#underground places

[rowenabean]

Maya was a bright star in the centre of the cavern.

Areta watched from the corner as her sister spun and wheeled amongst the dancers. Dark hair flew out behind her, threatening to take out the dancer behind her, who laughed as he ducked out of the way. With her every movement, light glinted on the quartz and goldstone woven into her hair. Areta’s own hands had braided the hairnet, and done well over half the embroidery on Maya’s rich red skirt also – her sister was not a natural needleworker.

Maya was not the only dancer, but she was the brightest spark amidst the dancers.

Half the town was turned out today – everyone who could keep awake this late into the night, and even those who usually couldn’t made a valiant effort. Tonight was important. The room had been bedecked in a way befitting that importance. Hundreds of bright lights shone in the vaulted ceilings above, glittering among the sparkling icicles of stalactites, and gleaming off the smooth flowstone on the far side of the cavern.

The music ended, and the dancers broke apart with laughter. Areta turned towards the musicians, and Hari nodded to her. Her cue, then. Stepping out of her shadow-corner, she raised her flute to her mouth, and blew.

An ethereal tone entered the hall. At first, it was merely a wind-whisper, too soft to be audible over the chatter. Areta stepped out further, selecting her location carefully, and was satisfied as echoes returned to magnify her song.

The world was enveloped in music now. The cavern took her single voice and returned it to her again and again, recognisably the same tune but turned and twisted into a fugue of innumerable parts. All talk had stopped, and the attention of the entire crowd was focussed in on her song. It was overwhelming and glorious. Behind her, Hari took up a hammer to strike out an accompaniment on rock-slices tuned to bell-like tones.

She was coming to the climax now. Areta reached for the high note and held, held as long as her breath would allow. Somewhere above a sun was rising on a new year – a sun that Areta had never seen, never would see – and even within the cavern she fancied that the light was growing, that it was brighter than it had been when she started.

She broke off for a breath. Behind her, Hari rang one last pure bell tone, and they waited until all the reduplicated echoes fell silent.

Areta picked up the tune again – the same tune, almost, but slower and simpler to sing – and this time it was picked up by first the group of musicians, and then by the whole crowd. Together, they sang one of the old songs of the solstice, brought with them by Hari’s generation as they fled the world above. Most of the people in this room had never seen the sun, but they sang still of the sun’s return, in the hope that one day it would return for them also.

Areta broke off as the song came to an end, and she faded back to the side of the cavern. The celebrations would continue – especially among Maya’s crowd – but she was not the only one who had stayed for this moment, and she gratefully joined the flocks heading for their own sleep-chambers.

[shiverhohojiro]

the slightly unsettling realization that your ex-boss is also a person with wants and desires, and that those wants and desires are closer to your own than you might previously have imagined. aka "why does DJ Octavio get to be at the Grand Festival can you imagine how the octolings must feel about this"

Bonus doodle:

[lost-fool-wandering]

...

-L.F.

[alderjayne]

in love with alice dyer. let her have her office comedy please

[shirecorn]

Tumblr keeps popping up to sell me ad free dashboard. But what it doesn't understand is that me and the ads have a sort of symbiosis at this point.

The guys from the fake gameplay trailers for a predatory mobile app are my blorbos

[lover-of-mine]

Buck, Eddie and The lightning mirroring the well.

[corvidcorgi]

Rereading Young Justice 1998 and I always forget that there's an arc where, in order to escape government agents trying to capture them, they use their magic sentient motorcycle to phase down into the earth's crust

and while they're down there they find a strange dark cavernous space filled with flames and lava and tiny demons that feed on suffering, and also there are disco balls and people wearing bellbottoms

and Robin recognizes everyone there as scumbags and murderers that he's investigated or heard of at one time or another

and it's all run by a guy named Dante, because this is his (disco) Inferno

and the joke is, of course, that Hell looks like the 70s (and/or the 70s are worse than hell)

EXCEPT

it's literally not hell

Dante is just SOME GUY who FOUND A CAVE filled with FLAMES AND LAVA and TINY DEMONS that FEED ON SUFFERING!!

literally just some guy! Who went "Man, y'know what would be neat? If I kidnapped CEOs and murderers, tricked them into thinking they died, and set up a 70s themed prison for them. And told them it was Hell! And fed their suffering to all these tiny demons!"

and then stole all the CEOs' assets in order to finance his underground 70s-themed fake-hell prison where he feeds the prisoners' suffering to his tiny demons

[hhhhleb]

date pt1 pt2 pt3

[dailyhiveswapkids]

old hiveswap x undertale concepts i found from going thru my old art

[remythologise]

Mithras, lord of light. Please, help me. Father of our fathers. Help me lead my men well. Do not let me dishonour my legion. Please, help me regain my family's honour.

[technicallyclassyperfection]

This reminds me of Rick Remender's works! LOW VIA LINK:

[rowenabean]

have reached a point in my WIP where I have to actually come out and explain things instead of presenting them with a sleight of hand magician move. this is hard don't want to.

[ganondoodle]

kind of expected that the ability breakdown wouldnt get that much traction (especially on twitter bc if it doesnt do well in the first few hours it might as well be dead) but what i didnt need to wake up to was looking at my twitter notifications and thinking there was a long comment on it at first but then i read it and it turned out to be some guy having dug up one of my old totk tweets where i talked about how zelda was treated-

and if a quote retweet with a thread attached already starts with "this entitled brat didnt understand that zelda was being a history nerd by being in the past and getting to experience it herself" with two screenshots attached of the end of totk with zelda staring at the cam all uwu (which has ??? to do with their point??) i dont even want to know what else was in that thread

if thats how the majority of the fandom is then im even less surprised that nintendy doesnt even have to try to write anything good :I

ah yes, i am a game nerd, and by putting me in a game where i stand around doing puppy dog eyes while being shoved around by NPCs is me being a game nerd OBVIOSULY

[lost-fool-wandering]

The stairs..At the top there was such change in temperature and humidity, that when you looked down, you could see only few steps ahead and a cloud of mist filling the stairwell..

-L.F.

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 2 - Twilight Town

[descendantofthesparrow]

Remember when the Audrey villain leaks came out and then we saw the offical c4 and s3 outfit reveals and saw the c4 on the isle and the s3 in an auradon forest and we all thought there had been some sort of time spell where Audrey twisted time and instead of the c4 coming to Auradon it was the s3 so Audrey stayed with Ben and there was a whole adventue to fix the timeline? no? just me? okay