#midwestern sunrise

[andymoss]

It's always on my gloomiest days that the morning commute sunrise decides to hit me with something like this

#sunrise #sun #orange #suburbiacore #wtf even is that lol #sky #my life #work #morning commute #clouds #sunset #midwestern things #midwest #little joys #joy

[teethrotter]

the midwest is kind of worthless in terms of scenery value but ( as of yet ) i will give it 2 things: sunrises + southern illinois in the winter

#this is a joke <3 i am personally pretty fond of midwestern scenery #however i cannot deny that to most people it is lacking and they're right. it's too flat out here to do anything super impressive #midwestern sunrises ( especially in winter ) really are something else though. unironically 100% recommend always #better sunrises than anywhere else in the states #🦷

[zelphafrost]

A midwestern winter sunrise in progression. The fire before the rain and possible snow.

#zelphafrost #my photos #everyday sunshine #pictures #my pictures #sunrise #clouds #sun

[mercurygray]

Fred Torvaldsen - Masterlist

Someone said there would be donuts, and Freda Torvaldsen is here to make sure they’re right. Joining the Red Cross Clubmobile service from Madison, Wisconsin, Freda (or Fred, more often) brings a Midwestern sense of hospitality and generosity to her work making sure that all of the men on base feel at home and cared for. As a somewhat new replacement for the team at Thorpe Abbotts, Fred is still learning everyone’s name (and everyone is still learning hers!) but she’s confident with time she’ll fit right in - and a certain clarinet-playing captain is hoping she fits with him.

The New Girl (June 1943) Rosy Cheeks (June 1943) Whiskey Soda (July 1943) Watching The Rain (July 1943)

Sunset (July 1943) Sunrise (July 1943 - the next day)

Sweetness (August 1943)

Pipesmoke (October 11, 1943)

The Only One I've Got (February 1944)

#freda torvaldsen

[foolofabookwyrm-activated]

Any Way The Exchange Blows 2023 Masterpost!

Hello hello my friends! Now that all gift works for the exchange event on the discord server in honor of the 2nd anniversary of the Any Way the Wind Blows release anniversary have been completed, I wanted to take a moment to thank everyone who participated and share their works with you all! A special shoutout and thanks to @prettylightsbigcity and @stardustasincocaine who helped run the event with me! (And a second thanks for Tessa for pinch hitting at the very last moment)

(NSFW content below the cut)

ART (SFW)

@werezolft Created this fanart for @martsonmars' fic "Something Witty"

@cats-and-jam created this fanart for @facewithoutheart's fic "If There's Anything You Want"

@ic3-que3n created this fanart of a sweet and domestic married Snowbaz for @cats-and-jam

@katatsumuli created this fic fanart for @onepintobean of their collab fic "Don't Speak, I know just what you're saying" (Original fic collab with @ileadacharmedlife)

@mercy-upon-me created this fanart of our fave midwestern boy Shep for @werezolft

FIC (SFW)

"by moon and sunrise" by @trenchcoat-moth for @mercy-upon-me Rated Teen, 1.2K words Summary: Baz is away visiting family. Simon is still home at their flat. Neither likes the arrangement. Baz sets to rectify that.

"Breakable" by @sillyunicorn for @aristocratic-otter Rated Teen, 1K words, includes recorded original song and lyrics Summary: He wouldn’t have dropped out. He wouldn’t miss this last year to torment me. He wouldn’t leave me to wonder what’s happened to him — unless that’s his plan. Drive me mad with worry — no, not worry. I’m not worried for Baz. I’m worried about Baz. About what he’s doing. I’m worried for Watford. And when I put it that way… well, I have to do something, don’t I? I have to find him. I have to save Watford from whatever he and his family are plotting.

"An Act of Kindness" by @facewithoutheart for @prettylightsbigcity Rated Teen, 9.8K words, 4/4 chapters (complete) Summary: Baz joins Fiona on a continent-wide chase of the Chosen-One-Gone-Nuclear, leading to a Hyde Park stand-off that’ll force Baz to choose once and for all where his loyalty lies: with his heritage, or with his heart.

"endless skies and blazing sun" by @martsonmars for @trenchcoat-moth Rated General, ~1K words Summary: Baz knows he shouldn't have come to America, but how could he say no to watching Simon smile and laugh under a bright, never-ending sky? Baz knows he shouldn't have come, but what if it's exactly the right place to be to feel something new?

"The Real Thing" by @onepintobean for @thewriterxj Rated Teen, ~1K words Summary: Simon Snow’s favourite hobby is creating outfits for his paper doll Baz. He’s so normal about it. I mean, a man’s gotta have a hobby, and where would world-famous models be without their adoring fans, anyway?

"Home To Me" by @prettylightsbigcity for @sillyunicorn Rated Teen, 1.5K words Summary: Life is busy, but Simon and Baz are determined to get away and celebrate their anniversary. Travel rarely goes exactly as planned, but sometimes just being with the person you love is enough.

NSFW Contributions below the cut!

NSFW ART (will include work tags here relevant to possible CW/TW, please remember you're responsible for curating your own experience. Read tags as necessary.)

@krisrix created this piece titled "Good Boy" for @fatalfangirl Tags include: Anal Sex, Dom/Sub play, Collars, Leashes Artist Summary: Illustration of Simon wearing a collar and mounting Baz

@stardustasincocaine created this piece titled "Tie Me Up in Knots" for @ic3-que3n Tags include: Shibari, rope bondage, japanese rope bondage, implied sexual content Artist Summary: Simon in shibari ropes. That’s the thing. @stardustasincocaine is an absolutely chaotic angel who volunteered to pinch hit at the end of the event. They created this art piece lovingly titled "Few Positions Work When You Have Fuck Off Wings" for @theearlgreymage Tags Include: Anal sex, lingerie, partially drawn penises, body hair, lube, kissing, Simon Snow's Wings and Tail, and Emotional Porn Artist Summary: Simon and Baz doing the do but this time there’s lingerie

NSFW FICS (work tags included here relevant to possible CW/TW, please remember you're responsible for curating your own experience. Read tags as necessary.)

"Tickle The Dragon's Tail" by @aristocratic-otter for @katatsumuli Rated Explicit, ~3k words, Part 2 of The Dragonverse Tags: monsterfucking, kinky sex, tail sex, sex accidents, sex toys, sex toy accidents, anal sex, oral sex, sixty-nine, medical trauma, spadey having a mind of its own, mpreg, very much mpreg Writer Summary: Simon and Baz are having trouble finding a sex position that's comfortable, given the bulk of Simon's pregnant belly. Spadey has an idea. Niamh has to help save our heroes from Spadey's idea.

"Nothing to See Here" by @theearlgreymage for @krisrix Rated Explicit, 11.6K words Tags: Blow jobs, public blow jobs, semi-public sex, anal fingering, finger sucking, anal sex, sex magic, magic sharing, dom/sub, dom/sub undertones, mildly dubious consent, cock slut, miscommunication, pwp, overstimulation, multiple orgasms Writer Summary: When I glance up at him, he has his free hand in front of his mouth. I’m positive that he’s biting his thumb to keep himself from making any more noises. The weight of him on my tongue is delicious. And this close I can smell, taste, all of him. Green smoke, burnt buttery popcorn, and a heavy musk that can only be described as Simon. It’s my favorite thing, satisfying my taste buds more than any meal or rat ever will. I’m so lost in the moment that I don’t manage to catch the noises coming from me until I hear another voice. “The fuck was that?” Someone a row in front of where Snow sits whispers. I can’t help but wonder how they’d respond if they knew the truth of the matter. It’s Basilton Grimm-Pitch, moaning beneath a desk as he practically chokes on Simon Snow’s cock.

"Jaguar" by @fatalfangirl for @stardustasincocaine Rated Explicit, 2.5K words Tags: coffin trauma, comfort sex, non-defined dom/sub dynamics, blindfolds, emotional porn, emotions including those related to trauma such as fear and panic, Writer Summary: Baz still struggles with the dark. Simon offers sexy exposure therapy. Enter "stay" commands and overstimulation.

#Any Way The Exchange Blows 2023 #AWTEB2023 #Carry On Discord Exchange Event #Carry On Discord #Simon Snow Series Fanworks #Carry On Fanworks #Snowbaz fanart #snowbaz fanfic #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz #snowbaz fanworks #sss fanart #sss fanfic #sss #Snowbaz Fanwork Exchange #Simon Snow Series Fandom Gift Exchange #Masterpost #Any Way The Exchange Blows 2023 Masterpost #AWTEB2023 Masterpost

[lilyoffandoms]

Thanks for the tag @choicesmc

Last Song: Li’l Darling by Count Basie

Currently Watching: The chickens outside my window. They have found something and are freaking out about it haha

Three Ships: Of mine (for Choices) would be Trystan x Gabriel, Kieran x Elam, and Tyril x Maiele. Of other fandoms would be Marcus x Cadell (Marcus’ romance is probably my favorite all-time best written romance hands down ever), Felix x Lucas, and Chen x Aridam.

Favorite Color: Sunset and sunrise orange

Currently Consuming: Coffee with a splash of, you guessed it, freshly boiled maple syrup

Place of Birth: over 9000km from where I live now.

Current Location: My living room (in the midwestern United States).

Favorite Ship: Daenarya x Maiele (Daenarya belongs to @storyofmychoices)

Relationship Status: happily partnered with the love of my life

Last Movie: It Happened One Night

Currently Working On: My forever ongoing personal writing piece and a few art pieces (Nyx, Tyril x MC, and blk!f!Cas)

I’ll tag anyone that sees this and wants to share with me!!

#tag game

[prozac]

Art by 09Leaf

(Matching icons with @nimbooz)

He/Him She/Her ♂️ • 21 years old • WEBSITE

Freelance comic artist (Donate) (My .CLIP files) (My Art)

Midwestern white guy. Trained in the art of awesomeness. 70 year old man with white hair and back pain.

MY TWITTER AND INSTA ARE RUN BY LOTTE & MALACHI

Art Archive: @zaxonzone | 🥀 DAIL SEASON SUMMARIES

⤿ MINORS BLACKLIST "MINORS DNI" AND "NUDITY" ⤾

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Current projects (of mine) you may see me post about (Italics are my Current-In-Progress projects):

▪︎⠀ Die as I Lived (17+)⠀ ▪︎⠀ Sunrise High and the Experiment 203 ⠀(⠀Murders of San Francisco ⠀; ⠀Dayo Flavien's Off Days ⠀; ⠀Ghosties!⠀) ⠀▪︎ ⠀Offices, Stocks, Honey, and Assets⠀ ▪︎ ⠀Inheritance: A Tale of Trust ⠀▪︎ ⠀THE OSSUARY ⠀▪︎ ⠀Long Story, Short Story⠀ ▪︎ ⠀You Owe Me One ⠀▪︎ ⠀Winter's Apotheosis⠀ ▪︎⠀ TankREVO⠀ ▪︎ ⠀The 4th ⠀▪︎ ⠀BURN'T ⠀▪︎

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[smartycvnt]

Playing the Fence

Pairing: Alba Fyre x Reader

Summary: Alba crashes your date with Hank Walker in spectacular fashion.

NR

WC: 1318

You had come to NXT straight from ICW. There weren't a lot of people that you were friends with there aside from Alba. She had been like a mentor to you at one point, literally training you to do certain matches and moves in some instances. You had always liked her at ICW, just like pretty much everybody else on the roster. Unlike all of them, Alba had taken a particular liking to you. At times, it felt almost like the two of you had the potential to really go somewhere romantically. However, Alba never really pushed for it and actively shut you down on a couple of occasions. You had been sad at the time, but now you were glad that Alba had turned you down. There was no guarantee that you would have lasted as a couple, and it was better to have a friend like Alba than to just not have her around.

Tonight though, you wondered if you had done something wrong. Alba had scoffed and rolled her eyes when you got Tinder within an hour of moving back to the states. You had jokingly asked what her problem with it was, which had obviously struck a nerve with her. You decided not to mention any of your failed dates with Alba, and you had done a good job of that. Even the successful ones that hadn't really gone anywhere were kept a secret. The trick had been not dating anybody who worked with you. That had only worked for so long though, and eventually you found yourself going on a date or two with Hank Walker.

Hank was sweet and definitely potential boyfriend material. You had not had a boyfriend in quite some time, mainly because you had been stuck up on Alba a little. Hank hadn't said anything to Alba, but during a girls' night, you had let it slip to Isla and a couple of the other girls backstage that you were excited about seeing Hank. Your money was on Isla for spilling the beans to Alba, but you weren't mad about it. There most likely hadn't been any ill intent with that one, not that you could think of. Alba was your best friend, which everybody backstage knew, so Isla probably thought she had more information than you had given out. Either that or she knew something about Alba that you didn't.

"Sorry about the dirt. I meant to take my truck to the car wash before this, but Coach Bloom had me running some extra drills today," Hank apologized as he helped you into the passenger's seat of his truck. You didn't mind the bit of dirt on Hank's truck, if anything you appreciated it. One of your least favorite things about growing up in the small, Midwestern town that you had was just how many guys had these brand new pick up trucks for nothing but vanity.

"It's fine Hank, just shows that you've got a real reason to own a truck like this," you said. Hank laughed it off, but you didn't miss the small blush on his cheeks. He drove the two of you to the restaurant you had decided to eat at together over the phone earlier in the day. It wasn't overly fancy, but it reminded both of you of the kinds of places that your families would have gone to for a "nice night out" back in the day.

"You look really nice," Hank said as he pulled your chair out for you. You thanked him as you sat down. Hank was much more polite than a lot of the other wrestlers that you had dated before. Scottish guys weren't too bad, but a lot of the Americans you had dated when you were younger had been assholes. For a little while, you had sworn off dating guys from your home country. Hank was different though. Hank was genuinely a gentleman, because there was no way he would have been this nice for as many dates as the two of you had been on if he wasn't.

"I don't think I've ever eaten at a seafood place with a view of the beach before," you commented as you looked out at the sunset. It was absolutely gorgeous. You had seen lots of sunrises and sunsets before, but tonight's filled you with a little more emotion than usual.

"It really is something else. You know where it all came from," Hank said. The two of you fell into a pretty easy conversation. Aside from wrestling and your upbringings, the two of you didn't have a whole lot in common, but there was a lot you could learn from each other. Hank really did seem to want to live a "country" lifestyle somewhere quiet, and while that sounded nice, you didn't think that you could do that. You wanted a little more noise and excitement. You were about to tell Hank that when you saw a flash of red hair running towards you.

"Stop this!" Alba shouted as she came to a stop in front of your table. Both you and Hank exchanged confused looks. Alba dropped down to one knee in front of you as she tried to catch her breath. "I need to tell you something."

"How did you even find out where I was going?" you asked as you reached out to check on Alba. You were a little peeved that she was crashing your date, but you couldn't help but to take care of her. "What are you doing here?"

"Stopping you before you do the thing. This is the fourth date, and that's usually when you bring up going steady. Don't do it, please. I'm stupid, really stupid, and I can't just say things that I feel because it's scary," Alba said as she looked up at you. You looked between her and Hank, but neither seemed to make a move to help you. "Hank's not stupid, he'll say yes and I'll lose my chance forever because he'll keep you like I should have."

"Would you have said yes?" you asked Hank. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he nodded his head. "Alba, this isn't fair. You can't play the fence until I find someone else that I really like."

"I know, okay? I know," Alba sighed. She stood up and ran off twice as fast as she had run in. You tried to move past that whole thing, and you thought you had done a good job of it until Hank started driving to Alba's instead of your place at the end of the date.

"Go to her. I like you, but it's pretty damn obvious that you guys are damn near perfect for each other. You and me don't want the same stuff anyways, but if you ever want something a little quiet, I'll take you out to the farm," Hank said. You leaned over to give him a kiss before you got out of Hank's truck and walked up to Alba's front door. You knocked on the door and waited for her to answer the door, glad that Hank had driven away already.

"What are you doing here?"

"I hate you sometimes, but at the end of the day, I love you too much for it to stick," you said as you stepped into Alba's arms. She looked confused for a second, but then she realized what was going on. Alba pulled you into her house and shut the door behind you. You were about to kiss Alba when you heard a throat clear behind the two of you.

"I'll just head upstairs. Don't be too loud!" Alba rolled her eyes as Isla ran off. You shook your head as you chuckled before pressing a quick kiss to Alba's lips. Alba's eyes widened a little, and then she pouted until you did it again.

#alba fyre x reader #wwe x reader #wwe #alba fyre #my writing

[inkedmyths]

S1: E22 "Devil's Trap"

Brought to you by hey so each and every one of you who made me watch this. You all suck. This is the worst. I hate it here. What sort of BULLSHIT was that—

This episode featuring: Odd interrogation techniques, family dynamics, bodysnatching, and one deeply upset Ink

Banging opening music

I will not fall doooown... when push comes to shove I will rise above... jammin

Here we fuckin go the boys are off to save or avenge their dad

[ Kayla asks if one of the opening montages has used Carry On My Wayward Son. I said no, because I would definitely remember that. ]

Where are we

What the dog doin

Holy water and whiskey. Mood.

Oh this be Bobby

[ Kayla and Crepe cheer. They love Bobby. ]

SCREAMS. JOHN JUST HAS THAT AFFECT ON PEOPLE (referring to when he threatened to shoot John) oh I like him already

Satanic Roach Hotel

Ohh. Bad year. Most years 4 possessions, but this one had at least 27...... well thats rough

UH OH

MEG

DEAN

Fuck off Meg

"Chuckleheads" GREAT word use Meg

GOTTEM

Okaaaay interrogation time

"Where's our father, Meg"

"You didn’t ask very nice"

"Where's our father, bitch"

Goddammit whys he so funny

Oh shes posessed

I dunno about innocent

Oh good news bc it means they can yeet the demon, yea?

"Hit it Sam" (begins praying)

[ Winchesters latest hit single in Christian Rap sweeps midwestern protestant congregations as a big hit! ]

Dean buddyyyy

Uh getting spookyyyyy

This is wild. Interrogation via exorcism

What the fuck are u gonna do here like what do u do

Shes dead but not but whats up

UHHHH WELL THATS FUCKING. SOMETHING

Hello ma'am

That sucks ass. Being exorcised certainly doesn't seem fun, esp when you got dropped from a building

A year............ bro.......

Poor gal...

As I went down to the river....

Oh she gone.............

:(

:((

STOP ZOOMING IN ON HER DEAD FACE

"You guys think you invented lying to the cops?" lmao thanks bobby

"I won't even try to shoot him this time"

[ Crepe asks Kayla if Meg is the woman Bobby has buried in his garden or if that's someone else. Concerning. ]

SCREAMS hes making the car safe and Dean is like MY CAR

Dean just wants his family to stop being self sacrificing. Hypocrite

Sunrise Apartments!

Building full of human shields... thats a problem

Pull the fire alarm lol

Oh those people are SO posessed

Yep there he is, tied u— hm. I don't. Like that actually

"I've got a Yorkie upstairs, and he pees when he's nervous—" Dean for funniest liar

THEY STOLE THE FIREFIGHTERS FITS

Demon? Demön?

Holy water!!

Hes still breathing hes not dead yet

But he might be posessed

Oh just had to check

Uh oh someone else just got posessed

And another....

Aha... the colt

[ Kayla: Uhhh I'm here for the colt stuff - the Winchesters]

2 bullets left!

Alright. Now what

Fambily

Dean can and will kill for his family huh

Uh oh zappy lights

The demon's here!

Uh oh

Something is wrong

OH

OH SHIT

Sam going AAA

AUGH WHATS HAPPENING

I DONT KNOW

WHAT IS THISSSSS

Bullshit bullshit

Me: DEAN WAS RIGHT

Kayla: and why was he right :)

Me: Bc he would have been pissed :(

Kayla: and never proud :)

Kayla: (therapy voice) and how did that make you feel

Me: I hate it here

Kayla: elaborate on that

Me: I haaaate it here

Kayla: mhm mhm (writing stuff down)

"What are you and God going to do?" dammmn

Justice for WHAT

Oh so a demon cares about its family

Good for him but also you were already trying to kill them before??

Yeah? Why?

What's your angle here

Huhhhhh. What the fuck do you want with Sam

"I really can't stand all your monologuing"

Oooough hitting him where it hurts damn

OOOH DAMN DEAN THROWING SHADE BACK

How are u guys goimg to get out of this

Oh shit oh SHIT

AAAAAAAAA

OH THE LEG!! SMART!!!!!!

Oh fuck man

Bro it fucking leaving

Well this is an Awkward Family Ride

Kayla: awkward family ride abt to

TRUCK

What the fuck what the fuck

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

BRO WHAT

THATS IT FOR SEASON 1??

BULLSHIT

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My so-called friends then proceeded to point, laugh, and heckle me for the next 10 minutes. This is bullshit I hope you know. Stupid goddamn cliffhangers stupid Winchesters and their STUPID FAMILY NONSENSE—

#on the highway to superhell #supernatural #spn #...season 1........done........ #(head in my hands) #why. why have you people done this to me. why would you DO this

[mtaartsdesign]

In 2002, Roy Nicholson created “Morning Transit, Hempstead Plain” & “Evening Transit, Hempstead Plain,” two glass mosaic artworks for LIRR Hicksville station that take viewers back in time to when the area around Hicksville, NY resembled a Midwestern prairie. Nicholson recaptured that setting, in look and spirit, as if seen from a speeding train. The colors vary according to the time of day depicted: soft green and blue hues for sunrise in “Morning Transit,” and red and blue hues for sunset in “Evening Transit”. As Nicholson shared, “Each commuter imagines their own personal scenery. One can look at it over and over again and discover new images.” During major platform rehabilitation at the station in 2018, Nicholson was invited to expand the original project to include 72 laminated glass panels across four platform-level waiting rooms. Across both media, Nicholson created a contemplative meditation on landscape, with an affectionate look back at #LongIsland before the post-war housing boom forever altered the area.

Nicholson’s mixed media prints can also be viewed, alongside work by #MTAarts #digitalart artist Anne Spalter and many others, in “Techspressionism: Digital and Beyond” at Southampton Arts Center through July 23.

Photos: Patrick Cashin, Anne Spalter

#mtaarts #permanent art #laminated glass #mosaic #Roy Nicholson #Anne spalter #digitalart

[deepestbluesky]

thank u to @korre for tagging me in this one!! i'm esp delighted about the fantasy edition 👀

This or that

hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling // earbuds or headphones (headphones give me headaches so even tho most earbuds don’t fit my ears i reluctantly have to pick them) // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock (sorry) // blue or green // sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket (fake leather jacket i bought for a jason todd cosplay, my beloved) // pink or purple // chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume // drive-in movie theater or the cinema (i’ve never been to a drive-in! i feel like a fake american midwesterner lol) // pastel colors or neutral earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice (bless this tag game for not asking about other kinds of drink. i pretty much only drink juice or lemonade) // past or future //

This or that - fantasy edition

spell or curse ∙ abandoned mansion or haunted cemetery ∙ vampire slayer or ghost hunter (WHO YA GONNA CALL—ahem. i’m sorry again.) ∙ phoenix or griffin ∙ wrist bite or neck bite (sorry @ wenzhou but i’m too much of a sucker for vampires) ∙ fairy godmother or evil stepmother ∙ herbs or potion ∙ ghost or wraith ∙ dragon scales or werewolf claws ∙ druid or mage ∙ elf or hobbit ∙ divination or necromancy (i have a dnd-related grudge against divination lmao) ∙ wand magic or hand magic ∙ centaur or unicorn ∙ dark fairytale or disney-style fairytale ∙ sword or bow & arrow ∙ siren or water nymph (i do NOT know the difference here) ∙ garlic or silver ∙ talking animal or walking tree ∙ demon trap or crossroads pact ∙ enchanted fairy forest or mermaid lagoon

again. idk who hasn’t been tagged but if you see this and wanna do it: be free! tag me in it so i can see :D

#tag games #the fantasy edition..... i wildly vascilated between whether i was asnwering for what i like in general #or what i'd want to be/have #that's fine it's more fun

[aquarian-sunchild]

Too cloudy to see the sun and moon shuffle around each other, but it was neat watching the sunrise and sunset happen in a matter of minutes. Also cool seeing the streetlights light up in the middle of the day. I felt a nostalgic vibe when the sky was at its darkest, like Midwestern emo album covers and late night summer campfires.

#eclipse 2024

[isilrina]

Dreamscape!!! Dreamscape!!! 👀 A Dance of Blades and Shadows, Dark Academia, and Empires?? And Emily&Dylan pleaaase! ✨

Ok, down the rabbit hole we go ;p

Dreamscape: (Sci-Fi meets historical Novel.)

How long had it been since she had seen a real sunrise? How long had it been since she had truly seen the color of the sky? How long had she remained so closed off from the world? A shadow passed over Emily's face as her heart tightened, and she delved into the abyss of her memories, her eyes drifting aimlessly. She lost touch with reality, sinking deeper into the spiral of her past, searching for the face of her mother. "Miss Hastings?" The deep voice with a pronounced Midwestern accent startled her, abruptly cutting the thread of her thoughts and bringing her back to the present. Turning her attention to the young man who now stood beside her, she offered a smile that did not reach her eyes, and he furrowed his brow, growing a bit more concerned. However, he didn't comment and simply handed her a metal cup emitting wisps of steam and a strong, bitter aroma reminiscent of her childhood. "Your coffee," he added simply.

A Dance of Blades and Shadows: (Fantasy Novel where Japanese, Norse and Polish cultures meet.)

"What are your thoughts on this?" she asked him, surprising him with her inquiry amidst the weighty atmosphere of the meeting. Takehiko shifted his gaze back to the stone wall in front of him, his mind racing to formulate a response that would live up to the princess's expectations, his hands crossed behind his back in a gesture of contemplation and restraint. "I… I don't know, your highness," he replied after clearing his throat, his voice steady yet laced with a hint of uncertainty. "Perhaps… perhaps we could offer our assistance with the beast problem, and in turn, they could lend us aid." The gray-skinned princess looked at him with a smile, a glimmer of appreciation shining in her colorless eyes. She recognized not only the young man’s experience but also the wisdom imparted by the teachings of a royal heir in his response. The intelligence he displayed at this moment sparked a connection between them. Her smile grew wider, a silent acknowledgment of his contribution. Takehiko fell silent, waiting for the princess to speak further. His mind swirled with questions. Why did she seek his opinion? Did she truly need him to answer? Would she listen, regardless? The sweet voice of Mani'herja interrupted his thoughts, bringing him back to the present. "That's a good idea, Takehiko," she praised him, her voice carrying a note of approval. She turned her attention back to the older man, her gaze unwavering.

Dark Academia: (Not the final title. Magic School with murders and intrigue.)

This couldn't be happening. The email she had woken up to stated that they had received a notification from her supposed mentor at another university, leading to her removal from the list of students for the upcoming academic year. The very idea felt like a cruel jest, a twist of fate she couldn't understand. Melody had never heard of any other university or mentor. It had to be an error, she thought, and that's why she was desperately searching for Lyon 3's secretary's phone number. She intended to contact them and rectify the misunderstanding, to get her well-structured life back on track. Her trembling fingers hovered over her phone's screen, scrolling through the contact list of the university's website. As her eyes settled on the entry, she was about to tap it with her index finger. Just then, a notification popped up right under it. In her frenzied state, she accidentally accessed it. The email message opened before her eyes, revealing an enigmatic scholarship offer. The words on the screen sent a shiver down her spine when she realized it wasn't from the university she had known. Instead, it hailed from an institution known as "The Academia." Melody had never heard of such a place.

Empires: (Sci-Fi arranged marriage between Greece and Japan but in space.)

He raised a surprised look to her, and his eyes landed on the single tear that rolled down the cheek of the young redhead. Despite her desire to appear dignified, this salty drop had breached the barriers of her will, splashing onto the festive tablecloth covering their table. No one dared to speak, but the noise of the guests masked from the elders the spectacle that was unfolding right before their eyes. Time seemed suspended, and, unable to bear any more, the young Princess raised her chin, composed, and in a voice filled with sadness, she said: "I thank the Gods for giving me the most abominable man in marriage." With these words, and before the entire assembly, she stood up and excused herself from the table. She claimed the aftermath of the ceremony and the stress as a reason to request permission from the Shogun to retire to her chambers. The old man shot a quick angry glance at his son and granted his daughter-in-law the right to leave the room. She did so with measured and deliberate steps in front of all the guests. Once she had disappeared behind the door frame, Tomoyoshi locked eyes with his cousin and said in a cold voice: "Anata wa saite. [You are the worst. (In Japanese)]" And those were the last words spoken throughout the entire meal.

Emily & Daniel from "Dreamscape"

#my ocs #isilrinart #tagged #wip game #story time #scifi #fantasy #dark academia #arranged marriage #dreamscape #adobas #The Academia (temporary title) #empires #oc:emilyhastings #oc:dandreamscape #oc:maniherja #oc:takehiko #oc:melodyhowell #oc:seliniempires #oc:takahiroempires

[the-flower-herald]

Midwestern gothic during a road trip

When did the telephone poles become crosses? If you saw one with your name, no you didn't.

The sun has cast a golden glow across the endless fields. You can't tell if it's sunrise or sunset. It's been like this for hours.

The colors of the truck in front of you change seemlessly. The only tell is that the license plate hasn't changed once. The driver keeps looking back.

The trees arch towards you, you can't tell if it's comforting or menacing. The corn is laughing.

#unreality #midwestern gothic #i love road trips man

[whitepolaris]

Legend of Mount Rubidoux

This peaceful park near downtown Riverside is surrounded by a number of weird stories. Judging by all the dog walkers and trail runners who regularly show up around the area, most people are either unaware or don’t care about the darker side of the legendary mountain. 

Once called Pachappa by the Luiseño Indians, Mount Rubidoux owes most of its near-pristine existence to the care and work of local millionaire Frank A. Miller. Miller owned the Mission Inn in Riverside, and until the stock market crash om 1929, he prospered with the influx of Midwestern tourists made his place a winter destination. After Miller’s death, the inn went into a long decline, at the end of which his grandson donated the land to the city in 1956. The Miller name is all over the park in engravings and panels. Near the top of the fire road is a medieval-looking structure called the Peace Tower, built in 1925. It looks out of place in this land of cactus and chaparral, but adds to the foreboding atmosphere that hangs around here. At the base of the tower is a “room” that looks like a miniature dungeon, complete with an iron gate. 

At the peak of the mountain, above the amphitheater used for the annual Eastern sunrise service, is a brooding Christian cross that replaced the original brown, rough-hewn model in 1963. Although graffiti covers some of the rocks in the area, the cross is strangely white and pristine. Rumors exist of a tunnel from somewhere on the mountain leading directly to the Mission Inn, used by Miller’s associates during Prohibition. Teenagers and others prone to wild tales still search for the elusive subterranean passage, with no luck so far, but the legends refuse to die out. 

Near the crest of the north end of the peak are still remnants of a graceful, though defaced, painting of a horse, fading to obscurity on a flat rock. Since it looks like something out of the Lascaux caves, some tourists have insisted that it was made by some ancient “Indian,” but there’s no record of it before the mid-twentieth century.

Among the most enduring legends of Mount Rubidoux are the stories of furtive “attack midgets.” Locals reportedly tell of small stones raining down on them during solitary walks. Also describe are small piles of rocks left on the trails, usually in groups of three, and even occasional sightings of the diminutive demons. On the flip side of the spirit tales are the large, shadowy figures that have been reported walking near the peaks late at night. Resembling the “watchers” of the central coast ranges or the equally mysterious robed forms said to wander the slopes of Mount Shasta, the silent, hooded spirits seem to be replaying some ancient ceremony along Mount Rubidoux windswept peaks. 

#weird california #type read

[magickedteacup]

Me: how am I ever going to go back to normal life in the USA after living in Okinawa

Also me: hmm I wouldn’t mind being able to walk into a Target and actually be able to read labels right now; also I saw a painting of a sunset over a midwestern farm landscape on the Tumblr and I kind of miss that

But I could probably say “nostalgia” about a lot of things if I go down that rabbit hole; like blue skies on a clear day in San Francisco when I was walking or taking the Muni to work; sunset over the hills of Arezzo, Italy when I wanted to breath in the smell of the earth in the air; fog on car windows in Irvine, California in the early morning when the temperature was turning from cool to warm with the sunrise