Sederis remembered the first time he visited the Cloudrend Glades with his father. He used to think that his gloom had painted his memories in hues of greys and dull blues, but now that he was here, the Lordling could finally prove himself that he was wrong. If the Eversong Woods enjoyed eternal spring, the Cloudrend Glades were shrouded in eternal twilight. Sederis began to wonder if perhaps it was the colours that had painted his gloom, and not the other way round.

“Tell me, what makes something yours?” Zarannis asked as they travelled further up into the mist-shrouded mountains on horseback.

“What do you mean?” Sederis replied, his horse following her’s while his eyes gazed out at the dark forests of timber in the distance.

“You claim this blade is yours. What makes it yours?”

“Birthright.” The Lord rode up, keeping pace with her. “It’s a family heirloom. It was my father’s and his father’s before him.”

“That makes it your family’s, not yours.” Zarannis patted the sword on her back, a scratched and battered thing that had a soft green glow of magics about it. “Take this sword for example. It’s mine because I’ve carried it for years, I’ve cared for it, I’ve killed with it and it’s saved my life more than once. Sure I could get a new blade, but I don’t want to. It’s mine. Can you say the same for Zin’jang? You’ve wielded it, what? Once? It wasn’t even in combat, you were a boy.”

Sederis was silent for a long while, but Zarannis waited patiently for an answer. Not that it was hard for the Farstrider.

“What makes something yours? Meaning. Meaning makes it yours.” He answered at last. “The time you spent with it, the experiences you’ve had with it, those are the things that give that give the blade meaning to you. Even if you receive a sword you’ve never wielded before, but the Ranger-Lord himself had given it to you- That’d too give it meaning.”

“What if I told you that I stole it?” She patted her sword once more. “Or what if this hypothetical new blade that I was given was taken from someone else without permission? What makes it mine? What makes it his? Is it mine after I kill him?”

Sederis frowned. He was never a thinking man. If he was, he figured he wouldn’t have been so willing to throw his life away. “What’s your point?”

“The Law. The Law is what decides if something is truly yours. Legal recognition, and enforcement of that recognition. But where we’re going… The laws of Quel’thalas don’t apply there. Their lands, their law. You understand?”

“Their lands?” The Lord of the Emberglades blinked.

“We’re going off the maps, Lord Emberheart. You wanted to know if there are still trolls in these mountains, we’re going to find out.” She led him to the threshold of a mountain pass, beyond which lay the first of many desolated valleys. Sederis saw the ominous outlines of ruins, jutting out of the fog like the black ribs of a dead beast.

“Also, to be clear, I’m a Farstrider. I didn’t steal my sword. In fact, I kill thieves so Light help those idiots responsible for this mess.”

(( A Legacy of Blood of Iron is series of stories that’s backdated to long before the Legionfall campaign. The other parts can be found here ))

of dusk and dawn and a love beyond

Summary: The King of Day, Victor, drops flowers to the Ruler of Night, Yuuri, to express his love for him, but they are always returned, as Yuuri thinks that they’re dropped by mistake. 

Victor cries and plucks wishes off the petals every time, remembering the time when once, they had been together.

based off this au by @beanpots


There are only two times that they meet every cycle, two times that their realms blur at the borders and the rulers walk past each other as one sigil rises where the other one falls. Dusk and dawn are the most precious times of day to Victor, because that’s the only opportunity he has to glimpse the elusive Ruler of Night.

The boundary separating them is not one that is easily described. No land can be night and day at the same time, no land can host them both together. So Victor waits for the moments that he throws the Sun into the heavens and the moments he calls it back to earth, for that is the only time that Night and Day blur and they can be together.

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If only there was a land of Eternal Twilight, he thinks wistfully, standing in a meadow full of flowers. Sunflowers and daisies, all sorts of plants that open to the sun. They bloom in his footsteps where his raiment of sunlight and sky-shards touches the ground, and sing his praise in tiny voices that humans cannot hear. The place where he has come to summon the day this time is far from human civilization — his preference.

@fvuefbver as The Ruler of Night

@grumpybooth  as The Herald of Dawn   

me as The King of Day (but I lost my crown :<)

inspired by the cutest yoi au ever - @beanpots Day and Night AU


part 1

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I wonder how much of the situation Rythian understood. It’s not impossible to synthesize your way into morality from a toxic environment, but it’s certainly not easy, either. 

I wonder if it was slow, if his dislike of the world in which he was raised started with simple questions (why don’t I look like the Ones that walk the night) and became bigger ones (whyamiherewhydidyoudothistomeohgodwhathaveidone), or if the realizations came all at once. If there was some defining moment (when She placed the ancient blade upon his shoulders, a legacy that became an untouchable reality no one would explain, a prophesy he was somehow both destined and doomed to fulfill, unquestioning, but damn it, he was no longer a child).

I wonder what he thought of the Brightlands. How long it took him to overcome the fear they’d written into his core, the disgust and dislike and unjust hatred he’d believed for so long. How he met Lalna and Sjin, and when (before his flight from the End? after? how long had he known of the land of sun and warmth, kept it inside him to hold like a torch in the endless dark of eternal twilight).

I wonder at his heart, how it must have broken when his friends betrayed him, how much he must have struggled against the old Hate, ashes which had long since lost fuel but were now engorged with kindling threatening to burn straight through his chest. The tears he cried in mourning, not just for the physical things, or even for the fabric of a universe that was slowly ungluing itself, but, selfishly, for himself, and for the death of the last of his innocence, the part of him that wanted black and white, that wanted a villain and a hero, hostiles and NPCs, but got only hell fire raining from the sky and the knowledge that nothing and no one is ever simple. 


Lorule was once a shining, blessed land, for the Goddess Hylia once watched over it too, but when the Triforce was destroyed She was unable to speak with the denizens of Lorule, and over time the memory of their Goddess was lost, even Her very name forgotten, so lost that the land, once called Hyrule, became known as Lorule, or, to some, simply the “Dark World”, for it was a place where the light of the Goddess no longer shone.

Over time Lorule slowly fell from its former glory, becoming a realm of eternal twilight, and Hylia mourned. In an effort to right things She cast Herself into mortal form, which displeased the Dark God greatly, but there was little He could do besides take a mortal form Himself and try to sway the Goddess with His beauty and power.

With a final act of despicable magic the Dark God attempted to seal the demise of Lorule in stone - He cursed the Goddess’ Hero to forget that he had once possessed courage….

The fierce Hero crumbled under this curse, falling into despair. Unable to undo this dark magic, the Goddess gave Her Hero a new gift instead - the wisdom to seek out the courage he - and Lorule - needed.

[Our vision of Lorule’s Deities - Fierce Deity First Hero Ravio, Yuga’s God Form and Hylia-Hilda. Three pieces that can be merged into one piece. We wanted to get this done in time for the 30th anniversary, and we did! Concept art/outfit design by me and cleanup/coloring by @thelavenderqueen! Thank you, Lav, you’re my Goddess! Working with you on this was utter joy!]


We’ll be together for all eternity.’’

misbehaving demo
infinity crush

spin me ‘round forever baby,
endless summer misbehaving
i wanna be good but you make me crazy
touching my thigh in the backseat baby
remember last december with me
the snow fell down like love around me
and i wanna be cool like ‘oh you don’t phase me’
but i sit in my room thinking about you baby
living in a daydream with you
hazy nights that make me want you,
you know i’d drive out west to see you
sun in my eyes going fast to meet you

you evil little thing you’re so pretty in the light,
my body’s resurrected every time it’s in your sight
sleeping like an angel on the drive to california
and you dont know what you do 
but you do it and you do it and you do it don’t you?
i want eternal twilight in your quiet little room
and i dont know what i do but i’m falling
and i’m falling and i’m falling into you

Very Hobi Anniversary

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You/Hoseok (J-Hope)

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 2,013

Summary:  Like above - you guys have been dating for seven years and are having sex on your anniversary, when you accidentally call him daddy. As it turns out, Hoseok has been waiting for you to say exactly that. 

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Your typical “look here’s my leggy!” post. :D


My first. Here it is.

Yesterday I finished spamming AC and painfully waited for the leather orders. Woke up today to my orders finally being complete, soooo it’s time to forge. \o/

There’s at least 7 people that I have to thank heartfully, it’s the feeling of being supported that makes your legendary journey so epic and special. I’ve been helped with INSANE amounts of raw gold, I’ve been helped at Not So Secret diving point, I’ve been helped with fractals and dungeons, I’ve been helped with materials. There was a lot of seemingly impossible stuff for me alone, that’s where the buddies kicked in and took my hand. <3 Agh I’m almost crying. x’D You guys are amazing. Thank you.

Now to the most unexpected part! I heard that making eternity, aka fusing sunrise + twilight will give you the previous skins, so I’ll give them to the ever-patient @flame-squad and she will make an eternity for me, thus receiving the two leggy and two pre skins for free. But wait I have to make a twilight first! :D SO YEAH IT’S OFFICIAL I’m going for the second legendary right away!! And since now I’m motivated and can’t wait to use a leggy already, I’ll try to be faster than with sunrise. MORE SUFFERING WOHOO! Sharing the skins with your dear ones is worth it. x’D

anonymous asked:

Is your Gilbert old physically? Bc he looked kinda wrinkly in that last comic and tbh now that I think about it I kind of love the idea of old Gilbert he'd be like a cool grandpa

well i mean, as far as canon goes he IS centuries old so— [shitty canned laughter]

but no, yeah, i like a gilbert who looks like he’s at least in his late thirties, if not his fourties.

TBH this is mostly because i draw and relate more to Modern Day Gilbert, and even if physically all the nations stay like fuckin……..20 yr olds forever and ever, the fact that he’s no longer a nation of his own and he’s watching his younger brother handle all the shit that he used to handle for that same younger brother makes him feel old.

and honestly? same. with his white hair and wrinkles, people probably assume he’s like 50. have i had him do “back in my day” jokes yet? i swear i have. i’m constantly thinking of him making them.


“Be near me when my light is low,
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of Being slow.

Be near me when the sensuous frame
Is rack’d with pangs that conquer trust;
And Time, a maniac scattering dust,
And Life, a fury slinging flame.

Be near me when my faith is dry,
And men the flies of latter spring,
That lay their eggs, and sting and sing
And weave their petty cells and die.

Be near me when I fade away,
To point the term of human strife,
And on the low dark verge of life
The twilight of eternal day.” 
― Alfred TennysonIn Memoriam

[1] Aviation Electrician’s Mate Airman Seth Orourke, a plane captain assigned to Strike Fighter Squadron (VFA) 81, gives thumbs up to the pilot of an F/A-18E Super Hornet after completing start-up of the aircraft on the flight deck aboard the Nimitz-class aircraft carrier USS Carl Vinson. (Photo by Petty Officer Second Class James Evans, 21 DEC 2011).

[2,3] Members of the flight deck crew direct a F/A-18C Hornet from the Mighty Shrikes of Strike Fighter Squadron (VFA) 94 to a catapult on the aircraft carrier USS Carl Vinson. (U.S. Navy photos by Mass Communication Specialist 3rd Class George M. Bell, 10 JUN 2013.)

[4] An F/A-18F Super Hornet waits to launch from the waist catapults on the flight deck of the USS Carl Vinson. (Photo by Petty Officer Second Class James Evans, 17 DEC 2011).

 [5] An F/A-18 Hornet launches from the flight deck during night operations aboard the Nimitz-class aircraft carrier USS Carl Vinson. (Photo by Petty Officer Second Class James Evans, 11 JAN 2012.)

anonymous asked:

so if the world is round answer me this, Celestia raises the sun in the morning and lowers it in the evening, does that mean that she just stashes it on the other side of the globe during night time? And to place that one step forwards what if nightmare moon's plan had been successful, does that mean on the other side of the globe there would have been eternal daytime? and various regions around the planet where it was eternal twilight or eternal dawn?

Well, she doesn’t “stash” it anywhere. It’s not on one side or the other. It’s more a matter of maintaining a consistent orbit, otherwise we would have no dawns or evenings.

And yes, if the night would last forever here, it follows that the day would last forever elsewhere. There would be rather extreme differences between different regions of the world, ecological disasters and the like.

sic semper tenebris

@theplagueofstars || CONTINUED: [XXX]

If not to the war against Lucis, the Kingdom of Dis would have crumbled anyway, and that in response to Noctis’ own doing. The Starscourge had taken root in the kingdom, not just in the crown city, but also in the neighboring towns and cities as well, spread through the air and the waterways system, and of course, prior infected traveling to and fro. As no doubt the soldiers of Gordian’s army has noticed, particularly those who have raided the hospitals and infirmaries - there are bodies deformed and warped into monstrosities, dead in the morgues, or worse, upon the very streets. 

Since advancing, the Lucian ranks have also been picked at by the daemons here and there, and the Kingdom of Dis has been in eternal twilight since the Lucian forces have entered its borders. The King they slayed, Noctis’ ‘father’, was leaking thick, pitch-black tar when they killed him. 

When Noctis is ushered out of the palace and toward the Prince Ardyn’s tent, he could smell the bodies of burning daemons and infected. He casts his glance about - still masked under the sentiments of a prince saying goodbye to his kingdom - and the tell-tale smokes of massive pyres and fire pits dot the horizon. Dis was lost even before Lucis came knocking by its doors.

The tent is elaborate and considerable in size, and Noctis is ushered in a bit roughly by the guard closest to him. Once inside he stands, and the Prince Ardyn tries to win him over with niceties and pleasantries. How curious.

And yet Noctis remains standing, hands bound. If he wanted, he could kill him right here - a small and tiny call to his ancient Furvamors magic - boil the prince’s blood, or solidify it where it runs in his veins, red and thick. But that would cut the Plague’s amusement, and his sole occupation has always been destroying kingdoms like Dis. Lucis was next on the slate, and already, those which came in contact with the daemons and infected will be taking the Starscourge into their homes. Noctis need not even lift a finger.

Right now, however, he is an exhausted prince who has had everything taken from him, and he will not sit down, and he can care less for food nor drink.