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Aurora Surprise

Last night as I was headed to bed at 1 am after editing photos, I noticed a faint glow in the southern sky. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, then it happened. Barely perceptible beams crawling across the sky. If you haven’t seen an Aurora before, below is my attempt at showing you what one looks like to the naked eye, though even this is still too bright. The camera’s image…

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[stormbreaker-290]

Oughhhh

I wanna draw

But I gotta leave soon

But I wanna draaaawwwww

>:(

Ougdh

[evermoredeancas]

this has been the most eventful vacation of my life

[he1iks]

Friendly neighborhood reminder that the northern lights are pretty far South tonight, might wanna check if your area will see them bc that would be a great opportunity

[many-zeldas-au]

Some shitty doodles of the girls lol

[hanafubukki]

What if Lilia was controlled in the beginning of Book 7? As Aurora was in Sleeping Beauty?

I talked about this with Alice, @aliciagemsilica, and we found it interesting how Lilia’s actions in the beginning of Book 7 was kind of strange 🤔

He suddenly dropped out of school, he said the cottage meant nothing, he didn’t seek out Malleus when he went missing, and he was going to leave both Silver and Malleus when the carriage came to take him.

Many of his actions, we can blame it on him not believing he deserves their love and how he also didn’t want to hurt them/see their expressions as he left. Maybe a part of him would break if he saw how much pain they both were in. He didn’t want to be powerless in front of them.

But at the same time, we know how much he loves his family. He talks about them all the time. His cards, events, and main story shows his devotion to them.

Someone who hatched a dragon and woke a baby. It’s so…weird that he would abandon them like this so suddenly.

Then the idea hit, his actions seemed as if he was being controlled. Maybe it was influenced by his emotions he already harbors, but what if he was spelled to act this way? With these emotions amplified?

The way he was just ready to leave? To run away? That did seem a bit odd, didn’t it? So, maybe, in a way he was spelled just like how Auroura was. Not to touch the spindle, but to leave. Leave his loved ones, and in a way, leaving his family forever is the same as how Auroura was cursed, because she would be gone from her loved ones too.

And would Lilia know? If he had no magic left? Would he know that someone cast a spell on him? He didn’t realize something was wrong with Malleus until it was too late, and by then, it was irreversible. So I doubt he would notice if someone cast magic on him when he has none left. 👀🤔

[comicaurora]

Hello! I wanted to send my appreciation to you as a longtime fan of OSP and Auroura! I am an English Major with ADHD and your content always makes me inspired and my English Lit. Brain very happy with how good your storytelling is.

My question is what stories inspire you to write or make you want to sit down and tell a story? Your content makes me want to work on my projects, but my Adhd only last as long as I am not disturbed (i.e. need to eat or get up and move). You have always been upfront about your Adhd so my second question is how do you keep focused on your story and not burn out? (Talking as someone who is writing a novel as their thesis)

You have been a great inspiration over the years and someone I look up to as a storyteller! I wish you focus and luck! => 💝

Woo! Interesting questions!

When it comes to inspiration, I haven't really found a pattern for what works and what doesn't. The majority of the time, only new experiences/stories I haven't seen or read before work for me - rewatches and re-reads, while much more comfortable for my brain, don't tend to translate into creative inspiration for me - but it's not like a specific genre, or even a specific kind of relaxation, consistently work for me.

The way my brain works is a bit "no take only throw", as it were. I want to just sit down and make solid, steady progress in a predictable environment with a routine, but what I need is to try new things, go outside, take risks - because all those things give me new material to work with and refill the creative gas tank. When I'm stuck, I can't just hit the gas and punch through the block - I need to back up and try a new angle.

The good part of all this is that whatever engine that's running my subconscious is actually pretty good at signaling what it needs. The ADHD brain will be repelled by activities that aren't working for it and drawn to the things it needs at the time, whether that's creative energy or exercise or cleaning or doodling or listening to music or suddenly binge-watching a show that's not even all that great, and once it's got what it needs out of it - whatever that is - it'll be repelled again, either spitting out a sudden burst of creative energy or retreating to its den to chew on whatever it got out of the experience for a more slow-building reward. Little bursts of motivation and creativity pop up all throughout the day, and if you can pivot to the activity in question - or at least note down the idea you just had - you'll be able to harness that pretty nicely.

This "system" really only works for me because I have an extremely unstructured schedule and nobody relying on me to be consistent moment-to-moment. If I'm following the creative needs of my inscrutable Better Writer In The Back Of My Head, I can't be worrying about things like a consistent lunchtime or classes or a 9-to-5. All of my observations are caveat'd by the fact that I am ridiculously lucky to have the kind of freedom of movement and schedule that I can focus entirely on getting to know my brain better.

When it comes to staying focused on any one project, I've reluctantly concluded that the only way to win is not to play. Creativity needs time and diversity to recharge, and when you stall out in any given work session, it's usually because you're out of gas. This is why I maintain several projects in varying stages of "for my eyes only"-ness - a sketchbook, private writing projects, patreon doodles, music practice; even in the large-scale projects like the channel and the comic I have multiple angles of attack at any given time, where I can as needed switch between scripting, research, drawing frames, storyboarding more plot onto the end of the comic's current draft and lining/coloring/background-ing the finalized pages of the comic chapters earlier. This lets me maintain semi-steady progress on average, even if any one facet of the process is left by the wayside for potentially even weeks at a time.

If you're working on one writing project, one novel, I'd recommend giving yourself some time to do small-scale side-hobbies. It won't feel like they're helping, but they are.

I've started to think of inspiration rather similarly to the way I think about nutrition and digestion. It's a somewhat arcane process that, despite being a part of me, I don't exactly understand what's going on under the hood. If you eat only one thing, no matter what that one thing is, you're going to end up sick because you're lacking all sorts of niche micronutrients. If you parcel out a specific space of the only things you're allowed to eat, you might not get sick (as quickly) but you're likely going to become increasingly miserable as you think of the things you're not allowing yourself to try, or slowly build up highly specific forms of malnourishment by avoiding certain things entirely. But if you start listening to your body and try eating what it says it needs at any given time - oh, I could go for a rice bowl right now, oh I don't think I'm feeling something sugary today, man I could really go for some grapes - you're likely to hit a broadly good balance of health because you're hitting a broad range of things your body needs, even if you don't know all of their names or calorie counts, and your body is putting those resources to good use without your conscious input. Between my brain and my stomach, I only trust one of those to actually understand what a stomach needs to do its thing - and between me and my creative brain, most of the time it feels like I just work here.

I hope there was something helpful in all this!

[summerlovingbaby]

choices

Y/N sat at the dining table of the Potters surprisingly well kept house, arms folded over her chest, staring at the wood grain like she was reading a secret message. She had no interest at staring at the other people sitting around her, she had even less interest in hearing any of them speak. Sirius Black in particular, who she could hear his mouth open and close repeatedly like he was trying to think of something to say, so she finally looked up at him and spoke, decided to save him the effort.

“ You did all this work to stare at me?”

Sirius, and the rest of the marauders, staged a expert kidnapping of his younger sister, they ushered her from Grimmaud Place, silently in the dead of night, the only reminat that she had been there at all was her unmade bed, though she suspected that she would be back before the morning, she assumed whatever hair brained plan they managed to come up with, iminged on her secrecy and compliance, something she had no intention of do or be.

“ You could at least speak to me,” she said, “ not stare at me like a petulant child.”

“ I’m not petulant,” he snapped.

“ Certainly pathetic,” she said, with an unnatural tone of venom. She tried to hide it but it was no bother the disdain she had for her older brother, she made no effort to hide her face of discontent or anger, just leaned back in her chair and folded her amrs over her chest.

Sirius shook his head in absolute denial, and Y/N almost threw herself across the table to punch him across the face, but her chest still hurt from the beating she took earlier, her head already hurt and she was not going to give anyone sitting at this table the satisfaction of her pain.

Remus, James and Sirus were sitting at the table, no doubt some adolescent idea that they, her fellow classmates could help change her mind. Moody, Dumbledoor and James parents were there too, she didn’t bother to acknowledge the adults at the table, she paid no mind to.

She lolled her head to the side and stuck her hand out in Remus direction, “ Can I have a smoke?” she asked, she didn’t want a cigarette, just desperately craved something to ground her in reality.

Her name Y/N Auroura Black, twin to Regulus Black who she was determined to keep alive no matter the cost. Her unfortunate life was not the debt she owed for existing, just the unfortunate circumstances she was given. She was smart, and she would survive, if only for the evening.

Remus lifted a brow at her question, he had never seen her smoke, but fished around in his pants pocket for the carton, found it and tossed the whole box on the table in front of her, along with a lighter. She grabbed it, plucked one from the package, and slid it back across the table, taking the lighter and theatrically flicking it a light, and connecting it with the end of the cigarette before sticking in her mouth. She took a long deep breath, and visibly relaxed in her chair.

“ I didn’t know you smoked,” Sirius spoke in greek.

Y/N took the stick out of her mouth, while rolling her eyes, she hadn’t heard him speak in greek in years, even when he was back at home. The trio of siblings opted to communicate in sign language, sometimes that being the only way they could speak for weeks at a time, simple signs across the dining table at dinners.

“ You don’t know much about me anymore,” she respond in english.

Sirius nodded and switched back to english in earnest, before taking a cigarette himself, and lighting it. He didn’t bring it to his lip just let it balance on the tip of his pointer finger.

“ That might be true, but you are my sister still,” he said without looking up.

“ Last I check, you are not,” she said, Sirius was disowned, when he died he wouldn’t even be burried in the family plot.

“ Blood is thicker than water,” he parroted, no doubt something he heard from Remus, Remus was the only person who willingly read books enough to remember them, Sirius wouldn’t pick up a book if it held the answer to all of lifes problems.

“ The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” she said in a mocking tone. She felt Remus look at her, and she looked at him and tilted her head him and feighed mock innocence. “ I do know how to read.”

Remus glowered at her words, and shot Sirus an icy stare, which Sirus pretenced to ignore, he just pulled at the splinter in the table.

The table fell silent, until the sound of Dumbledore scooting closer to the table drew her attention. She never trusted Dumbledore not for a second, he was nothing more than a slythery adult who hid behind a mask of objective morality to manuplaite the children under his care, she never doubted his inheritaly good intentions, but judged the way he used vulnerable stupid children as pawns. How Dumbledore managed to put a leash on Remus, she wasn’t sure. But she knew he was desperate for any authority figure who feigned to care for him.

“ I’m sure you’re wondering why we’ve brought you here?” he said, his half moon speactales sitting on the tip of his nose. She didn’t opt to respond, just took a long drag of her cigarette. “ I’m not going to placate you with simplicities or pretend what I am going to ask you is an easy task. We would like you operate as a spy inside your family. Given your age and place within the Dark Lords inner circle we believe that you will give us a bounty of information.”

Y/N offers him no repsonde, just purses her lips, narrows her eyes at Sirus and simply shakes her head.

“ What I am asking, is no doubt a difficult choice, but will be a rewarding one.”

Y/N didn’t care, it wasn’t a choice, really, she never had been afforded those.

Dumbledores words seemed to spark something it Sirus who began spoke rapidly in greek.

“ Its no choice at all Y/N, it really isn’t. You’ve made bad choice after bad choice, and you have harmed countless because of those choices, you have been given the opportunity to make the right one. I’m telling you to take it. You made a bad choice years ago by not coming with me, I’m asking you to fix it.”

She shot him an icy glare.

“ I never had a choice, I was a child, we were children, we both were. Don’t sit here and berate me over decisions that weren’t mine, choices I didn’t make. I was was not afforded the same opportunities as you,” she said icily. “ I will never be affored the same opportunities as you, I never had a choice, I’ve never had a choice at all, not even that horrible night when I heard you screaming and then you were gone, you didn’t give me a choice then. Regulus never had a choice, you did because you were the heir, they let you get away with things me and Reggie can’t even think about”

“ I didn’t get away with anything.” Sirius snapped.

“ You got away with everything,” she growled in greek. “ Father made it very clear the exact depth of my circumstances of living, and he made sure Regulus had a very good understanding of the circumstances of his continued survival. I am operating under very different rules than the both of you. You are the oldest, and he is the heir. The only value I have is who they can marry me off to,  I  am no more than an inconvenience, and father made it very clear what would happen to me if I became too difficult.”

By the demur expression Sirus’s face morphed into, it was then that he understood the exact gravity of her circumstances. 

Sirius was asking her to make a choice between her older brother and twin, and at the end of the day that was no choice at all. Sirius could spin “ blood was thicker than water” until he was blue in the face, but even if you you took the phrase at face value Sirus was no blood at all, he was just some well meaning stranger who didn’t know the depth of cruelty he claimed to.

“ I’m giving you a choice now,” Sirius said.

Y/N shrugged, “ It is too late,” she shrugged and stood, her body hovered over the table intimidatingly enough for any words to die in Sirus mouth, it wasn’t often that he was at a loss for words so Y/N took pride in it, she looked at his stunned face and began to speak once more. “I am only going to say this once, it is my full intention to do what is best, I know that it is at Grimmuad Place, I learned my place along time ago, and so did Reg. I fully intend to go back there, because it’s the best choice for me and Reg, I have no doubt that you will do the same thing, but let me make one thing clear, our choice was made a long time ago,” she siad, she pulled up the hem of her sleeve revealing a ugly tattoo of a snake.

Sirus balked at the ink on her arm, stuttered out something that sounded vaguely like an an apology before she turned to Dumbledore and demanded she be taken home. That was the last she saw of her brother for a while.

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[gunpowder-tim]

for a moodboard, how about Nastya Rasputina and/or the Aurora?

i will probably do auroura too

[stormbreaker-290]

so i uhmm i really like your pretty guy thing @sunny-inajar :3c

ehfgshsbxjkvhb Auroura is just so pretty and i. want his gender jfhvjjksdfhj sassy dramatic theater kid beloved ebebeb :]]

[nonspeakingkiku]

trick or treat kiku!!!

Auroura candy corn plushie!

[thatonegeekygirl]

AURORA

I WENT TO MY MOTHERS THIS WEEKEND AND SAY THE AUROURA BORIALIS

WE LIKE IN OHIO

LIKE

it me!!

[theofficialelectricmayhem]

Auroura borealis, shinin' down on Dallas?

Can you picture that?

Ah truly a classic! Our biggest hit even nowadays. Love to see everyone still singin along to it!

- Floyd