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ruckis-vandalizes · 4 months
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"Pretty lights don't shine so bright down here. Neon fades until only dark remains."
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euphorictruths · 1 year
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Dusk Paradise- Varsam Kurnia; 2020
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ex0skeletal-undead · 8 months
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by Adam Burke aka Nightjar
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villiedoom · 8 months
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«I was born under the black Sky, under the blue Stars and the round Moon, and they were my only family, as I had no parents, no brothers, no sisters. When I opened my eyes for the first time, I only saw the Moon, and the Moon looked back at me, singing her song to me. She became my mother, and I became her daughter. The Dark Forest became my father, and I became his son. But I didn’t have a name, just as there was no one who could give me a name.
I was the Nameless, the daughter of the Moon and the son of the Forest»
Drawing of my original character and illustration for my “the Old Tale” story ~
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starazorr · 3 months
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♡ Punk Valentines
🗓️ 10/03/2024 | Blog
— 💬 Se inspirou? Me credite!
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bonefall · 9 months
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Does Heartstar/Tigerstar II have thalassophobia(fear of deep water/drowning) would certainly make sense given his family's entire Deal with the lake. Also does Rowanstar drowning in the Moonpool mean that there's just. A rotting corpse in the moonpool now? Don't the medcats drink from that water?! (Sorry if yiu see this twice! I think tumblr deleted my ask?
I've said it before and I'll say it again. The desire to CinemaSins Ding poetic imagery is the death of visual metaphor and the bane of creativity. Kill the impulse. The moonpool is as deep and clean as it needs to be in spite of being canonically a stillwater pool and logically full of algae and microbes. Magic cat god water, full of StarClan Magic (tm)
We do not need to see the cats fishing Rowanstar's body out, or an accurate estimate of pool depth, or its PH level. StarClan's emotions do wonderful things when miracles occur. A wizard with a big pool cleaning net did it.
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madcat-world · 1 year
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Ghost Scar (1 of 4) - ClayShaper
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nekomancee · 1 year
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★ DOUTORA ATLAS E OUTROS CONTOS JEDI!
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ackrsays · 10 months
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› destino cativo;
› Pedida por KujoMalice pelo projeto pompomania!
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xmaeve · 1 year
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➸ I'm iconic. ▹ 🔔 Status ✘ Doada. ▹ 🎙° música.
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ruckis-vandalizes · 2 years
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Goretober Day 29: SLIT THROAT 🧁
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euphorictruths · 5 months
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Astro Errante (The Wandering Star)- Remedios Varo- 1961
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daryj · 1 month
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Opa, - mais uma vez aparecendo aqui - bão?
Espero que todos estejam bem! Aos que me perguntaram, também estou bem sim! Então, hoje eu venho - pela última vez, espero - divulgar apenas 1 formulário de doadores de capas, e aí, enfim, dessa vez, só espero ir aos poucos reblogando essa postagem! A ideia que eu tive agora, foi fazer apenas 1 formulário e ir conforme o tempo atualizando, adicionando as capas que irão ser realmente doada(s)!
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LINK DO FORMULÁRIO
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phantomskeep · 1 year
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I missed WIP Wednesday SOBS. So, have a belated WIP... Friday? All are from Putting the Fun Back in Funeral, my lovely Dead on Main fic <3
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The two brothers ate in silence for a little while, Jason fully expecting Dick to start up conversation again. For now, though, he basked in the presence of his older brother. It was almost like they were years younger, Jason still struggling to find his place within the small family and Dick fighting to keep his own. They had a rocky start, at first. With Bruce and his first ward fighting at almost every opportunity, it had reminded Jason a bit too much of Willis and Catherine’s screaming matches, back when Willis wasn’t in jail and Catherine hadn’t succumbed to her illness. Everything had seemed better for a while, when Dick handed down the Robin colors after Jason and Bruce’s many attempts to figure out the younger’s sidekick identity. Of course, as per Todd luck, everything seemed to have gone rapidly downhill after that.
“Jase,” a toe poked his thigh. “I hope you know I’m glad you’re back.”
Jason swallowed heavily, gaze turned down to where Dick’s socked foot was gently resting. It was familiar position the two had, with the older doing whatever he had to do in order to remind himself that Jason was here. That he was alive, not six feet under and stuffed in a too-expensive coffin. Something grounding for both of them - to remind each other that no matter what, they were brothers again. 
“Yeah,” Jason managed to choke out. He lifted a hand, resting his large palm on top of Dick’s muscular ankle. “Yeah, I’m glad I’m back too.”
Neither needed an explanation to what Jason meant. Instead the younger hurriedly turned on The Never Ending Story so the brothers didn’t have to acknowledge the tangled emotions between them.
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Unlike the last time Danny had entered the Ghost Zone, he was not greeted with the sight of lines of ghosts waiting for him. The area surrounding the Fenton Portal was void of any denizens of the Realms. It wasn’t something that was inherently odd- in the years before Danny was crowned many ghosts avoided passing by the unnatural portal. But it still sat oddly with the halfa, despite how it shouldn’t.
As the young king traveled towards his Keep, he felt the air around him shift. It became lighter, less oppressed. Green eyes caught on the colorful forms of his people as Danny effortlessly moved through the green-coated dimension. A few of the ghosts waved or bowed as their King passed them, prompting Danny to greet them in return. It put a small smile on his young face, gently easing him out of the funk seeing his parents put him in.
Minutes passed without Danny noticing as he ducked and swerved between various ghosts and structures. The closer he got to his new lair the more populated the Zone seemed to become. Small, floating islands seemingly appeared overnight with colorful stalls built on top of them. Undead vendors of all shapes and sizes occupied them, some shouting out their wares and others content to wait until others approached them. Strung between the uneven islands were bright fairy lights, flickering gently against the pale green void.
The Ghost King floated up to hover before a string of lights. His face was a perfect picture of awe as he reached a gloved finger out to poke at the little flower-shaped bulb before him. The small petaled light reminded Danny of Sam, making his young heart ache with the thought of the friends he left behind. When his finger connected to the tiny object a pulse of purple echoed across the great green expanse around him. Excited chattering erupted around him and Danny couldn’t help but gape as flora gently grew over the exposed rock surfaces, roots tangling underneath the bellies of the islands in intricate patterns.
Danny let out a small laugh, spinning upwards to hover over the marketplace, watching in fascination as various plants sprouted over the rocky outcrops like a gentle wave. His people cheered and he witnessed a young ghostling happily pick a tiny daisy from the ground, spinning to present it to their guardian who took the flower with a grin.
Contentedness flowed over the white-haired man as he followed the surging greenery towards the castle he could just barely see in the haze of the Zone. The Keep, Danny noted, had changed greatly from the last time he was there. Gone were the ugly reds that once stained the ancient bricks. Instead the walls were washed in a calming blue tone that seemed to sparkle like the first icicles of winter. The harsh, aggressive architecture of the Keep was slowly being rebuilt by the Zone herself - the structure was shifting, bringing in the precariously hanging towers to more gently branch off the main structure. Danny happily noted the large stained glass windows that were gently forming alongside the castle’s walls as he flew underneath the gaping entrance to the belly of the Keep.
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Only Jason's POV has been beta'ed so far, so please excuse any mistakes! This chapter is the longest one yet - sitting at roughly 8k right now, but I'm still writing the last POV. The final product should be around 10k or so? But I'm honestly not too sure haha. This has been a very hard chapter to write and I'm soooo happy it's almost done! Then the fun really begins >:)
Hope you all enjoyed the late WIP day ^-^
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starazorr · 10 months
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♡ Satou To Shio
🗓️ 05/08/2023 | Feito por pedido
— 💬 Se inspirou? Me credite!
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"Kindred Spirits" is a short story by Christie Golden, with art by Magali Villeneuve, that was published in Star Wars Insider 159. The story is a prequel to Golden's novel Dark Disciple."
This story features Lassa Rhayme, a Pantoran female pirate who served as the captain of the Opportunity and leader of the Blood Bone Order, as well as Hondo Ohnaka, pirate king, and Asajj Ventress as her "prisoner."
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