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Mermaids

Take a moment and think about mermaids. Think about mermaid who live in the waters of Hawaii, with eyelashes made of sea-foam and tails the color of the sun. Think about mermaids sitting on the bottom of the ocean, watching the surfers above them in fascination and pointing out the patterns and designs on the bottom of their boards like children pointing out stars.

Think about mermaids in the Mediterranean being able to ‘speak human’ but they can only speak the dead languages. Think about Mediterranean mermaids still following old trade routes that ships from thousands of years followed to get from one place to the next.

Think about mermaids from the deep sea, odd colors illuminating off of their skin and tails. Think about them with skin nearly transparent and eerie smiles of teeth like needles and claws. Think about deep sea mermaids with bioluminescent tails three times the length of man.

Think about mermaids the size of whales, their upper body seeming like that of giant. Think about these mermaids swimming in large pods and helping out the smaller mermaids, fascinated by their loose, feathery tails in contrast to their relatively short stiff ones. Think about these mermaids trying to copy the smaller mermaid’s swimming patterns with quick flicks of their tails and instead sending a large splash at a nearby boat.

Think about mermaids in the tropics, with fancy fins that seem to ripple and blow in the current, creating illusions of movement to people above. Think about mermaids with fins that look like feathers who like to jump out of the water as if they’re flying before diving back into the sea in giggles. Think about topical mermaids with tails that reflect the colors of the sky and color the ocean with colors that people never thought the ocean could turn.

Think about mermaids in rivers who slither across the floor of the water like snakes and pinch at peoples toes like crayfish. Think about these mermaids living by huge waterfalls, the ones with dams built over them having long since been abandoned in favor for some other point of the river, even if it isn’t a traditional waterfall home. Think about river mermaids meeting with river spirits and nymphs and discussing daily events while listening to motorboats jet past above them.

Think about mermaids who live in creeks made from inland glacial melt in places like Glacier. Think about them sitting contentedly under a long thin waterfall, watching as cars march across the windy road far far above. Think about them writing messages on the cliff walls with the rocks from the bottom of their creeks. Think about them with short but pliable tails that they use to flit over rapids and jump playfully over bridges surpassing their domain.

Think about mermaids who live in streams of glacial melt in places like Greenland. Think about them being able to watch the stars above them in fascination through the clear blue water. Think about them dodging through the inside of large icy glaciers, sleeping on thick sheets of ice that seem to just barely be holding onto the glacier but which their family has slept on for years. Think about them with tails so blue that they seem to glow even when they’re twenty feet underwater, a melody of pastels.

Think about mermaids in the far north, with eyelashes frosted over and lips as blue as the water around them. Think about mermaids in the far north with tails of dark blues, purples and silvers. Imagine them breaking through the ice whenever their waters freeze over and rolling around the top of it in jest, laughing as they skid and slide across the ice. Think about mermaids in the far north who speak in tongues to trolls who live in caves in cliff-faces.

Think about mermaids in the north so old they remember vikings and teach the young Old Norse, believing it to still be the language of the people in the region. Think of mermaids in the Mediterranean that remember the epics that they heard rhapsodes sing of back in the fifth century.

Think about jellyfish mermaids with trailing tentacles instead of tails. Think about them with large umbrella-shaped bells wrapped around their waists like skirts. Think about these mermaids using their tentacles to jokingly sting each other, but never going towards a fish-mermaid in fear of stinging them. Think about jellyfish mermaids with bioluminescent bells and skin with patterns and designs unique to each one of them.

Think about mermaids who live in lava. Because, you know, why not? Think about them with tails of liquid precious metals. Mermaids with tails of liquid gold, nickel, diamonds, and obsidian; their tails not having a definite form and bits and pieces of them flying out into the lava. Think about their tails solidifying as soon as they make contact with water, pulling them down to the bottom of the ocean where they’re forced to live until they die. Think about them daring each other to flip their tails out into the air, seeing who can stay out of the lava the longest and not have their tails solidify.

Think about space mermaids. Think about mermaids who live in the seas of Titan, living in a sea of methane and ethane while watching the thick orange clouds circle above their heads. Think about mermaids on Enceladus, living deep in the interior next to the warm water. Think about adventurous mermaids swimming up into the cooler waters to try to see the ice fountains on the planet’s icy surface, most of them being sucked out and launched into space.

Think about mermaids on Europa. Think about them living in the ocean between the icy surface and the rocky interior. Think about the mermaids grabbing rocks from the interior and scratching long lines across the surface so as to play games and replicate the linear fractures on the surface. Think about these mermaids who live in the deep black darkness of the ocean, but swim up to the thinner parts of the ice sheet of the planet to watch the stars and galaxies light up around them when they aren’t facing Jupiter. Think about these mermaids having different constellations that they point out to others, different myths based off of them and how they arrived in the sky.

Just think about mermaids.

That's Not So Different

@lovelylangst, I saw your idea that Voltron is hit by a spell by Haggar that makes them all revert to their original languages and I loved it so much I made a fic out of it.
I don’t know if you like your ideas being written out, so if you don’t, tell me and I’ll take it down.
Also, I kinda changed the idea a bit, so basically Pidge is perceptive and Allura is an oblivious bastard.

I don’t usually write ff alright.

Word count - 2000+

Pidge stumbled out of her lion, her bayard clasped to her chest, wheezing. Her voicebox felt like it had been clapped in hot iron, and black lightning sparked painfully from her armour where Haggar’s spell had struck Voltron. It had lanced all the way through the metal, and Pidge had heard Hunk whimper in pain.

Keith was sliding down Red’s leg. Some of his armour was shattered - no doubt from the hit - and his helmet was off. Sweat stuck to his forehead. His violet eyes were wide, and full of fear. He didn’t seem to want to look at her.

Hunk and Lance were nowhere to be seen - hiding out still in their lions, probably, like a mouse from a cat’s claws. Shiro eased himself out of his lion’s mouth. His helmet was off, too, but he looked unhurt. Voltron hadn’t won - but they’d escaped. For now, they were safe.

“Shiro! Pidge!” Allura came sprinting up to the hangar, her silvery hair flying behind her - she hadn’t bothered to tie it up. Coran was running behind her. “Lance!”

“He’s… He’s still in his lion, Coran,” stammered Pidge. “Oh, God, that was a hit… I feel all weak.”

“It must have been the komar,” deduced Coran, his hands a flurry at the scanner. “That spell Haggar devised. Do you feel like you’re going to pass out? Are you hurt?”

Pidge shook her head, shakily. “No,” she muttered. “I’m f-fine. Just shaken.”

“Keith? Shiro?” asked Allura. Her eyes were wide. “Are you hurt?”

Keith shook his head. Shiro opened his mouth to say something, but Keith, swift as a whip, stuck his hand over Shiro’s jaw. Shiro glared at him, and pulled his arm away.

“Shiro -”

There was something different about Keith’s voice.

It seemed more accented, sounding a little like Shiro’s when he mumbled to himself in Japanese. Keith didn’t seem eager to say much. He had deactivated his bayard, and was staring at it like he’d lost purpose. Pidge felt a rush of fear, down to her toes. Something was different, and if Keith was acting on it, then something was not only different, it was wrong.

“Kīsu, sore o yame nasai -”

Shiro clamped a hand over his mouth.

Pidge glanced at him, curiously. “Shiro?”

Shiro’s eyes had gone terrified. His cheeks were pale as chalk.

“Shiro?!” Allura sounded scared, her hands tugging at her hair in apprehension. “What’s happened? What was that?”

“Japanese,” Pidge said, exchanging a look with Keith. “Shiro, are you okay? You look -”

She wanted to say like death, but she felt like it might be considered a bit too rude and out of place, seeing as they had just nearly died anyway. Shiro looked like he was going to throw up. Keith, standing beside Shiro, put his arm on Shiro’s shoulder, and led him away without a word.

“What’s going on?” spluttered Coran. He was tapping at the blue lion’s leg with his communicator. “The lions are running, but Hunk’s been knocked out and Lance just won’t leave his! What’s wrong?”

“I think,” said Pidge slowly, “that something is different.”

Slav came running in, just as the blue lion’s jaw opened. The noodle alien paused, his eyes round.

“Oh, so you survived,” he said. “The probability of that was highly unlikely. Are you sure you’re alive?”

“Yes, Slav,” muttered Pidge. “Go do something else now.”

Slav didn’t move. He twisted a whisker like tendril around his mouth with his top pair of arms, like the way Coran did.

Footsteps tapped behind her, and Pidge looked back.

Lance limped towards them, taking off his shattered helmet. One eye was bruised and puffy. His knee trembled under his body weight.

“Lance!” Pidge ran up to him, but before she reached him, he collapsed, smudging blood on the floor. Allura gasped, and ran to join Pidge beside him.

Lance’s body was battered with bruises. His eyes were closed, one swollen with blood and purple. His armour was a mess, but at least he was breathing.

“Is he okay?” Allura whispered.

“I think so,” Pidge confirmed. She took off her glasses and pressed the lens to Lance’s bruise to test the severity. While she did that, Coran helped a very dazed Hunk out of his lion. He looked confused, but unhurt. Better than Lance and Shiro, at least.

“Why was Shiro speaking Japanese?” Allura asked, in an offhand voice. Pidge looked up.

“Native language,” she shrugged. “People tend to switch to their native language when they’re shocked.”

“Really?” Allura sounded interested. “What’s yours?”

“Sarcasm.”

Allura sighed. “English, right?”

“Yeah,” Pidge admitted, looking a little guilty.

-

“How’s Lance?” Pidge asked.

Coran was standing by the healing pod, twisting his moustache. He started when Pidge spoke.

“Pidge! Oh, you scared me!” He wiped his forehead. “He’s alright. He wasn’t badly injured. An hour more, and he should be raring to go!”

“Right, thanks.”

Coran eyed her.

“How is Shiro?”

Pidge sighed. “Still in shock. Babbling to Keith in Japanese. Clear to God Keith doesn’t understand a word of it.”

“Oh, really?” Coran looked interested. “Had Keith spoken yet?”

“No…” Pidge suddenly realised where Coran was coming from, and a jolt of horror shook her. “No, Coran. That doesn’t happen to us. Besides, neither Keith nor Lance have spoken, and they have English as their first language.”

“Not Keith,” said Coran. “His family - ignoring the Galra side - come from Korea. They moved to Texas before he was born.”

“Fine, Lance then.”

Coran glanced at her, before saying, in a controlled voice:

“Druid magic is capable of many things, Pidge.”

Pidge shrugged.

“It’s different, certainly.”

-

“So, you’re saying…” Allura tapped her nails on the table. Around her, sat Pidge, Coran, and Slav.

“Yes, princess,” said Coran, not needing the question to be finished. “Earthlings have many languages. It’s totally possible.”

“That’s true,” admitted Slav. He fiddled with his fingers, his beaklike mouth quivering.

“Admittedly,” Allura said, “you could be right. But then why is Lance not speaking? He speaks English, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, princess,” said Pidge. “That, I don’t get. He’s biracial, Cuban-American… Maybe he speaks Spanish.”

Allura snorted. “Trying to get attention, more like.”

“Hey!” Pidge retorted. “Lance isn’t like that! Don’t go like that! When he’s breaking like that, it’s dangerous!”

“Pidge, he’s like that every day!” Allura complained. She looked away from Pidge’s angry face into Coran’s concerned one. “So, I chase down Lance, and then we wait for the magic to wear off?”

“If it wears off.”

Pidge glared at Slav. “You know, for someone who’s always complaining about the odds, your pessimism doesn’t exactly help.”

“It doesn’t?”

Pidge fought the urge to throw Slav out the airlock.

“Princess, your idea of ‘chasing down Lance’ doesn’t seem to work in my mind,” Coran fretted. “He’s earned some rest.”

“Which he has now had!”

Coran sighed.

“Y'know, Princess,” Pidge said, trying to relieve some tension, “maybe I should just go get Lance.”

“No,” said Allura, standing up, and brushing her hair behind her in a determined fashion. “He won’t take it seriously if you deliver it. I will.”

And before anyone could say anything, Allura left, shutting the door behind her.

-

“Lance?”

Her fingers stung underneath the icy feel of the doorframe. The sky-blue light swept over the stooped figure hiding in the corner. Cloaked in an olive jacket.

“Lance?” Allura stepped cautiously forward, before gasping, and taking a few hesitant steps back.

Lance was crying.

The blue paladin sat hunched, her forehead on his knees and his tan hands wrapped over his face. Tears glittered on his hands like liquid diamond, rasping unintelligible words to the floor.

“Lance!” Allura said, for the third time, but now her voice filled with panic. She didn’t know why - Lance had always irritated her, even after he had stopped his stupid flirting game - but the Lance in front of her looked like the last kind of person to flirt with a princess. What she could see of the gleam of his blue eyes he was raw with sadness.

“Oh, my god,” Allura whispered. Lance didn’t look up - had he even heard her?

She heard footsteps behind her, and saw Pidge and Keith. Both of them looked stricken. Keith had his hands over his mouth as he hurried to Lance’s side. His eyes gleamed, and he looked horrified.

Pidge stood, her hands on her bayard. She looked angrily triumphant, accusing eyes on Allura, hissing, “I told you! I swear to god I warned you!”

“I - I…” Allura didn’t have the words. She bit her lip, shaken.

Keith was whispering words in Korean, his hands in Lance’s, trying to make him look at him, wiping at Lance’s tears with the hem of his cropped jacket. Allura caught a few words off the side.

“Ulji mal-ajuseyo. Jagiya, ulji ma.” He kissed Lance’s tear-streaked cheek and wrapped his arms around him.

Allura froze. Only speaking one language. Keith’s words were worthless when Lance didn’t know what they meant.

Lance’s eyes glowed a sharp, water blue through the darkness, fixed intently on Allura. He looked more angry than sad now. Suddenly, Allura felt a chill in her blood that had nothing to do with the cold castle.

“No tienes idea,” he spat. “¿Por qué me subestimas? Quiero que mires más allá de tus propias esperanzas por una vez.”

Only one language.

Oh, God.

She had never been more wrong about someone.

Pidge had gasped a little at Lance’s words, but Keith didn’t move. He kissed Lance, on the lips this time. Tears shuddered down his face.

Allura took off running, not wanting to see anyone. She knew Lance’s tears came from more than just pain, of not having anyone understand him. The way he looked at her… It was her fault. All her fault.

When she reached her own room, she cried almost as much as she had seen Lance doing.

-

Pidge sat at Lance’s side.

She hadn’t known something for sure. Guesses weren’t good enough. She cursed herself.

Not knowing something certainly - that was different. Pidge didn’t like different things.

-

“Where is he?”

Pidge looked wary about telling Allura… Anything… About Lance’s position. He looked pretty broken from their encounter from yesterday.

“In his room,” Pidge said eventually. “Keith is with him.”

Allura nodded mutely.

“This is your fault, you know,” she said accusingly.

Allura sighed. “I know. I’ve never been more wrong about something.”

Pidge turned her head to the blueprints on her lap, and didn’t say anything.

“I was wrong,” Allura repeated. “I didn’t listen to you. Not to Keith when he said that Lance needed more recognition. He nearly died for Coran… God, if Coran had died..” Her eyes drifted off into space, but she made them stoic and rigid again.

“I don’t know a thing about Lance,” said Allura. “I didn’t pay enough attention to him - not even so I knew he loved Keith and Keith loved him back, not so I knew he cried like that… I was wrong. You were right. He didn’t speak because he couldn’t. But when Keith and the others didn’t try, I didn’t care, and Lance could easily have been unable to speak as much as the others. But no, I was stupid. I thought he was flunking. I was wrong. You were right, he was bilingual. Spanish is his main language. Worst of all, he couldn’t tell me… But would I have listened?”

Pidge didn’t stop Allura, idly listening to her words whilst tapping on the electronics.

“I was wrong,” she repeated. “You were right. It’s always you who’s right.”

Pidge blinked. Then she smiled, cocky.

“Me, always right?” she asked. “Yeah, that’s not different. That’s not different at all.”

4

URANUS Space Tourism Travel Poster

Sail the Diamond Seas! Oceans of liquid diamond are only one of the many wonders you’ll find while exploring the ice giant Uranus.

Enjoy the sparkles from afar when you admire this vintage-inspired space travel poster.

One in an ongoing series of space tourism posters!  Because I love space, like, a LOT. 

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Moon in the 2nd House - Lunar Jeweller

“A star falls from the sky and into your hands. Then it seeps through your veins and swims inside your blood and becomes every part of you.” -
C. JoyBell C.

Moon in the 2nd can instantly gauge the ‘feeling’ of a room. The individual is very sensitive to surroundings in terms of vibration and decor. Every emotional experience seems to require a material outlet - be this through vices, intimacy, indulgence, or spending. Finances may fluctuate, and it can be difficult for the individual to save money or acquire a steady income. It’s like she can have more than she possibly needs, then struggle to make ends meet, like the shifting cycles of the moon that always change. The 2nd house is wealth and what is of value, and the moon works on internalised and indwelling levels. It generates tremendous riches filled with dream and imagination. She can find luxury within. She can soak into the bubblebath of her soul.

The individual may find it hard to settle, and prefer to keep moving around.  She is naturally imaginative and idealistic. Sometimes she can fantasise and become lost in daydream, and it can really feel like she lived the experience. It’s like she drips the liquid diamonds of a moonbeam, a creative spirit that spindles emotional impulse into art. She has a good eye for design, and frequently enjoys retreating into the cradling comforts of the paradise he has created for herself. Because the moon is fertile and the 2nd house is precious values, there may be the strong urgency to have many children. The individual will also spend a lot of money on her children and ensuring their feelings of stability and love. She likes to keep others safe and tends to be quite security conscious. It is hard for her to see people going without.

Moon in the 2nd is intuitive when growing fortune and business. It’s like she knows when to make the right move, when the appropriate moment has struck for her to shine like moonlight and show his greatest assets. She may have a soothing and lovely voice, in speech or even singing. There is a high amount of generosity here, and at worst the individual may become an enabler to someone else. Spending habits can directly relate to the mood. This may be how she manages emotions - to go on impulsive shopping sprees. The individual deeply treasures has received from ancestors and especially the mother. It’s like she can feel the energies in the items that belonged to her great grandmother from generations ago. She can find treasure in just about anything and enjoys sinking into the mindfulness of being amongst sensory enrichment. Her inner universe is dripping with moon ice cream and crystal sparkle, and this is the world she creates in astonishing glow.

-Cherry

ASTROLOGICAL ANATOMY

♈ ARIES // Birthed from deep, volcanic heat, and drenched in gasoline. It takes but a spark to light your fuse. Hair a frenzy of dancing flame, and eyes of glowing ember. Bones charred black with skin like wax. Destructive beauty – a force to be reckoned with. The Earth is scorched by a single glance. And from your trail of ash, life will grow. We could use a fresh start.

♉ TAURUS // You sprout from the ground; mossy soles forever rooted in the dirt. The higher you reach, the longer your limbs become. An armor of tree bark and hair like the branches of a flourishing weeping willow. You wear flowers on your head and thorns around your neck. Songbirds sing from your throat. Wooden legs hold firm – unyielding. This is a good place to stand.

♊ GEMINI // Eyes like stained glass windows. Skin of paper mâché, as thin and light as the book pages used to piece you together. Painted to match the sky – the brightest shades of yellow and blue. Hollow bones clatter like wind chimes. Whether you like it or not; the most gentle of breezes will sweep you away. They carry you like a kite. Windy days are like that.

♋ CANCER // Bones of petrified wood drifted ashore, tied loosely together with kelp. Your sea-weathered skin, a milky white – bathed in moonlight and embroidered with little shards of sea glass. Your hair caked in sand and salt. Eyes of pearl and teeth to match; a mermaid with no scales. Your heavy chest heaves with the tides. The feeling is mutual.

♌ LEO // Your heart is plated gold; blood is liquid silver. Diamond eyes with lashes flecked in their dust – blindingly glittering each time they flutter open. Titanium teeth ground to points. Your shining copper locks soak up every sun beam. Bronze skin is searing hot. You are radiance that’s prone to rust. Staying polished is essential.

♍ VIRGO // A spine that reads like a stack of old books. Wooden bones that creek like old stairs. You drift like dust filtered through sunlight into all of the empty spaces: cluttered cupboards and neglected gardens. Thoughts sprout from your scalp. They grow as ferns. Skin made of linen and lace, stained the color of spilled tea. Solitude keeps its own company, I suppose.

♎ LIBRA // Symmetry from head to toe, with pink petal lips and china doll cheeks. Dandelions seeds float from your mouth, carried by every whispered breath. Hair of honey and skin of silk. You speak in wafts of perfumes – sweet and light – laced with just a hint of arsenic. The balance you hold is a fragile thing, love. Handle with care.

♏ SCORPIO // Hips like a hurricane; a heart to match. It beats in claps of thunder; cracking ribs and shooting shock waves up lightning rod bones – electrocuting every nerve and fiber. Only goosebumps tell of the storm brewing beneath. Silver raindrops hang on your lips like stars in the sky. Mirror eyes show others their true reflection. Better they see themselves than you.

♐ SAGITTARIUS // A map of the world is etched deep into your leather hide, like runes carved on ancient temples. Your hair is made of fireworks; all sparks and color and smoke. Lungs full of the same. Bones; the antlers of wild animals. Tendons and joints stretch like rubber bands. You bound and leap and run faster than all. You can flee, but the desire to never will.

♑ CAPRICORN // Marble skin forged from the thickest layers of the Earths crust; embedded with raw crystals. Iron bones, and marrow teaming with valuable gems and minerals. Blood is thick, and molten hot. Your spinal cord is a mountain range. Your movement like tectonic plates. This body was built for efficiency. It will withstand the test of time.

♒ AQUARIUS // Prismatic eyes and hair of tangible starlight. A cosmic kind of beauty. Translucent skin like frosted glass; you can see galaxies swirling faintly under the surface. A heart of foreign origins, and a surreal language few can comprehend. Your lips are crusted with dry paint. Your heart bleeds in water colors. Not everyone gets it.

♓ PISCES // Seaweed hair that always floats as though underwater. Your bones are a patchwork quilt of broken seashells – a mosaic of the ocean. Those toes have never known the taste of the shore. Lids conceal crystal eyeballs. Your lash-line permanently adorned by shimmery tears. They fall as bubbles, and ease the sorrows of strangers. Dreaming is reserved for the ones asleep.

To Be Alone - A Moriel Fic

For @acotarshipweek  moriel week which was…sixteen centuries ago, I am aware, but the prompt came from there so credit where credit’s due. Speaking of credit, blessings upon my dearest, @pterodactylichexameter for betaing/general encouragement with this thing, ‘twas a pain at times. 

Title: To Be Alone 

Summary: moriel sin week prompt: secret rendezvous. Mor and Az find themselves alone in a quiet corner of Velaris, having been each told to meet someone important here, not knowing they were being set-up. Little does their High Lady know they’ve already been in a relationship for some months now. They decide to make the most of this time alone they’ve been given and slip off together to a nearby inn… 

Teaser: She hadn’t thought it possible – that she could want him more once he was hers but…From that first brush of his tongue against hers, that first taste of him, she had known that she would never belong to another heart again. She was his. She had always been his, really. As he had always been hers. She had known she would never want anyone else – and that she would never stop wanting him. 

Link: AO3

Mor sucks in a deep breath as she steps from the whisper of darkness winnowing always envelopes her in. It’s near sunset and the streets of Velaris are busy, full of people heading home for their evening meals before the city comes alive for true when night falls. She smiles politely and nods greetings to a few of those who meet her eyes but she doesn’t linger to chat with anyone this time. She’s already a little late for her appointment.

The crowds fortunately start to thin as she heads towards the quieter, more residential area of town near the river. It’s much less densely populated and a faint kiss of mist cools her flushed, warm skin as she emerges from the hot press of bodies. Through the shifting eddies of swirling white she sees the bridge over the Sidra she was asked to come to and hurries her steps when she dimly spots a solitary figure waiting for her – a column of shadow among the white river ghosts.

Mor is within spitting distance before she realises that the person waiting for her is not the one she had expected. Old instincts, sharpened by the recent war, have her reaching for her power, gathering it in her body, preparing to attack or defend- But a heartbeat later she recognises the person and her defences shatter on instinct.

Azriel stands with perfect stillness, leaning on the stone wall of the bridge a calm, tranquil expression upon his handsome features. He doesn’t turn towards her, shift his position at all, or give any other outward reaction to her presence. Mor isn’t fooled. He knows perfectly well that she’s there. For one thing she had seen the shadow curling around his ear moments earlier, informing him that she was – though Mor suspects he had known even before that. The damn male is impossible to sneak up on; unless he lets her, which is frankly just insulting.

Approaching him with long, easy strides, Mor mirrors his unconcerned posture, standing beside him and letting her gaze drift out over the Sidra as well, following his gaze. She manages a full, impressive, ten seconds before her restraint cracks. Az smiles thinly, fondly, as the words burst from her, interrupting the peaceful silence, “What are you doing here?”

At last Ariel tears his gaze away from the view in front of them to look down at her. His face softens as his eyes meet hers, the mask of cold composure that some, wrongly, assume is a permanent feature of her shadowsinger slips. His quiet affection shows through instead, that tender smile lingering on his lips. The shadows that twist around him thin then vanish, as though giving them privacy. Her belly swoops with the usual familiar pulse of pleasure and joy that he feels safe with her, safe enough to let his instinctive guard down.

Az’s voice is its typical dark, velvet calm when he answers her, “I was told to urgently meet an informant here and was advised that the meeting would be…” his lips curl into a tighter smile, his eyes tinged with obvious amusement as he looks her up and down, appreciating her even though she’s dressed rather simply, “Advantageous to me.”

“By?” Mor prompts him, eyebrows quirking up.

Az’s smile deepens before he answers, “Feyre.”

Mor looses a short burst of laughter at that. Theory confirmed. Az only widens his eyes quizzically, inviting her to explain her reacting.  

Composing herself enough to answer Mor drums her fingers thoughtfully on the top of the stone wall before she tells Az, through a broad grin, “Our esteemed High Lady asked me to meet her here at this time for something very important.” Her smirk broadens, now edged with wicked glee as she jostles Az playfully with her shoulder. “Seems like you’re ‘very important’, Az.”

As she had hoped this teases a faint flush of pink into his tan cheeks and her grin broadens in answer. Then his brow furrows and he clears  his throat and says, with a very good impression of his usual cool, analytical seriousness that’s only given away to her by how his hazel eyes glitter with merriment, “Looks like she thinks we should be spending some more quality time alone together. “

A soft shiver rustles through her as his gaze meets hers. Heat coils low in her stomach but she ignores it, pushing it down hard. Opting for airy amusement instead she says pointedly, “In a very romantic location.” She gestures around them, to the thin veil of mist enveloping them, adding an additional layer of intimacy to the meeting. The Sirda flows beneath them, gilded by the slowly setting sun, burning like liquid gold with diamonds peppering the smooth water, sparkling like stars.

Velaris is beautiful as it draws near to the night it so enjoys and it’s known, comfortable and familiar to both of them. The location is perfect – a little too perfect – and Feyre’s motives aren’t particularly difficult to guess at. Mor hopes Az never tries to recruit her for any further spying or subterfuge; if this is any indication she won’t get on well with it. Still…

She turns back to Az, her voice dropping, a hint of silk brushing through her words, “I’m not going to argue with her.”

Conversely to her hopeful expectations, Az’s frown only deepens into lines of uncertainty. “Do you think we should tell her?” he asks, his fingers trailing, apparently unconsciously, over the hand she has resting on the bridge.

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Kyle Spencer (requested)

(I wanted to try out the reins of post death Kyle since his character is a bit complex seeing as even when Fiona fixed him he was a little slow, so I hope this is decent)

It had been a rough day you were having, and all you wanted to do when you got home was sleep. Your bones were aching, your skin was dirty, and your head was throbbing from customers yelling at you at work. And it was going pretty well and all, your plans for rest. You even got a full five hours of sleep. And then–

thump!

You opened your eyes groggily as you heard the noise on your window, shifting in your cloud like sheets.

thump!

Your vision was blurry for a second before you blinked and saw the shape of a man by your window. You would have screamed and fled your room as fast as you can, but you didn’t because of the mop of curls on top of the guy’s head. It was Kyle, your boyfriend of three months. Kyle was a special soul, and you had met him at coffee shop while on break from work. He wasn’t like the men you had dated before, Kyle wasn’t the best at everything, and he was slightly slower than normal, but you had fallen for him all the same. He was guarded at first, but then he softened up, and you would think he was a puppy and you were his owner, the way he got all excited when you met.

Kyle was throwing rocks at your window even though he only stood a few feet away, stopping and placing his hand over his mouth when they thumped harshly against the glass and you could hear muffled giggles. You knew he had gotten the idea from all of the old 80’s movies you had binged three days ago and the thought made you smile sleepily. His sweet gesture did not change the fact that you were still dead tired, though, and that your limbs were like lead weights. You groaned and rolled over so you were facing the window on your stomach, but let your eyes drift shut. Behind the glass Kyle frowned before getting an idea and picking up another stone, but throwing it so hard a small crack appeared in the glass.

Your eyes snapped open and you let out a groan, getting up and dragging yourself to your window. You rubbed at your eyes lazily before shaking your head at him.

“Kyle stop that, you’re going to break my window.” You sighed before putting your fingers under the window and yanking it up so he could crawl in. He did so noisily and clumsily, stumbling and landing on your floor in a heap.

“Sorry, Y/N.” He apologized, a few seconds after pulling himself up. He walked over to you and hugged you before placing his lips on yours with a light playfulness. When he pulled away he grinned. “Go on adventure with me.”

You yawned and wrapped your arms around his soft torso, which was covered in a navy blue sweater, inhaling his intoxicating scent. “Kyle, I had a long day at work, baby. I need a little more sleep. Can we go in the tomorrow?”

Kyle frowned and pulled away, placing his hands on your shoulder and looking down at your disappointed expression. He had been warm and honestly you were so up for cuddling at the moment. “But it’s so nice outside. I want to go right now.”

You sighed, knowing that it was hard to convince Kyle when he wanted something enough. But you just didn’t think that it was a good time, because you also had work in the morning, and sleep was a necessity.

“Kyle, baby we can go tomorrow. I’ll take you to the aquarium, your friend Queenie told me you’ve never been there.”

You thought that it would make him happy, but he seemed to be getting upset, like he really did want to go right then and there, and that was all he wanted.

“NO!” Kyle yelled slightly. You flinched back, but you already knew that Kyle was a bit uncontrollable when he was angry, so you didn’t step down. He seemed to know what he did and spoke softer this time, going forward and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “Please, Y/N. I want to go on an adventure right now.”

You looked at his puppy dog eyes and pouted lips and sighed, knowing that since the moment he threw rocks at your window that he had won. You couldn’t stand making Kyle sad. “Fine.” You sighed.

Kyle cheered and kissed you sloppily, picking you up and spinning you around.”Yay! Can we go to the woods? I heard there’s an ocean there we can see fishes in.”

You giggled at Kyle’s cuteness and nodded, knowing the stream wasn’t far from the woods, which were conveniently located near your house. “Kyle, baby, it’s a stream.”

“Ocean.” Kyle persisted, before tugging at your pajamas. You were wearing a matching set of Disney pajamas, that you had to admit were kind of embarrassing. “I like them, but I don’t think they’re good for woods.”

You nodded and pulled away. “Yeah, let me just change really quickly and we can go see the sleeping fish in the ocean.”

You started walking to your closet but were quickly stopped by Kyle when he spun you around roughly and kissed you softly, cupping your cheeks in his hands. He pulled away after a few seconds and grinned. “I love you, be back soon.”

You grinned as well and pecked the tip of his nose, causing him to cross his eyes. “I love you, too, Kyle. I won’t be too long, darling.”

Fifteen minutes later, after crawling out of the window of your room together, (because Kyle insisted) you were nearing the stream, hand in hand with Kyle. He had been pausing frequently, making the trip longer than planned, pointing excitedly to sleeping animals and birds.

You were nearing the stream when Kyle suddenly gasped, letting go of your hand and wrapping his arms around you in a protective manner. You followed his gaze and saw a pair of glowing amber eyes staring at you two from a branch. You immediately knew it was an owl when it hooted softly.

“Woah! That’s a big, scary bird!” Kyle said, pointing to the owl. “It’s the only one awake. Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ll protect you from it.”

You giggled but were interrupted by a loud yawn, that caused Kyle to look down at you. “It’s not scary, Kyle. It’s an owl, it won’t hurt you unless it feels threatened. It’s the only one awake because it’s a nocturnal bird.That means when everyone’s awake he sleeps and when everyone is asleep he’s awake.”

(owl: did u just assume my gender)

Kyle looked back at the owl while you stared happily at his face. The faces that Kyle pulled when he heard new information were the cutest things you had ever witnessed; sometimes he would scrunch his nose and furrow his eyebrows, and sometimes he would bite his lip and widen his eyes as wheels turned in his head. You tip toed and kissed the edge of his jaw, giggling before pulling away. “Alright, darling, let’s get to the ocean.”

At the word, Kyle’s eyes lit up and he followed eagerly, waving at the owl as he did.

The stream was glistening in the pale moonlight like liquid diamonds, with slivers of shadows passing and twisting under it’s surface. The scent of moss was heavily perfuming the air, and the water sloshed a lullaby. Your eyes were growing heavy just being in the place. You walked to the small wooden bridge at the end of the trail you had been following even though the water was about knee deep, looking at the long slice of water that cut through the woods. The woods were so beautiful, and you could spend hours there, and it had excited you when Kyle had suggested coming here.

“Isn’t it beautiful, Kyle?” You asked without looking at your boyfriend.

“FISHES!” Was Kyle’s reply followed by a splash.

The noise made you spin around quickly, your sleepiness diminishing into sheer panic. Kyle was sitting in the middle of the stream, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he tried to catch the panicked fish in his palm. You sighed but couldn’t help the grin that formed on your face at his expression. You got on your knees on the bridge, placing your hands on the edge to keep yourself from splashing into the water.

“Kyle, baby, what are you doing in the water?” You asked. And then a small joke came to mind, and you giggled. “All of these fish and you only managed to catch me.”

Kyle looked up and grinned at you, before reaching his arms out and wrapping them around your shoulders, and before you could protest, into the water with him. A small squeal left your lips as he planted kisses all over your face, the cool water seeping into your jeans and sweater.

“I got the best fish.” He giggled before kissing you on the lips, wet and open, but still full of love. “I love you, Y/N. Thank you for bringing me even though you were sleepy. My girlfriend fish.”

You laughed loudly and kissed him back. “Oh, what would I do without you, darling? I love you too, Kyle.”

~

(OKAY I WAS SQUEAKING WHILE WRITING THIS BUT I STILL DON’T KNOW IF I LIKE IT… THOUGHTS?)

p.s thank you anon for requesting this i loved writing it

also: two requests in one day!! MY BAD CHEM GRADE WILL Be a bummer but i dont regret it 

“I guess I’m an underwater thing
So I guess I can’t take it personally
I guess I’m an underwater thing
I’m liquid running

There’s a sea secret in me
It’s plain to see it is rising
But I must be flowing
Liquid diamonds
Liquid, liquid diamonds”

-Tori Amos, “Liquid diamonds”

Zuraika Arromen Redo, 2017.

2

Only a little bit of clean up left! 

Products used (so far): Rimmel ‘Hide’ concealer, Maybelline ‘Fit Me!’ concealer, Barry M Dazzle Dust in Rose Gold, Midnight and Bronze, Rimmel Stay Matte Liquid Liner, e.l.f Rose Quartz highlighter and setting powder duo set, NYC white pencil liner and fair brown brow pencil, popfeel Blue Diamond liquid lipstick, and a bunch of the tiniest eye shadow/liner brushes in my brush box!

What does it take to make a diamond?

Now, I was thinking about this for a long time. Do Diamonds come out of kindergartens? Were Diamonds made once, if so, why is Pink Diamond the only one depicted emerging?

I had a theory, and I would like to share.

So, my theory relates to real life. Making a Diamond involves extreme pressure? To the point they have to be deep in the Earth. Perhaps, in order to give it life, it has to be in the core of a planet with gravity.

Now, as seen with the moon base episode, gems are not affected by gravity changes, making them always keep their feet planted.. Makes sense because they are beings made of light, in some minds they are just projections.

We haven’t gotten a lot of info on how gems work, but I think it has something to do with life around it. As Pearl/ the crystal gems have mentioned, Kindergartens drain the area around it. As seen in the Beta Kindergarten, positioning matters. Peridot mentioned rows and neatness, maybe it is because the area only had so much life to give. When the gems were placed too close, one took too much life from the others. There just wasn’t enough to give out. So they came out wrong. The gem couldn’t produce enough life to project itself properly.

But why does a projection need life? Because they are made of matter. I think the gem might be a storage area where it keeps spare matter to project back out.

Now, what does all of that have to do with a Diamond?

Perhaps, in order to make a Diamond, they have to come from the core. Not just any core, a core of a planet with abundant life, gravity, and an atmosphere. The atmosphere just relating to gravity, but anyways. If Peridotite is made out of the same stuff as Peridots, perhaps under enough pressure it becomes a Diamond. Now I know that sounds stupid, but maybe there is a chance that Diamonds just come from the core of lively planets.

What about Home-World then? Well, as we saw in the latest episodes, there has to be some type of oxygen there. Or else how would Steven and Lars survive? Lack of thought, perhaps. I don’t think Rebecca would have forgotten about Oxygen though. Perhaps that planet used to be like Earth. And White Diamond erupted. She was the most powerful of the Diamonds, hence her silhouette against the sky (Just a guess but eh). Now if this world has gravity and plant life, then it has an atmosphere. But if gems don’t breath air (Eyeball was able to survive outside Steven’s bubble), perhaps it would stay there. If the planet had no animals and only plants, the Oxygen wouldn’t consumed (Again, just a guess). That means the planet could have had life.

So maybe, all the Diamonds came from lively planets. Yellow and Blue came from the same planet, and they were left to rule home-world. Pink Diamond was a newly emerged Diamond from Earth. Common theory, but I do believe she emerged in Russia.

*Follow up theory* Why the Army?

Now why would White Diamond abandon her planet? And just remember, at this point, she has never been mentioned at all in the show. So for all we know, she is just a theory. But if she is real, maybe she set out to make more Diamonds. More Diamonds to rule more planets. If there were more kindergartens, that means more armies.

Why do they need that many gems though? Because there is something out there far more dangerous then the Diamonds. I mean think about it, why have a planet destroyer if your only threat is a few rebels on Earth? No, they could easily been destroyed. When they were only a few left of the rebels, but plenty of soldiers on home-world, why stop the war? Because they got that they needed. The war was real yes, but perhaps there was a second motive behind it. Perhaps they needed a reason to slaughter so many gems, and fuse them all together into the cluster.

As we saw with the Zircons, a Diamond is not afraid to poof/shatter a gem to get what they want. Perhaps they knew it was the only way to create a weapon worthy of the Diamonds. But this weapon, it destroys the planet.

As seen with Peridot’s performance, the cluster would have destroyed the planet. It wouldn’t have hollowed, it would have been destroyed. The resources would have been gone. But at that point, why would they need them? White Diamond had what she needed.

The cluster could have been a secondary goal to the war. To gain this weapon, to crush their enemies. This again brings me to, who was the enemy?
Who was so powerful, they wanted to destroy them instead of sending in their armies.

This brings me to the throne room, where we see bubbled Rose Quartz’s. Blue Diamond keeps them because they belonged to Pink Diamond. But what if there is another reason for Yellow Diamond wanting them gone.

As seen with Steven, Rose Quartz has so many abilities. She can heal cracked gems, practically fly, can defend large groups of people with her shield, can wield a secondary weapon, and can bring organic animals back from the dead. Imagine having an army of those just hanging around. If they were to be released, there could be mayhem.

Where am I going with this? Back to Pink Diamond. She obviously had a large group of Rose Quartzs in her armies, if Blue has that many bubbled. And something I noticed, was the fact they were Pink Diamonds bubbles. I mean, they had to be because of the color of the bubbles.

Last time I remember that episode, they were pink. That means, Pink got rid of them. Perhaps it was because of the rogue Rose Quartz, but I think it’s for another reason. I mean, Blue Diamond kept Sapphires even after one fused and ran away. They were kept because they were useful. Maybe she bubbled them, also she did not shatter them so obviously she wanted them, because rumors were spreading. The Roses began wondering why they couldn’t revolt as well. I mean, just one of them could begin to defend a planet.

When the Diamond’s heard this, they knew they had to be stopped. They had to shatter the gems. Pink Diamond just couldn’t, going along with the merciful Diamond theory, so she bubbled them.

*Follow Up theory* Rose in the fusions, or not

The Diamonds saw what this planet could do, so the only result was to destroy it. In order to ensure all gems became mindless, they sent the corruption song, This song was a last resort when fleeing planets. It was the only way to get all gems of the planet, all important gems, and the kill many of the rebels. So they sent the song, and thought they ended the war.

But then, under the remaining rebels noses, they began work on the forced fusions.

Something I am going to note here is that Garnet says “Rose couldn’t have known” or a phrase along those lines. And then it gets you thinking, Steven repaired Lapis’s gem. Meaning, he could fix the cracks and fill them. So why couldn’t you essentially mend the gems together. I mean, what’s to stop you from reusing your old soldiers.

That is the common theory, that Rose Quartz (Not specifically ours, but the gem in general) was used to make the forced fusions.

But what if they came from melting and reforming with the gems around them? I mean, why were random forced fusions in the mantle/outer core? That wouldn’t make sense, unless they were made from gems placed in the Peridotite. I mean, if it’s made from the same stuff as Peridot, why couldn’t it become a gem? Why couldn’t you just place some gems in the lava and make more gems. Because gems formed around it.

I mean think about the core, I saw gems not a melted liquid. Perhaps the Diamonds injected old soldiers into there, getting the entire core to become one giant gem. Why does the Earth still have a metallic field? I don’t know.

Sorry for making you read all that, but if you like it, please re-post or just like! Again, sorry for the disconnected theories but please help my account get spread around and get the theory up!!