#a harbour in a storm

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Something something about Tommy ending up at HARBOUR and getting to be his true and full self. Now he’s doing the same for Buck - providing him with a harbour - a safe space for him to find himself and figure things out.

The water theming continues to send me spiralling

[scotianostra]

South Breakwater Torry Aberdeen , Storm Babet by Rab Lawrence

[wolfstargazer]

What does Sirius love most about Remus?

His compassion, his certainty, and his quick and dry wit.

[artschoolglasses]

Snow Storm: Steam-Boat off a Harbour's Mouth, Joseph Mallord William Turner, 1842

[simplybybea]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chakotay/Kathryn Janeway, Kathryn Janeway & Harry Kim, Chakotay & Harry Kim Characters: Harry Kim, Kathryn Janeway, Chakotay (Star Trek), Tom Paris, B'Elanna Torres Additional Tags: Post-Endgame, Returning to Earth, PTSD, Adopted Parents, Struggling To Adjust, mental health, asking for help, Shipping j/c, Harry wants his parents to get together Summary:

Harry hadn't thought of how hard it would be to adjust back to life on Earth, and to being back with the parents that raised him from infancy, and not the ones who had raised him on Voyager.

[stijlw]

illustrations by nicola bayley for the mousehole cat

[scholarofgloom]

[tjerra14]

got a severe thunderstorm warning complete with eventual de-warning seven hours ago (nothing happened) and guess what's coming in entirely without one now

[w-armansky-blog]

[tourneyofashvara]

it's been blowing a hoolie the last few days

[earthconsciousness]

[raitrolling]

Eye of the Storm

[Easy reading version on Toyhou.se]

The foundations of the lighthouse shuddered as the ever-increasing storm bashed against the entire building, rattling windows and causing the roof of the living quarters to creak. Rain droplets sounded like rapid gunfire from the sheer intensity they smashed into the glass. Waves crashed against the cliffside with the force of a truck, threatening to destroy centuries-old rock formations in an instant. Lightning illuminated the sky in rapid intervals, and thunder rumbled like a continuous drumline ushering in the apocalypse. Indoors, the power flickered on and off, each moment longer than the last. The howling winds spiraling around the town carried the lamentations of Those Who Slumber In The Deep, agitated by a disruption in the natural balance of the universe.

Had this been the first time such a weather phenomenon occurred, Lusien would have been convinced that the town would be swallowed up in a biblical flood. 

He would have ventured out into the storm, risking life and limb to ensure the town was safe. That residents had prepared accordingly, sandbagging their hives and covering up windows to prevent flood waters from entering their home, keeping indoors to avoid the risk of being swept out to sea, not understanding the source of the storm but being aware enough to understand its ferocity. 

He would have prepared as many offerings as he could, in hope to quell The Slumbering One’s rage, their fear that whatever disrupted their slumber would not come for them next.

But he couldn’t. He knew he could not do anything, no matter how loudly they cried for him - for anyone willing to listen to their song.

The furniture in Lusien’s hive had once again been piled against the door to prevent anything from entering, and for him to resist the temptation to leave. There had been little warning for the developing storm - perhaps an hour at most, if one understood Vernrot’s weather patterns well, - so he could not have restocked his kitchen with extra rations, but he knew he had enough to last a few weeks if he was careful.

But not enough cigarettes, he’d realised, running his tongue over his teeth as he tried to distract himself from the craving. 

He would keep the lighthouse operating for as long as his supplies allowed, as futile as it may be. Any ship entering in the confines of Vernrot Harbour’s eldritch influence would be chewed up into mulch by the sheer force of the waves. Yet, still… He thought of Anirus, and how they had been worried for him the last time, sailing directly into a storm against all reason just to see if he was okay.

The storm had taken down all means of communicating with the outside world. He could only pray that if Anirus was headed in this direction, they would avoid the rough seas, and still spy the faint beacon on the hill and know they did not need to worry. 

That had been the first freak storm in recent memory, when The Slumbering Ones were disturbed by an impending threat that could have wiped them from existence. The second had occurred some time after he had returned from his travels with Anirus, as that same threat was presumably extinguished.

The third…

God, he did not want to handle a third. Not this quickly.

Lusien had sat himself on the floor as all other furniture had been piled together to form the blockade, and reclined back against the couch with a loud sigh. He didn’t want to wait this out. He didn’t know how long he could wait this out. The terrors would calm down on their own accord, but how long would that take? Days? Weeks? Perigees? He wouldn’t know. He didn’t even know what caused this awakening-

“Lusien.” 

He froze.

There was a voice from the other side of the door. Someone standing outside in the storm.

“Lusien, they’re- They’re gone. We can’t hear them anymore.”

That tone, albeit quieter and less stilted than what he was used to, could only belong to Vallis.

He could barely hear the hybrid’s voice over the cyclonic winds and the rain, but he could feel Vallis’ emotions emanating uncontrollably around them. The pain and confusion of The Slumbering Ones resonating through him and amplifying in one big feedback loop. Lamentations crying from the world beyond, without explanation. The fear of the unknown. The loneliness of being disconnected from loved ones. The melancholy of hearing bad news about an acquaintance. The grief of a cherished friend’s disappearance.

It was all too much for anyone, troll or terror. Lusien’s entire body heaved from the weight of these emotions hanging over him, shoulders sagging, air leaving his lungs and throat tightening, holding his head in his hands and curling his legs closer to his chest. 

He knew why the troll on the other side of the door was grieving. He did not want to believe it, that someone he cherished so deeply could be the cause for The Slumbering Ones’ agony. His very first friend.

“It’s Thrixe and Zanzul, isn’t it?” He responded, near-despondent, wondering if there was any chance he could be wrong.

“Yes. The Choir, and The Lyric. They’ve- They’ve been banished to The Furthest Ring. We do not understand why. The Slumbering Ones are afraid. They could be next. And. What do I do?” The hybrid’s voice cracked, tinged with the heightened emotions that Lusien did not believe he was capable of experiencing. He heard the sound of Vallis slump against the front door, and felt his eldritch aura increase exponentially. He was losing his form in distress. 

“Without their song. Without Zanzul’s guidance, I’m- And Epsilo can’t-”

Lusien knew what he needed to do.

Slowly, he stood up, and began to push all the furniture away from the door. 

[kristo-flowers]

Fields of Kruibeekse polder, Antwerp, Belgium

[fiercerthanyou]

‘Rough and Tumble' 

Photo by Lloyd Lane Photography 

Credit: Lloyd Lane via 2022 Landscape Photographer of the Year

[thingsdavidlikes]

The Monkey Hut by www.moore.photos

[sayruq]

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