the deepest sun

mathedpotatoes  asked:

Hey, I just had to tell you that your art is the best. Like, really REALLY well done, (I know you get this a lot but your Guzma is one of, if not the best representation I've seen). You really nail all your expression and poses and all round everything, major props to you!

i’m not cryin’! You’re cryin’! *sniffle*

Deepest Fears
  • - Virgo Sun with Cancer Moon: Being told that you are not giving enough when you're giving your all. Working in vain. Trusting someone and having that person turn out to be untrustworthy. Fighting for nothing.
  • - Aquarius Sun with Gemini Moon: Losing credibility. Not being able to express yourself. Being trapped in a monotonous life where you can't explore. Having your theories be disproved, or your ideas stolen/vulgarized.
  • - Pisces Sun with Taurus Moon: Losing the things that give you comfort, security and support. Being used and thrown away just like that. Having no other choice than to lie/hurt/leave someone you truly love.

EDIT: SHINTOISM IS A RELIGION, AND I HASTILY CALLED THIS STORY MYTHOLOGY. I APOLOGIZE TO ANY PRACITIONERS OF SHINTOISM AND ASK FOR FORGIVENESS. All conceptions that Amaterasu and other Gods of the Shinto belief are mythology are now edited. Again, my deepest apologies.

Amaterasu, Goddess of Sun. Bestowed with the Kusanagi No Tsurugi by her brother, Susano-o, God of Seas and Storm.

I might start doing a series where I design Gods of all around the world into a “J Kim Fantasy Universe” (not sure if I need to redo the Four Saints of Chinese Constellations, since I’ve done them for Project Four Saints). I’ve always been fascinated with the stories and such.

Anyways, enjoy and thanks for stopping by.

Also, if asked for, I’m willing to sell this on my society6 as a print

Come Back To Me (Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Summary: After years away from the Avengers, Bucky finds himself yearning to be back in the field. However he has much more to lose than he did years ago.

A/N: This is my first time writing anything angsty(?) and I’m not too sure about my ability to convey such emotions. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by museelo

Originally posted by thechloris

He sat out at the driveway with his head in his hands. His fingers gripped his hair angrily before releasing and gripping the steering wheel. He didn’t know whether he should stay hidden in the car or risk going into the house and have another fight.

He was exhausted; from work, from his failing marriage.

He had perfect view into the kitchen. You were doing dishes; he had come home too late to enjoy a family dinner. He didn’t know whether to feel guilty or relieved. It must had been a mixture of both.

Everyday seems like an intricate dance of avoiding the inevitable talk, desperately holding on the crumbling foundation of your love. But even the most solid foundations crumble and it was becoming more and more difficult to put on a happy face in the morning.

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Deception and Truth: A Team Villain Fic

Sunset washed the desert in its crimson light. It cast the towering sand dunes in sharp relief. Bright light turned one side a blinding white while the other lay in the deepest murk. The sun itself was a great wounded eye in the west, spilling its blood-colored rays across the land and the fortress at its heart.

From where it hid in the shadows, a single eye as red as the bleeding sun stared intently. It scanned the sandstone parapets and outer walls of the citadel. In focused most intently upon a slim, white-garbed man and his masked companion striding alongside him on the causeway.

The two appeared to converse for a few moments before touching their lips to one another’s in a kiss. A farewell passed between them, and then the pale man disappearing in a flurry of red-and-gold diamonds. The other lingered a few moments longer before striding back into the torch-lit fortress. Meanwhile the eye kept ever watchful - especially on the masked one - not once blinking.

Wizzro watched - and hungered.

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anonymous asked:

writing prompt: jungkook is a merman who curses like a sailor and taehyung is a marine biologist who scuba dives in his free time

taehyung/jeongguk, 2519 words, fluffy as hell
crossposted to ao3

taehyung knew the ocean could be as dangerous as it could be warm- he had heard the tales over and over again, ships smashed in stormy waves, bodies floating in a sea as dark as midnight, the deepest ocean where the sun didn’t shine and the pressure could crush him alive, but he never let that stop him from appreciating the sheer majesty of it all.

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The Moon, the Sun, & the Child

The moon sign is considered to be one of the three most integral components of the identity, along with the sun and rising sign. It is often equated to the soul, and some individuals remark that the moon is the true self. Traditionally, the moon is associated with femininity and motherhood. It is an emotional body that orbits the earth and changes signs every two days. The moon rules the stomach, the uterus, and the home, among other cavernous places. In fact, this ruling can be directly compared to the Cancerian mascot, the humble crab, who scuttles on the shoreline in a protective shell. The moon exists within us all, it elicits our natural reactions, provides our emotional satiety, and designates our deepest comfort. 

The sun sign is how we openly identify ourselves. It is so well-known and well-accepted as the persona that many people, who know little to nothing about astrology, are aware of their sun sign. It is the ego; it is what “I am.” 

But what beyond the self is ego? Both Jungian and Freudian psychology view the ego as a conscious self. This differentiates from the brief statement of “I am” in that it encompasses what we directly control and understand to be true about ourselves. And, in fact, it is generally agreed that the ego is developed- be it by circumstance, influence, personal experience, etcetera. One can conclude, then, that the ego is shaped and molded freely and consciously.The sun sign, as our ego, is our developed/learned reactions. 

It is in the development of our ego that we discover a dissonance among individuals regarding the sun-moon dichotomy. Where soul meets ego is where child meets adult. The innate self only exists within the womb, as that is a cavern of ultimate nurturing. And the mother, whose lunar fertility conceived and nurtured the sproutling of human life, freely nourishes her child and provides the main source of influence. Within early years, the mother/ mother-figure will keep this role as the caregiver. She will shape the moon sign of her child, and therefor the child’s sense of emotional well-being.

The ego is developed constantly by exposure, and by the environment to which a person is exposed. This persona, as a conscious development, will follow no formulaic guideline in chronology. Especially in the period between toddler-hood and young-adulthood, identification with the sun and moon sign will be ambiguous by person. Someone who developed the ego early on or whose ego has long been molded to the self will spend more time learning and understanding their emotional needs and responses, as well as recognizing those attributes of their psyche to be part of them.

Therein lays a danger in the development of the ego; a defensive ego actualizes in the more negative qualities of the sun sign. In the case of an underdeveloped ego, there may be a loss of sense of identity as the child ages. 

It is by pattern that the moon is connected with the child and the sun is connected with the adult. And while their is an inarguable parallel between the mother and the moon, early home-life and comfort as a baby is most indicative of the moon sign. More often than not, the mother continues to be a dominant force in this period of life. The father, then, is a figure-head of the world a child is born into- he is new experiences and externalized influencing factors of the psyche. But, in fact, the father is not all that comprises the sun sign. 

The balancing of the conscious sun and the internalized moon is vital to achieving peace with the self.

teen wolf | more than earth (1/?)

title: more than earth
rating: M
word count: 2,172
Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, Alan Deaton, Peter Hale, Allison Argent; appearances from more to follow
Lydia was raised to think, or to know, that death is permanent, and that people don’t come back, and that funerals are the only goodbye you can’t undo. And she tells herself to remember this, over and over. But one of the voices, now, is Allison’s. | Or: Lydia Martin brings Allison Argent back from the dead.
author’s notes: Oops, I did it again. (Despite appearances to the contrary, I swear I have plans for this, plot-wise, and this is only just a start.)

Read it on AO3 or here on Tumblr.

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