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My new year’s resolution is recognizing that I would rather wait endlessly for an ethereal love than to waste even a second of my precious energy on someone who isnt worthy.
“man on the moon” represents my willing struggle to wait for that perfect connection.
My poetry anthology “Cosmic Hearts” is out everywhere & ready for a new year of spreading divine love 💖 visit arabellacrookeshaw.com for more info
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cherryfinolahobbes · 2 years
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Debauchery thanks to @mastersofkamartaj 🤣 because Stephen is an absolute menace and of course he’d stage something like this
This will be getting a mixed media layout but i love the colors so much I wanted to post it.
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the-wolf-and-moon · 8 months
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NGC 2244, Heart of the Rose
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Do you ever just listen to a song and go "damn this song is so good that i want to inject it into my system"
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tornado1992 · 4 months
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No one knows where Sonic lives.
Even in his so called world renowed hero status, there’s way too little that the general public knows about Sonic The Hedgehog, sure, they know what his favorite food is, they know the names of his friends, and they know when his birthday is, but they don’t know where is he from, how is he so fast, or what is his reason to fight.
They know about most of the times he has saved the world, but they don’t know why his shoes don’t get burned by his speed, they know he can turn into a god-like glowy golden being, but they don’t know how exactly the magical jewels that do that work, they know he’s unstoppable, but they don’t know why.
Most people don’t care that much about that kind of information, even if he’s a hero, that’s his own business, even heroes need privacy; but then there’s the curiosity, the enigma, the mystery, most of those questions will be left without a solid answer, but there’s a few that should have definitive one.
Where does someone who can run around the whole globe in a matter of hours live? There’s a lot of theories.
Sonic has enough fame to have several fan clubs all around the world, and between all those fan clubs there’s been a lingering interest in the enigma of where does sonic live, between all the other questions this one is the one that gets the most possible answers, considering factors like his speed, his well known crave for adventure, his love for nature, all of it could make the difference between the right answer and the wrong answer.
At certain point, the curiosity reaches to more general public apart from the fanatism prone, and when in opportunity to talk to him, a lot of people start asking him the same question: “where do you live?” the answers all equal and all different at the same time “right here in the same world as you” “it varies from time to time” “I don’t think you could visit me”
The vagueness, the confusing contradictions, the evasion of the subject; he’s doing this on purpose. They might not know a lot about the blue speedster, but now this sole data needs to be known.
They start asking Sonic’s acquaintances instead of the hedgehog himself, they know they’re not getting an answer out of him at this point, and if anyone could have one, his friends should know it. Turns out that they don’t know.
Most of his friends being more annoyed with the fact that not even they know where he lives than about the people sticking their noses to his friend’s business was a surprise to the masses, and underwhelming, backtracking, frustrating surprise.
There’s an anonymous user online who affirms that not even the hedgehog’s arch nemesis knows where Sonic lives. Reliable sources support the statement.
The waters of nonsense gossip calm down after some time, but the question still remains, left to be more of general curiosity than lingering mystery.
A random day in a random town, a news program happens to be live outside when the speedster passes by and stops to smell the flowers around the area, the reporters ask him for a small interview, he says they have till he finishes picking up enough flowers for a crown.
They ask the same question everyone has asked for quite some time, just a different word, “Sonic, where is your home?”
Apparently the accidental rephrasing change is what finally gets it, as the speedster just says “right now? should be at mystic ruins”
He runs off immediately, the reporters left speechless, the program still on air on TV’s and the web, and the world going wild.
They finally got a straight, solid, specific answer. “That can’t be true” “but it can” “it’s logical” “it’s not” “he must’ve been joking” “he sounded serious” and more and more discussions take place around that single interview, the fan clubs are theorizing again, the general public is now more curious, and the official news from all over the globe need to confirm this by themselves.
So they ask again.
A full week later, a different city in a different country, different news reporters don’t even bother to ask him for an interview, they just run to him the moment they see the blue blur pass by and ask him again “Sonic, where is your home?!” He yells his answer without stopping:
“Last time I checked was in Central City”.
“It’s a contradiction” “then he was joking before” “he might change where he lives weekly” “we need more proof” “that was way too specific again”.
A different continent, two days later, a group of kids manage to record him when he greets them from the other side of a mountain, they ask “Where is your home?!” He yells back “I’m not sure at the moment!”
The confusion only grows, now no one knows if he’s genuinely giving true answers or full ass lying, it would be logical for him to do either. The curiosity becomes a mystery again, and people are legitimately trying to track all the locations he has mentioned to find out what is this all about. Some people even try to track him down. They try.
A whole month later, there’s a celebration near sunset city, a commemoration of some sorts, there’s been a lot of battles in way too little time so people just try to think about the party rather than the motive for it. Sonic attends the celebration along some of his friends.
A local news channel manages to reach him at the chili dog stand where he is waiting for his food while talking to the two tailed fox everyone knows is his best friend. They don’t mean to interrupt, but these opportunities are limited.
They ask the same question, the same word change that they know works: “Sonic, where is your home?”
The blue blur hangs an arm around the kit’s shoulder in a half hug as he grins widely, he says loudly: “right now, it’s right here!”
This time his home was with him.
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Heart Nebula
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toodrawtothink · 28 days
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First episode of House on the Outlands just dropped! A show I designed, wrote, storyboarded, lead animation, etc on!
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indigostars · 7 months
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obi-wan, on any given day: is the force giving me a vague warning of something terrible or is it just normal anxiety
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c0smiccl0wn · 11 months
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here @kandidandi. this is for you.
(image id under cut)
[image id: a textured digital peice of moon. he’s sitting in a puddle of blood with scratch marks around him. the words “i just miss your stupid face” are written to the right. the period at the end of the sentence is dripping with blood. /end id]
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addawithbalmiki · 2 months
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the absolute love i have for sasuke and naruto's relationship. they're enemies, they're best friends. they are each other's first kiss. they nearly killed each other. they're soulmates. they have been divorced 40 times. they're the ones who understand each other to their molecular level. they're destined to be with each other, forever and ever.
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bluestarlett · 5 days
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theyre done...
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hey bbg lemme read ur future with my hms tarot cards.
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“energy”
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My energy is so addictive
A cosmic cocktail of stardust and seduction
Lips like rose filled valleys
Eyes like a mirage of endless oceans
And hands that hold an unknown soft power
Reminding you of a home that you can’t remember
I am an ethereal goddess
Hell bent on this earthly experience
Divine connection in my aura
I hold your gentle souls
From Arabella Crookeshaw’s Cosmic Hearts
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cherryfinolahobbes · 2 years
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Morning Chill
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Prompt #2
Prompt: morning air just a bit colder than expected
Ships/Pairings: Ot3: Cosmic Hearts (Stephen Strange/OFC/Wong), Wong/OFC
Warnings: None. Fluff and light petting
A/N: I meant to add the prompt list Im using to the last Drabble and I forgot. The prompt list is linked above. I hope to continue these throughout the month, but a lot of it will decide on my work load because my vacation ends today. I do hope to continue them though because I really miss writing. Wong deserves so much more attention from the fandom so please enjoy a prompt with him.
Tagging: @mastersofkamartaj @kakashibabe02 (If you’d liked to be tagged, please let me know!)
Disclaimer: I dont own anything in the MCU/Marvel franchise. I only own Cherry and my own silly plots. These are for entertainment only.
Prompt: Morning Air Just a bit Colder than you Expected
For the most part the Sanctum stayed at an even temperture. Magic made it possible as it did many things in brown stone home, but not always. This morning the old building seemed to be ignoring it’s soft occupants. Not a single fire place lit in the autumn morning with the Great Seal Window faceted with several crystaline layers of frost.
The cold nipped at noses and fingers and Wong was going to get to the bottom of it once he got the damn stove to light so he could make some tea. He huffed and growled at the old appliance until a slender hand slipped past his brown one.
“You gotta speak nicely or it won’t work at all,” Cherry murmured, her own voice thick with sleep. She murmured something in a honeyed voice and turned the knob. Without missing a beat, the old gas range clicked and hissed to life with the flicker of fire and the young woman looked quite proud of herself.
“You’re going to have this whole building turned against me,” Wong muttered, the corners of his mouth tipping upwards. To be fair, the kitchen had all but come under Cherry’s hand. Even without having an ounce of magic in her blood, the appliances and gadgets seemed to bend to her whim. It felt like a loyal dog listening to someone else other than you.
Cherry laughed, her blue eyes bright and her cheeks still pink from waking as she placed the pot of water on the burner, “Well, sometimes you catch more flies with honey than vinegar,” She answered before a shiver ran through her frame. She was bundled against the cold in a heavy hoodie and sweat pants. She crossed her arms over her chest to ward off the cold.“Any idea what it’s so cold today?” The Sorcerer Supreme gave a shake of his head before he slipped his hand into the nook of her arm. He pulled the other woman to him, enjoying the scent of her as she came against him. No matter what time of day or activity he caught her in, she always smelled of vanilla and kitchen spices. He’d never figured out if it was a perfume she liked or if after all her years of cooking the scents had become embedded in her skin. He ran his hands over her arms and back to help warm her as she pressed closer to soak in his body heat.
“This old house is temperamental at best. After breakfast, I plan to go to investigate,” He liked the way she fit to him, soft body melding to his frame, warm and comfortable. It definitely stoked something else in him as he leaned down to press a kiss to her temple and then her cheek and finally the plush mouth which had already raised up to greet his. “If you’re cold…I can think of ways to warm you up,” He murmured, his voice going low and hungry as his hands slid down her ribs with purpose and he felt her respond. Her body arched into him, pressing close as she chased his mouth for another kiss.
“A fire would be nice,” She said against his lips, her tone sweet and soft as her fingers curled into the material of his robes. “And someone to share it with,”
A needy sound rose in the other man’s throat, pressing hard to her, herding her against the counter to pin her there, the kisses becoming edge with want, “Fire might take a minute. I had something more effecient in mind,” He purred against her. She gave that little whine he loved, a high pitched mewl in her throat, as her hands abandoned their perch on his chest, coming up to cup his face, kissing him greedily as he tugged at her shirt, wanting to feel the naked skin of her waist.
The whistle of the kettle shook them both apart like two people caught in a plot. Cherry’s cheeks were flushed and her eyes blown wide with desire. She watched him as the moment stretched and Wong finally made a gesture. Golden energy flicking the stove burner off and the sharp sound of the kettle began to die away.
“Now,” He murmured, lifting her up by the waist to deposit her on the kitchen counter. He fit himself in between her thighs as her small hands took his face again, her legs wrapping around his hips to anchor him to her. “Where were we?”
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the-wolf-and-moon · 1 year
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Pluto’s Heart
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tornado1992 · 3 months
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If I ever were to make a baby Tais AU I would call it “Soldier boy AU” because
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Apparently it also means “gift from God” so, yeah, he is one indeed
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