in the shadow of a fractured sun

j2faodail  asked:

Hey Aeren, Do you have recs for angsty Merthur? Am In the mood to read some heavy angst and cry my heart out (lol) Thanks in advance! XOXO

Hi there friend! those are some of my favorites, being Such Fractured Shadows the number one :)

Such Fractured Shadows Lionel is the first, approaching Merlin one late summer afternoon as the sun slants through the dust in the stables and turns the air into heavy fire.

Save You A highly contagious and deadly sickness spread through the kingdom of Camelot. When Merlin comes down with the first symptoms, King Arthur has to make a choice: his kingdom or his lover.

When It Burns When a curse causes Arthur to see Merlin die dozens of different ways every day, he struggles to maintain his knowledge of what’s real and what isn’t. Somehow he must protect his sanity while governing his kingdom.

Rheged  Post S5 (AU); canon to the end of S4 & part of the way through S5. Gwen and Arthur have been married for several years, Merlin’s magic has been revealed and Arthur has now reached a kind of cold peace with it. Then a delegation arrives from a kingdom based on magic, and suddenly Destiny is starkly and ruthlessly to the fore. The question is should - can - it be avoided?

Of Faith and Hope and Love To lose a manservant once may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose him twice looks like carelessness. When Merlin vanishes in the mines of Kemeray, Arthur’s search for him uncovers decades of secrets and betrayals. But the sudden appearance of a baby white dragon bodes well for Albion, for Merlin and Arthur, and for the land that they will build together.

The Gravest of Miracles If there was one thing Arthur Pendragon was never without, it was a mood.

Something Borrowed When Merlin proposes to his sister, Arthur knows nothing will ever be the same between them, and he can live with that. He won’t be happy about it, but even if he’s loved Merlin for years, he’s not going to stand up at their wedding shouting, “I object,” not when it won’t do him any good. And then the stag night happens.

Pianos are Made for Falling Arthur is a world class violinist, trapped in Sydney, Australia, by his fear of flying. In the wake of a mediocre concert, vicious critics and with barely a month to go before his next (hopefully reputation-saving) recital, Arthur is almost at breaking point. When his accompanist, Morgana, breaks her wrist in a car accident, Arthur is more or less doomed. And the story begins, when the Maestro at the conservatoire, Gaius Stresemann, recommends his protege Merlin Emrys to step in. Merlin, who plays by ear, as he pleases and really just wants to be a kindergarten teacher.

The Things He Never Knew Where Uther discovers Merlin’s magic and Arthur isn’t around to save him.

the good times are killing me  In which the boys pretend to still be together for Christmas (and there is more than one kind of charade).

The Wasting Game Merlin stops eating. No-one notices, and then someone does.

Time Forward  While still at uni, Arthur Pendragon meets two people who become his best friends. He falls in love with one of them… but marries the other. This isn’t his story to tell; it’s Merlin’s. And Merlin will always remember that he met Arthur first.

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april comes in fractures,

a slow convalescence,punctual as a toad

where, foisting a mouthful
of arrows, our sun spears
the water, merciless

infinity pours

within the feeling of
the river:

birch, saffron, fig, paw

a bird aboard its own shadow,
into the angle of a
                    gore or dread 

all is blue to the end of
remembering , mended by
this brilliant light

“Mnemosyne” Fiction|Smut

Moodboard by @48gmoodboards

Characters: Matsui Jurina (Mnemosyne), Matsui Rena (Lethe); Kojima Haruna (Persephone); Oshima Yuko (Hades)

Summary: Time moves forward. The mind forgets but the heart remembers. 

Author’s note: This is my take on the Lethe x Mnemosyne prompt suggested by @rukakikuchi. She made Part 1 and I made Part 2 with some tweaks from her. I’m not a hardcore wmatsui shipper like before but they are still very precious. I hope you guys enjoy this. It was an “emotionally draining but totally worth it writing experience”. 

P.S. An anon asked me for a smut so so so long ago, but it is only now that I succumbed to it. You guys, this is my first smut so do forgive me if it falls short. 



Hours pass

The weeks turn into months

And I’m still alone

Wondering when I’ll see you

Still I watch the hourglass

The symbol of our love

When we were so sure

Our love would be everlasting

(The S.O.S. Band - “Sands of Time”)


They cannot kill me even if they wish it with all their heart. They cannot destroy me even if I am the last of the ancient immortals.

I am nostalgia; I am melancholy; I am yearning; I am desire.

I am the forbidden knowledge of the world.

I am Mnemosyne.





Time flows like an endless river reaching the large expanse of the open sea. Without end or beginning. It trickles without pause; without caution—with selfish inevitability. Time heeds no one’s bidding. It grants no one’s request. It only moves forward despite the unquenchable thirst in our hearts to remain as we are or as we once were.

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anonymous asked:

okay so what would you title some of the episodes in trc??

okay this probably sucks but in my attempt to be an art hoe™️, I tried to combine pretty words to make episode titles so @maggie-stiefvater hmu for some more of this garbage, I’m still desperate to pay my college tuition

Blue episodes: Broken Mirrors, Every Blue Moon, Written in the Stars, Silent Landline, Starless Night, When a Bird Sings, Wanderlove, Kaleidoscope Color, Violet Shy, Lily Witch, An Autumn Song, Lavender Candles, etc.

Gansey episodes: Letters Unopened, Cherry Champagne, Not Hidden Nor Lost, Honey Whiskey, Hopeless Love Ballad, Sleeping King, Old Money Son, Kingskin, Lively Hazel Eyes, Dead Ends, Summer Undone, Crown Thee, etc. 

Ronan episodes: Insomniacs Dream, Red Neon Angel, Restless Lullaby, Poisoned Youth, Kerosine Dreams, Tonight’s Delusion, Religion of a God, Love in Latin, Hymn and a Kiss, Shadow Kin, Brothers Love, Grave Faith, etc. 

Adam episodes: Aching Rotten Lungs, Wilted Garden, Thorn Torn Skin, Mechanic Hands, Defy thy Father, Chapped and Withered, Sun Blush, Science of a Storm, Fractured Face, Guide with no Eyes, May it Rain, etc.

Noah episodes: Stopped Clocks, Dusty Mold Bones, Punk isn’t Dead, Birthday Schnapps, Echo of a Boy, Gray Ice Veins, Time for Goodbye, Restless in Death, Growing Colder, Eternal Youth, Never Older, etc. 

Henry episodes: Keeper of the Bees, Prince Among Thieves, Loyal to the King, A Rebel Forever, Afraid and Happy, Friends till the End, Smile like Sunshine, Vancouver Crowd, RoboBeeBoy, Mother’s Love, Life in a Play, etc.

i want you to cling to me like your soft / buttermilked lungs cling to air / i want you lightyear-lit & unimpeachable / as an animal / i think we would be / a moonlit desecration / mere embers against / the anatomy of the biblical night / heavy with the tears of saints & lost prophets / fractured in fire-flecked pools / of dismembered stars (like your heart or a hot sip of void) / i miss August already, the way the angels toppled one-by-one into / your upended mouth / how the sun dreamt us / a new world where the dark / tasted like warm chocolate / syrup instead of a dying man’s blood / how our shadows could’ve made halos / now we sleep / gently / as the clouds string us up into / another space-time calamity and we / collect dust /our bodies / shining furiously / like / sharks or meteorites / our sadness / in our hands / rebuilding the / castles of old constellations.
—   You, The Animal & The Night || j.r 

reaperxwidowmaker  asked:

Could you write something where reaper and widowmaker are sleeping together and reaper has a nightmare about Widowmaker dying right in front of him and when he wakes up he hugs Widowmaker and tells her how much she means to her. If you can't I understand

So. I ran with this prompt. (Although I must admit I changed a lot. No cuddling but they’re kind of kind to each other?) 

nsfw for violence, murder and smut, but like over 2,5k of smut

word count: 4.349

ripe and ruin


His dreams are memories—or fragments of; gunshots ringing in the godforsaken alleyways of LA, the smell of cheap detergent at the laundromats and the sound of coins being inserted in the machines, the way the mattress dipped in the bunk above his when his fellow recruit shifted in a restless sleep.

Mostly, he dreams of his time at Overwatch.

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Perseverance: Chapter 9

Chapter 8

Genre: Angst/Suspense

Author’s note: Just to give you all fair warning this chapter is going to get a bit feels-y towards the end. Seriously, even my own eyes were watering as I was writing the later half. Oh, and about this story only being ten chapters long… Yeah, I was wrong about that again. It’s actually going to end up being eleven now instead. Sorry for miscalculating that twice.

A noble purpose inspires sacrifice, stimulates innovation and encourages perseverance. - Gary Hamel

Stan’s mind was whirling and stuttering sluggishly about as though it were an overheated, overtaxed computer.

The dark apparition in the distance, it was… it was the same one that had gotten him out of the trunk. Maybe. Was it? Was it the one he’d fooled himself into thinking was Stanford while he’d been going through that desperate outburst of hysteria? No, no it couldn’t be. Stanford wasn’t here; there was no way he could’ve been all the way out here. He didn’t know what was happening to his twin, and he couldn’t have gotten to where he was from Oregon in such a short amount of time even if he had. He…h-he had escaped from the enclosed trunk on his own, somehow. There just… there couldn’t be any other explanation. All of his banging and bashing around must have weakened the latch on the vehicle and popped it open.

Stanford wasn’t here. He never had been. Stan was determined to remain firmly within the reality of that fact. He wasn’t going to let a sense foolish hope or his own delusional loneliness drive him right off the deep end again. He’d only just been released from one dangerous fit of insanity, he wasn’t eager to jump back into another.

It was probably… probably, just another hallucination, right? Then there was no real need to pay it any attention. After all, Stan thought as he allowed himself another quick peek up to where his ‘subconscious’ was tensely draped across the stubby branches of the Joshua tree, he was busy dealing with enough unpleasant hallucinations as it was.

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He looked at her the way the sun complies to the horizon. The inevitable fall, falling into her and finding acceptance for the shadows, bruised across his battered soul in her darkness; she judges not what she sees but what she feels. Then the rise, blinding and burning love, fanned light finding the fractures in his image and iridescent reflections through the cracks like a mirror caught in the sunlight. He sees his face for the first time as he was meant to be; lit by love and her.
—  venomousvelvet 
Our boundaries were like shadows, shifting and changing depending on the time of day. Some afternoons we opened both our hearts like the trapdoor into the attic and climbed together into the marrow of our very bones and we wandered through each other’s souls. We never thought twice about displaying all the new cracks and old, healing fractures alike. Other days we just smiled in the hall way, our eyes shaking hands for only half a second. I don’t know what changed between those moments. Whether it was the air or the sun or the way the other stars were lined up in the sky that day. What I do know is that it was always beautiful and I wouldn’t have traded it for all the stability in the world.
—  A.O.A.M || Boundaries
The Bridegroom

Cosseted by his maiden aunts and hated by his village, Rumplestiltskin believes he must be the loneliest man alive. When an unseen woman saves his life one terrifying night, he agrees to share her home and her bed in an attempt to free her from a cruel curse. (NC-17)

For minticetea, who prompted: Cupid & Psyche AU, Fairy Tale Land

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This wide-angle image shows the south polar region of Saturn’s moon Enceladus and outlines the area covered by the high-resolution mosaic combining data from the imaging science subsystem and composite infrared spectrometer aboard NASA’s Cassini spacecraft. The outlined area focuses on Baghdad Sulcus, a fracture in the south polar region.
Cassini captured the data for this wide-angle image during the spacecraft’s close flyby of the moon Nov. 21, 2009. This image and others from that flyby are among the best visible light images Cassini will capture of the region around the “tiger stripes,” – the fissures that spray icy particles, water vapor and organic compounds – compounds, before the moon’s south polar region enters winter darkness for the coming years.

This wide-angle view shows not only Baghdad Sulcus, but also other nearby fractures. Lit terrain seen here is on the leading hemisphere and Saturn-facing side of Enceladus (504 kilometers, 313 miles across). The south pole lies in shadow near the bottom middle of the image. The wide-angle view was acquired at a distance of approximately 2,000 kilometers (1,200 miles) from Enceladus and at a sun-Enceladus-spacecraft, or phase, angle of 114 degrees. Scale in the wide-angle view is 116 meters (381 feet) per pixel.

Caption: Cassini Solstice Team


This is the first of two parts in the Fenris meets Solas chapter of a fic I am never going to write. It’s basically the culmination of what’s been happening with Fenris’s lyrium in my fics up to this point. (Events referenced here come from No Salvation, Trust, and Millstone.) And a bunch more exciting stuff happens. No, it’s never going to have any context because I can’t make plots  ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

EDIT: part two up here!


“There’s no one here,” Hawke murmurs.

Fenris gazes up at the broken stone edifice, the bronze tiles of forgotten mosaics gleaming dully under the tangled profusion of vivid green ivy. “Perhaps they are deeper inside?”

“The land isn’t disturbed. Not even a little. No one’s been here in years.” Hawke runs his fingers over the leather-wrapped hilt of his dagger. “Whoever told Aveline they saw elves headed this way…”

Fenris sighs. “…was likely trying to lure us into a trap. Shall we go back to the camp and gather reinforcements?”

Hawke doesn’t reply, rubbing his thumb over the steel pommel of his dagger.

Venhedis. “Hawke. We are not going to walk in there alone. You can’t hope to escape a trap set by the Dread Wolf by letting it snap shut around you.”

“Around us.” Hawke takes Fenris’s hand and squeezes it, grinning. “You’re coming with me, aren’t you?”

Fenris stares. “No. This is ridiculous.”

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reflective mirrors

confiscate our souls
like shadows of hipster ghosts
slipping into “errors” of reality

into the
quantum matrix
of the vanity looking glass
we fracture ourselves into
dreams - clusters of a self

look and the see
the collages of
eyes - those erratic temperate zones …

constellations of
energized volitions - flux and changes/cycles

like the mirages of your eyes
the unstable fragments of me
in the corn-sun
of the bluish sky
twinkling laminated rays … searching …

you … in the sleeping hamper

of your
cubist hunger
breathing through
the plausible tunnels
of your exotic imagination - a jugular portal of possibilities.

there …
i live for
the glow
of your sun …

there … i fall
the surrender …

into the prism of
mystic rainbows.

Okay, so after much deliberation with the lovely chaitea09, I have finally finished Varlen’s pre-Inquisition backstory now that he is not the Herald (that role goes to his lovely twin sister, Riven Lavellan, who let’s face it would do a much better job)!

Under the cut for those who happen to still be interested in Varlen the Alpha-Dork (it has been a very spammy week, and I do apologise. I’m just in real deep guys help me).

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