#inverted sky

[snailsaresnails]

About to go to sleep but I drew my dragon boy skid

The real boy:

[miammey]

Combining two AUs with an inverted fish Jouno

[wolfram-afternoons]

coursemate confused about the meaning of pansexual – in the corner sit i, mostly yearning to be hit

[pumpkinpatchgarden]

A collection of sketches from the last two months, trying to get more comfortable in drawings again and find out more about my characters. With some of them due certain circumstances I'll have to re-work the story and put them in different places, but still. The sketches include: Lyric (from wich I drew the wrong covered eye in most of the sketches...) from the Inverted AU preparing for her wand ceremony with her parents, queen Skywynne Butterfly and Sir Gavin Gem-Robin Twyla, Ophelia and Lyric pondering about their insecurities ideas of the trio's favorite foods, but that may change la creatura(tm) edition, uncolored Twyla and Chloe, a canon character elevated to second protagonist of the Meteora AU, her only change being that she's two years older (16) and now has a more ethnic hairstyle ideas for winter clothes, including my starco kid Sky Lyric from the Inverted AU meeting the Lyric from my canon/normal past queens line Duskwynne, Skywynne's sister both in the canon AU (where she dies) and the Inverted AU (where she's still alive) a lineup of characters that I was going to use, but now have to find other stories to put them in, in order they are: Phoenix (he/him), Aelia (she/her), Bellatrix (she/her), Cassandra (any pronouns), Ganymede (she/her) and Vanessa (she/her), also all the wands were designed by aannddrreeww08 sketches of Cassandra as a kid and one of Bellatrix's recurrent nightmares Vanessa (blonde in a ponytail) was designed by me! Duskwynne (smoking woman), Ophelia (albino with inverted spades), Twyla (ginger with one eye covered) and Sky (book cheekmarks) were designed by @artadorkable Bellatrix (black hair, purple clothes) was designed by @xx-simpfulstar-xx Aelia (giving the middle finger) was designed by @xxsilver-starxx Lyric (pink version) was designed by @neonartistycauseidk the rest were designed by people on deviantart, if I post about them individually I'll put credits or I'll clutter too much of this space

[leguin]

read maylis de kerangal's eastbound (trans. jessica moore) today...the way she describes the landscape. insane.

[honing-skills-for-the-end]

Look at this, i don't know which pictures are inverted or if you can even see that they're inverted in colour but they are to me.

They probably aren't to you though because well, i thought it was just sky but..

My phone is also inverted and once again idk if you can see it as I do. If I had another device I'd take a picture of my phone to show ya'.

[floraviola]

Infrared landscape

(Click on image for better quality)

[paperplns]

#inverted #invertedphotography #invertedcolors #sun #sunphotography #astrophotography #sky #skyphotography #cloudysky #cloudy #zoomphotography #mobilephotography #phonephotography #withgalaxy #instacraiova #fuseivazuipozai https://www.instagram.com/p/CmeIZFNoP6r/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[cosmicfocus]

The Star Adventurer Part 2

Eliminating Star Trailing in Wide Field Astro-photography Recap My previous article, The Star Adventurer Part 1, was about the Sky-Watcher Star Adventurer in its most basic form. This second post builds on that and will show how I am redeploying processes which were developed using my refracting telescope to improve the basic Star Adventurer performance. New Techniques The following…

[flawless-imperfections]

Sky made their own little hide at the front out of dried moss and web and it’s the cutest thing ever🥹

[thesadboy]

Heirs to the Crystal Empire, aka I gave Flurry Heart siblings

Their names are Noble Heart (earthie), Sky Shield (pegasus) and Spell Shield (unicorn). Sky and Spell are twins, with Sky being a few minutes older.

Some more info below👇

Flurry actually takes more after her dad’s build when she grows up, while Noble takes after their mom. So as adults, Flurry is bigger and more muscular, while Noble is much more lithe.

Noble has a bit of an inferiority complex. For a long time, it was just him and Flurry and between the two of them, it’s safe to say Flurry pretty much won the genetic lottery. Having an alicorn for an older sister can often leave you in her shadow, especially if you have neither wings nor magic to wow others, which was exactly where Noble found himself. It left him feeling insecure and wishing he could add up to be a “worthy” heir to.

Noble gets along best with his cousin Bright Star, the both of them being younger earth pony brothers to an alicorn prince/princess.

The twins are frequently mistaken to be Twilight’s kids instead of her niece and nephew, it’s come to the point that it’s second nature for them to clarify that they’re Cadance and Shining Armor’s children.

Flurry and Noble were teenagers by the time their younger siblings were born, making for a huge age gap between them and the twins. Unlike with their cousins though, they have a close relationship with them. Flurry absolutely dotes on and spoils the twins while Noble takes his role as their protector and mentor very seriously.

Cadance’s alicornhood has had an interesting effect on the twins. Sky has some latent unicorn abilities in the form of weak teleportation magic, which allows her to teleport an object she has touched, though she can only teleport it to somewhere within a 20 mile radius. Spell’s latent pegasus abilities come in the form of being able to walkon clouds even without any cloudwalking spells, though only for 20 minutes at a time.

Noble spends lots of time with his aunts, and because of his insecurity, he really threw himself into his princely lessons and training in the hopes he could measure up to his sister. His great-aunts, whom he affectionately calls “Auntie Celly” and “Auntie Loony”, try to reassure him that he doesn’t need to keep pushing himself. Though on his particularly bad days, these well-meaning attempts at reassurance can make him feel like they’re pitying him, which just makes him push himself even more.

Sky likes spending time with her great-uncle (via marriage) Discord, even calling him “Chaos Uncle.” Discord is absolutely enamoured with the little pegasus and likes teaching her various pranks that she can pull. It’s because of this that she’s become a playmate and best friend of Flutters’ youngest child, Angel Cloud, whose family visits the Royal Family whenever possible.

Spell has a huge sweet tooth like his great-aunt Celestia, but in his case, he loves cupcakes. Whenever the Pie family comes to visit to either bake or cater for the Royal Family, he always asks for a cupcake from Pinkie, who’s always happy to oblige. He’s also made a friend from these visits in the form of Pinkie’s youngest kid, Chicory Root.

[drfeelgreed]

tag drop 003.

the witch's son. / huey laforet. the mask maker. / monica campanella. all the passengers dance in a garden of bullets. / aging. the boy magician evokes smiles with lies. / luchino b. campanella. the immortals are in a travelling mood. / denkuro togo. the odd family is awkward. / ennis.

the lonely world. / ronny schiatto. the fun yet sad world. / graham specter. the inverted world. / upham. my world. / claudia walken.

'are you interested in immortality?' / renee parmedes branvillier.

the despairing boy wants to step out into the sky. / mark wilmens. gunmeister smith makes his comeback with nobody the wiser. / laz smith.

[emofeelingsad]

un cropped stars 2 🕵️‍♂️, the white splotch in the bottom is a tree

[gwen-hemoxia]

Nights

[tpwrtrmnky]

lockdown

[ID 1: Three-panel comic, first out of four, with crudely drawn stick people.

Panel 1: The sky is blue and peaceful, with some clouds. Someone says "Ah..."

Panel 2: An orange person with dog ears is laying on the grass.

Orangepup Dogsaturated: "Despite the weirdness, it's nice here.

I think... I'm enjoying my fate as an orangepup dogastur-"

They are interrupted by barking.

Orange: "Huh?"

Panel 3: A green person with dog ears and a tail, who is holding a gun, stands over Orange. There is a tree in the background and some windmills on top of a hill in the distance. The barking continues.

Green: "Comrade Hot Pink is sounding the alarm. Come quick. We're going on lockdown."

Orange: "Huh? What are we-"

Green: "No time. Now."

ID 2: Three panel comic continuing from above.

Panel 1: Orange is led by Green down some stairs from outside.

Orange: "What's going on? Expository doctrine please?"

Green: "It's too dangerous. Safety first, explanation after."

Panel 2: Green shuts a vault door as Orange and a blue person with dog ears and sunglasses, as well as some sort of bandolier and a walkie-talkie, watches. The room is a plain beige with a simple ceiling light.

Green: "There."

Orange: "ok can someone explain now"

Blue: "Allow me."

Panel 3: Zoom in on Blue, who looks down dramatically.

Blue: "You must understand, young Orange. As much as we wish to trust you, there are circumstances where safety for the commune comes first.

We are aware that you have certain... Rhetorical susceptibilities, and so could not risk having you make contact with them."

Orange: "Who? Who are they?"

Blue: "One who destroys discourse."

End ID 2, begin ID 3.

Three panels once again.

Panel 1: A split view of a loft and the bunker. A hot pink person with fluffy ears is speaking on the walkie-talkie, while an onyx-colored person with dog ears and long claws is aiming a rifle out the window.

Hot Pink: "Comrade Blue. Onyx is ready. Do we have majority ethical consent?"

Blue: "Take the shot. If we later vote against, I will take accountability for the decision myself."

Orange: "What"

Panel 2: A view of Onyx staring down the scope of the rifle from outside of the window, as Blue narrates.

"You must understand, Orangepup Dogsaturated.

There are many who despise us. Many who would do anything to see us destroyed."

Panel 3: The narration continues from a view from the outskirts of the farm area. A mountain is in the distance, and a pair of grayscale legs are in the foreground, framed by some tree trunks.

"The horrific lesson we have learned...

Is that there is no low that outsiders can be trusted not to sink to.

And the danger of this interloper lies in their ability to provide others with all the excuses they need to justify their hatred."

Interloper: "I..."

End ID 3, begin ID 4. You know what this image is by now.

Panel 1: The Most Illiterate Person Alive, a grayscale individual wearing a book on their head, emerges from the woods, saying: "I am the most illiterate person ali-"

They are cut off by a view of Onyx pulling the trigger, which results in a view of the bullet going straight through the head of the most illiterate person alive, emerging in a shower of gore.

This continues to be a crudely drawn stick people comic.

Panel 2: Inside the barn loft, Hot Pink and Onyx are contacting the others.

Hot Pink: "Comrade Blue, we've confirmed a direct hit! Target eliminated!"

Onyx: "Wait. There's movement."

The Most Illiterate Person Alive: "Holy.

Fucking.

Shitfuck."

Panel 3: A front view of The Most Illiterate Person Alive, blood seeping out of the hole in the front of their face. They are framed in darkness and surrounded by a menacing red glow.

The Most Illiterate Person Alive: "I cannot believe"

The text color is inverted and changes to a more hostile font.

"You actually thought that you had any chance of killing me?"

End ID.]

Start - Previous - Next

[arctrooper69]

Mine

Here's my piece for the wonderful @isaidonyourknees for the @cloneficgiftexchange! So sorry it's a day and a half late! 😂😅

Warnings: Suggestive spice (nothing explicit), unwanted advances, jealousy, angst

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"Leave me alone, Crosshair." The order meant to be snappish slipped out instead with a tired sigh.

"No," came the reply.

You sighed again as you felt him shift and sit down a few feet away. No more words were exchanged - the silence felt both peaceful, yet suffocating.

"Why are you up here pouting?" He finally spoke.

You glanced at him sharply. "I'm not pouting!"

"Yes you are."

"No. I'm not!"

He huffed dryly. "Sure looks like it to me."

"Hunter benched me!"

Crosshair shifted and sighed, "It's for your own good."

You scoffed, "And how would you know what's good for me?"

"You're exhausted. You're off your game."

"I'm fine. I feel fine."

He sighed again and you could practically feel him rolling his eyes. "That constant tapping of your foot and the way you're shaking tells me you're trying to run on stims and caf."

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. "And how would you know?"

He was silent. "Because I've done the same thing."

"So that makes you think you're better than me?"

"No."

You crossed your arms, turning away from him. “I’m still not pouting.”

“Sure.”

You glared at him out of the corner of your eye. “Just go away.” This time the words did deliver the sharp edge you’d wanted before, but now you weren’t sure it was exactly what you wanted.

You didn’t know what you wanted.

“Fine, came the equally snappish response. Crosshair stood and headed back down the wooded trail. A sudden disappointment threatened to overtake you and a heat burned in the back of your throat as you tried to swallow it back.

“Crosshair wait…” you called out, turning to face him as he paused and turned back.

“What?”

“I…” You stopped. No. Crosshair had better things to do than to deal with emotions that you yourself couldn’t even decipher. “Nevermind.”

For a second he paused, almost as if waiting for you to once again change your mind. He shook his head and turned around once again, disappearing into the woods, leaving you on your own.

Fine. It’s fine. You’d asked for privacy and that’s exactly what he gave you. Yet, it felt lonely nonetheless.

Crosshair was confusing to say the least. One moment it felt like he was trying to make an emotional connection, and the next he acted like he wanted nothing to do with you.

The roar of engines echoed through the trees from the base of the hill as the Marauder soared into the sky and disappeared into the atmosphere.

***

It seemed like forever ago that you'd met the surly sniper on a job. It was forever ago. So much had changed since a heated exchange of angry words led to a moment of heedless passion. One night. A romance ignited by the very intensity that divided you. The same fingers that rested pompously on the trigger of a rifle soon pulled through tangled hair and moved with purpose against your warmth. Tongues once sharp and taunting, now slotted through parted lips with desperate pleas for more.

And then it was over. Back to the cold realities of war. No words were spoken, only awkward avoidances and inverted eyes.

Talk to me, you'd wanted to say. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.

Perhaps that's all it was to him. Maybe you'd given him everything he wanted in that moment. Maybe that's all you were to him - a distraction - a soldier's relief from the stress of a never ending war.

You'd wanted to say something but the words wouldn't come. Then the galaxy changed and as the Republic fell, so did your hopes.

And now after so long, he was back.

***

It was nearing dusk before you finally pushed yourself from the ground and headed back down the path.

Fueled by a growing sense of hunger and the need to be around others, you found yourself walking towards the local cantina.

The music blared from somewhere above, pumping a bass that rattled your bones.

Despite the club-like atmosphere the lighting was dim, illuminating the same bar scene that haunted almost every planet in the galaxy.

The air was thick with the scent of spice and the sound of raucous laughter. You sat at the bar, nursing a drink. Despite the bustle, it still felt lonely.

“Hey there, sweetheart.”

Fingers ran across your back as you spun around to face the unfamiliar voice.

A large nikto smiled drunkenly over at you as he leaned against the bar.

“You look lonely. You here alone?”

His breath reeked of alcohol. “You're real pretty,” he slurred, reaching out to grab your arm.

You jerked away, shooting him a glare. "Back off," you growled, voice barely audible over the din of the crowd.

The nikto persisted, his grip tightening. "Come on, don't be like that.”

“Dude,” you rolled your eyes, “leave me alone.”

He sighed, seemingly annoyed at your refusal.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn't be alone in a place like this. Let me at least walk you home, baby.”

“Don't call me that,” You spat, wrenching your arm from his grip.

His jaw stiffened as he stood up straighter.

“You should be more grateful that I'm even giving you the time of day, bitch!”

Now it was your turn to stand. The nikto grabbed your arm again. Your fingers curling into a fist, ready to strike the stupid smirk from his drunken face.

"She's not yours to touch."

A familiar voice growled from behind as the nikto’s hand was wrenched from your arm with a cry of pain.

Crosshair.

What was he doing back already? You turned to face him standing behind you, expression dark and dangerous. His hand rested on the blaster at his hip, ready to draw at a moment's notice.

The nikto's eyes narrowed. “And who do you think you are, asshole?”

Crosshair glowered, taking a menacing step forward. “I'm the guy who's going to put an extra hole in you if you don't leave immediately.”

The nikto paused, unsure if he was bluffing or not.

Crosshair clicked the safety off, loosening the blaster from its holster.

"I'm not gonna ask you again," he said, voice low and threatening.

The nikto had enough. “Geez, okay fine! I'm leaving!”

Without another word, he turned and fled, disappearing into the crowd.

You stood silently watching as Crosshair stepped forward, his practiced eyes scanning every inch of you.

“Are you alright?” He asked, “Did he hurt you?”

You let out a shaky breath, “No,” you murmured, “I'm fine.” A smile flitted across your face as you looked up.

Honey brown eyes stared sharp, pierced with concern and something else.

Jealousy?

“Good.” He replied. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something more but couldn't find the courage to do so.

But this time something rose within your own chest, warm and encouraging.

“Crosshair?” The words came timidly despite their bold intent.

He looked sharply, “What?”

“What did you mean by that? ‘She's not yours to touch’?” You asked. His hand, still on your arm, gripped a bit tighter, pulling you close. Something flashed in his eyes. It wasn't the hardness you'd come to expect from him.

“It means you're mine. You've always been mine.”

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