dawn creations


Otherworldly ‘Earth Pyramids’ Captured in the Foggy Early Morning Light by Photographer Kilian Schönberger 

 Photographer Kilian Schönberger climbed the Alps late at night to capture one of the mountain range’s strangest segments, alien-like columns found in South Tyrol, an autonomous province in Northern Italy. His series Otherworld showcases the so-called “earth pyramids” in a hazy dawn light, strange creations that appear like stalagmites freed from their underground caves.


DoD 1 year celebration | 60 Days, 60 Singers

Day 14: Capri Virkkunen
Born: February 28th, 1972 (Finland)

Bands/Projects: Solo (1997 – present); Amberian Dawn (2013 – present)

Capri’s first memory of singing in front of an audience was when she was only three years old.
As a teenager, she started to play piano but also concentrated on both classical singing and rock singing.
In the late 2000s, she took part in qualifications for the Finnish entries for Eurovision Song Contest on two occasions.
Capri works as a vocal coach in Tampere Workers’ Theatre and Musiikkiteatteri Palatsi.
In 2013, she portrayed the role of Frida Lyngstad of the band ABBA in a stage musical about the group.

Edmund x Reader: Hidden kisses

Prompt/ask: Hey can I ask for a Edmund x reader where you are Caspian’s twin sister and they fall for each other but Caspian doesn’t like it

Word count: 642

Warnings: None

Setting: VDT

A/N: Sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted! I hope you like it regardless.

The air on the Dawn Treader was clear and chilly. You remembered feeling the same breeze on the back of your neck in your distant, murky days spent in Telmar-although those winds were much less extraordinary. 

You inhaled sharply, breathing in the crystal draft surrounding you. The Narnian sea was exceptionally lovely at night. It seemed to dance before you, each wave rippling in the most magical and captivating way, forcing you into a trance of its beauty. 

“You alright?” A voice inquired tenderly from beside you. 

You clearly didn’t seem to notice when Edmund came up to join you on the deck; most of the crew had already gone to bed. 

Edmund always seemed to be there-not that you were complaining. The boy had something about him that captured your interest almost instantly, something that welcomed your presence. Maybe it was those questioning eyes, that messy hair, that soft-spoken tone…or maybe it was just Edmund. You had only just met the young King, and yet you felt as if you had known him for an eternity.

You nodded slowly, averting your gaze from the waters to Edmund’s soft brown eyes, hidden mostly by the dark.

“I just needed some air.” You said, barely moving your lips as you did so. Edmund nodded, seemingly in understanding. He leaned over the edge of the deck, looking out into the vast water-mass you had just been admiring. 

“Lovely, isn’t it?” He suggested thoughtfully. You remained silent, watching him.
“Did you have oceans like this in Telmar? Well, I suppose, Narnia.” He let out a small, nervous laugh. “Uh-you and Caspian grew up together in Telmar however, am I correct? Before you, I mean-” Edmund murmured, fumbling over his words a little.

You chuckled, playing with a strand of loose hair that had fallen into your eyes. “Edmund, I only knew my brother for a mere month of my childhood before we were separated.” You said casually, pausing to lean back away from the side of the deck. “We had the chance to reconnect about a week before the Dawn Treader set sail, actually.” 

Edmund nodded, breathing in. The two of you remained silent for a moment, taking in the feeling of the swaying ship and the increasingly chilly air.

“Oh, look!” Edmund announced suddenly, breaking the silence. In the dark, you could make out the form of him gesturing towards the sky.


Sure enough, as you glanced towards the heavens, you could see a blanket of constellations. It was nothing like you had ever seen before-never in your entire life. 

They weren’t very luminous-you had to look directly up at the sky to catch their light-but they were magnificent. Paintings of centaurs and lions filled the canvas of the sky, showering the stars from each constellation below into your stunned eyes. 

“…wow.” Was all you could muster, so astounded by the images before you. 

“Aren’t they wonderful?” Edmund asked softly. 

You felt him move closer to you, his breathing pace increasing ever-so-slightly. His breath was so close to your neck you could feel the heat radiating off of your skin. 



Edmund paused, his fingertips brushing against your waist and his lips grazing across your ear. 

“Can I kiss you?” He muttered in what was almost a low growl. 

“Edmund! What in Holy Aslan are you doing to my sister?”

Edmund flinched, releasing you immediately and facing Caspian with a dumbfounded expression. 

Caspian, who was glaring at Edmund in utter disgust, was standing in the small threshold where the steps leading to the cabins were. He appeared to be holding what looked to be a wooden cup.

“Caspian-” You started, almost close to laughter. Before you could finish, the cup was flying past your ear and into Edmund’s face.

It seemed like you would have to find some more creative kissing spots.

Destiel Thoughts for s7

I really wanted to talk about this season in particular, because I think with Cas’ latest death, it’s a prime time to compare Dean’s character growth since then. So with that said, I’ll get right to it. 

 In s7, Dean was pretty torn up over Cas’ death, enough for Bobby and Sam to notice and for him to have a nightmare(s?) about it. But he could live with it, after downing a couple beers. This is already a vast contrast to 13x01, as he displayed a desperation on a scale that we haven’t really seen from him since Sam’s first death. Dean was demanding Chuck to bring Cas back, just as he was dead set on saving Sam. 

 S7 is when I believe Dean begins to question his feelings for Cas, and during the car ride with amnesia Cas in 7x17, he seems to say as much. While answering Cas’ questions, he goes on to say, “y’know I used to be able to shake this stuff off, whatever it was. Might take me some time, but I always could. What… Cas did, I just can’t. I don’t know why.” He clearly doesn’t understand the depths of his own emotions, (having probably never loved anyone on this scale before) and it bothers him. Cas goes on to say that it doesn’t matter, but Dean disagrees and vehemently says that it does. To some degree, this means that during Cas’ death, he’s probably asked himself why he didn’t toss out Cas’ bloody old trench coat, and why it matters to him so much. 

We know that once Dean is done with someone’s bs, he shows them the door and with no remorse. His relationship with Mary in s12 is a great example of that, and only 14 eps in, Mary’s lies, abandonment, betrayal, and nearly getting Cas killed was enough for Dean to shut her out for a while. In s6, Cas lied about who he was working with like Mary. He lied about his whereabouts, plans, betrayed him, and kept Dean at arms length just like Mary, and yet Dean never told him, “there’s the door.” 

 Dean forgave Cas because he loves him, and if that’s not enough, here’s more. 

Back in s5 when Death revived Karen, Bobby’s wife, her and Dean shared a moment together alone. Karen reveals to Dean that she remembers her death and that she sees the guilt in Bobby’s eyes every time she looks at him, and Dean asks why doesn’t she just tell Bobby that instead of lying to him saying that she doesn’t remember. Karen then vehemently says that Dean has never been in love, and goes on to explain to him that her job is to bring Bobby peace, and not pain. And when Cas returns from the dead in 7x17, what does he do? He doesn’t tell Cas that he knows him, that he remembers the pain and his betrayal. It’s the exact opposite of what Meg does, as she is more than happy to make the already tense relationship between Dean and Cas that much rockier by hinting that the three of them have history. Meg is more concerned with Cas’ powers and what he can do for her own selfish ambitions. Dean, on the other hand, is concerned with getting to Sam, Cas’ welfare, and keeping the fragile peace between them. 

And when Cas does get his memories back, they’re mostly centered around Dean, which I find both odd and heartwarming. Castiel has been alive since the dawn of time. He’s seen creation born, humanity evolve, literally everything, and yet the things he remembers most is Dean? The time he’s spent with Dean is literally a fragment in the whole of his very, very long life. It’s not even worth putting into the whole script. It’s a mere second in a sense, and yet, it’s impacted Cas so deeply that it’s the things he remembers first. And even when Cas remembers everything, Dean still doesn’t seem to care about what he had done. He doesn’t argue with him, or agree with him when Cas says he deserves to die like he would with anyone else who’s pissed him off. Instead, he insists that Cas did the best he could at the time, that he came back to fix things as he gives Cas his trench coat back. He’s extending an olive branch to Cas, expressing in his own way that he wants to fix their friendship, and that he’s willing to forgive him. 

 Sam throughout all of s7 never shared the same concern Dean did for Cas, granted he had his own things to deal with. He was more concerned with finding a solution to the leviathans, Dean’s welfare, his own mental state, and Bobby’s death. Now, that’s not to say that he doesn’t care about Cas, of course he does, but the difference between platonic love and romantic is clear between the brothers. 

Honestly, I admire Sam’s ability to take just about everything in stride. He has an uncanny ability to let logic rule him over emotions, unlike Dean, as he never strays off course of their mission. 7x21 is yet one of many examples of Sam choosing logic over emotion, because while he’s busy learning that Kevin is the answer to their leviathan dilemma, Dean is busy talking to Cas and easily getting off track and distracted with his own wounded feelings with him. Sam also is better at communicating to Cas as well, as the two easily have a heart to heart about Cas taking on Sam’s crazy, while Dean ends up just pushing Cas away half the time. Dean never outright says what he’s feeling like Sam, and his ‘feelings are for the weak’, facade only gets himself hurt more. 

It’s something I think he’s going to have to overcome in s13, but that’s for another post. So for me, s7 represents Dean realizing his feelings, and now that he has realized them, I’m very interested in how s13 will play out. ~

Greek Mythology: Gaia (Gaea)

The greek goddess of the earth. She was one of the primoridal elemental deities (protogenoi) born at the dawn of creation. Gaia was the great mother of all creation–the heavenly gods were descended from her through her union with Ouranos (Uranus) (Sky), the sea-gods from her union with Pontos (Sea), the Gigantes (Giants) from her mating with Tartaros (the Pit), and mortal creatures born directly from her earthy flesh.

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“Jack acquired his Siren catalyst a long time ago. He kept her hidden from the world for years, but finally – you will be able to set her free ”

Ahh I’m so happy to finally debut my Angel cosplay!!!!

Photography by: @deaddigitalprince
Makeup by: @sass-master-kyoko
Top made by: Purifiedarachnid
Tights made by: bahamut dawn creations
Chest/back piece and hair clips made by: me !

Edmund x Reader: Afraid

Prompt/ask: (Requested via message) Can you write something involving ed set in vodt? Where the reader is afraid of storms and he brings her to his cabin to comfort her? and kisses? thx!

Word count: 760

Warnings: none

Setting: VDT

The rain outside had become heavier with each passing minute, the storm almost consuming the Dawn Treader. You could nearly feel the entire weight of the boat move with you as you stood up and violently pushed your sheets back from where you previously lay.

Each step you took from your small bed seemed to be weighing you down, as if your socks were flooded from the rain outside. You just needed a breath of fresh air, away from the violent noises.

 As you closed the door to your cabin chambers and stepped into the window-less hall separating the rooms, you felt a surge of relief overwhelming you. Without another look around at the dark corridor below deck, you let your eyelids fall shut and your body sink to the floor.

“Everything alright?” 

Immediately, your eyes opened and your gaze turned to the gentle face of Edmund Pevensie. “Oh, uh, sorry.”

 “Sorry for…?” Edmund inquired softly. 

“Bothering you?” You offered, a bit timidly. 

“No no, I was just, uh-” He paused, “Actually, I don’t quite know.” 

The two of you remained in silence for a moment, you looking up at him from the floor. A crack of thunder broke the silence, its impact hitting the boat like a rush of water. You jumped involuntarily. 

Edmund shot you a look of concern as he took a step towards you.

“If you’d like, we could go to my cabin,” Edmund suggested, almost in a whisper as he knelt down a little. “Just so you-oh dammit.” 

He stopped mid-sentence, looking oddly flustered. “I’m just now realizing how this sounds.”

You chuckled softly in response, although your smile faded instantly as yet another wave of thunder hit you with a bang. You raised your eyebrows slightly.

“Uh, could we actually? Go to your cabin? I don’t, uh…really want to sleep in my own bed tonight.”

Edmund nodded without hesitation, kneeling down a little more so you could take his hand. 

“Of course, not like-well, you know. I won’t be spending the night...” You stammered, trailing off as you got to your feet. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you stood up to meet Edmund at eye-level. You opened your mouth to speak again, the warmth of Edmund’s hand in yours.

“I just-”

“It’s alright.” Edmund said with a small, reassuring smile. “Come.”

 His cabin was only a couple doors down from yours, and as he opened it, you immediately felt safe. 

There was nothing different about this room compared to your own shabby one below deck, but something about it made you feel as if you had been homesick for it your entire life. Perhaps it was because it belonged to Edmund-although, seeing as you barely knew the man, you doubted that this was the case. 

“Thanks.” You said softly as he shut the door behind him. You stood awkwardly for a moment, suddenly becoming aware of how flimsy your nightdress was against your bare skin. 

“So, uh-”

 “Oh, do forgive me! Please, sit.” Edmund said hastily, guiding you to the small bed in the darkened room. “Make yourself as comfortable as possible, okay? I can get you some water if-” 

“That won’t be necessary Edmund, I’m fine.” You retorted, almost defensively-though you didn’t mean for it to sound that way. Even in the dark, you could tell Edmund was raising a skeptical eyebrow. 

He sat beside you tentatively, remaining silent for a moment as the rain continued to pound against the glass in the small window. 

“I’ve always been afraid of storms.” You muttered, more to yourself than to Edmund. The latter’s gaze snapped back to you, his eyes questioning you to elaborate. 

“Well, I’ve always hated the violence in rain. It’s like an ongoing war you see, each drop…racing for safety.” 

Edmund nodded, not breaking eye contact. 

“And it’s, I mean,” You continued, leaning back a little on the tiny bed, “Not…pleasant.”

To your surprise, Edmund chuckled faintly. “Well, if it was-as you say-pleasant, I don’t think you’d be sitting on my bed right now.” 

You groaned in mock-irration, a small smile forming on your features. “At least something has come out of this storm.” 

“Oh?” Edmund said with great amusement, standing up now. “And what exactly?”

 “Well, to begin with” You muttered, raising yourself from the bed with deliberate slowness, “I can confirm something.” Edmund raised an eyebrow. “What would you want to-”

 And then you were kissing. And, all of a sudden, the rain died out. All that mattered was Edmund.

Thank Aslan for the storm.

Confession:  What if “Those Beyond the seas” are from Westeros and Essos? The uncharted portion of Essos in ASOIAF is… the far east, and in Thedas, it is the south and west and north! A message left from those beyond the sea states: “Thedas’s present troubles are great, but you have the strength to meet and conquer them. More will come. We prepare for the day and hold vigil. Do not look for your men; do not mourn them. They have given themselves of their own free will to a higher cause.” They’ve gone to stand at the wall and fight the War for the Dawn! The creation of White Walkers would be a sundering of the Veil, the Veil being stronger in those two continents. White Walkers are stronger demons, Wights are weaker ones like ‘devouring corpses’!


Photographer Kilian Schönberger (previously) climbed the Alps late at night to capture one of the mountain range’s strangest segments, alien-like columns found in South Tyrol, an autonomous province in Northern Italy. His series Otherworld showcases the so-called “earth pyramids” in a hazy dawn light, strange creations that appear like stalagmites freed from their underground caves.

The structures are created by erosion, rising from clay soil left behind by glaciers from the last Ice Age. Each features a large boulder resting on top which protects the soil below. Eventually the tall columns loose the strength to hold the large rock overhead, shifting balance and sending it tumbling down the mountain.

The otherworldly elements remind Schönberger of the hoodoos in the Southwestern United States, however the two naturally occurring wonders are formed from two very different geological processes.