#I think I’m cooked

[cartoonguy08]

Uh…guys?

He’s here….

Why is he- why is he here?

WHY IS HE HERE??!!

[collectingsorrows444]

Atlas’s Audio File 01: Vienna

Operation Ichor Au! By @slumbrr-r

Lore drop for you guys 😼

(This is a tale told by Atlas Moss, sibling of Kiran Moss, about Vienna. There will be repeated parts and missing pieces because this is from Atlas’s perspective and their retelling of the story.)

I remember hearing a heart beating, a warmth being pressed against me.

I could hear what they were saying, but I couldn’t make it out.

My sister, I heard her voice first.

She spoke so softly, maybe to me, but it felt like light in my vision of darkness.

She told me my name. Atlas, she told me.

My brother, I heard him make a hum, but I could only imagine it through the movement around me. He was so loud that the silence of this darkness shattered.

Mothers and Fathers weren’t a thing for us.

I think the closest I’ve gotten to a Mother is my older sister, Kiran.

I think the closest I’ve gotten to a Father was my older brother, Vienna.

I remember her holding my hand and pressing hers against the palm of it, or even sometimes above my heart on my chest.

I’ve grown to recognize them as signing, the way her hands hesitated and curled, or how quickly they engraved themselves into my mind.

I remember tracing her face. She had the same round eyes as I do, but more narrow, and her hair was puffy and neat. She had bumps underneath her eyes.

She would always tell me to never worry.

That she had everything under control.

She would be able to make it better for all of us.

I would always laugh though, telling her she worried too much and everything was okay. She would be exasperated with me in the end.

I like my sister. She’s just a worrywart, that’s all.

I was her voice, and she was my eyes.

My brother, Vienna, would make a few syllables out, sounding like a harmony rather than a melody. Sometimes he would grasp onto my shoulders and try to spook me. Sometimes I’d let him. Sometimes I get distracted and he actually spooked me himself.

I remember tracing his face as well, how his eyes were sharper than ours. He had no bumps underneath them. His hair was all messy and curly.

He did the same that Kiran did to me, signing against my hands. His was more confident, I could tell. He took his time and didn’t stutter in movement, his heart was a little slower.

I liked him. He was spunky.

He was my eyes, and I was his ears.

I remember his heart beginning to get faster and the slower when we got to safety.

I remember hearing Kiran sulking around our shared room after getting in trouble on her first day working— setting part of the production sector on fire because she didn’t realize that she was light sensitive.

She was kind of funny that day, but I could tell how much this opportunity meant to her.

I remember Vienna excitedly telling me about how he made it through the exams and into a strike team.

I want to be part of a strike team. It sounds so fun.

I remember how Kiran lulled me to bed like she always did, a ukulele in hand and her rubbing my back. She had the most soothing voice, I think she should talk more, but she kind of gets shy in public. I can’t really tell her that.

I remember rushing to greet Vienna after he came back from his first mission.

He picked me up and spun me around, and our laughter twisted and turned into one.

He made it back, he truly did.

That night was a good night.

Me, Kiran, and Vienna celebrated it with a small cake: another successful day.

He would tell us what happened, using my hands against his fingers so I would be able to hear his story.

I remember Kiran being so shocked and worried, but there was nothing to worry about.

Vienna made it through his first mission, I knew he was going to do amazing in any future ones.

He came back every time without fail, and it was the same routine.

I’d come to greet him when I heard his team came back.

He’d pick me up and squeeze me, and I would giggle and try to get away from his tight embrace. Then he would spin us both around, and one of his teammates would have to stop us both before we got dizzy.

His heart was always beating so fast from adrenaline.

One day, I remember rushing to greet him.

I remember hearing a heart beating, a warmth ceasing.

There was a big breath that he heaved, and he stalked his way over to me.

I remember hearing Vienna’s body collapse.

I remember hearing everyone’s silence.

Silence never felt louder than ever before.

I remember the way his body dropped to the ground, the sudden addition of weight applied to the grounds we stood on.

The air felt thick, and his heart slowed.

I remember his body collapsing on the ground.

The winter was consuming him from the inside out.

His warmth was being taken over by the winter.

I remember hearing Vienna’s body collapse.

I remember hearing his heart slow down.

I remember hearing his breathing stuttering and start to cease.

Then there was the loudness.

Unknown hands— most likely his teammates— started pulling at me and my own hands, trying to take me away from my brother.

The silence was loud, but loud was silent now.

I froze. I didn’t know where these hands were taking me, I feel them dragging me back backwards and trying to not let me witness the scene like I haven’t already.

His heart rate.

Slowed.

His breathing.

Ceased.

I remember hearing Kiran’s cries and the whispers of worries and reassurance at once.

I remember hearing the beeping that echoed in the room.

I wasn’t sure why they needed it to track his heart rate. I could hear it just fine. I was certain they could too.

Kiran was squeezing me, trying to ask me what happened but she was too scared to speak properly or even sign.

One of the medic team members had to inform us that Vienna had fallen ill with something.

I’ve forgotten the name of the disease.

‘It should pass with time,’ they told us.

‘He will make a full recovery, but for now, he might have to stop doing missions until then.’

I remember Vienna collapsing every time he tried to stubbornly to get up.

I remember Kiran always scolding him, and he would sign it all into my hand so I could be included in the mess.

It was pretty funny.

It was funny then.

When Vienna got better, he started easing himself up back into missions.

He was so ecstatic to get back into action.

I remember hearing the material of his shawl, he called it, swinging over his back, covering his wings.

His wings weren’t ever dried properly when he was young, Kiran had told me.

So he would be as flightless as us both.

I remember tracing his face again. He had these lumps underneath his eyes that wasn’t there before, the same ones as Kiran.

But something was wrong.

The winter was still there.

It was lingering.

It was dormant.

It was still.

It was waiting.

I remember his heart rate being slower than normal.

I remember his heart rate being higher than normal.

I remember him collapsing to the ground all those weeks ago.

The winter was still there.

I remember his warmth decreasing each time he came back

And suddenly Kiran’s cold hands were warmer than his.

The winter was consuming him from the inside out.

His warmth was being taken over by the winter.

I remember his movements growing more sluggish as he talked to me.

Day by day, he slowly began to stop talking to us.

It went from short phrases, to one word, to none at all.

His state was getting worse, and they had to retire him early.

He had to babysit me since that.

I was sure he’d gotten bored.

I would be too if someone had told me to stay in a room all day.

I needed to move, and I wanted to run around.

I snuck him outside our room and he watched me run around the premises of a short distance.

That’s when he finally choked out a laugh.

I missed it so much.

I remember his harmony, a counter-melody to Kiran’s.

He slowly pushed himself up and made his way over to me with staggering steps.

He held my hands, letting me trace his face and then said,

I love you, sister.

Remember the face of your brother.

I will see you again some day.

And then he shoved me.

I remember hearing Vienna’s body collapse.

I remember hearing his heart slow down.

I remember hearing his breathing stuttering and start to cease.

Then there was the loudness.

The winter breached and cracked through so loudly

I was sure It was going to make It’s way over to me.

But Vienna was still there, his heart was still beating.

He coughed, and started to push himself farther away from me.

I remember hearing a guttural scream.

Did we moths had the ability to scream that loudly?

I remember hearing his heart stop.

I remember hearing the winter stop moving within him.

The winter was gone.

My brother was gone.

Vienna was gone.

‘When will you realize?

Vienna waits for you.’

- Vienna - Billy Joel

[airy-was-heree]

Chat help I think I’ve developed either a Clukr or Oren flicktype and I don’t know which one

[certainlyathrill]

why is paul mccartney maria von trapp from sound of music coded, chat am i cooked?

[lotus-pear]

free will is drawing ur two favorite characters together and making them gay

[daisukes-adventures]

I’m so nervous, he’s on his phone while prepping the needle…�� uhm….

Getting sugar shot into my veins, will update after 👍👍

[puhpandas]

HAPPY 3RD BIRTHDAY SECURITY BREACH!!!!

[labyrinthinehallow]

I saw a post somewhere here of someone asking why Sniper smiles funny, and I’ve realized that I’m either really late to the party (likely) or that the answer hasn’t been mentioned yet (less likely). I’m willing to sound stupid if I’m stating the obvious, but if not, the answer is simple really:

He has an underbite.

That’s it. That’s all. That’s the post.

It’s just the angle you see him smiling at because of his underbite. In a lot of the art analysis pics I see of people describing how they draw him (he’s drawn very well btw good job art community!) nobody seems to bring this up so I wanted my erm actually moment. I’ve stared at his model a little too long I needed to get it out of my system

[care666bear]

[qualityrain]

hmmmmmmmm something doesn’t look right

@aphantomdweeb I’m sorry ur not exempt from my twewy propaganda in my defence there’s actual shuake here

[doctorsiren]

Stardew Valley needs some legal assistance!

WIP versions under the cut!

[heynhay]

merry Christmas klancers 🎅

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

A story told in pictures:

✨ I love this cast so much 🐉

and @toodrunktofindaurl (thank you to the person who reminded me of her URL! I had her insta tagged here before bc I couldn’t for the life of me remember her url.)

(also honourable mention to Yellowjackets’ Jane Widdop)

[mossy-paws]

PHIGHTER 15! (PHIGHTING!)

Hi tumblr here’s your food for the time being LMAOOOO anyways I like him a lot,,,,, very cool dude,,, love that he has a fursona /silly /pos

anyways! Yeah! This took about 10 hours and I speedran it in like 2 days, was it healthy? Nah. Was it worth it? I would say so! I do like how it came out and it was nice since this is the first time I’ve drawn canines in like. 2 years LMAO

anyways fun closeups too:

[absha120420]

🎸 eyyyyyyyy band au rawrrr

[bird1e-painty]

uhhh so i got the haircut and it’s nice but the whole point was to look more masc

i feel more fem oh my god 😭

i think it looks similar but i think the way it was styled makes me look like a girl.. ITS OKAY THOUFH I’LL FIND A WAY!!

holy shitballs i’m actually gonna get the haircut i’ve been waiting for!!!

i’m a little nervous cause i technically haven’t been to an actual one in forever ( family gatherings and parties are gonna be hell and school in general oh my god)