#happy belated eclipse day :)

[inkinthetypewriter]

if i had a nickel for every time a main character fought their enemy on the day of an eclipse with a flashy title for said day and gave up their powers for the greater good but are still content with their choice because their friends are safe and can use their powers, i’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice, right?

[throam-hcs]

brendon and ryan's first date as a real couple

[mythvoiced]

HAPPY TOTAL ECLIPSE DAY!!! 🌒 Moon Prince Min has run across that starry bridge to tackle Sun Hyeongjong in the biggest hug!

@amisetxiles | celestial bodies making me go MASSIVE UWU

All things considered, existence isn't all that bad.

No, honestly, truly, it's pretty damn great.

Everything Hyeongjong has been granted the ability to do has been naught but a blessing to the world he shines upon. It's not arrogance that makes him claim this, on the contrary, it's a way to proclaim how honoured he feels at having been granted such power.

Things bloom beneath his sight, life on Earth exists thanks to him working in tandem with air and water, primarily, along many other finer details outside of his control and somewhat associated to him.

But where there is air and water and sun, there is also...

Ah.

Him.

The smile on Hyeongjong's lips morphs from anticipation to delight. He shines brighter for a second then, as if Minjae were a mirror capable of not only reflecting his light but amplifying it tenfold. To Hyeongjong, the moon prince doesn't take what light he exudes and reflect it dimmer, no, to Hyeongjong, Minjae represents light in a way much warmer than his own.

Hyeongjong has the ability to give life but also take it, to warm and to scorch, to overheat, to be damned to the sky and blackness he resides in, and back onto the Earth's surface, for all the ways he can destroy what he helps bring to life.

But Minjae?

Minjae is always a blessing.

He guides. He illuminates darkest of nights. He's only ever cursed when he's missed.

And even though Hyeongjong understands the disparity in brightness and the source of the moon's light, it is always the prince that will shine brighter in his mind's eye.

Just enough that he can feel relatively selfish and occasionally mentally beckon moments like these to come sooner.

He can't manifest them. Doesn't mean he occasionally tries.

He catches Minjae effortlessly, the huff he emits is feigned and followed by loud laughter as he spins them both around where he stands. The sun and the moon prince, what better duo to translate to warmth?

He sets him down with flares bursting in his eyes in strong delight and grabs his shoulders, shaking him lightly, playfully, before ruffling his hair. "Quick," he whispers, leaning closer like a conspiratorial child asking for a secret. He flares around Minjae like a circle of raw light. "Tell me everything. How have things been? Give me stories to hold onto for 'til we meet again."

[bird-goofle]

Me getting notifications for almost anything this weekend like Oh? A birthday gift?? For me???

[musicalhell]

Happy Belated Total Eclipse of the Sun! Little Shop of Horrors is one of my favorites, movie included. Thoughts on the happy ending vs. the director's cut for specifically the movie version? Also for stage version: big ol' puppet Twooie or costume Twooie?

The happy ending does feel tacked on (what with Audrey surviving her whole midsection getting masticated and all), but I've been thinking about it what with all the gifsets and memes over the past couple days and I kind of get why the original ending didn't test well with audiences. Because when you see it on stage, it comes off more as a cautionary tale: "Well, these people screwed up and we're all in trouble now, but if you the audience learn from their mistakes we might have a chance against the man-eating plant invasion." In the film version, the world is pretty much boned--giant Audrey II's are rampaging down the street, climbing up the Statue of Liberty, and there's nothing anyone can do about it. Pretty bleak ending for a musical comedy.

As for puppet vs. costume, both can be done well. The most recent production in my area did both, with a puppet on stage and the voice performer appearing on a catwalk and in other areas. It worked very well. (Also one of the Greek chorus trio was GNC, which was nice.)

[jasmyluv]

033. Sweet Nothing

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Of All People… - scaramouche x fem!reader smau

SYNOPSIS When you, a student who finds her best friend admits the terrors of high school. A best friend who’ve you’d hated ever since he left. Of all people, why was he the one to make you swoon, a person you swore to hate?

Fun facts!

I'm a Louis Patridge fan at heart

Super late Valentine's post hehe

Kaveh and Al haitham are [Name]'s juniors (if i said anything about the two being on the same grade, fuck that)

Teyvat high is like Sumeru Akademiya but it's for everyone so, it has the six darshans (Amurta, Rtawahist, Spantamad, Haravatat, Vahumana, and Kshahrewar)

I spelt Kshahrewar wrong there (pic 3) HEDUHAHAUJ

Taglist;

@viridescent-ivy @sakiimeo @ttoshiiroz @lxry-chxn @stopandget-help @r0ttenhearts @h-8chi @thenightsflower @killuixz @linn-a-a @vodkistt @raideneiari @yuyan @layla240 @barbatosfavouritenun @plinkuro @taikabae @beriiov @ghostxrism @rifran @elakari @kairxse @belovedxiao @alwaysmentallyill @mellowknightcolorfarm @xingyunclouds @scooofyaei @nambii @scaraapologist @samyayaya @kunikuzushisbeloved @dee-zbignuts @kaekazuha04 @monochromaticelliot @erosdevil @wisteriarain @kaoyamamegami @dazaiswifenicole @phoenix-eclipses @vivinsoul @vuvulia @r4yyyyy @cinnamontimecrunch @whatamidoing89 @aludicpoet @cindywasneverhere @vvasant @st0pthatsgay @kxr0mi @divinechicha @sketcheeee @wonderful-worlds

Author's note:

Happy very late Valentine's day and Happy belated birthday to me<3

[mwahkazu]

── ꒰ 💌 ꒱ mixtape delivery from: lyney & xiao

to: @ceneid .ᐟ

꒰ 📦 ꒱ your package includes: the 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘦 collection ( 3 songs + moodboard )

𖧧 🌷 ˒ message from yuomi: hii èl (≧∇≦) !! firstly want to say, happy belated birthday! apologies for the late message, i was actually working on your request the whole time in an attempt to get it out on your special day as a little gift from me to you! but as you can see..i ended up being late </3 IM SORRY AHSHWH ANYWAYS i hope you had an amazing birthday! thank you for requesting too, hope you like it :3

𓂃 interested in ordering? check out the event post!

( # ) MIXTAPE O1: LYNEY’S “MON AMOUR PLAYLIST”

❝ songs included: ditto - newjeans ⸝⸝⸝ miss americana and the heartbreak prince - taylor swift ⸝⸝⸝ we fell in love in october - girl in red

very cozy autumn-like vibes from ya’ll lemme just say // staying indoors on particularly chilly days and baking or cooking together // bf lyney who always insist on helping out in the kitchen // the type to throw flour at you just to mess around // the kitchen is a MESS afterwards but he’ll help clean dw // secret late night rendezvous’ together hehe // strolling through the park or riding a bike together // “my hands are cold” “i can help with that” proceeds to grab your hand and kiss it- // wants to know about your interests!! oh you like to draw? he wants you to teach him // oh did i mention you guys have a cat?

( # ) MIXTAPE 02: XIAO’S “SWEET DREAMS PLAYLIST”

❝ songs included: only - leehi ⸝⸝⸝ star - colde ⸝⸝⸝ apocalypse - cigarettes after sex

eclipse and moon dynamic with you two ( or star x moon! ) // bf xiao who will gladly read books with you // if you recommend him one he may not show that he’s interested in it but you’ll find him reading it for the next few days // will say he isn’t really good at baking but if you offer to do it alongside him…well he can’t no to you can he? // man’s has a weak spot for you fr // very attentive of your needs and such // can’t sleep? he’ll keep you company or try to help you // oh your shoes untied? it’s okay he’s got it // you both like to go out on the rooftop or somewhere where there’s no light pollution and stargaze together // you’ll be too distracted admiring the night sky to even notice how he’s looking at you like you’re his world ( which you are ) // that one cliche “it’s so beautiful!” “yea…it is..”

all photos are taken from pinterest and edited by me!

[mama-qwerty]

New Beginnings

For @doomfox

Happy (belated) birthday! &lt;3

This follows An Evening Yule Remember. Not officially 'canon', as I have a different way for them to come together in my verse, but I love the moments leading up to that first hint of romance so any excuse to write Callie x Wade!

~~~~~

The night was quiet. The Christmas tree lights twinkled in the corner, as a light snow fell outside. New Year’s Eve had rolled around once again, and this year was a special one for the head librarian of Green Hills public library.

Because this year, Callie MacPherson wasn’t spending it all alone, as she had for so many years past. This year, she had two sons and a best friend to ring in the new year with.

At least, that was the plan.

“You people celebrate your planet completing a full rotation around your sun?” Eclipse had said when she had told him and Silver about New Year’s Eve. The darkling lifted an eyebrow ridge, his muzzle twisted in confusion. “That’s dumb. Why do you do that? What’s the big deal? It’s dumb.”

“I think it sounds like fun!” Silver said, bringing his fists to his chest to give an excited shake. “Is there special food? Presents? Oh, are we gonna decorate??”

Callie shook her head. “No special food, no presents, and no decorating necessary, really.”

Eclipse scoffed. “Then what do you do on this holiday?”

“Stay up until midnight and make loud noise to ring in the new year.”

“I’m in.”

That had been a few days ago. All day today the boys had both been so excited, planning to stay up as late as they wanted and blow their little noisemakers Callie had (regretfully) bought them. They had blown them constantly until she made a rule that they could only do it once an hour. She’d never seen Eclipse so focused on the time before.

Wade had arrived a little after six. They shared an easy supper, and played a few card games as the last few hours of the year ticked away.

Now it was a little after eleven, a movie on the TV as Callie and Wade sat on the couch. Both boys were passed out in their laps—Silver in hers, Eclipse in his.

“So much for staying up all night,” she said with a smile. Her hands moved through Silver’s quills in slow strokes. “Best laid plans and all that.”

“They lasted longer than I thought they would,” Wade said, readjusting Eclipse against him. “They were so excited. I thought the adrenaline would carry them longer.”

She gave a little laugh. “Kids are just like that. Silver once fell asleep in the middle of a story he was telling me on the way home from the grocery store.”

“Wow.”

“They play hard, they crash hard.” She sighed, leaning her head back against the couch. “Couldn’t handle the absolute whirlwind of a party I throw here at the ol’ MacPherson house.”

Wade snickered. “The neighbors probably called the station about the noise when Eclipse won that round of Exploding Kittens.”

Callie snorted out a laugh, before clapping a hand over her mouth. She didn’t want to wake her boys. “God, that kid’s got a set of lungs on him.”

“Silver was so mad.”

“He got him back in Uno.”

Wade nodded, a smile on his lips. “He did.” He quieted for a moment. “You’ve got some good kids, Cal.”

Callie nodded, reaching over to run her knuckle over Eclipse’s muzzle. “Yeah. I do.” She smirked. “At least they give me a reason to stay up for New Year’s. Usually I’m in bed by now.”

“You never went out or anything?”

“Nah,” she said, shaking her head. “Was never close to anyone. Never wanted to be. Fine on my own and all that.”

He watched her, his brow furrowing slightly. “Sounds kinda lonely.”

She shrugged. She never really thought about it. It was just the way things were for her. Every day was like the last, and the next would be just the same. She was alone, but that’s what she wanted. Because she was scared of letting people get close.

And then Silver had literally crash landed in her life, which brought Wade in. Eclipse came a few months later, and now she had a family. Now she wasn’t alone.

But that didn’t mean she didn’t sometimes still feel like she was. Late at night, when both boys were in bed and the house was quiet, it was too easy to imagine herself all alone again. It was better when Wade was here, and she tried so hard to tell herself it was because he was distracting her from the quiet. Giving her another adult to chat with while the boys were off doing their kid thing.

Because she really didn’t want to think about the fact that there may be something more at play than simple companionship. That was a road she was terrified to go down.

Wade was her friend. Friendship was easy.

She didn’t want to complicate matters.

“What about you?” she asked, in a not so casual attempt to change the subject. “Any exciting stories from New Year’s Eves past?”

He gave a little laugh that was more sad than jovial. “Nah. I was usually in bed too, unless I was working.” He paused, sitting back to avert his gaze from hers. “Tom and Maddie would invite me over, but . . .” He shrugged. “Sometimes I felt really third wheelish.” He pulled his lips tight. “And no one wants to date the town idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot.” It came out immediately, no hesitation. “You’re not.”

Wade shrugged. “I know what people see when they look at me.”

“That’s not what I see when I look at you.”

A silent beat, and when Wade spoke next his voice was soft. “What do you see?”

Callie chewed her cheek. She didn’t want to say things that would sound overly generic as a kind of ‘cheer up, you’re great!’ kind of pick-me-up. He didn’t need cheering up, he needed honesty. He needed a boost to his confidence and to know that he wasn’t the village idiot that so many people—himself included—seemed to see him as.

“I see,” she started, and turned to look at him with narrowed eyes, as though she were truly examining him. “A man who tries his hardest, even though he feels anxious sometimes. I see a man who just wants to help others. Someone who wants to see the good in people, regardless of how they treat him. You are kind, and sweet, and honest, and would give a stranger the shirt off your back if they asked for it.”

She paused, locking eyes with him.

“No, you may not know everything. You may be confused about what’s going on sometimes. But if people look at you and just see that, then they’re the ones who are idiots. Because you, Wade Whipple, are so much more.”

A heavy silence descended over the two then, and they sat on the couch, gaze locked. Callie’s heart pounded in her chest, worrying she’d said too much, or made things really awkward between them now. Was that over the top? Had she gotten too serious? Broken the light mood they usually shared?

She was about to say something snarky to break this awkward silence when he spoke.

“Know what I see when I look at you?”

Her heart raced faster. “What?”

“I see someone who’s braver than she thinks. Someone who claimed she was fine by herself and didn’t need anyone, but took in two lost alien kids and love them like they were her own. Someone who’s kind, and smart, and caring, but takes no bull. You stand up for what’s right, you defend those who are in trouble, and would put yourself in harm’s way to keep others safe.”

He swallowed hard, pulling his lips tight as though wondering if he should continue.

“I see someone who tries to pretend she’s fine. That she doesn’t need help. But she does. I see how she struggles sometimes. I see the hair pulling and how she sometimes just stares off into space when she’s stressed. And I want to help. All she has to do is ask. Because she is so amazing, and she could do anything. And I want her to see that, too.”

Callie’s brain stopped functioning. His words were so heartfelt, his tone so genuine, she couldn’t come up with any kind of response that seemed appropriate. Her knee-jerk reaction was to make a joke, likely a self-depreciating one, or throw out some snark to shift the mood. But she resisted. It didn’t seem right to respond to what he’d said with humor.

But oh how her heart pounded.

They sat there, eyes locked, for a long moment, before an odd look passed over Wade’s face.

“Eclipse is drooling on me.”

It took a moment for the words to sink into Callie’s brain, and when they finally did she blinked, giving him a shocked look.

“Oh! Oh, okay. Let’s get these boogers to bed, huh?”

The two shifted to lift their respective child and headed upstairs to the bedrooms. Callie heaved a tension-relieving sigh. Leave it to Eclipse to break up an awkward moment, even while asleep.

~X~X~X~

Wade followed behind as Callie tucked her boys in, one by one. She settled them into their beds—or hammock, for Eclipse—and kissed their foreheads before tiptoeing out.

Once the boys were snuggled in, the two went back downstairs, and fetched a few drinks from the fridge. Callie kept his favorite beer on hand, and handed him a bottle as she pulled a wine cooler out for herself.

Wade had to admit, he was a little disappointed their conversation had been interrupted. It felt . . . important somehow. Like they were being real with each other. Not that they ever weren’t, but tonight just felt . . . different.

The atmosphere from their previous conversation broken, they chatted about this and that as they settled back on the couch. The TV was turned low, tuned to one of those “Rockin’ New Year’s Eve” countdowns that showed a huge crowed of people in Times Square.

“Now that,” Callie said, pointing with the top of her bottle, “is my idea of hell. All those people, all that noise? No thanks.”

Wade chuckled with a nod. “That’s a lot of people in one place. What if you’re in the middle of that crowd and have to go to the bathroom?”

“Right? No one thinks of those things,” she said, taking a sip. “Not that I understand the desire to go and be in a crowd like that. Just not my thing.”

“Me neither. I like smaller groups better. I don’t think there are that many people even living in Green Hills. I couldn’t imagine being responsible for that many people.”

Callie turned to him, her eyes narrowed slightly. “Did you always want to be a cop?” she asked, her voice light. “Little Wade Whipple, running around with his little Cracker Jack badge and writing parking tickets for the neighborhood?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “No, nothing like that. I . . .” He shrugged. “I didn’t know what I wanted to do when I was a kid. I just knew I wanted to help people. When Tom said he was going to become a police officer, I just kinda followed.”

“Is there anything else you would want to do now? If you were gonna start all over?”

Wade gave that some thought. In all honesty, he couldn’t imagine himself doing anything else. At least right now. He shook his head.

“Nope. I like where I am. I like helping people. And putting on the uniform helps me feel like I’m not just Wade. I’m Deputy Wade. And it makes me feel good.”

“You look damn good in uniform too, if I’m being honest.”

Wade looked over at her with wide eyes, and found her frozen, her eyes just as wide. She had apparently not realized what she said was out loud. A blush burned her cheeks, and she flicked her eyes from his to the drink in her hand.

“Hoo boy,” she said, a little nervous laugh in her voice. “I’m such a lightweight! Half a wine cooler in and it’s already gone to my head!” She laughed slightly, before clearing her throat into her fist. “You hungry? I’m hungry. I’m gonna grab some food.”

She was up before he responded, heading for the kitchen where he heard her pour some chips in a bowl. Her comment rang in his ears. Was that . . . ? Did she . . . ?

Wade wasn’t good with subtlety. It seemed like maybe there was something more in what she’d said, but it could have also been his imagination. People sometimes just blurted things out without thinking. Inappropriate things, snarky comebacks that are meant as jokes, that kinda stuff. And Callie was pretty snarky normally, so . . .

He tried to just ignore it.

“So what about you?” he asked as she came back in with the bowl. He snagged a few chips when she sat back down. “Did you always want to be a librarian?”

A little amused smile curled her lips, but he noted that the blush was still there. “While I’ve always loved books and learning and such, being a librarian wasn’t what I dreamt about when I was a little girl. This just kinda fell in my lap. It plays to my highly organized mind, and lets me help people in a more casual way than some official position.”

“So what did you dream about as a little girl?”

The blush on her cheeks burned hotter. “You’ll laugh.”

He smiled. “Promise I won’t.”

She flicked her eyes to his, before uttering a soft sigh. “I always wanted to be a dancer.”

Wade’s smile softened. “A dancer?”

She nodded, and when she spoke next her voice was soft. “I would see women on TV dancing, and always thought they looked so graceful. Ballet, jazz, tap, whatever. They moved their bodies so smoothly and beautifully. I always wanted to learn to do that, too.”

“Why didn’t you?”

A smirk pulled Callie’s lips and she gave a little laugh. “The unfortunate affliction known as ‘two left feet’. I don’t know what it is but I can’t dance to save my life. I trip and stagger and just make a fool of myself.”

He smiled and shrugged. “I can teach you.”

She gave him a look. “Doubtful. I am unteachable.”

“Nah, I don’t believe that.” Wade pulled out his phone and pulled up a slow tempo song, before placing it on the table and pushing himself to his feet. He held his hand out to her. “C’mon. It’s not that hard.”

“You’re serious.”

He nodded. “I’m serious. C’mon. Dance with me.”

Her blush flared hotter. Flicking her eyes between his offered hand and his face, Callie slowly reached up and placed her hand in his. Wade pulled her to her feet, pulling her gently in to lay a hand on her back.

A blush rushed to his face at the proximity, the closeness and feel of her against him. He cleared his throat, his voice soft. “Just listen to the music, and follow my lead.”

She nodded, and that blush never left her cheeks. It made her eyes look especially pretty, and Wade stumbled for a step or two before finding the right rhythm as he led her in a slow waltz.

He had to admit, she was right. She couldn’t dance. She tripped over her own feet, stepped on his, and nearly made them both topple over when she stepped the wrong way in a turn.

But they were both laughing.

They played through the song three times, and each time she seemed to get worse.

“Are you being this bad on purpose?” he laughed after the third try. “You only have two feet, you know. It’s not that hard to keep track of them!”

Callie responded with a laugh and little slap to his shoulder. “I told you! Woefully uncoordinated, that’s me. Hopeless lost cause. Quit while you still have feeling in your toes.”

Feeling confident, Wade pulled her back to him, a little smirk on his lips. “Never! I will teach you to dance, or die trying!”

She snorted out a laugh, bringing a hand to her forehead in a dramatic flare. “Oh, poor Wade Whipple! Done in by his own stubborn insistence to teach the waltz to someone with the grace of a drunken ostrich. Oh, he will be missed.”

Wade laughed with her, but tightened his arm around her. “Seriously, you’re overthinking this.”

She gave him a look. “I’m sorry, have you met me? Overthinking is practically my middle name.”

He shook his head, still smiling. “Well, tell your brain to take the night off. Listen to the music. Feel the rhythm. And for crying out loud, let me lead! You’re fighting me and making things worse.”

“Ugh! Fine.” She gave herself a little shake and blew out a sigh. “Okay. One more time.”

~X~X~X~

They quieted, letting the music fill the living room, flowing over them in smooth tones. Wade pulled her close again, his hand resting on the middle of her back. His hand around hers was so warm and soft.

She closed her eyes, focusing on the music. On the rhythm. As she did, something seemed to slip into place in her mind. They were no longer separate notes, they merged together to form a line. A path. She stepped on his toes twice, but then found her footing so to speak, and moved and swayed with him as he guided them along.

This was nice. Feeling his arm around her. His breath on her neck. The heat of his body as they danced. Although she received plenty of hugs from her boys, this was different. This made her feel . . . safe. Comfortable.

Callie opened her eyes and looked up at him. He caught her gaze, the two were frozen in time, in this moment. The hand on her back slipped lower, coming to rest above her waist. A little pressure and she was pulled closer to him, their bodies touching.

A blush ran up his neck, warming his face and ears. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Behind them on the TV, the crowd in Times Square were counting down.

10!

Their feet slowed.

9!

Wade turned them, so that the light from the Christmas tree caught in her eyes.

8!

She swallowed. Hard.

7!

The hand holding hers tightened slightly.

6!

Her free hand slid from his arm to his waist.

5!

He licked his lips.

4!

Her lips parted.

3!

He leaned forward.

2!

She tilted her head to the side.

1!

Happy New Year!

Their eyes closed.

Their lips met.

They were both trembling. Callie’s heart beat a manic pace in her chest, and she felt as though it were trying to burst through her rib cage and escape. Wade pulled her closer, and she felt his pounding just as hard.

But they did not pull away.

The world welcomed the new year in around them, and Wade and Callie stayed locked in their embrace. In their kiss. Their first kiss.

It was awkward and wonderful and terrifying and so, so gentle.

When they pulled back, they held each other to combat the tremble that still shook them both. Their eyes locked, and Callie opened her mouth to say something.

And that’s when an ear-piercing sound split the air.

“Happy New Year!” Eclipse called as he and Silver bounded down the stairs. Each held their noise makers and blew them as they rushed toward the couple.

Wade and Callie quickly released each other, stepping back just as each was hit with one alien child.

“You almost let us sleep through it!” Silver said, giving Callie a hug around the neck. “We almost missed it!”

“Yeah,” she said, her mind still not fully functioning. “S-sorry. You guys fell asleep.”

“Good thing I woke up!” Eclipse laughed, blowing his noisemaker again. “Nice job going around the sun, Earth!”

“Yeah, nice job!” Silver echoed.

“I wonder what will happen this year,” Eclipse said, hanging off of Wade’s shoulders. “Something exciting, I hope!”

Silver shrugged. “Last year I came to Earth and found a new family. Maybe this year will be even better!”

Callie and Wade exchanged a glance over the boys’ heads. The ghost of their blushes still warmed their cheeks, and they shared a small smile.

“Yeah,” Callie said, her blush warming again. “Maybe it will be.”

[fanforged]

belated happy eclipse day ❤️ remember to punch a firebender

[myothertardisisonthemun]

Happy (belated) birthday! I hope it was a good day. :)

Thanks! It wasn't too bad, I got a nice new jacket. will be celebrating with family fully on the weekend.

I hope the coming eclipse goes well for you!

[boombrothersasks]

*dumps chocolate on Eclipse* Happy Valentines Day! Make sure you share with your brother when he gets back.

"Somewhat belated, but not your fault, so I can dismiss it. Time works in strange ways here...not to mention the person running this is LAZY."

"But why should I have to share with him?! He ABANDONED MEEEEEE...FOR FOOD! Not like I wouldn't do the same," he chuckled. "But this is ME! His own brother! I'm not saving him anything."

"...Okay maybe just one."

[chainsaw-raven]

Happy belated wbw 💖

Tell me about your werewolves. How do they work? Do they have an origin story or myth? How did your chars get involved with them (if that's not too spoily)? Can they turn people or is it just a bloodline thing? Anything else you want to share?

(Yes this is late and yes I am going to be extremely dramatic about it)

Wolves

Many moons ago, In a land lost to time, At The  place where your mothers blood is from and her daughters bones will yearn for, there were woods. Thick, dense woods, with trees as broad as water wells, and as old as the young earth was

. A wood were the twisted tree branches towered high, intertwining into green cathedral ceilings.  A wood where the leaves blocked out the sun. An eternal eclipse to greet anyone who ventured in to far in. 

And Like in any self-respecting  wood, there were wolves. Great big wolves, larger than the greatest of your neighbors Danes. (The ones he keeps on teatherd to his yard by chains staked deep into the earth.)

Fully Unlike the wolves you’d meet in a forest tomorrow should you try and run away, for these were Wolves with silver coats, golden eyes,  and iron butcher knifes for Claws. 

These wolves were Friends of the fae. Some say they were fae. For With each full moon the wolves would turn from hungry beasts to heart-achingly beautiful men and women. Taller than mortals, with clearest of completions. Only with circumstance would you see how their hungry eyes held galaxies, and flashed gold in firelight. But by then it would be to late, your heart would already be breaking its way to broken. 

The wolves were swift and cruel. Ruthless and reliable when it came to revenge. They had few rules, but could be counted on to blind those who stole an eye. To break the hearts of those who broke theirs.

Creatures of the wood lived in balence if not peace. The vampyres, and the  fae, the wolves and the wayverns. The courts kept to themselves in peacetimes, warred when things went astray. Redrew lines they felt like crossing, and built up boundaries over time. There was a way of things that marched steadily on with each sunrise and sun sent.

That was, of course, until men marched the shores one fateful day at dawn. 

Men who stripped trees, set snares and sparked fires. Men who smelled of blood and ash. A musk of sweat and smoke. 

Eventually the men brought over their women and their wives, mothers carrying crying cubs. Humans is what they called themselves. 

All the creatures quickly learned that Men are a violent people and Feared the way their dark, wet eyes followed prey. Hatred brewed in the wake of human hunters arrows. 

They wanted the wolves silver pelts, their iron claws. They prized the golden eyes and bone white teeth. But no wolf could away it’s coat. No wolf was willing to throw away it’s sight. And so the humans hunted to meet the demands of desire. They’d have what the wanted for and wouldn’t have any other way.

The wolves though hunted, thought themselves safe. TThe only way to wound a wolf was with its claws. The only way to kill a wolf was with it teeth. Humans claws were small and brittle, their teeth short and dull, how dangerous could they be? The wolves sang as the barked laughs amoungst themselves. Oh how foolish they were. They forget themselves. Here would be their downfall for the wolves thought wrong.

You see, wolves only die in war. There’s no time to dig a grave during battle. Wolves are practical creatures: they leave their dead to rot.

A human cub (called a “child”) screamed like death when it found a Skeletal memory down stream. 

It’s mother yelled for the men, and they ran into the woods, spears barred and torched/ burning.

They found a wolf”s teeth. They plucked its claws. Iron didn’t burn a humans hand like it did fae. Humans didn’t respect the dead like a forest did. Humans couldn’t leave a thing to Rest In Peace for very long.

The humans switched sharpened stones on their spears for teeth. Tipped their arrows with talons.

The humans hunted the wolves once more, and soon success stepped up to meet them. 

By dawn seven wolves laid dead. 

By dusk seven pelts were laid out with leather.

Seven dead. A mother laying  next to her two pups. All three still. 

The image burned itself like a wood print behind the lids of golden eyes.

They wolves learned fear fast from them on. A hunger for rabbit quickly replaced with a taste for revenge.

The wolves planned and plotted as the moon waxed and wane. Until one sunrise after the blood moon was a full and blooming stain in the sky, seven beautiful humans walked into the villages, and were met with open arms. Their hearts open and wide. 

A hunter may forget a face, but a wolf always remember the smell of a foe.

Later, when the humans told this tale to their young, as warning of what’s in the woods, they’d christen these seven werewolves.

The Werewolves were found the hunters who had slain their kin easily. Though they were in no hurry to kill the hunters. It would be to kind of a fate for these monsters. 

No, The werewolves were after each hunter’s eldest child

.

The wolves have few rules.

Rule one: never harm a helpless pup.

But the humans had killed theirs in cold blood first. Besides, the eldest of each brood wernt shy of adulthood by very much. Some had already killed. 

Each of seven werewolves kissed a hunters heir. 

Each of the hunters heir fell madly in love. 

The youths spent their day with wolffish 

loves. Breathing hot breath while sweet nothings greeted ears. Fingers and legs intertwined as the human hearts bloated big. Cracking ever so slightly as the wolves pushed and pulled at the seams. If only those poor doomed souls knew the taste on their lips was the sweet kiss of death . 

If only the humans knew that the seven kissed would soon be the seven driven mad. The seven driven mad who’d all be dead in three weeks time.  

The wolves left as the sun rose again. Their loves had only had a day and night to be enchanted, but enchanted they were. The werewolves walked into the wood, leaving only a trail of footprints giving way to the fast marks of muddy paws in their wake. 

The rising sun should have blinded anyone who dared to watch them leave but the Severn heirs refused to let their hearts break, and followed the trails into the wood. Blinded by the blaring sun and deafened by their beating hearts, they would search for their lost loves. 

The young hearts were dealing with powerful magic, a type of spell that only can be broken with sacrifice of the greatest kind. The young humans hearts were foolish and naïve , easy prey to the old and wise Wolf”s mind.

The wolves knew the human heirs would follow their hearts into the the woods. The wolves a knew the heirs wouldn’t be coming back

The humans romed the woods hunting for their runaway hearts, but wolves were trained at skirting hunters. 

they kept out of sight, as the humans ravaged in the woods. Branches pulling hair, brambles ripping clothes. Grass stained and muddy, minds nearly lost, with hearts already broken. 

The human heirs didn’t care for anyone or anything now. What they were searching for was long gone, and soon they’d be too. As they dug up roots and snatched at leaves they forget to eat. Forgot to drink. 

Until one by one, each heir fell and found they couldn’t get up and hey each fell asleep for the very last time. Falling fast into An eternal slumber they’d never wake from, as their souls rose to join the stars, and their bodies tuned to dust one more.

 Revenge is a sweet tasting thing when hungry. The meat of a broken heart can fill up a ravished stomach.

The wolves feasted well that night.

~ taken off the wip draft

[cookierunrebaked]

Progress Update (04/08/2024)

Happy belated birthday to me, and happy solar eclipse to everyone in its range! …Pity the two days couldn't line up, but oh well. Anyways, here's some stuff related to the project we got done in the weekend!

GingerBrave's Tale: Page 58 is DONE! Take a look in #solidified-ideas on the Discord, or y'know, just look at this sneak peek:

Panel 4: Shot of Fairy thinking, as GingerBrave stands beside her. "Hmm… I've heard the sounds of waves pass through there, but I've never been there myself… I couldn't tell you if it's a lake, or something else. Though, I think something passed through there rather recently…? I wasn't awake when that happened, though… "

City of Wizards 1: Pages 35a and 35b have drafts! …Yes, 2 pages, there was no way to tie these together. Have a sneak peek from one:

Panel 2b: Shot of Wizard dramatically raising his wand, similar angle to Panel 1b. Wizard: "…I suppose we'll have to make up a plan B as we go."

[yourmoonmomma]

Hello !!! Not here for a reading but maybe for some advice? It’s my birthday today and I’m away from home for uni but I don’t really know many people here so I’m spending today most likely on my own, and I was looking for things to do. There is also a new moon and an eclipse happening these days if I’m not wrong so I was wondering if there is a ritual that I could do? Would a release ritual be a good idea? Like releasing the past and clearing the way for new things to come ? Also thank you for everything, even tho I haven’t been on tumblr for a while and when I asked you things I was on anon, you helped me a lot through these past few years and I’m grateful for it. Have a nice day😊 ac♏️

Hi AC, and happy belated birthday! I'm so sorry I didn't answer this sooner:(( I hope you had a super lovely birthday!

A release ritual is absolutely a good idea! I like to do both a ritual for release, and one for manifestation (or at least just opening myself up to the future opportunities) around my birthday, and eclipse energy will definitely lend itself to a more powerful ritual! So yes, I'd say that is a very good idea.

Lots of love my dear!

[celticcrossanon]

Happy belated birthday:) My husband’s birthday is today, the lunar eclipse was last night and in my area the past few days there has been a barometric pressure roller coaster with thunderstorms and temperature changes. My husband suffers from weather triggered migraines and i get tension headaches. I don’t blame you one bit for feeling unsettled and frazzled because i feel the same. I guess i am trying to say you are not alone CC. ;)

Hi Nonny,

Happy Birthday to your husband from me. :)

The weather has been up and down temperature wise here as well, and that always sets all my physical disabilities aching. I feel for you and your husband with your headaches/migraines, and I hope things settle down for you soon.

Thank you for the support. <3 It always helps to know that I am not alone.

[mama-qwerty]

Weird Company

For @katlyntheartist / @anartistwhowrites

Happy (belated) birthday, Katlyn! <3 ~kisses~

~~~~~

Jojo followed along behind the group, and couldn’t help but stare.

She was looking at a real, live alien.

Well, she supposed that was a redundant thought. Her cousins were real live aliens, too. They walked ahead of her as they headed toward the gas station, the echidna leading the way, while Sonic and the other hedgehog—Silver—chatted behind him. Tails hovered close to Sonic, listening in on their conversation, nodding and adding something when he thought of it.

She loved her cousins, and was thrilled when her mother allowed her to spend a few weeks with them this summer. Her mother had a love/hate relationship with Uncle Tom, but after the ‘wedding incident’, as they’d come to call it, she’d realized she’d been too focused on her anger at Tom for ‘taking her sister away’, instead of seeing just how much Maddie loved him.

So Rachel had tried to be . . . better. They weren’t besties or anything, but at least she stopped making comments to Aunt Maddie about divorcing Tom and such. Jojo appreciated a little more calm in her little world.

She’d only arrived a few days ago, but was already loving her say with her aunt, uncle, and cousins. And she’d even met two more aliens! Another hedgehog and a . . . darkling. Whatever that was.

And she couldn’t stop staring at it.

But it looked more alien than any of the others. Reptilian with weird eyes and leathery skin and claws and sharp teeth and a long, sharp tail. She’d seen movies with aliens that look a lot like him, and they were always bad. She knew she shouldn’t judge someone just by how they looked, but he just looked so . . . scary.

Now he turned and looked at her, one eyebrow ridge cocked in annoyance.

“Why do you keep staring at me like that?”

Jojo flicked her eyes away quickly, her cheeks burning. “Sorry.”

“Well cut it out. My mom says staring is rude.”

“I said I was sorry,” she snapped, crossing her arms. “You sound pretty rude yourself.”

“He always sounds like that,” Silver said as he walked backwards to fall in line with them. “Don’t take it personally.”

“I wasn’t staring,” she said, trying desperately to shake the feeling of guilt. Why was she judging Eclipse just based on what he looked like? She wasn’t that kind of person. “I’m just . . . trying to figure out what a darkling is.”

“Black Arms,” he said, and his tone seemed a weird combination of pride and sorrow.

“What’s a Black Arms?”

Eclipse didn’t answer right away. “Conquerors. We . . . they invade planets and take all the resources before moving onto the next.”

Jojo was quiet for a moment. “That sounds . . . terrible.”

The darkling didn’t respond.

“So . . . how did you end up on Earth?”

More silence.

“He doesn’t know,” Silver said, his voice soft. “He just woke up in the woods one day. He came to our house because he was hungry and hurt and . . .” Silver pulled his lips tight when Eclipse threw him a side-eye. “It was a whole . . . thing. But Mom took him in and now he’s my brother.”

Jojo looked between the hedgehog and darkling. These two seemed so different from her cousins. She knew all of these guys had hard childhoods, but Silver and Eclipse seemed to still be dealing with the fallout from theirs. Sure, she knew Knuckles endured the terrible loss of his entire tribe, Sonic lost his guardian, and Tails was all alone, but their lives now with Tom and Maddie seemed to have helped them work through their issues regarding those traumas.

But Silver and Eclipse hadn’t been on Earth all that long, and were still struggling. And her heart went out to them.

“Well, you seemed to have ended up in the right place,” she said, trying to lighten the mood. “My mom says everything happens for a reason. Maybe Earth is where you should have been all along.”

Silence for a beat, then Eclipse spoke, his voice soft. “I was created as the greatest weapon for the Black Arms army. My only purpose was to ensure our victory over any enemy.” He paused, pulling his lips tight. “But all I did was fail.”

“No, nuh uh,” Silver said, shaking his head. “Remember what Mom says. ‘What you are is not who you are.’ C’mon, Eclipse. You’re not a weapon or whatever. You’re just a kid heading to the gas station to get more ice for the picnic back at the Wachowski’s. Lighten up.”

The darkling turned to scowl at his brother. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Then stop being a dork,” Silver said, sticking his tongue out.

“You’re the dork.” Eclipse’s forked tongue poked out in return.

“If you dorks are done complimenting each other back there,” Sonic called as they neared the gas station doors, “we’re here. Let’s grab what we need and get back. I needs me some chili dogs.”

~X~X~X~

The crew filed into the gas station, and Knuckles assumed the role of taskmaster. He held the short list of what they needed, while Tails held the money. The three split up and went to fetch their assigned item, while Silver and Eclipse took off in opposite directions. Silver had found a display of plushies, petting the softest of them as he browsed.

Jojo kind of didn’t know what to do with herself, so she followed Eclipse. The darkling sniffed at the beef jerky display, wrinkling his muzzle and uttering “Stale” at her questioning look. Then he flicked his claws over some keychain displays, before heading toward the slushie machine.

Eclipse came to a stop before he reached the machine, and seemed to think about something. He turned, heading to the rotating hot dogs, and flicked his tail up to snag one off the rail. In what looked to be a well practiced move, he brought his tail around and popped the meat into his mouth, tearing it to shreds with his sharp teeth.

“Uh,” Jojo started, looking back at the guy behind the counter watching all this go down. “Is he . . .?”

The attendant waved a hand. “Does it all the time. His mom has an agreement with the manager that he gets one hot dog and one five second chug from the slushie machine once a week. She foots the bill at the end of the month.”

Jojo stared at him. “He drinks directly from the machine?”

He shrugged. “As long as he doesn’t put his mouth on it, what’s the harm?”

She turned in time to see Eclipse hop up on the machine, positioning his mouth beneath the dispenser. He opened wide and pulled the handle, releasing a stream of blue syrupy ice into his awaiting gob.

The counter attendant counted down from five, and when he reached zero Eclipse obediently flicked off the stream and hopped down. He gave himself a shake—the cold probably wasn’t great for his seemingly cold blooded physiology—before walking over to join Silver at the plushie bin.

“Mom’ll flip if you come back with another one of those,” he said, flicking his eyes into the bin. “She says you have enough.”

Silver gasped in mock horror. “There’s no such thing as enough plushies!”

Jojo gave a giggle as she walked over to join them. “I’ll get the same one you do, and we’ll say they were twins and we didn’t want them to be split up. She can’t be mad at that logic.”

The hedgehog’s eyes lit up. “Good idea!”

Eclipse smirked, nodding his head. “Sneaky. I like you.”

“Thanks!”

“Okay, gang,” Sonic called as he and his brothers moved toward the door. He and Tails each carried a bag, while Knuckles had two bags of ice hefted onto his shoulders. “Ready to head back?”

“One sec,” Jojo said as she headed toward the register to pay for her plush. Silver followed, and soon the group headed back toward the Wachowski home.

“Your mom’s right, you know,” she said, looking over at Eclipse.

His brow pinched in a question. “Huh?”

“What you are is not who you are. You can’t change your species. But you can decide what kind of person you want to be. How you want to act.”

The darkling seemed to think about this for a moment, before shrugging. “I just wanna be me.”

Jojo smiled. “Then be you,” she said with a little laugh. “You’re the only one who can be. So be you. Be the most you you can. Have fun and don’t think about whatever they wanted you to be. You’re you. And that’s all that matters.”

A small smile curled Eclipse’s lips, and he nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

“A little less you would be good some days,” Silver called, snuggling his new plush. “You can be kinda annoying sometimes.”

“At least I’m not a dork all the time like you.” The two exchanged a mocking sneer, before Silver turned back to talk to Sonic again.

Jojo snickered at this display of sibling taunting. Alien or not, they were pretty normal kids, and she was going to have a lot of fun on her visit.