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[torchobsessedalien]

into the west

“It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end… because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened?”

aka; my very long and overdo farewell

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[torchobsessedalien]

into the west

“It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end… because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened?”

aka; my very long and overdo farewell

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[torchobsessedalien]

into the west

“It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end… because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened?”

aka; my very long and overdo farewell

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[torchobsessedalien]

into the west

“It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end… because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened?”

aka; my very long and overdo farewell

Normally I like to fade into the nothingness when I leave RP communities to avoid awkward goodbyes and to avoid seeming overdramatic but the yogs rp community means so much to me that I can’t just disappear. From start to finish my experience here has been nothing short of exceptionally creative, welcoming and a positive place for me to really explore my writing and character building.

I know most of the old guard is gone or we fell out of contact but I was to stress how unbelievably amazing it was to come back and find new muns and characters and storylines. The first few months of my blog, especially with Siren and Ace, were some of the best roleplaying experiences of my life.

The community is fresh and functioning and there’s not a lot of drama that came to fruition and I am just utterly content at how well my experience as a muse and writer went. It was a healthy place for me to explore beyond canon interpretations of characters.

I can’t begin to explain just how much everyone meant to me. Thank you all, especially Team Space Nerds (<3) for being my home away from home and for helping Xephos grow into the tall space prince he was always meant to me.

I wish you all the best of days and all my love.

-Brodie

But in the end, it’s only a passing thing… this shadow. Even darkness must pass.

[torchobsessedalien]

dancing under the skies

[intelligenceisalock-blog]

♝ - The spot of lack of reaction had something bad tipping up his spine, for he began to feel he had spoken wrong, and seemed more than content to attempt to manage to disregard what he said, and apologize. The word was not exactly common, nor loved among the mentally stable or happier beings. It was more than likely he simply consulted the wrong person, but an apology from an end that was not his held his attention once more. 

With eyes returning the sight, now sharing concern and worry, allowed themselves to give away what currently ran through his veins, and pulsated in his mind. He should have asked before speaking as he had;  “Hm? No, no, I understand. I could work with machines as well as I do people, I suppose - but I take care of those who think or are mentally unstable, and work through their problems via actions and words. There is always the occasional phobia, but that takes much longer.” 

William nodded, seeming to loose himself in the little galaxies of the spaceman’s eyes for a moment. He only apologized when one of his steps were cut short, along with a small, goofier smile,  “Sorry friend, I just have an appreciation for people’s eyes and their patterns.” 

[torchobsessedalien]

Xephos relaxed at the explanation, shaking his head at his own assumptions. “It just sounded a lot worse without context I suppose. I hope you don’t mind that I jumped to some conclusions.”

His sheepish smile turned to worry when Will missed a beat and he pulled his hand away to catch his elbow to steady him for a moment. “Are you alright?” But the words died in his mouth when Will spoke again.

Cheeks lighting up in a blue flush, Xephos let out a little laugh, shaking his head. “Oh- well- that’s very flattering? Yes, flattering.” He brushed fingers under his eyes, shouldering hunching up near his ears. “I haven’t been talked to like that in quite some time!”

[torchobsessedalien]

dancing under the skies

[intelligenceisalock-blog]

♝ - Oh how that beam brought reassurance to his hues, perhaps mistaken for a softer sense of pity in someone’s eyes - but alas, he was perfectly content, and very little could get in the way to stop it. Naturally it took time for the spaceman to adjust, or simply grow into his own figure. Regardless, everything seemed to flow perfectly smoothly, for everything seemed something close to perfect. 

“Ah, consider it merely my personal opinion, for that matter.” That ever so glorious beam had the solutionist slipping his view over towards their surroundings, only to disregard it in a matter of seconds, when Xephos spoke once more. It was not that the blue shades were intimidating - it was just so - ..cute. 

“Well - for one - it’s a constant. Not much changes over the course of my many days, unless there are tasks that need to be done.. Then there is the difference is patients, and the late night calls.. Many late night calls of reassurance, and reminding those they are loved. But yet, I have never had a patient of mine successfully commit ..you know, suicide.”

[torchobsessedalien]

A shiver ran down Xephos’ spine at the word. Suicide. It hung over him for a moment, casting his gaze out into nothing, thoughts roiling around in his mind. His body, knowing the steps too well, didn’t miss a beat of the silent song he and Strife had seemed to agree upon.

Furrow still between his brows he fixed his eyes back onto Strife’s, searching for something now. “Forgive me, I... I thought perhaps you were just a mechanistic of some kind but now, I, er.” His breath came out in a heavy gusting sigh.

“What exactly do you mean by patients?”

[torchobsessedalien]

[ i am ready to catch up on some Sweet Threads uwu ]

[bearded-dwarf]

roleswap

[bearded-dwarf]

Having to squint through the bright flame, Honeydew noticed the figure before him was taller, much more so than him, and dressed in something that could probably be rags when held up to the fancy material he had covering his waist and shoulders.

A dwarf? Is that what I am? He kept the smile on, brown eyes glittering up at the man. “I’m pretty sure I do live here! Or did- one or the other. Not sure where at, to be honest here. I don’t recall eating rocks either, but I’d have to get back to you on that.”

“You’re burnin’ with questions, aren’t ya? Where’d you come from, Xe-ff-ose?”

[torchobsessedalien]

Xephos found himself smiling at the strange way the dwarf had of speaking. It was unique and definitely what he imagined dwarves must’ve sounded like. He eagerly returned the smile, putting the torch between them and sitting down so he was eye level with the dwarf.

“I come from up there,” Xephos said, pointing out of the cave and towards the starry night sky, “a planet called Aman, but I’ve been exploring for years now. Minecraftia is a very... Unique place.”

He pulled his pack close, starting to sort through it and remove some food. “Are you hungry? Or is that one too many burning questions?” He asked, keeping his voice teasing. No need to fight this mysterious dwarf in his oddly fine garments.

[torchobsessedalien]

redeyesbluesky

“O-Oh gosh I’m staring again, I’m sorry.” He said, looking down. A light blush spreading through his cheeks. With a sigh, he shook his head.

“My eyes w-were changed a few years ago… Along with a lot of things… Unwillingly.”

Crimson now struggled not to cry at the bad memories, it wasn’t often that people asked about his eyes. The left blue eye was weak, needing prescription glasses badly, whereas the right red eye was blind, but magic wise, it saw souls.

Xephos quickly waved both his hands. “I don’t mind! It was just a little odd, usually I’m travelling with a dwarf and he tends to get stared at more often than I do,” he said, scrubbing the back of his neck from nerves.

Watching the teen’s demeanor change from interested to downcast to near-tears Xephos fidgeted with his sleeve. It would be rather impolite to ask questions but surely if he brought it up the subject was perhaps alright to follow up on?

Placing a hand on Crimson’s shoulder Xephos smiled gently. “Would you like to sit for a moment? I didn’t mean to upset you at all. It’s just... Your eyes are very unique.”

[torchobsessedalien]

delivery - UMY

The shop had been quiet for most of the day, a few readings here and there, someone picking up their monthly star chart, and Honeydew dropping off lunch with tea and a sandwich before setting off again. It was a nice peace and quiet and Xephos found himself catching up on older charts and star movements, dozing slightly in the warm interior of the shop.

When the door swung open, little bells tinkling above it and the shelves of the store rattling slightly, it woke Xephos from his stupor. He sat up, closing one of his books and beginning to fold a map of the cosmos up as he observed the newcomer.

At first he thought it might be a patron but upon closer inspection he knew he’d seen the man around before. Wracking his brain, the folding of the massive black wings reminded him and he sat up more excitedly.

“You must be from Kirin!” He said excitedly, waving the man to the desk, “I’ve seen you around his shop before, have you brought me my delivery? The backstaff?”

[torchobsessedalien]

dancing under the skies

intelligenceisalock

♝ - “Please, feel free to do as you please - I just presumed it had been a while, and the like..” He hummed and trailed off, now gazing rather comfortably down towards the spaceman’s hues, seeing it was to be something refreshing. William would pull nothing that was extraordinarily complex, perhaps keep to a simple box, and build on there, or have a little bit of traveling in smaller circles to get some motion into play.

“Ah, but the honest truth can be better than some lacy lie.” He shrugged and began by taking a step to the side - beginning with a short box. His frame seemed to be excellent, and he was rather in control of what was happening - with a short smile and small spark that could express just how content he was with the moment.

“Envy? Well, perhaps I could lead you through the life I live..”

Xephos took a moment to fall into the correct steps, following Will’s lead quite easily and a smile coming to his face. After watching their feet for a moment, his body remembering the moves better than his mind could, he finally looked back up at Will, beaming.

“The truth always does have a certain appeal but a wonderful lie can be inviting in its own way!” He said, his own dancing much more relaxed and fluid, content to let Will lead and focus instead on the conversation. Even now he could feel Strife relaxing and Xephos considered that in itself a victory.

“But please,” he said, head tilting slightly, “I’d love to hear about a day in the life of Strife, CEO extraordinaire. I’m sure it’s much more thrilling and successful that my own.”

[skybxrn]

Lysander gave a nod of understanding, then gave a silent huff.

“I’ve just been getting stressed over alot of things. Soaks into my dreams sometimes, even brings back memories I thought I forgot.”  He gave a slight grin and shifted his stance slightly

“I’ve gone through enough to know to brush it all off, of course.” It wasn’t the full truth, as somethings, like fire and loud noises, always bugged him and immediately brought back memories that would cause panic often. Other than the few things, he did manage to ignore most of it..

[torchobsessedalien]

Xephos quirked his head, leaning against one of the railings that kept them safe from falling off the edge as he listened to the skylord. Having bad dreams was something Xephos himself was familiar with and his heart ached to hear his friend having similar problems.

“Well, brushing things off usually work if they’re minor,” Xephos said gently, “but for this is sounds a little more serious. What have your dreams been about? It isn’t the Sands, is it?”

[sjiin-blog]

Now this guy- Sjin was already starting to like him. Xephos knew how to play along and that had just made him smile like a cheshire cat. Maybe he’ll actually enjoy this strangers company for longer then what he hoped. Sjin was easily bored, but for the moment he was plenty intrigued. “Don’t mind if I do.” He hummed gleefully as he hopped onto the seat.

He swung left and right briefly like a little kid with their feet dangling off the side before resting his elbow onto the bar top to watch the other curiously. His head resting in his held up hand as he leaned in close, chewing on his bottom lip in thought as he heard the doubt in the others voice. “So what’s the deal with you then? Did you piss the wrong people off?” Sjin questioned without mercy, directly and with no shame. He was never the one to beat around the bush when his interest was peaked.

[torchobsessedalien]

As Sjin sat and swung side to side Xephos raised a hand to catch Minty’s attention, ordering some of her house beer and a water for himself. No sense drinking himself into a stupor right when he was meeting someone new.

“Oh I didn’t really...” He laughed nervous at the blunt question, scrubbing a hand through his hair and offering a hearthearted shrug. “It was mostly a misunderstanding. I was asking if they were looking for some late night work and I did mean working at night on a spaceship but I... Believe my meaning got a little muddled.”

His cheeks blossomed with a blue glow as the implications of his words hit him. “Honestly it’s good you showed up when you did I was digging myself further into the pit with each word.”

[sycamoreleaf]

To celebrate the old “thank god the project is over” moment, I took to the therapeutic qualities of drawing Varda’s hair, and since beguilingblackness suggested a stars and space scene why not have everyone’s favorite Queen of the Stars work on her craft of star-making?

[captainhowell]

Melkor <3

Night doodle.

I’ve got to paint this world red. ©

[melkorwashere]

Melkor & his Hair Trends <3

I can imagine how he runs his fingers through his hair and say “Bitch,I’m fabulous’‘ 

[artisteoelf]

“…Melkor abased himself at the feet of Manwë and sued for pardon…. Then Manwë granted him pardon”.

CHAPTER 6: OF FËANOR AND THE UNCHAINING OF MELKOR

This moment just touched my heart.

[mr-solutions-blog]

Not before before?

“Can’t be. It can’t be.” He nearly flinched away from the hands on him, not wanting to believe they’re there in the first place because it’s so familiar. He couldn’t give into this, could he? Strife wasn’t crazy these days. He wasn’t.

Still, he allowed himself to be guided out of the bar - if only because the single rational part of him left realized having hallucinations and/or panic attacks in public would be bad for his image.

All but stumbling outside, Will took a few deep and shaky breaths to keep himself calm. Trying to think more clearly now - clearly? With his very much dead soulmate here, walking, talking, breathing? - he clenched his fists so they would stop shaking and slowly turned to look at Xephos.

Taking another deep breath, he forced himself to speak, knowing he couldn’t get answers from standing here and breaking down. “I- I can’t- Elendil?” He asked in an strangely small voice, an almost embarrassingly pleading note in his voice, “Xeph- Xephos?”

He reached out a hesitant hand, carefully setting it on Xephos’ shoulder like he was made of glass and would break any moment, trying his best to believe there’s someone real standing in front of him. Maybe he just didn’t- didn’t understand.

Will cleared his throat, trying to find the right words, one’s his Xephos would have to recognize. “Is it you? Just- please, prince. Please, tell me it’s you.” He said quietly, piecing together words in an old dead language he hadn’t had to use in decades.

[torchobsessedalien]

Once outside Xephos couldn’t help but angle them so he could see the stars. It would be a shame to stand out here with a new friend in a panic and not get to enjoy the twinkling night sky. It was also a chance to let Strife recover without Xephos staring and he knew privacy was always valuable when someone's hands were shaking like that.

About to point out a particularly beautiful star Xephos’ pointed ear twitched at the quiver in Strife’s voice and that word. Elendil. It tugged at something in his heart and his hand pressed over his jacket, over the scar, over the slow thrum in his chest.

Elendil. It was a word that spoke of another time and another place and stars in new orders and shapes. Xephos felt the word curl around his throat, sink into his bones and felt his fingers shake over the fabric of his jacket. It felt familiar and unknown all at once.

He snapped out of the trance when Strife’s hand fell onto his shoulder, making him jump slightly. “Oh sorry-” he started but the words faded as William continued to speak in that strange language.

His head quirked to the side, as though the change in direction would help the tongue gain meaning but it did not. His eyebrows pulled together and the hand on his chest moved to his brow as his head began to pound.

“Forgive me,” he said, sinking down onto a bench outside the door, closing his eyes. The words chased each other around his head and twisted in and out of each other, trying to make themselves known to the part of him still locked away. “I don’t know what you’re... saying but it’s rather funny?”

He laughed weakly, hand still curled at his brow, smiling up at Strife. “They sound familiar. Like... Honeydew sings a song from the Deep. It’s a song of goodbye and I don’t know dwarven but I understand- the feeling behind it. And those words you spoke they feel like... What I suppose a home feels like. Does that make sense?”