#midlight

[berry-lunar]

New art style

#fnaf sb #hi. #the sun and moon show #midlight #moondrop #sundrop

[haciaelmar]

glimpse | Leica M6 | Kodak Portra 800 | 2014

#daniloz #analog photography #analog 35mm #35mm #35mm film #35mm photography #35mm color film #nature #midlight #tree #woods #leica #leica m6 #Summicron 35mm #kodak #Kodak Portra 800

[ffxiimidlightson]

Age in Rewrite: 18-19

Nationality in Rewrite: Dalmascan/Nabradian

Mini Bio: Penelo’s older adoptive bro, dreams of being the best airship mechanic there ever was. Has taken up the family trade of fixing airships, Peneloe helps out part-time while working at the herb shop. Totally is not questioning his life choices. Is very protective of dear lil’ surrogate sis even when she doesn’t want him to be. Kinda thinks Larsa is sus. Totally belives in Baltheir and will follow him to the end. 

Promises to not ask Fran how old she is ever again. She’s a very pretty lady. Please be nice to me. 

Ashe, we don’t about Ashe. 

Note from Penelo: 

You think anyone who talks to me for five minutes and is a guy is suspicious Van. 

Note from Van back to Penelo: 

He’s sus ok, he’s just sus! I don’t have to explain myself to you! 

Ashe: Ugh Can we just move on?

*A/N this is also a brainstorming blog. Weird things happen here until the actual writing begins! 

#ffxii rewrite #ffxii midlight son

[captain-charlemagne]

The Ed Teach wig.

This took me 25 hours over the course of one weekend. Hyperfixation, man!

Base wig is from Arda. I stitched in midlights and highlights in two shades of grey to get the multiple tones, and ventilated the hairline as well.

#cosplay #ofmd #ofmd cosplay #our flag means death #stede bonnet #stede bonnet cosplay #stede bonnet ofmd #saveofmd #crew of the revenge #edward teach

[makapatag]

thinking of writing a megadungeon inspired by FFT's Midlight's Deep/Deep Dungeon and Tactics Ogre's Palace of the Dead, but with a Southeast Asian twist. In some old bisaya folklore there's the cave of Lalangban which allegedly leads into Sulad (the deep earth/hell/underworld)

#ttrpg #gamedev

[dyrewrites]

OC Smash or Pass

@theprissythumbelina apparently wants me to suffer.

I am leaving it OPEN

So let's suffer together, shall we? (and see if tumblr gets mad about a vine)

rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but have a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc)

We're using Delgrij from Weald and Wen. The terminally lonely vampiric tree man what is interested in basically anything and anyone (so long as they're not a mouthy pebble or a sprout).

->because of the vine, look below the cut for your propaganda<-

Introduction of a sort

“I am branded Delgrij,” He offered her and, placing his branched fingers to his chest, bowed, “Delgrij Ru'nai Nuemnin, in full.”  His voice rode the air like a cool breeze on a hot midlight to caress Faerai’s ears and she shuddered with it, smiling all too easily. 

A little conversation, a little pride

“Planting our roots in this grove, are we?” Delgrij stated more than asked before returning his back to the welcome heat of the clay, “Hmm, carved by the Lady, made of the Shell and now first of the Myr. These are thick, twisted roots you have chosen to plant.” Mitra huffed, dusted herself off, and flew up to Delgrij’s shoulder. He raised a brow to the unspoken request but nudged his vines away, allowing it and she landed on his bark. Warmer than the wall, near as hot as the fire, he winced as she sat��but she cooled and dimmed. “I holds bite—Delgrij,” she corrected, receiving another raise of his brow, “is nots dull.” Shimmying closer to his face, she leaned to look up into his eyes, her voice softer and clearer than he had heard it, “See, yous seed is sharp...ans yous bark shimmers bright. Ans I shines yous has roll'd round for ages ans ages ans—” “Now, now,” He said, clicking his tongue, “I am not so withered as that.”

And a little threat, as a treat

“Cracked, am I?” He sneered, “You trusted me enough to feed me, to lead me to my nest, to leave me alone with your little beastie. And all without my asking, but now that I do ask? Now that I request a modicum—a morsel—of truth you shrink, you cower and accuse me of madness? What are you hiding?” Her fuchsia glow flicked between paler and deeper shades as his words sang too sweetly, too warm and familiar, grasping for her thoughts and she sputtered against them, “Tricks not digs deeper.” “Oh, you desire tricks?” Delgrij mused in a tone abruptly playful, in the way her brother's tone played before he tore her wings off and Mitra’s core fluttered faster. “Such tricks I can offer,” he sang again.

#writeblr #oc smash or pass #weald and wen #dendrophilia #because if you smash #you might be into trees #open tag #tag games

[autoacafiles]

Meet Ironfist

Full Name: Ironfist of Kimia

Date of Construction: Mon: 2/Del: 27/Stellar Cycle: 1479AH

Favourite Colour: Midlight Blue

Hobbies: Maintaining his blog as Fisitron

Dislikes/Fears:

-Ironfist was built as an assistant to the Autobot scientist Skyfall, and often made good work. But eventually the lack of credit he was getting got to him, so he respectfully resigned from his original function and started attending various schools around Kimia to try and find a new path for himself.

-As a result of him having previously having a function at creation and then leaving it to find something else, he often experimented with different ideas. He followed along with Star Convoy's exploits in the idea of becoming a major hero like he was, then started following a subversive rock band called the Knights of Unicron to see what it'd take to be in the music industry, amongst others.

-It wasn't until he found out about the roving hero team known as the Wreckers that a new interest stuck, however. Following along their exploits and archiving any and all information he found on the group, he (as the enigmatic Fisitron) became THE resource for anybot looking into the Wreckers' activities. It helped that while he did fanboy over them whenever he had the chance, he wasn't biased in his reporting and would call out the Wreckers when they made a tactical error or major mistake.

-Impactor was the bot who arrived on his doorstep, and offered the young bot a personal interview... but in truth, he was there to gauge whether Ironfist would be fitting as a student of Autobot Academy and (possibly) as a Wrecker.

#Extra Information #Ironfist #Meet the Cast

[asahistime]

plot: watching asahi fall in love with someone else.

“you're so beautiful.” he lunged with all his breath. his face so handsome, yet only hid his true beauty. i stood in awe. i was mesmerized by his beauty. asahi’s dark hair, pale skin, thin lips, and beautiful eyes that watched the girl he outlined.

i stood watching as i held my breath. i watched as he held her hand under the sunset. the sunset so beautiful; once ours and now theirs; a symbol for our love; an everlasting one, or so we thought. he stood with all his ruined love, now reawakened, for her and only her. the sunset agreed with him as it; glowed with its radiant tones of red, orange, and yellow. but orange mainly dominated as it always did. the breeze of the young summer night sent a message throughout the city: the fall is coming soon; the transition of change, from warm to cold.

my heart fluttered at the thought of his touch, caressing my hair. just for a second. all though, his heart was named for her. “let’s go.” asahi said as he turned her around. they always met at the beach, the perfect stop to watch the sunset. he always did this; she would get too cold and he would always be there to warm her, like he did to me. it was his little romantic and heart-warming scheme to win her over; even if it’s for the millionth time. she nodded as she gave him a timid smile and let go of his hand. his expression softened and blinked, “hey! why’d you let go of my hand?” he scolded her as he reached for her hand.

“it was a joke!” she exclaimed as she giggled away. holding hands is their thing, always doing it as a form of their true love and affection towards one another. i watched them for so long that i didn’t notice small teardrops of rain; angel’s tears, coming down. i looked up and the sunset, once there, switched with the midlight sky night. is it bad to keep on watching them or mainly for him? to want, to long, for something i will never have ever again? their voices and laughs were swallowed by the wind as they walked away. they walked further and further away. and for a second, i could have swore, he saw me.

he turned his body around, as if he was searching for something. and, he suddenly froze when he saw me. his expression was merely the definition of; confusion and scared. his mouth became agape and his brows caved in. his eyes claim one thing, but his heart claims another. he let go of her hand. “what’s wrong?” her expression dropped into a state of confusion and worry. he rubbed his eyes. what are you trying to say, his heart said. she’s there, his eyes replied. but, after all, his mind cursed; she was never here. he stopped and turned to her. “nothing. just thought i saw someone.” he grimaced.

“still watching him, i see.” a voice shook me from my thoughts. i flinched a bit and shook my head. “no…yes.” i confessed. “you gotta stop watching him. it's not good for you or him.” junghwan, my friend appeared. “there’s no harm in it.” i replied, “after all, i'm just a ghost.”

#fanfic #asahi hamada #treasure yg #treasur yg imagin #angst #treasure angst #writing #first post

[berry-lunar]

Art dump

#fnaf sb #hi. #eclipse #the sun and moon show #lunar #sundrop #moondrop #little moon #Midlight #oc

[greenfated]

common ground ft. @whnheartsbrks

he'd be lying if he said it was the first thing he wanted to happen upon after clocking in at the hotel and heading outside. the main issue with how lush jinam made the grass around midlight was just how well footprints showed up on it. lo and behold, fresh markings lay beside the designated pathway heading through a flower bed and around to a bench area, though the benches were currently blocked by shrubbery.

could it have been minyoung ? no, he'd become quite familiar with her tracks given how often she disregarded his garden rules and left them. he was fairly certain these footprints were different. he began following the tracks without really thinking about it, though his own feet remained on the garden stone path as if by muscle memory. it's not as though he'd have the spine to confront this person, but he couldn't help but be curious. as he wound around the path to the rest area, he spotted someone, likely the rulebreaker. jinam was pretty sure she worked at the mall, but they hadn't really talked before. "um ... " is all he can muster as he comes to a stop beside the bench.

#◞ * folder . ›› 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 . #◞ * folder . ›› 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 .

[bezeniths]

/ i'm being a problem child and planning out my 3rd muse (friday is the day for anyone who's been here since opening & has 2 muses already~) and i'm stuck between haesmuli cinemas manager kim taehyung or midlight hotel bartender jang yeeun, so which one would you all rather see & interact with? 🧡👀

#ooc tbt

[apertvres]

break right out of these guilty cages, running red lights ; with @yourvanity.

as she takes a seat, she notes two things. one, that the seat is arguably more comfortable than her own seat at the security station, and two, that yichan is sitting far too close for comfort. comfort might as well be his antithesis, given that it’s something she only feels in his absence. there’s something about his smile and his gaze that feels a little too sharp – the gleaming point of a knife capable of honing in on tender spots under plates of armor. not that she’d ever willingly admit that she views him as a threat; she doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction. (she doesn’t want to feel what she feels whenever he rewards her with a knowing, cheshire-cat smile.)

leaning back against her chair, she gestures towards the nearest table with a careless wave of her hand. “so what can i expect on an average poker night?” she asks, gaze flickering over heads bent over cards, chips stacked up on the wooden tabletop. it’s every bit the mise en scène she’d expected, and she almost wants to laugh at how predictable — no, how calculated every aspect of this setting is. as if this particular lobby of the midlight hotel is all but a giant monopoly board for yichan’s amusement and orchestration. she wonders exactly how he plans to play his hand with her this evening.

“i mean, i’m here to have a good time, not another night of duty,” she prompts, stretching her legs out in front of her, “i’m not going to have to break up any fist fights, right?” eyeing the stacks of chips, she bites back another question – she’s not naive enough to think the betting table is weighted with something so simple as money. the chips take on a sinister gleam, and she turns back to yichan with an expectant look.

#; - yichan x saeron #; - threads #and let the games begin!!!! #let the chips fall where they may (where is this phrase from because it seems like a twilight reference but i may be wrong???) #saeron sees red lights and goes running straight towards them (him) #another episode of saeron complaining abt the security chairs

[halmarut]

it was written in-game, upon reading this i realised:

(note: the name of shards might be switched around/misnamed because i only know the shards by shape, not by name e_e)

the baubles vayne and dr. cid’s looking for are Dusk Shard and Midlight Shard. this is why they ransacked two kingdoms, nabradia and dalmasca. cid and vayne obtained one of them, but were unable to obtain the other because they have no idea where it is kept.

vayne kept basch alive so he could interrogate him via gabranth. but vayne was stalled by the senate who don’t like vayne rising in power. this makes vayne information-less for two years.

when vayne’s finally free from senate’s grasp by becoming consul in rabanastre, he ran a search on the palace, but vaan stole it from him on the same day.

before, we’ve only known that:

basch is imprisoned and gabranth gloats at him often, the senate hates vayne, vayne is the new consul, nabudis explosion was 2 years ago, vayne and cid are looking for “baubles”.

but these are all connected~

#Speculations #subtext and not in-text! #all of this reeks of occuria interference though. imagine if those two men had both shards #it is very funny that the gods said oh no u wont!! to vayne #tl dr: two stones and two guys = war on ivalice. this is the entirety of ff12

[pyolyuja]

chicken fight ft. @yourvanity — w/ yichan

there may have been no starry sky or perfect tanning weather, but the indoor pool at the midlight hotel suited yunseong just fine. he was testing the limits of another thirty minute work break, letting his hair splay back into the pool. sometimes, he swore that he could hear the unmistakable rolling tide of his beloved jukdo beach echoing in his ear, but it was likely just his wishful thinking and the fact that his head was slightly submerged. he let himself slide down off his inner tube, sparkling pool water engulfing his whole body in a refreshing and endless cocoon.

once he surfaced, nimble hands palming his soaked hair back out of his eyes, he became aware of an additional presence on the side of the pool. this time, it wasn't that of the hotel guests that were trying to enjoy themselves at the other end of the pool despite his breaktime intrusion. no; looming over him was the shadow of his nemesis, kim yichan. okay, maybe nemesis was putting it a bit strongly, but yichan and his manager seemed to have the strange idea that yunseong should limit his pool visits to when there weren't hotel guests around. still, his demeanor was as calm as ever, if not a bit playful. "let me guess, your manager sent you out here to give me a talking to again? i'll have you both know, the guests love me being here," he declared, motioning to the people across the room. they all maintained blank stares at his insinuation. unfazed, yunseong turned back to yichan. "you guys should make me your official pool mascot, if anything," he speaks casually, beginning to backstroke right under where yichan stood.

#╰ * 𝙸𝙼 𝚈𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙾𝙽𝙶. : closed. ⧽ gimme a feeling slowly in a déjà vu . #╰ * 𝙸𝙼 𝚈𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙾𝙽𝙶. : threads. ⧽ ft 𝚈𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽 . #yunseong is so annoying i'm sorry 😭

[fullmusicbardsquared]

highlight of the day: got khaki pants

midlight of the day: mother told me i had a neurodivergency i feel i do not have

#talking in my head

[dyrewrites]

ROY G BIV Tag

@deanwax tagged me for this crazy thing.

Rules: Search your WIP(s) for the colours of the rainbow and post the snippets.

tagging; @rmgrey-author @sparrowcraft (lemme see those colors!)

Weald and Wen is choked with color, and I do try to keep to the simpler words for them, so I fear I may have plenty of options here. >.>

Red

Fresh and dripping, the Ichorbed welcomed Mitra, and the glare of heartlight that chased her, with eager arms. It scattered the burning fuchsia of fading firstlight and amplified it, speckling all beneath in redder pinks. Unlike the cooler dim of the wallowoods before it, the gorebarks of the Ichorbed held no bent canopies or fallen trunks for shelter. Its raging red rivers were as reflective as she and Mitra fought to keep within the slim shadows of the dripping leaves, far from the Heart’s rabid glare.

Orange

The blacks and hazy whites of his woods—pink-tinted by the pulse of firstlight and the red of his own glowing pupils—dropped to grayer shades. Splotches of blurry blues and greens stained his vision then, but a flash of orange was what took him. It sprang from the periphery, far ahead, bright but fading. 

Yellow

Blinking at her shadow, Faerai welcomed it and Ozma rippled and blinked back before it oozed into her. Her yellow pupils dilated with its presence, overtaking the blue of her irises and color bled out of the woods. All but the scattered, myriad flicker of the Lady’s Breath washed out to bitter gray in the shadow-sight.

Green and Blue

Midlight flared and bled its last drop of heat, ushering in the cooler warmth of latelight and more whisps flooded the copse to enjoy its passing–zigging and zagging around the Whispedge. They blinked in pinks, yellows, blues and greens, dancing along the bone white veins of the twisted trees. And the darkening light danced with them, dappling the red trunks and branches in deepening blues and violets. Mitra sought a safer seat in that dance, scooting back on the bough as more whisps flickered in to join, their Myriad colors flashing and twinkling in a dizzying display.

Indigo -- SHOCK, I have no indigo...will have to fix that.

Violet

Ozma remained seated as its charge and the creaking doll searched through bushes, roots and high into the branches. It snuggled into the grass to watch, its many tails stretching to chase Faerai's and ignored its charge's heated eyes when it did not snap to her side. The soft violet of firstlight brightened, warming bark and soil when Faerai finally howled her frustration. Diving from a lofty branch, she thudded to all fours on the ground and stomped, throwing bits of rock in all directions. Mitra zigzagged to avoid any nicks, then flew closer to tug her ears, “Beastie holds where last hold pack?” “When Napyr chase?” Faerai asked back, yanking her ears free and shooing the little light. “Yous peak in shadows,” Mitra said, flitting towards the nearest tree line before she creaked back, “I’s peak in woods!”

#roy g biv #tag game #writeblr #I refer to Faerai's dad's fur as blue-purple so maybe I just change that to the indigo it is and have the whole rainbow in there