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How rare and beautiful it is to even exist. [ Selective - Indie ] [ Low Activity ]

[stellarlovely]

[stella-vinctum]

@voidedfate

     There is a melody his magic can conquer, one that reminds him of a friend. It is peaceful, haunting, painting the image of a lost shore bathed in the ambient sounds of birds and waves. Upon a log of driftwood, staring out into a sea of twinkling blue stars, Atlas smiles. He cannot sing, no, though his hands do dance to a song he knows would be most enjoyable upon the open ocean.

     A tale of work, courage, and a journey far from home; ah, he wonders if his good friend can hear it now. Sails high, hearts full, the mind accepts its adventure. So too does he, tracing symbols that just might transcend a great distance.

♋❒♏ ⍓□◆ ⧫♒♏❒♏✍                         Are you there?

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Hubble Catches a Spiral Galaxy in Disguise : NGC 1032 cleaves the quiet darkness of space in two in this image from the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope. (via NASA)

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[mirkokosmos]

[mirkokosmos]

Regulus A [Alpha Leonis]

[stella-vinctum]

     A well. A well of Light. He has created a safe haven, if only for a moment. It’s so terribly dark here, so cold. Pale hands trace an arching crescent moon, pushing it outward with a quiet huff. Beautiful soft rays wash over his cloaked body, outlining the tall and lanky form that is the once great astronomer and scientist of the monster kingdom.

     He creates a spindly chair, silver, with only three legs and by no means any balance to be seen in its design. Carefully he sits, not faltering in the slightest, and sighs. Here lies peace of mind, the rare chance to push away intrusive thoughts without expending much to do so. The bridge that spans the gap between worlds dances upon his fingertips before it is tucked away into the recesses of his soul.

             Company is welcome.

[stella-vinctum]

     Pain is immeasurable in a world where the senses are numb and the mind is adrift among the inky black. Once confident strides appear more careless, subdued; there isn’t much of a reason to hold his shoulders up. The loneliness that cages his heart bears the weight of his wisdom, knowledge that ultimately tore him away from those that once knew his name.

     He has seen all the universe has to offer of horror, no longer fears the unknown. Each cold embrace is accepted quietly; there’s a certain sense of understanding that, perhaps, he’ll never be free of this torment. How many souls still carry him within their thoughts? Two, if memory serves him right, lately it’s been fading away much like the beautiful aura he would cast.

     There are no stars, no galaxies, no warmth, not in the Void. The taps of his shoes disappear when he opens his mouth, ushers in silence that yields to not a single thing within the old astronomer’s reach. He’s beginning to prefer it that way; if his end is to come from the depths of some pocket world or layer of Hell, then so be it.

     Atlas once held his world upon his shoulders, sacrificed himself for it, and can never return. Such a cruel fate for someone who gave so much and wanted nothing in return. Well, isn’t that exactly what he got? Nothing. Absolutely... nothing.

[stella-vinctum]

     If Atlas was a Pokemon trainer he’d care for two Litwicks, a Cosmog, and a Chandelure.

[stella-vinctum]

     - ✋︎ ❍︎♓︎⬧︎⬧︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎📬︎

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The Milky Way over Killen Falls, NSW , Australia

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The galactic core from a sea cave, by Jack Fusco js

[stella-vinctum]

voidedfate:

Across the threshold the stargazer does tumble. The door creaking closed behind.

The way is shut.

Only the shadows show the nothingness below. Beware where you step.

The tavern itself seems quiet, glasses overturned, even liquid still left to pool where it had spilled in haste. Abandoned in the middle of activity. Silent as the grave takes its own meaning here. Though there is no sign of death and dying here, something is heavy in the air.

     Down he goes like a tree having been toppled in the wind of a great storm. Timber, one might shout as Atlas extended both arms to stop his fall. He hits the floor with a thud and quickly bounces right back up, thankful for the lack of eyes that would most certainly stare. While he felt somewhat thankful for that, it was dashed away fairly quickly.

     Now he was wondering whether or not following his curiosity had been a terrible idea or not. Each overturned glass, spilled drink, and warped shadow did little to reinforce the astronomer’s confidence. The thought of speaking up did cross his mind, however, he was almost too nervous to do so. Instead he brings his hands together, focusing his magic into a bright orb that cast upward into the darkness.

A mage light.

     The orb followed after him as he pressed onward, carefully choosing where to step and what to avoid. He wants to know what happened here, more so now considering the door had shut behind him. A pair of red framed glasses are removed from his breast pocket and placed onto his face, eye lights dimly returning to peek out of the lenses.

[stella-vinctum]

"Are you still thinking about them?"

Deep Sentence Starters

     A silent nod was all he gave, eye lights dim within their dark sockets. It mattered not that the Sans and Papyrus of his world weren’t his children. He still loved and cared for them as if they had been. Watching the short skeleton trying to raise his younger sibling were some of his fondest memories.

      Despite the fact neither of them remembered him,                            he refused to forget.

     Perhaps it was Atlas’s reluctance in letting go. He still clung to the thought that someday he might be powerful enough to repair the grey room he had accidentally shattered. It was too weak when he finally found it, worn down by the oppressive Void.

     As powerful of a mage as he was, his magic had not been enough. Now there was absolutely no chance of him ever seeing them again. He had no home, no place to call his own. The stars he created were all that remained of the sky that had been ripped from his hands.

     It worried him to think that, someday, the others          he has come to know might forget him too.

[the-wolf-and-moon]

Thunderstorm and Milky Way

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Milkyway at Bear Lake js

[stella-vinctum]

voidedfate:

The inside of the tavern looks as if it had been left in a hurry. Drinks left on tables, chairs over turned, spills left untended. Something had happened here, something that had made its patrons flee this place. But then a little more looking would show that the shadows did not show floorboards, but the expanse of the fall into the dark and darker below.

What madness waited within those shadows? Perhaps it was a question better left unanswered.

     Unfortunately for Atlas, he had already extended a leg forward prior to the realization that he’d likely fall hit him. Teetering on one foot, he flailed his arms around in alarm as his mouth opened in a startled gasp. No matter how far he stretched, it didn’t appear that he’d be grabbing hold of something that might halt his advance into the abyss.

     Body lurching forward, both lavender hues blacked out as he anticipated his plundge into the dark and darker below.

[stella-vinctum]

Deep Ass Starters.

Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!

"What's holding you back?"

"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."

"Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"

"Let me in sometime!"

"It's not that easy, you know."

"Help me understand."

"It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."

"Why are you always so cold?"

"Why are you always so happy?"

"Are you really happy now?"

"Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"

"What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"

"Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"

"It's a problem, I get it."

"This is all kinds of messed up."

"That's not exactly a good coping method."

"So what happened, with your parents, really?"

"What was your childhood like?"

"Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."

"You were bullied? What for?"

"Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."

"You can't just run away all the time."

"You can't just hide all the time."

"Are you still thinking about them?"

"I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."

"Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"

"How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"

"You never talk about it, why?"

"How come you're so different around them?"

"It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."

"You seem so perfect. I don't get it."

"What was your ex like?"

"I don't think I was ever good enough for them."

"Are you not comfortable being intimate?"

"Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"

"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."

"Are you scared of being hurt?"

"Have you ever been taken advantage of?"

"Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"

"I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."

"You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"

"You use people to make yourself feel better."

"I'm scared of being used again..."

"Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."

"How long has it been since you lost them?"

"You're too attached."

"I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."

"Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."

"Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"