are interested in that stuff!

Certain groups within the system also have their own blogs! @absolutesolver-system is for everyone from Murder Drones, and @areazerosystem is everyone from the Pokémon franchise!

DNI

LGBTQ+ antis. (This includes people who are anti MOGAI, neopronouns, and connected things)

Racists of any kind

Sexists

Ableists

(No)MAPs and pedo supporters

Incest supporters

Bestiality supporters

Anti Informed Self-DX

Anti Alterhuman (Otherkin, therian, fictionkin, etc)

Transid/transx/radqueer

Proshippers and their supporters/neutrals

Anti-endos

Thank you for checking out our blog!

(Drawn is Night sitting in a rough approximation of our headspace, which we have dubbed Star Space mainly to avoid confusion with OMORI HEADSPACE)

(Dividers made by @/orange-orchard-system

#plural #actually plural #plural system #system blog #blog intro #pinned post #plurality #system intro #fictive #fictive heavy system #introject heavy

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endlss-voiid · 8 days

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RUSSIAN CLASSICS AESTHETICS.

RULES: bold whatever applies to your character.

BROTHERS KARAMAZOV : orthodox monasteries , deep woods , starry nights , the sound of paper being torn , dimly lit rooms , withered roses , an unfinished letter , piles of books , the sound of shattering glass , ticking of clocks in a silent house , heavy wooden furniture , the air before a storm , the smell of earth , a crowd of people dressed in black , distant murmurs , emptied streets , the fear of walking alone in dusk.

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT: coldness of the skin against a blade , slender pale fingers & slightly shaking hands , a red stain blooming on white fabric , lonely steps in a corridor , the slow dripping of water , looking out of the window into the thickening darkness , a single dying candle on the table , listening to one’s breath & counting heartbeats , too many stairs , the desire to be invisible , a subtle memory of kind words.

THE IDIOT : classical statues , wealth covered with dust , a dark house tainted with inherited madness , an unsettling feeling , long walks in a park , useless chatter , a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench , a melancholic face , an unexpected spring rain , the joy of reading one’s favorite book , the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around , looking at cloudless sky.

ANNA KARENINA : fields of crops , flowers brought from an early morning walk , the wind caressing a girl’s hair , a bowl of fruit , the smell of ripe pears , the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea , children’s laughter coming from the garden , soft sunlight & white curtains , the sensation of velvet against skin , pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor , a sudden silence in a room full of people.

WAR AND PEACE : a glass of wine , the brightness of a crystal chandelier , white lace , a raging snowstorm , the sound of a door being gently closed , the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ballroom , indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light , closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing , the sweet smell of strawberries , a pair of gloves left on an armchair , light scent of powder.

THE MASTER AND MARGARITA : the chaos of a lively city , ambient jazz in an expensive restaurants , jumping on a moving tram , the sight of moscow from the roof of a house , yellow flowers in a vase , leaning out of the window , shelves stacked with books , a small tin box with old photographs , strange shapes in the night sky , laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony , colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind.

EUGENE ONEGIN : a lonely mansion , reading a book in the parlour , faint piano melody lingering in falling silence , long evenings , passing seasons , discussing french novels of the moment , unspoken thoughts , leaning against the door frame , quickly averted glance , eating a peach absent-minded , bright mornings , footprints in snow , a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby.

FATHERS AND SONS : birch groves , morning mist , moss-covered stones near a moor , scientific books , white roses , cheap champagne , shabby pocket - watch , light - hearted irony , a maladroit cello sonata , freshly mowed grass , letting thoughts come & go , a slow yawn , picturesque plates & bowls filled with traditional dishes , drinking tea on the porch.

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO : a strange feeling of loss , writing poems in a diary , traveling by train , the hesitation before touching someone’s hand , the gaze of one lost in thought , the warmth of cinnamon , a scarf brightly embellished with flowers , a glass of water , a threadbare jacket , the tempting void , the evanescent serenity of yesterday.

CHERRY ORCHARD : a lone chair in an empty room , falling blossoms , old samovar , the unsettling need for change , a mirror reflecting full moon , the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance , a piano out of tune.

#/ darkness incarnate / ( lupin introspection )#/ long post /#/ swirling darkness / ( queue )

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direwombat · 1 year

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tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton and @detectivelokis to fill out this lil barbie vibes thing for my ocs!

tagging: @aceghosts, @poetikat, @baldurrs, @sstewyhosseini, @kittiofdoom, @fourlittleseedlings, @inafieldofdaisies, @adelaidedrubman, @roofgeese, @strangefable, @confidentandgood, @purplehairsecretlair, and anyone else wanting to give this one a go!

#feel like syb has a fairly even spread across everything except nutcracker....#but i guess mostly she's got princess and pauper vibes?#paola. unsurprisingly. has a few more barbie vibes good for her <3 #and also princess and pauper vibes #i suppose that shouldn't be surprising #barbie rapunzel was my first barbie movie (tho i had a friend who had nutcracker)#but princess and the pauper was a top tier barbie movie #probs my fav after fairytopia (fairytopia fuckin' slapped)#oc: deputy sybille la roux #oc: paola orsini

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coffee-in-europe · 2 years

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january: black-and-white films, old records, red lipstick, classical music, gold earrings, city lights, garnet clothing, champagne, glitter, russian literature, snowstorms, art galleries, dimly lit restaurants, high-heels, chickadees, frosted windowpanes, silk shirts, espresso, pomegranates, snowy owls

february: candy hearts, roses, grapefruit, trench coats, mittens, dark chocolate, calligraphy, sealed envelopes, vanilla cake, ballet, romance films, chandeliers, late-night phone calls, musicals, aurora borealis, marshmallows, pink lipgloss, poetry, freesia, movie theatres, ballads, pressed flowers, stained glass, teacups

march: dark comedies, photo albums, lemons, cold rivers, baking, tidying, colouring, movie marathons, nonfiction books, newspapers, clovers, train rides, fashion magazines, pasta, orchids, podcasts, houseplants, sketchpads, yogurt, celestial art, bubble baths, charcuterie boards, moonlight, ice floes, crystal glasses, coffee dates

april: disney cartoons, rubber boots, tulips, mauve nailpolish, fresh vegetables, cold rain, journals, lavender, fresh eggs, pink blush, birdsong, morning frost, rosemary, tulips, foggy mornings, aloe vera, ponds, herbal tea, puddles, lilies, bunnies, floral sheets, marmalade, pastoral novels, frogs, english custard, lily pads

may: picture books, daisies, farms, warm breezes, cherry blossoms, early mornings, fresh-baked bread, gardening, childhood reminiscing, dandelions, honey, meadows, hummingbirds, butterflies, rainbows, sugar cookies, polaroid cameras, wild mushrooms, carnations, frescoes, silver lockets, brown bears, pancakes, rivers, greenhouses, white sheets

june: jean shorts, pop music, white wine, beach days, yoga, sunday brunch, ice cream, concerts, wildflowers, fluffy clouds, morning dew, cotton candy, turtles, popsicles, kayaks, watermelon, pineapples, vineyards, sparklers, bicycles, denim jackets, swans, asphodels, cocktail parties, gooseberries, lilacs, hollyhocks

july: adventure stories, oranges, lakehouses, campfires, festivals, disco nights, strawberries, figs, starry skies, iced coffee, fireworks, street markets, bumblebees, trumpet vines, strappy sandals, sunglasses, patio lights, linen, denim skirts, pizza, fruit smoothies, pizza, rainstorms, peaches, lagoons, white dresses, astronomy

august: golden sunlight, nostalgia, willow trees, nature poetry, sunrises and sunsets, picnic baskets, sunflowers, crickets, cicadas, colourful quilts, cherries, rolling hills, maxi-dresses, tall grass, dragonflies, crochet, renaissance art, vine tomatoes, overalls, roadtrips, hammocks, sunhats, waterfalls, tabby cats

september: coffee, book piles, croissants, long walks, classic novels, braided hair, notebooks, film festivals, apples, pears, farmers markets, forests, jigsaw puzzles, owls, tortoiseshell glasses, orchards, library cards, foxes, tweed blazers, climbing ivy, tea kettles, maple syrup, goldenrod, lanterns, waffles, boardgames

october: pumpkin patches, black turtlenecks, ginger pastries, fireplaces, wet leaves, ankle boots, corduroy, birch trees, cafés, bookshops, castles, caramel, rainy mornings, blustery nights, town fairs, countryside walks, cinnamon, nutmeg, old houses, black cats, bakeries, creeks, thick blankets, city blocks, white chapels

november: candles, red wine, ancient ruins, greek mythology, second-hand books, plaid blankets, mahogany nailpolish, mystery novels, museums, burgundy sweaters, dinner parties, gemstone rings, icy breath, black coffee, language studies, antique shops, white roses, cobblestones, lace, cathedrals, firewood, audiobooks, crescent moons

december: soft snowfall, christmas carols, pine scent, wool socks, irish stew, fairy lights, thick books, fantasy stories, throw pillows, shortbread, comfort films, window shopping, scarves, icicles, peppermint, carrot noses, angels, hot chocolate, skates, pinecones, caribou, gingerbread, crackling fires, hot toddies, cashmere

#something to look forward to in every month #mine #text #personal #vibes #note to self #Aesthetic

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sourrcandy · 1 year

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russian literature aesthetic tag

tagged by — @serpentarii my beloved xx

rules — bold whichever applies to a character of your choice

yuluo from 《 until we meet again 》 aka the wtw zine submission i’m writing :D

THE BROTHER’S KARAMAZOV :: orthodox monasteries / deep woods / starry nights / the sound of paper being torn / dimly lit rooms / withered roses / an unfinished letter / piles of books / the sound of shattering glass / ticking of clocks in a silent house / heavy wooden furniture / the air before a storm / the smell of earth / a crowd of people dressed in black / distant murmurs / emptied streets / the fear of walking alone in dusk

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT :: coldness of the skin against a blade / slender pale fingers & slightly shaking hands / a red stain blooming on white fabric / lonely steps in a corridor / the slow dripping of water / looking out of the window into the thickening darkness / a single dying candle on the table / listening to one’s breath & counting heartbeats / too many stairs / the desire to be invisible / a subtle memory of kind words

THE IDIOT :: classical statues / wealth covered with dust / a dark house tainted with inherited madness / an unsettling feeling / long walks in a park / useless chatter / a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench / a melancholic face / an unexpected spring rain / the joy of reading one’s favorite book / the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around / looking at cloudless sky

ANNA KARENINA :: fields of crops / flowers brought from an early morning walk / the wind caressing a girl’s hair / a bowl of fruit / the smell of ripe pears / the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea / children’s laughter coming from the garden / soft sunlight & white curtains / the sensation of velvet against skin / pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor / a sudden silence in a room full of people

WAR AND PEACE :: a glass of wine / the brightness of a crystal chandelier / white lace / a raging snowstorm / the sound of a door being gently closed / the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ballroom / indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light / closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing / the sweet smell of strawberries / a pair of gloves left on an armchair / light scent of powder

THE MASTER AND MARGARITA :: the chaos of a lively city / ambient jazz in an expensive restaurant / jumping on a moving tram / the sight of moscow from the roof of a house / yellow flowers in a vase / leaning out of the window / shelves stacked with books / a small tin box with old photographs / strange shapes in the night sky / laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony / colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind

EUGENE ONEGIN :: a lonely mansion / reading a book in the parlor / faint piano melody lingering in falling silence / long evenings / passing seasons / discussing french novels of the moment / unspoken thoughts / leaning against the door frame / quickly averted glance / eating a peach absent-minded / bright mornings / footprints in snow / a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby

FATHERS AND SONS :: birch groves / morning mist / moss-covered stones near a moor / scientific books / white roses / cheap champagne / shabby pocket-watch / lighthearted irony / a maladroit cello sonata / freshly mowed grass / letting thoughts come & go / a slow yawn / picturesque plates / bowls filled with traditional dishes / drinking tea on the porch

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO :: a strange feeling of loss / writing poems in a diary / traveling by train / the hesitation before touching someone’s hand / the gaze of one lost in thought / the warmth of cinnamon / a scarf brightly embellished with flowers / a glass of water / a threadbare jacket / the tempting void / the evanescent serenity of yesterday

THE CHERRY ORCHARD :: a lone chair in an empty room / falling blossoms / an old samovar / the unsettling need for change / a mirror reflecting full moon / the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance / a piano out of tune

tagging — @junypr-camus, @thatswhereiwanttobe, @helioselene, @dontjudgemeimawriter and anyone who wants to do this xx

#tag games #wip: uwma #this tag game is so fun im obsessed???

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