#prelude of light

[srahviola]

I've spent basically the last month working almost non-stop on these drawings for my recital, and I'm really proud of how they all turned out! It was a challenge to do such detailed backgrounds 😱😱😱

(I did not draw the logo myself, that would've taken too long 😖)

[changeling-rin]

DLinktober, Day 10 - Disguise

Art by ThatNerdyHylian from the DL Discord! That's the Prelude of Light, right?

The artist says: "Ocarina and a disguised Zelda."

[uwudonoodle]

My neighbor is outside shoveling show while whistling the Prelude of Light.

[theficpusher]

Kiwi by dimpled_halo | M | 6080 The last place Louis expects to see Harry again after ten years is performing at a music festival in Chicago.

the one who stays and the one leaving you by dragmedown | M | 10315 Fuck. He had just slept with none other than Harry Styles. ⛸️ OR the stolen hoodie and lost panties AU

A Few Very Good Mistakes by louisandthealien | nr | 12172 He almost wishes there were a better story. "Fucked up pop star ends five day bender by wandering into a dive bar alone and passing out in public." That would've generated press, he thinks, and if there's one thing that's constantly on his mind (or more accurately, on the mind of everyone else around him) it's that all press is good press, and good press is good press but bad press is great press. Besides, he's 25 and trying to do the whole transition from boyband to solo pop star. He's pretty sure a press-fueled meltdown is, like, a right of passage. The truth, alas, is a whole lot more boring. --- Louis falls asleep in Harry's bar. Harry takes him home to hang out.

Prelude to Forever by AlwaysAqua | M | 13503 @StylinHarry: So I kinda fell for a boy yesterday at #ChiPride. Kissed & fireworks went off. Literally. He’s a drama teacher. Goes by “Louis” but I prefer Sunshine. Very pretty. The prettiest. Got separated & I’m a fucking idiot who forgot to get his number. Anyone know him? #helpfindsunshine Or, Louis and Harry meet at Pride in Chicago and spend the day falling for each other before getting accidentally separated.

Soup Of The Day by jacaranda_bloom | E | 19958 It had been the single minded goal for them since college and seemed simple enough. 1. Study hard. 2. Open their dream restaurant. 3. Take the culinary world by storm. What could possibly go wrong? Or the Restaurant AU where Louis and Niall are chefs, Chicago is windy, and cracking the big time is harder than they ever imagined. But when a mysterious man starts grading Louis' soups by leaving little piles of rocks, could it be just the thing they need to get them on the road to success?

i talk out loud like you're still around by vaultingus | M | 24693 photographer!louis / model!harry chicago, u.s. louis sighs into empty air and takes pictures for indie labels and promises himself he’ll be better this time. harry still has pink lips but they used to smile so much more and he does his best work when he’s in a war with the camera. it’s hard to be found when you don’t think you’re lost.

Bitter Ends Turn Sweet by allwaswell16 | E | 30164 It had been four years since Harry first heard the song his ex wrote about him and far longer since they broke up. He forgave Louis long ago, and now his life was focused on his career, his family, and especially his son, Max. But Louis was back in Chicago, after all this time, and he’s not an easy man to ignore. Or a songfic inspired by the song Chicago

You're the Light by allwaswell16 | E | 31285 Before beginning a new graduate school in the fall, Louis Tomlinson decides to spend the summer working in Chicago as an editor’s assistant for the Chicago Tribune newspaper and staying with his old college roommate. What he finds on his first day of work is a tall, gorgeous editor named Harry who has the most beautiful green eyes he’s ever seen—and who also happens to be his new boss.

In The Name of Being Honest by sunflouwerhabit, therogueskimo | M | 123563 Back at his desk, Louis closed his eyes for a moment, trying to settle into the reality of this. He was leaving the UK for only the second time in his life. Suddenly, the holiday he took to Spain three summers ago felt like it paled in comparison. He was going to the U.S. - for work, it was true, but still - alone. He’d been all for seizing the moment when his boss had been looking at him with a gaze of steel, but now he felt vaguely nauseous. Louis took several shaky breaths, feeling like the air was being sucked from the room, and opened the manila folder, laying it flat on his desk. His breath caught as he saw the destination, centered in a large, block font at the very top of the first page: Robinson Publishing - Chicago, Illinois, United States of America. ~~~ After two years of living in an everlasting cycle of work, sleep, and regret, Louis finds himself wandering brand new streets perpetually haunted by the ghosts of his past. The Chicago Fic.

[radracer]

Honda Prelude BB6

@thesakuraprelude

[lesbianelizabethfrankenstein]

actually thinking abt love in dave malloy’s work in general. like. love is everything physical that you feel and that you see and you have to believe in it or or doesn’t mean anything and it’s cosmic and it’s comets and looking through your telescope together and it’s making art together and when your hands touch over the piano and does he love you does he love me you’ve read his letters and it can be secret but it can also be in the tiny normal gestures that mean something different because you’re in love and the internet can make it just as much as it can break it and it’s being annoyed by each other but it doesn’t matter because you’re together and your lives are each other’s and i could be so good at love i could be so good at love i could be so good at love i could be so good at love

[askthesonicgods]

Intermission: Sonic Frontiers

[ayv-art]

Screenshot redraw from the Fruits Basket Prelude movie of Kyoko and Katsuya

[poligraf]

Hands of invisible spirits touch the strings Of that mysterious instrument, the soul, And play the prelude of our fate.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

[chemicalarospec]

Just wrote the most Lawlight exchange ever. It's based off a quote that my brother once said.

"Light," you said to me, "only things that aren't real can be perfect."

"We're perfect," I retorted, making sure to look up into your eyes with an intense glare, just to kill you a little. 

"Yes," you said a little sadly. "We would be."

(People are liking this so I just wanted to say my first reblog has an L POV snippet where I use the same quote!)

[hyrtwynwrites]

Yensday #4 - 28 February 2024

Welcome back to another Yensday! We have two questions today, so let's get into it!

<><><> Q&A <><><>

@purplenidoqueen asked:

I was thinking about my childhood, and how the one thing that stands out more than anything is a little statuette my mother has. It got me thinking about what Yen might have latched onto, considering the youth she had. Whether a thing, or a person, or a creature, or a place... Is there one symbol from her childhood that she most cherishes to this day?

Yen is in a situation where she has a lot of strong memories but not a lot of keepsakes to tie her to them. The enforced meagerness of life for the Ala Mhigan refugees in Quarrymill kind of meant she just didn't have a lot ever.

With that said, she did have a few things to latch onto. Quarrymill, and the area outside its walls, is filled with memories for Yen due to how much exploring she got up to as a child. She was a bit of a troublemaker, and worse, a leader, so her antics would usually become a group's antics pretty quickly.

The biggest symbol linking her to her childhood, however, is more a ritual, and that's dyeing her hair. Her mother started doing it with her when she was nine, and Yen has pretty religiously maintained doing it ever since. Especially since the Calamity, it has tethered her to her childhood and to Aebba, both of which are now long gone... It's an act that is sacred to Yen now, this last little reminder to herself of love.

@vivailwrites asked:

I know a lot of people who make one character in a lot of different properties. I make and remake vivail in various roughly similar forms, as often as i make new characters. One of my favorite streamers makes her oc, voxer, in basically anything. She even made a voxer mech in ac6. Do you think you would ever make yen in another game or franchise or story or is she purely ffxiv

Yen is a character that I think is pretty versatile; you could put her in any setting, and she'll do at least alright. With that said, beyond a handful of times I have aesthetically remade her in other RPGs that I am poking at, I don't personally use her that much beyond the walls of FFXIV.

The main reason is, I think, that Yen was designed for one setting explicitly, and that's Eorzea. While I could pick her up and put her somewhere else, like Faerûn or Tattooine, I would have to change enough about her for her to fit into that world (or worlds) that she would stop being Yen. I think I'd rather create new characters at that point, tell a new story.

She is very near and dear to my heart, though, so I wouldn't be surprised if I transported her for fun on occasion, little one-shots of a woman increasingly out of her depth.

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Kind of spinning off of the first question, I actually had been thinking recently about what kid Yenifer was up to. She lost most of her adolescence to working; the Ala Mhigans needed every hand to make ends meet, and Gridania (and all of Eorzea, for that matter) has no child labor laws. Any time she did have to herself was probably spent similarly to how she spent it as a child: Getting into trouble.

I do like to imagine Yenifer as being a bit of a ringleader, both because it suits her and how she is, and because it echoes out to roles she will assume as an adult, throughout Light's Falle.

As far as how much of the Black Shroud she got to see, the answer is, unfortunately, quite little. The pre-Calamity Twelveswood was a bit of an enigma to navigate, so she could only safely explore a few square malm around the hamlet.

Something mentioned in passing in Gridanian Prelude is Yen finding a mysterious door in the southern Shroud that she was barred from exploring. That was, in fact, an entrance to the Thousand Maws of Toto-Rak, a place she will return to sooner than later.

Another detail that will crop up sooner than later is that Yenifer knows Buscarron, the owner of Buscarron's Druthers, and has since she was entering puberty. This is a bit of a gray area in the canon, when did Buscarron retire, and for the life of me I can't find something concrete. I've set it by fiat to be ten summers ago, in 1567, which means that he and Yen met when she was eleven at the earliest. They have a... complicated relationship, which is to say they tease the hell out of each other, something that I look forward to showing in the near future.

I want to thank you all again for stopping by. This is the first Yensday under my new schedule, and I think it's gone pretty well!

Til next time, may you ever walk in the light of the Crystal!

- H

[rhisardthewizard]

My fiance gets me a gift for every Wiccan holiday and I don't know how I managed to find someone so ceaselessly loving and supportive

[wanderersoflight]

Wanderers of Light - PRELUDE (Little My)

    He's never been this late. 

    That much she could tell from the way everyone was acting, especially Moomintroll who sat by the old bridge every day since the first day of spring. It was just a day or two of absence at first, but days turned into a week, and not even a songbird tweeted a new tune to hint at the vagabond's presence. The valley was songless without its bard to herald it.

    No one wanted to humor a thought for his being this late. 'He needs his space', everyone knew. Little My was most understanding of this, knowing if he had a habit of returning in spring, he'll come back in his own time no matter when that may be. No need for fuss. Her brother, though a slave of his own inner workings, was a creature of habit.

    She didn't know him as a cruel thing, but what else could she call him when she watched heartbreak fall upon the valley folk without so much as a letter to ease their fragile hearts? 

    Abandonment. The word was never spoken, not even by the girl who spoke the difficult truths aloud. It merely crosses her mind and her blood starts to boil. She wants to scream and shout with every little hopeful light she catches when someone looks out a window for a green hat, or when a twig snaps in the woods and her friends perk up until they realize it’s not made by worn old boots.

     No. He is not a cruel thing. A satisfied cat always comes back, and they left with a smile and a promise. Which meant there was another reason for his being missing, and it wasn’t one she willed to cross their minds either. She considered it herself early on, but didn’t truly entertain the thought for another few days, and when she did, her blood didn’t boil, but turned to ice.

     He could be dead. She thinks as she watches her friends sit by the bridge today. Snorkmaiden, who understood how horrible this was making her beloved Moomintroll feel, was good enough to sit with him today. The poor couple looked shattered, even from behind she thought they looked quite small as they silently pleaded the forest to give them back their friend. They did not think the dreadful thoughts Little My did, and to her own surprise, she didn’t want them to.

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     ‘Out to look for Snufkin. --Little My’

    Her letter was intentionally brief, but she would not repeat her brother’s failings and leave them with an empty promise. She didn’t know what she would find if she does find them at all, so she couldn’t promise to bring him back with her. 

    ‘But I’ll find him.’ She thought resolutely as she tied her bag of essentials around her shoulders and tip-toed down the dark halls of Moomin House. Though night time was not the ideal time to travel, she couldn’t risk being followed. If her darkest concerns ended up being truth, then as his elder sister, she will take the burden of finding him and spare the grisly details from their beloved valley friends. Then she will carry nothing else but a message.

     When walking out onto the veranda, a warm glow caught the corner of her eye. The Moomin mother was sitting at the table with a lantern on the railing, appearing to have been waiting herself, but whether it be for Snufkin or Little My she didn’t quite know. However, the small mymble was startled all the same when their eyes met.

     “I’m going to find them,” she announced to the mother. Silence befell the two, she wondered if Mamma was looking at her like a mother would to her eldest child going to retrieve her lost sibling from some horrible doom that awaited them. She wondered if Mamma was going to ask her to bring Moomintroll along if for nothing else but to let him have some peace knowing he can help. She wondered if Mamma could see what made the little mymble tremble beneath her skin, yet made her firmly aware that this was a venture she couldn’t bring the soft hearted Moomintroll along for.

     She gulped down the sick feeling in her throat and dared to voice, “I’ll be back--” but snapped her jaw shut before daring to leave a promise she couldn’t keep.

     Moominmamma must have caught her fuddle. She rose up from her seat to  gently take My’s little black paws into her soft white ones, and the two were locked in a gaze of silent understanding. Moominmamma knew.

     “Take care of yourself, my brave Little My,” her words were soft and warm, but there was a slight betrayal of deep worry. Moominmamma knew.

     “And when you find them...” she trailed off, not daring to suggest much else. Moominmamma knew.

     Little My squeezed the fingers she could wrap her paws around. “Then I will drag them by the ear back to Moomin Valley.”

     That was her gift. Hope. Her words earned a smile and a hug from the worried mother before she was allowed on her way. They knew not what’s become of their lost vagabond, but death wasn’t certain, and she will not leave her dear Moominmamma with such sorrow in her heart.

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    From times in their lives when she lived in his hat, she remembers the path he takes through Lonely Mountains. He was a creature of habit, she thought, so why would he stray from that path if he wanted to leave the valley? She took it too.

    Grateful was she that the valley had no dangerous animals living in its woods, for nowhere else was it this safe to walk the woods at night. These woods had no great beasts that could steal a soul from its body in a single swipe, yet she kept her senses sharp for any familiar campers that could stop her venture before treading the mountain path. Of course, there wasn’t one, so she kept moving forward.

    She searched parts of the foot of the mountain, keeping her eye on every stone that looked to have fallen recently along the path, expecting to discover green or yellow cloth spattered in red. To her relief, nothing came of it.

    Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.

    Up those lonely cliffs she climbed, the waking sun at her heels as it turned in its celestial blanket, and still no sign of her lost brother. The stars were vanishing and she could hear the birds waking, so when a light graced her vision she thought it was the sun. 

    But the sun doesn’t whisper.

    A cave in the mountainside glowed bright blue from within, and even from her distance she could make out the whispers of a careful tongue. Like a moth to a flame, she tread off the path and climbed her way over.

    The closer Little My got to the cave, the easier she could make out that that was indeed a voice. Curiosity tugged at her, and she told herself that her journey could end here, or she could find a fair lead from whomever lived inside. Finding no reason to not investigate, she proceeded into the light.

    The blue glow that dotted the stone walls almost shone like crystals guiding her path safely in the cave, yet the source had yet to be found. Certainty grew in her chest the deeper she went, that this was indeed the right path to finding her lost brother. Her pace quickened as she followed the voice that seemed to call for her.

    Or, really, something within her felt called to it.

    Suddenly, her boots were splashing in shallow waters, black as the night she left home in. Her eyes spun from the ground, then to the cavern that was no longer a cavern, but an inky black abyss. The walls no longer caught the blue light that beamed just meters away, and she could no longer find the tunnel where she came from. But the call was still tugging, so she marched toward the light.

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                                         HEAR....FEEL....THINK....

    Her being shook under the weight of the words that echoed in this black abyss lit only by a crystal far bigger than the mountains she was climbing. Crystal bearer. Light bringer. These were not her names, nor the titles she carried, but her soul shone brightly at them like a dog responding to its owner. 

    Before she could forsake these names, before she could register she was no longer in the body of a mountain, before she remembered she was looking for her brother, her chest grew heavy, and the light faded beneath her. Bubbles escaped through her teeth and danced through the tendrils of her orange locks, and her body kept rising, and her legs started kicking, and Little My started wondering if she had merely slept walked to the coast and now she was drowning?

    But she MUSTN’T drown! She resolved with gritted teeth, and remembering her frog strokes, she swam far, far away from that wretched light and towards the lapping of waves above her.

    ‘I’m going to find them.’ She climbed the walls of the salted water, the wear in her limbs from the earlier travel and lack of sleep were second to the air her lungs desperately longed for.

    ‘I’m going to find you, Snufkin.’ 

[brave-symphonia]

Someone's in trouuuble.

[melonisopod]

Kinda miffed Oberon's two cutscenes are presented as a "right" and "wrong" answer dichotomy, cause the one for his "light" side is just as important IMO. I think you need to do both and start with the "wrong" answer and I wish it was presented as such but that's just me.