#atarangi ti papa.

[anoracle]

SEVEN DEADLY SINS: 

Ata + Envy. @skyandwave

#mg:graphics #atarangi ti papa. #!!!

[malachileclair]

SEND 🌌 FOR MOODBOARD OF OUR MUSES

Malachi Leclair + Atarangi Ti Papa @skyandwave

#atarangi ti papa. #mg:graphics

[llenore-blog]

DATE & TIME: January 27th, 5:30 A.M. LOCATION: Roof of the Train STATUS: Closed for @skyandwave

Lenore had slipped a note under Ata’s door last night, handwriting spelling in a hasty scrawl: let’s watch the sunrise. What isn’t written with the note is that she needs to talk to her. Atarangi is a girl like wildflowers, like relentless sunrays—she hasn’t been at the Menagerie very long, but it seems that none of them are safe anymore. (Safe. Were they ever really safe?)

Truth is, they are only as safe for as much as they can protect each other. 

Ata fought back during the rebellion—and she had evaded questioning. She hasn’t been around long enough, but still, Lenore still feels the shivers sent down her spine at being cuffed and interrogated. So many of them have already been placed in that situation without warning—if she can help it, Ata won’t be one of those people. 

So, she’s waiting bright and early on the roof of the train, the sun only just beginning to peek above the horizon. 

It’s only until she hears the familiar footfalls of that bright, adventurous woman that she turns a little, greets her with a lopsided grin from over her shoulder, “Morning!” A pause. Turning, she pulls out a cigarette and lighter from her flannel pocket and lights it. “The sunsets are beautiful here,” She tells Ata, the smile still in her voice. Only, she sounds tired. “Thought it would be nice to come up here with you and sit.” 

#atarangi ti papa. #atarangi ti papa 001. #event 004.

[fcxxes]

ATARANGI TI PAPA X GREED: ( @skyandwave )

to be a sun swallower, fire on the tip of tongue and dancing along spine; girl made out of lakeshore, ocean-wide glimmerings and still begging for more, fingers upon surfaces, skimming. asks the world, what more? runs fingers through dirt, through sand, digging. found islands were not enough, found this earth too small for these hungry, fire-infused hands, wrapped around bar cages such wants have led her in. what more? was it enough? are you deserving of such? 

send a colour for a deadly sin aesthetic of your character

#idek what this is but I Tried pls accept my attempts wgjwekgjwkejgweg #AN ATTEMPT WAS MADE AND IT IS TOO LATE FOR THIS AHHHHH #skyandwave #sin aes meme

[skyandwave-blog]

SOREN SONG && ATARANGI TI PAPA  ( @fcxxes )

you are a matchstick against the night, the feeling of being shipwrecked, of looking for any sign of shore, no, looking for a way off the shore, of staring at the stars, knowing that you don’t know where home is but it isn’t here, are we lost or searching, the reflection of the moon on the ocean, but are the stars alive or dying

[ SEND ❂ FOR A MOODBOARD ]

#&& learn how to fly #inspo #aes #inspo.soren #i don't even know what this is

[menagerie-rpg]

Atarangi Ti Papa (Moana)

#mrpg:follow

[anoracle]

✉️

SEND ME ✉️ FOR A RANDOM HEADCANON OF OUR MUSE’S RELATIONSHIP.

During ��flying lessons” in cities or fields, wherever, while Emme is entirely scared by all Ata could do on purpose, knowing they’ll be safe, but all the flips and jumps Ata does still stops her heart for a minute, she still asks Ata to drop them both on the highest building/safe tree branch she can find for them to sit there for a while and maybe have their picnic there instead of the ground. And there, the two of them can’t be found and they can’t see up there anything happening on the ground, enough for the world to be at a pause. If in a city, Emme still takes all the same snacks and wine as they would eating in a field to eat on rooftops; and gives every opportunity in either place to ask Ata to show her every trick she knows, even if she’s seen them a thousand times because she thinks the look on Ata’s face never changes.

#skyandwave #atarangi ti papa.

[anoracle]

SEND ME ❂ FOR A MOODBOARD OF OUR MUSES: EMME LEUNG + ATARANGI TI PAPA. @skyandwave

#atarangi ti papa. #the beans!

[skyandwave-blog]

EMMELINE LEUNG && ATARANGI TI PAPA  ( @anoracle )

built on stories, built on dreams, built on the whirling passage of the stars above, adventure in the sunshine, but even the light holds whispers, coffee in a thermos and berry wine from the bottle, gentle tenderness clasping fierce spontaneity, kindness is wildness and that is what we shine

[ SEND ❂ FOR A MOODBOARD ]

#&& realised dreams #inspo.emme #aes #inspo

[skyandwave-blog]

LEE XUE ER && ATARANGI TI PAPA   ( @xuebird ​) 

a healing touch, looking out across the water from where your home used to be, a letter to your heart is all that’s left, sacrifice, did we walk out with your eyes wide open, made of two wholes, we are not monster, choose kindness, choose freedom, young but shoulders bent, you are not atlas, there is no need to hold up the sky

[ SEND ❂ FOR A MOODBOARD ]

#&& under her wing #aes #inspo #inspo.xue

[malachileclair]

✉️

SEND ME ✉️ FOR A RANDOM HEADCANON OF OUR MUSE’S RELATIONSHIP.

I just have headcanons of Malachi cooking and especially cooking for family and his son and that's the only way he knows how to cook really, if it's not for just him, so when he cooks it's always like he's cooking for a big group and trying to make leftovers, so can you imagine the time he cooks Elias' favorite food without thinking about it and he has too much, so he just goes to Ata asking her if she wants to have dinner with him, and learns her favorite foods too - and it takes about a week, but suddenly the fridge is full of leftovers of it saved for her and little things for both of them to feel more at home subconsciously and also him enjoying cooking for Ata and that time together and he can reach a point too he buys and cooks Ata’s favorite food without thinking about it just thinking about her.

#skyandwave #atarangi ti papa.

[malachileclair]

“I know I never say it, but…thanks.” / “I will never say thanks.” (Protective? Between these two? SIGN ME UP)

“I know I never say it, but…thanks.” 

Paris, but it feels like Shanghai, think of it as so with held hands and busy streets, but less guards, but with a talk by a dead fireside in the snow between them, but blood and flames from there, and he still holds her hand through crowded roads - and we won’t say if it was her that first reached for the hand or Malachi that made sure it didn’t drop, or the other way around. Maybe it won’t matter. 

And so she says this and he can’t tell if it’s for Shanghai, or St. Petersburg, or something in Paris. If it’s for guards in between them, or almost catching tears fallen, or just standing here. (And maybe that’s is what he thinks of, the two of them becoming the people that leave, stayed.)

“Then I won’t tell anyone you said it now either, call it a secret,” he gives back, humor in his voice, and something else too beneath it she may know him well enough to spot by now. She doesn’t need to thank him, he might have said it once, that he doesn’t search for it, would do what he did again without her even knowing he was there at all.

#skyandwave #atarangi ti papa.

[malachileclair]

👀

send me 👀 for my muse’s reaction to the very first time they saw yours 

i love what we have with him having fatherly emotions and it’s Wholesome, and if the times match up, imagine when she arrived, it was close to his son’s birthday and that’s where his mind was constantly, even if in the back of his mind and the first time he could’ve seen ata could’ve even brought back feelings, & even more then, of fatherhood if she was doing something reckless and no matter what now bc of the moment that sense of needing to protect hasn’t left

#skyandwave #atarangi ti papa.

[malachileclair]

DATE & TIME: February 14TH, 11:45PM LOCATION: Starlight Carnival Remains TAG: @skyandwave

The crackle of the fire is already a half-dead thing outside what's left of one of the medical cars, enough for him to barely hear it, enough for him to think it's part of the distant sleepers, still burning, or the ghost of it in the mind. A phantom. The last of the current patients are with the nurses, or resting, because there's a line when nothing else can be done, when all they have is within this car.

Instead, when he peers out of the doorway, it's Atarangi, with a failed campfire, and one he knows he can't help with either. Instead, of phantom flames, it's the death of one, it's the ashes across cheeks. And looking at her, would you think he's the same boy that told brothers he'd stay awake until they fell asleep, telling stories until he looks like he seemed like part of the night. 

(Does he still seem it, the way he walks, the way he looks to the sky? The way blood in Shanghai doesn't last forever, so see if it leaves everything more like the night? More cold to the touch, more stone as cheekbones.) There's smoke behind the eyes, in front of them, and he has to pull through them to even think of blankets, to think of warmth at all. To remember there's blankets near, to place one across Ata's shoulders when her fire finally dies out. "I grew up in the city, so I can't be much help with that," spoken low, because he has to remind himself to speak at all too, voice out of place, as he takes a seat across from the fire, a distance. Even with the smoke, the air seems clearer than inside.

#atarangi ti papa. #atarangi ti papa 002.

[anoracle]

DATE & TIME: February 13TH, 12:30PM LOCATION: Starlight Carnival TAG: @skyandwave

It's not a field, and there's no coffee or wine to share between them, but we'll call them warm still. Call them warm on the space on the one of the old fairground stalls, strong enough to hold the both of them, strong enough for Emme to lay down on her back and point to the sky, strong enough for her to feel safe to laugh. 

"There, I bet you can't make it there in... thirty seconds," she gestures to the top of one of the trees, to clouds. Time she knows Ata can make, but speaks without thinking she could join her, thinks of only watching girls with wings falling through clouds, flips in the air, and the way things feel like light, the way girls can pretend air is in her lungs too (even if her heart always stops in the moment she sees Ata fall on purpose, backflip into nothingness).

Do we look at hands with blooming scars from Shanghai? Do we think of snow, do we think of the way death and voices is always a creeping ache in her spine, like hands clawing from beneath the stall they sit upon, like if she closed her eyes, she’d feel them? Do we look at skies and think the air would be pure, do we think Ata as the same? “And if you don’t get there in time, you have to bring me back the first leaf you see to remind you that you have to land sometime. You decide what you want me to find if you win. And then tell me what it looks like, no matter who wins,” a pause, to look at skies, “How cold do your wings get, you win and I find a blanket?”

#atarangi ti papa. #atarangi ti papa 002.

[anoracle]

❤

SEND ME ❤ AND I WILL BOLD ALL THAT APPLIES TO YOUR MUSE

I would kill for you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep in your arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

#skyandwave #atarangi ti papa.