#to extinguish the sun

[hearttohaato]

OC Showcase: Tomás Herrera

Name: Tomás Herrera (He/Him)

Age: 20 (DOB August 17)

Skill/Gift: Wood Carver

Notable Family: Mateo Herrera (Brother), Horacio & Lucía Herrera (Parents)

Tomás Herrera is a quiet, mild-mannered young man who befriends Camilo during the rebuilding of Casita. His succinct and reserved nature masks an observant and introspective mind, and while he doesn't say much he has plenty of thoughts and feelings inside.

Tomás lives in his childhood home with his father and brother, while his mother passed from tuberculosis when Tomás was 9. Though the men of his family make their living in masonry and construction work, Tomás has pursued woodworking can often be found in his private wood shop. The framework of most furniture is left to the carpenters of the village, but Tomás carves the intricate patterns and details into the grain, adding that flair that pulls a piece together. Another creative endeavor is poetry, but he'd rather eat his notebook than let anyone see it.

Initially the friendship between Tomás and Camilo is a very casual one. But as their bond strengthens, their opposites-attract personalities result in them growing very close with one another. Camilo is the energetic mischief-maker while Tomás is his level-headed foil, and it's a combination some people are surprised to see works as well as it does.

For much of his adolescence he harbors a crush on Camilo's cousin Luisa, admiring her for her dependability and selflessness (plus a lifetime of rescues here and there). He's reluctant to reveal these feelings, believing himself unworthy of her attention, but Camilo thinks he should suck it up and be honest before someone else does it first. In certain future scenarios he succeeds and courts her, eventually marrying her and siring one daughter named Lilia.

Art by HeartToHaato, malewifebruno, blookyb92, & LintuShadow.Art

[sexy-sapphic-sorcerer]

Morgana Pendragon

Fire and Ice by Robert Frost

[burningvelvet]

“Lines to ⸻.” also known as “Sonnet to Byron” written by Percy Shelley (1821, fair-copied in 1822) and published posthumously. Shelley had threatened to give up writing due to his lack of success. Byron’s fame and Shelley’s great admiration for his recent works often frustrated Shelley and worsened his depression, despite Byron generally encouraging him. In an early draft below, Shelley began with the line “I am afraid these verses will not please you, but” before seemingly drawing over it with trees.

“If I esteemed you less, Envy would kill

Pleasure, and leave to Wonder and Despair

The ministration of the thoughts that fill

My mind, which, like a worm whose life may share

A portion of the unapproachable,

Marks your creations rise as fast and fair

As perfect worlds at the creator’s will,

And bows itself before the godhead there.

But such is my regard, that, nor your fame

Cast on the present by the coming hour

Nor your well-worn prosperity and power

Move one regret for his unhonoured name

Who dares these words. — the worm beneath the sod

May lift itself in worship to the God.”

The fair-copy was made about six months before Shelley, Edward Williams, and their boatman Charles Vivien all died in a sailing wreck during a storm while returning from visiting Lord Byron and Leigh Hunt. Thomas Medwin said that Byron never saw the poem, and it’s likely, given that it was never shared or published until long after Byron died (about two years after Shelley).

Sources: Percy’s handwritten draft from the Digital Bodleian Library, MS. Shelley adds. e. 17 p. 94 https://digital.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/objects/0f0cba27-6264-4c4e-8b03-3a83c700c1f5/surfaces/1d16ddc7-3cf9-4c96-b435-36f2077168d1/ - Percy’s handwritten fair copy from the British Library Digitized Manuscripts Collection, Zweig MS 188 https://www.bl.uk/manuscripts/FullDisplay.aspx?ref=Zweig_MS_188&index=16 - Transcriptions from The Manuscripts of the Young Romantics: Percy Shelley, vol. 8 (Garland, 1997) https://archive.org/details/faircopymanuscri0008shel/page/249/mode/1up?q=Sonnet+

[within-the-dark]

Alice "The sun is the enemy, it rules the world of light, but we who dwell in darkness feel only its wrath" Dyer

[allthenicknamesweretaken]

How the hell do you draw a hood

[radioreprise]

(pulls down sunglasses to raise an eyebrow at you) (theres a second pair of them underneath).

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Guizhong (don't mind me re-dropping this with the fixed ones, shh)

[softichill]

The Dark is one of my least favorite fears, not bc of any writing problems but bc if you become a follower of the Dark you literally just become catholic

[dayplays]

"One more petty tyrant."

[hearttohaato]

Also here's the individual Lumás piece by itself just because I'm really happy with how it turned out teehee

Variations under the cut:

[byakugoseal]

❝ Kakashi-sensei please teach me genjutsu! ❞ Her words were spoken with urgency as fists balled up in front of her for added affect. Seeing her teammates fight and grow stronger, it felt like she would always be behind them. Losing Sasuke. The Forest of Death was the first time that she stood on her own two feet and she knew that if Naruto and Sasuke were not injured things would have been different. Perhaps, she wouldn’t have discovered a budding strength and new found determination to actually apply herself as a ninja. Playing pretend was no longer an option for her and she saw, at the moment, no better teacher for her than Kakashi.  

❝ I want to be of use to everyone so please — please teach me how to fight! ❞ Perhaps she shouldn’t conflate the two lessons, though she knew that one without the other would only help her to run and hide from her problems. She was tired of the one always being saved, she wanted to prove to everyone that she was more than just a girl with a schoolyard crush. She had done nothing besides get in the way when their village was infiltrated, putting others at risk due to her own inability to fight. Now, Sasuke was gone and Naruto was off looking for the next Hokage in the wake of a disaster. And what was she doing other than kicking herself and wishing that both of them could return to the village? ❝ I want to grow strong so I don’t have to rely on others to save me. ❞ She admitted, this time more sheepishly than her other outbursts. 

She paused, hoping that her request would not go unanswered. She was well aware that everyone in the village was busy and doing their own things. Not only did they lose their Hokage — the pillar of their village but she also lost a friend, a teammate. In both scenarios she had been unable to help her village, to defend the things she loved and unable to stop Sasuke’s departure. If she could have been honest with her sensei she would have admitted that she wasn’t sure what her place was here in the village nor what it had been back when Team Seven was still together. Her brow furrowed slightly, as words fell softly from her lips. ❝ Please sensei. ❞

@chidoried​​ // 召喚      

[darkwater-reservoir]

If they die I'm gonna riot

[maculategiraffe]

nasa: we're going to shoot three rockets directly at the sun during the total eclipse. for study and research purposes.

me: oh cool

nasa: we have named the rockets apep. this stands for atmospheric perturbations [in the] eclipse path.

me: oh cool

nasa: apep is also the ancient egyptian deity of chaos and darkness, who ceaselessly seeks to extinguish the sun. we launch these rockets directly at the sun in the name of apep.

me: oh... cool?

[wickedzeevyln]

Charred

Some people warm themselves at the expense of watching the whole world burn. Like a desolate winter night where the air is gelid it tears the skin and gnaws through the spirit’s bone, and one skitters through cracks craving for fire in a catacomb dearth of warmth. You dream of subtle heat to peel off the cold on your body. Though fire burns and blisters, in dark hours, one has to wed the…

[singerboyvids]

Poznański Chór Chłopięcy ~ Słoneczko już gasi złoty blask [Poland 🇵🇱] Poznan Boys' Choir ~ The sun is already extinguishing its golden glow

[inkskinned]

sure i find you in my hair and under my pillow and in the car. but i know in my heart you are picking me out of your teeth. i know i am burning through your sundays, sticking to your ceiling.

i hope i'm in every bitter cup of coffee and every candle wick and every bath. i hope my shadow flickers under your door so the empty hallway i have left behind is a swift dart of nothing more. i hope you find me in notebooks and stop signs and fleetwood mac - like i am marginalia on your life, i want my fingerprints burned into your days like acid.

i loved you, and you know i loved you, and for the rest of your life i will be the person you broke. for the rest of your life i hope the shame of that runs like a cattle dog, bites at your heels. i hope every time your cup is full or the moon is a toenail or a cat is purring or a laugh is in your belly or the sky turns pink while the sun is setting - i hope you remember that someone loved you, and you crushed them in your palms. you extinguished every future i lit. i hope that haunts you.

i hope you never fucking forget it.