#the black sun

[artsolarsash]

The other concept art of Eclipse from “The Song of the Celestial Tears” AU

Eclipse is the royal guard of the princess, Queen Vanessa’s niece, and one of the star children who have a dark and mysterious past (he might be connected with Sundrop and Moondrop). No matter how many inner demons he has, he will do anything to protect the princess. Throughout his life, Eclipse has grappled with his turbulent emotions and the darkness that threatens to consume him. His journey is one of redemption and self-discovery as he navigates the treacherous paths of the kingdom, seeking to find his place and purpose in a world torn apart by conflict and deception.

[kingycrow]

[mel-addams]

Aevum's SOLe Braincell

[Image ID: a greyscale illustrated two-panel comic, fanart for the game Redfall. In the first panel, Devinder is holding a tape recorder, making a skeptical expression as he listens to the recording, which is saying (with names redacted with static for spoilers): "I am E K and I think P A was SO SMART about covering his tracks by forgetting everything and instead keeping recordings and evidence of his misdeeds and medical malpractice so now I am also recording all my thoughts on"

In the second panel, Dev can be seen standing in a ravine, surrounded by multiple other highlighted tape recorders, all lying near corpses of cultists and Bellwether mercenaries. Dev is staring up toward the eclipse, talking to the Black Sun: D: "But I just had to stop the folks K hired to burn—" BS: "I know." D: "And you told A NOT to reco—" BS: "I KNOW." D: "But then why did you also start to—" BS: "SHUT UP"

End Image ID]

Dev, muttering as he walks away: "This is why I work digital; one press of a button and all the embarrassing bits disappear."

I was gonna try to wait until I finish the game before I doodled anything (and I'm still only halfway through), but this tape was too funny. What the hell "tracks" did you think were "covered," sir??

[melblur]

apologies for the very big images but i noticed this hadnt really been posted in the Magi/Judar tags, and I've been reading the series recently

to date this is one of the most striking character introductions ive ever seen a series do

[mahvaladara]

Black Sun Drabble - Part 1

Soft sobbing filled the ruins of the old temple. Arlo walked slowly up the path, his eyes falling on the figure who sat alone on the bench right at the front. He sighed, as he had expected to see this.

“Somehow, I knew I’d find you here.”

“Huh?... Brother...”

Arlo gave his twin brother a soft smile.

“Forgive me, I was...”

“Praying?”

“Yes... Though, I am no longer sure to whom. Shameful, I know.”

“It’s alright. It’ll take more than a few harsh truths to break two decades of indocrination.”

[thirstyforred]

✦ thirsty's fav gwent cards (699/∞) Eltibald

" I won't limit myself to half-measures. "

[animelga]

creature stuck in a glue trap

[thedarknesssings]

Prompt 15:  Sunshine and Roses

Prompt 15: Row - FFXIV Write 2022 Characters:  Helios; mentions of the Flock, as well as Cherise and Urien @gorgagne-viperidae​ Content Warning:  Mild violence, consumption of body parts/blood.

He has left Urien alone long enough. In that manor in the Shroud surrounded by a Flock of unruly birds left off their leashes.  Lessons dealt, lessons learned.

He pauses in the garden to pet the morbols. They swarm around him like toxic geese turning their faces up to the sun. He greets each one, he remembers their names.  He remembers when they were born.

The maid jerks the door open before he’s even made it up the front walk to knock.  Her pink hair is tied back in neat ponytails, her eyes wide on the sight of the Great Lord.  There’s no mistaking the Sun, not when he glows stronger, burns brighter and greets her with manners befitting his station.  She steps aside, lets him in, and thinks about the Little Lord.  A smile contorts her face and she closes the door behind him.

The house has changed.  The weight of the Sun no longer lingers fills these halls with warmth.  That will easily change.  He strides down the familiar corridors until he finds them.  The Flock flitters in the shadows, those that are present in this nest of theirs and wise enough to stay out of his way.  Their leader is a reflection of their Creator, not that they can tell the difference.  He never wanted them to.

“Melanthian,” He greets the shadow that flows out to meet him.  A hand rises, shoves into the chest of the man it chose to represent it.  A Ghost, a Phantom, A remnant of the Fog beating like a heart in his chest.  “You have served me well. Time to rest once more.”  Heat spreads like wildfire through Melanthian and he screams.  Screams until the walls tremble and the roof shudders.  

He squeezes until the heart in his hand bursts.  A dam newly shattered, the ink overflows his fist and pours down his arm. The screams stop, silence reigns. He bows his head and feasts on the remnants, drinks back the Ink, and inhales the Fog.  His vision blackens, the world spins lopsided and backwards.  Stone greets him.  

Time ticks by before the world rights itself. 

Delicately gloved hands take his arm, help heft him back to his feet. He pats her gently, words reassuring all is well.  He is well.  Better now all the pieces are back together.  He licks his lips, lifts his head, and smiles at the echoes of thoughts not his fluttering around the back of his mind.  The Flock are his once more.  An army at his command, bowing to his will.  

One more place calls his name.  Downstairs into the cellars. The walls lie crumbled beneath the arms of roots that have powered their way through them.  He clicks his tongue and waves a hand.  Brick by brick, the walls mend themselves, the roots shoved back into the soil of the Shroud where they belong.  

The cellars bare their guts like something quartered and drawn.  His secrets laid bare for his husband to see them all.  The destruction is nearly complete.  His pets missing, his research strewn and destroyed.  The single untouched coffin comes as a surprise when he steps into the chamber, into this shrine.  

The glass is clean and flowering vines curl up the sides of the coffin as if their fingers cradle the man within the stasis chamber.  He could’ve picked another design, but he’s vain and the glass coffins appeal.  One body rests here still and that face is the one he wants.

The man that walks out of the manor is not the same one that walked in.  Caramel hair flows too long down his back, crimson robes swirl around long limbs, and painted lips twist with a vicious smile.  He carries with him the evidence of who he came here as.  That face he still needs, but there are more secure places to stash him while he reclaims what is his.

Only one leash gets yanked for the moment, a command issued to his Flock.  Urien.  Bring him home.  The dawn has come, the Black Sun has risen.  

[arinewman7]

The Black Sun

Odilion Redon

1900

[proofhead]

Sabhankra - Rotting Helios (2023)

Sabhankra‘nın bu yıl Ocak ayı içerisinde yayımladığı Beaten By Waves isimli enstrümantal parça oldukça dikkat çekiciydi ve sadece kemik kitlesinin değil, grubu tanıyan hemen herkesin beğenisini de kazanmıştı. Grup yılın ikinci yarısını da boş geçmedi. İki parçalık yepyeni EP’si Rotting Helios‘u şu an için yalnızca sınırlı sayıda kaset formatında -50 adet- yayımladı. Yani daha düne kadar şarkılar…

[silkentine]

Idk that looks about right.

[nipuni]

THE DOCTOR We had a pact, him and me. Every star in the universe, we were going to see them all.

My version of The Master and The Doctor in their Academy days 😊

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon on april 1st!

[fircbolts]

happy late birthday prongs 🦌

[thirstyforred]

✦ thirsty's fav gwent cards (698/∞) Renfri's Gang

" A pleasure to bleed you… "

[animelga]

re: my last post, i also feel kind of like fighting can occasionally get in the way of what a series is trying to say or do. for as exceptionally wellmade as fights are in Bleach, the ones in Fake Karakura town are just WAY too plentiful. and i actually dropped Naruto at around Vol 6 because i just could not wrap my head around how the jutsu system worked. i had a similar experience with Magi where the whole Djinn Equip system and all that surrounds it made it kind of a mess to follow

i may just be rambling here but idk. i really like it when series value emotion and narrative over justifying it all in a battle system a la a video game. the original YuGiOh manga is kind of infamous for hoe improvved and janky all of the rules were but it was so easy to look past that when all the combat in the series was so sincere and character-driven. Bleach's more simple battle system of mostly being sword versus sword lends itself perfectly to having battles be duels of character rather than duels of power and abilities (see: Szayelaporro Vs Mayuri).