#shadowspace

[blackcloverenthusiast]

*cough cough* more art of my gay ship

But its quite a bit more suggestive than my last so yeahhh cut time

Yes i used a base I CANNOT DRAW PEOPLE SHAPES YET T_T but im practicing

I probably shouldn't interrupt them!

[cloverfessions]

As a multishipper, i kinda think Nacht x Finral wouls be fun. Is there any actual chemistry in the show. No. BUT WHO CARES

AND LEMME DESCRIBE THEIR DYNAMIC

So ofc we got Finral, who underneath the flirting is really sweet and nice but also a pushover. And underneath Nacht's hostility, he's not a bad person, just still mourning.

So basically Nacht is kind of annoyed with how Finral flirts will all the girls he sees, not really listening to what happens or is said, just assuming Finral’s being too pushy and that's why he's rejected over and over. But after a while, he decides he's fed up with this and decides to listen to what happens because if Finral is so pushy and hits on all the girls, maybe he needs to step in!

But all he hears is Finral (although trying a little too hard to be romantic), being pretty nice, complimenting the girls on more than their appearance, offering them flowers, sometimes asking them if they'd wanna go out for tea sometime. And to Nacht, he's like, "ok, this is pretty tame. He's not harassing the girls and actually paying attention to *them*, not their appearance."

So he keeps observing and notices most of the time. If Finral is rude, it's on accident, like trying to compliment something that happens to be touchy, but he tries to apologize. Most of the girls just straight up reject him regardless, clearly assuming he's being pushy without actually listening (sometimes a few girls seem to actually notice Finral's kindness, but aren't interested in Finral). Finral clearly gets a bit sad every time before pushing it away and trying it again. But by the end of the day, Finral usually just looks tired of trying and either drinks with Vanessa or just goes to bed, sometimes crying.

Slowly, Nacht realizes that he was sort of the same way, judging Finral's intentions without actually listening. He ends up feeling bad and tries to be a little nicer. Upon doing so, he notices Finral gets pretty happy when someone is nice to him. Yami and the rest of the squad are nice sometimes, usually when people get back from a difficult mission, but Finral gets the least thanks in general because everyone is so used to his portals that no matter what he does with them, the portals are just expected to be there.

So, like Asta, Nacht starts thanking Finral for every portal he uses. He had planned to do just every now and then, not everytime, but the first time he did it---and all the other times after that---Finral's face brightened and he looked so happy about it, so Nacht kept doing it.

Slowly, slowly, Nacht spends more time with Finral after realizing that Finral is actually a decent person beneath the demeanor, and they become friends.

Finral gets a crush first since he latches onto any kindness he gets. But Nacht falls fully first, never getting enough of how happy Finral gets over small things. Although both Nacht and Finral struggle with expressing and dealing with their real emotions, eventually they get together. It starts slow---hand holding, hugs, etc.---they both realize each other are sort of exactly what they want. They both someone to love and appreciate them, and so it just works that they can do it to each other, especially since they have so much love to give, they just hadn't had someone to share it with before.

Now they don't have a super serious relationship, but their constant and endless love for each other slowly lets em grow closer.

Anyways propaganda for my ship :3

yaknow. when i logged back on my account i wasnt expecting this BEAST of a post but im ALLL for it. i love your propaganda and i see the vision so hard man

[goofmuffin]

slaughterspiders from the shadowspace are making their way to our world

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

The book with this honor is Some Desperate Glory by Emily Tesh. This one was a library browse and I am so glad I came across it. It is fast, thrilling, rage-inducing, thoughtful, horrifying, wondrous, and occasionally even funny.

It’s got a Tamsyn Muir review on the cover and I can see why, it’s also got themes of cults and war and avenging a destroyed Earth. Tesh is considerably less optimistic than Muir about humanity abandoning its prejudices in the future, so read that trigger warning at the beginning carefully cause it gets rough.

The description is a bit misleading (probably to disguise the twists) as it refers to “the person you become when your choices are taken from you”, when arguably the core theme of the novel is choices and the ones we make when we think we have no other option, and how we often use that to deny our own agency, and what would happen if we put just a tenth of the conviction we put into those choices into better ones. If “I had to do it.” applied to what was right rather than what was easy. It’s also about how fascism disguises itself as strength while being truly weak, about the insidious poison that cults create on their members, and the question of whether humanity can ever transcend its toxic relationship with war. It’s also about how bioessentialism is bullshit, hence the queerness. The main character and the three main supporting characters are all queer, as advertised, but it doesn’t have any romance. Well, one romance, kinda. You’ll see.

Also, Valkyr is autistic. I don’t know if the author intended this. I do, however, see something very, very familiar in the way she is isolated from her peers, in her dedication, in her self hatred as everyone talks about how “This should be obvious Kyr” or “You’re so stupid Kyr how could you not see this”. And in how her dedication, her need for rules and stimulation, and her isolation are all exploited by others. It’s a darker side to autism that is rarely handled well, often either made into a defining feature or ignored completely, but Valkyr is human and complex.

Finally, the sci fi element of choice is shadowspace, FTL through multiple realities, and the Wisdom, an ancient god machine capable of glimpsing all realities at one and altering them. It’s deeply trippy and terrifying but also wondrous and beautiful. Like cosmic horror if it was instead cosmic awe.

Other fun stuff: butch ace lesbian protagonist with an excellent portrayal of asexuality, the Valkyrie motif which recognizes that they aren’t mere warriors but those that choose who lives and who dies, “fuck the entire Spartan myth actually”, that one LOTR reference, Avicenna being a lovable bastard, women beating the crap out of misogynists, and the very well chosen epigraph. Once you see it, you’ll know.

So yeah, if you’re interested in a story about breaking away from fascism, the utter stupidity of bioessentialism, radical agency, mindbending metaphysics, feminism, queerness, and the pointlessness of revenge and war, give it a go. Just make sure to carve out the time for it first.

Goddamn it feels good to inhale a book in one sitting.

[distant-near]

Satellite Airframes - Mirror Construct - Subtraction Horizon - #preceding #the #monolithdrawing #architecturebysubtraction #shadowspace #drawingcollisions #satellite #airframe #architecturaldiagram #shadow #structure #mirror #construct #subtraction #horizon https://www.instagram.com/p/B4zKqIopnCJ/?igshid=9vfaeug1utr4

[tyhardaway]

Mixy So Far

mixy2022

BLACK

tan suit president

shadowspace

[pretty-little-pink]

Dark guided Host to the bed and sat him down, one hand coming up to squeeze the nape of his neck, then ran his fingers through the slightly damp curls that popped up. He crooned softly and then pulled away, turning his body towards the door with a hum. "I'll be back in a few minutes, Host. I promise." He waited a few seconds before actually leaving, stepping into the shadows without fanfare. He appeared just outside of Host's room, the shadows parting with a harsh ringing noise as he stepped through, and then looked at the door. He took a step forward, then placed his hand on it, relaxing slightly when he couldn't feel the subtle sensation of being warned off. He opened the door with a slight creak, then stepped in to the Dark room. He reached over to the side and flicked on the light, watching as it illuminated the messy room. He noted distantly that it looked differently during the day, but that wasn't his priority right now. No, his target was the closet first, where he chose four different sweaters, all different sizes and textures. His second, the quilt that laid on the bed. He folded it up quickly and placed it in his shadow space along with the sweaters, ignoring the uncomfortable sensation. He was turning to leave when he spotted one last thing, something that, while Host hadn't explictly requested it, he felt might bring comfort to the other. And so, he picked it up, then stepped through the shadows once more, and back into his bedroom. He made sure that, when he did so, he returned facing his door, just in case Host hadn't finished changing, or doing whatever else he had to do. "I've returned, Host. Is it alright if I turn, or would you rather choose your sweater first?" As he spoke he pulled the items out of his shadowspace and placed them on a nearby table, but kept the last item inside. It wasn't time to show off that one just yet, he decided.

Host nodded lightly at Dark's words, listening quietly until he felt he was gone. He still sat there for a little while, before he struggled out of his binder and tumbled over to the chair, to grab the shirts he had brought here before. There was a sweater already, but it wasn't the one he wished for right now, so he left it laying there.

Making his way back to the bed, he sat back down, fiddling with the comb again. He waited silently for Dark to return, feeling comfortable and a little tired again. There were the dull aches of his injuries, but he could ignore them well enough.

"Turn's okay.", he replied quietly, when Dark was back. He was eager to put on a sweater and get to bed, so he could cuddle into blankets and pillows and hope to get some rest.

[serial-experiements-bane]

shadow work sucks ass. it sucks so much ass. we gotta go through it cause once you're in Shadowspace(TM) you can't leave until it decides you're done. god damn nothing like reliving the body's trauma and intrusive thoughts repeatedly. also why is there so much sticking my hands into things to grab keys i don't fucking understand i fucking hate it here this is specifically a Headpsace Thing with us in our system cause this is how our brain decided it was going to show us shit. It decided "no more flashbacks, you're going to get everything handed to you horror game symbolism style." fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you

[dark-ones-of-hyrule]

Shadow nodded, putting the meat inside. It was extremely good cuts of meat, too, with the lesser parts stored in an airtight box in his shadowspace to be used as bait later. He sat close to the fire, eyes closed as he basked in the warmth. He didn't make his own body heat as a Shadowling. Suddenly he perked at the praise, looking tonVaati. "Th-thank you, Master!" he gasped, wings ruffling happily.

Soon, Shadow was content to preen his feathers, listening to the waking nightlife. "Oh, these?" he asked. "I figured I could prepare the hides and either make something with them or sell them if we need supplies. These antlers will make for good fishing hooks or arrowheads. I can make my own arrows from the shadows, but again, I could sell these. " Resourceful boy.

dark-ones-of-hyrule‌:

He took the potion and stored it in his pouches, then created a bow and quiver of arrows from Vaati’s shadows. being a shadowling had its perks. “I won’t be long, I promise!” He swore, taking note of the familiar energy signature so he could use it to get back to Vaati. With that, Shadow took to the sky, scouting for prey.  It didn’t take him long, and took even shorter amount of time to skin both the buck and rabbits he had gotten. Shadow knew better than to waste the furs though. He’d need to set up something by the cooking pot to prepare those. maybe they could sell them at a village! The buck’s horns, too, would be useful if Shadow wanted to make fishing hooks. Okay, so maybe he’d spent a good amount of time on his own before settling into sleep….  The sun was nearly set when Shadow arrived at the cooking pot. “Master?”

Vaati walked back to the pot at the sound of Shadow calling him, nodding in acknowledgement as berries and mushrooms were tossed inside. “You’re back. Put the meat in the pot and I’ll get started on dinner.” He flicked his finger at the wood bundled under the pot, causing a small flame to shoot out and light a roaring fire underneath. He was about to leave it at that, but then seemed to remember something and glanced back at the other. Vaati didn’t… smile, exactly, but he glanced around in thought before turning to the pot and attempting to speak nonchalantly. “….Good job, Shadow.” He took out a utensil from his pouch and started cooking with experienced movements, absently gesturing to the animal remains. “What are all of those for?”

[blackcloverenthusiast]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Clover - Tabata Yuki (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nacht Faust/Finral Roulacase Characters: Finral Roulacase, Nacht Faust, Cats - Character, Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: Cat Cafés, First Dates, Fluff, they're perfect for each other, may become my new otp, DarkChocolateCaramel, that's their ship name (one of many) your honor, and their coffee order, Light Angst, like very light Series: Part 20 of Ship Fics Summary:

Finral and Nacht go to a cat café for their first date. And they get some coffee after!

[blackcloverenthusiast]

I think I walked in the wrong (right) room... 🫢🤭

(Only diff between first and second is one has lighting sorta)

[pretty-little-pink]

Dark huffed a bit through his nose in silent laughter at the grumble. Oh, he was comfy and sleepy. Two very difficult things to combat. Oh well, he supposed there was no reason too. He wasn't even going to try and risk moving him without making him even more irritable. With a slight shake of his head he pulled a blanket from his shadowspace, using said shadows to spread it over him. It covered all of Author bar his hair, leaving him with what looked like a large lump. 'Headphones and bunny?'

“Mhhm...”, Author hummed and nodded. Right, there were meetings going to happen. He supposed Dark was content with him in his lap still though, so he could sleep without worry.

“Jus’ wake me if you need me.”, he mumbled tiredly, before he got his bunny and headphones. He had to shift a little to be more comfortable to sleep and hold his bunny, but once he was, he was soon asleep.

[pretty-little-pink]

Dark rose an eyebrow when he felt Author press against his side. He lowered his shoulder a little so Author could have a more comfortable place to put his head and rest if he so desired. He silently pulled out another book from his shadowspace and put it in Author's lap so they could read in silence. It really was a perfect day to be out. It was hard to believe that it had taken Author fully breaking down from an invasive exam to start trusting him. Well, at least the truth was starting to rise.

Author took a look at what book Dark gave him, before deciding he was good without it. He closed his eyes, enjoying existing in this space right now. He did get cold eventually, though he didn’t much care, just shifting a little.

The small guardians eventually left, though Damian stayed where it was, keeping watch of Author and Dark. There was still the underlaying feeling of distrust from Author towards Dark, him not completely certain how much he could trust Dark, which kept Damian around just in case.

[pretty-little-pink]

'No, we do not. I have no intention of death reaching you anytime soon.' Dark was honestly becoming a little bored just sitting there. He was a restless being, it was his nature, so he sighed and shifted a little on the ground. Oh! He forgot about that. Dark reached into his shadowspace and pulled out one of Author's books, opening it to the page he had slipped a tissue into. His own shadows swirled around the ground, warding off the ants and other invasive bugs, while he read for the remainder.

Author watched Dark for a little, before he decided he was getting cold -his guardians weren’t warm after all- and squirmed away from Damian again. He muttered angrily at the creature that he was safe and okay, and yes he knows what he’s doing, until he was finally free.

He wandered over to Dark and sat down next to him, hesitantly leaning against him. He was content here -with comfort all around him. The sound of nature, the safety of his guardians, and Dark with him. It was good.