#Spirit isles

[spinningbagel]

Feels like I've yapped about this one too many times already (in the discord server, I've literally said nothing about it here) but like,,, it's such a fun thing to talk about,,,

Anyways, said topic is that One is a terrible, terrible person. I mean, sure it's obvious given the whole 'war criminal' thing he's got going on but like. Still. He's horrible actually 😭. Given, the things he did weren't fully on purpose- but that's not an excuse!!!! His actions and the things he did/does can't be excused because of that!!! One has killed and traumatised so, so many people. The punishment he got was light!! Light people!!! Being locked up was the tamest of punishments he could've gotten- he probably should've been executed if I'm honest!!!

And yes, he realises that what he did was terrible and makes an effort to redeem himself that doesn't really change the fact that the damage is done? Like, he can apologise all he likes but it's not going to fix what happened. And even then, when he's working on redeeming himself he'll still fuck up and he's like "oh lol sorry my bad" like AAAASRGEH shakes and rattles him around my fucking god dude.

I love him, truly I do but he's such a terrible person 💔

Anyways, my parting gift

[polarized-here]

It's my silly guy Blitzen Tinsel!!! @spinningbagel

He's so sillyyy!! (the name is Christmas themed—Halloween is my favorite holiday since it's so close to my birthday—oct. 27th. No I will not explain why he's got the name).

Lore for the silly guy under the cut:

(bagel lmk if anything wouldn't work so I can rewrite his backstory—and I mean im making him for your ocs/world so erm, he's like mine but with an asterisk*)

OKAY SO HIS SILLY LOREEE :))))))

He's got the horns of a Ram & the ears of a goat—I just think they're both neat animals—and the lore was made in like 5 minutes so pardon the messiness of it. But essentially she's just like that™ and I wanted to draw the ears of a goat, but I also like ram horns,,,,

Anyways their story :)))

He's a single child who grew up on a farm but when she got older they wanted to start learning to become a geologist—or some sort of Botanist. But his parents needed someone to tend to the farms as they were getting older. So they had to push those dreams to the side to help take care of their parents & their farm. But their parents were very sad that he can't live out his dreams—so they make sure to buy him all sorts of biology, geology, botany, and on occasion—mathematics books.

She loves all the books she recives!

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Another thing I wanted to mention—she's very calm/tired/laid back from farming all day—but they used to be very different when he was younger. They were like the ram with the largest horns type of deal (not the strongest)—and would headbutt anyone who bothered them—still being at the age to not understand that headbutting people isn't nice.

At some point someone she knew as a friend was just a bit too forceful when they took a toy—or had just been a bit too rough with them—and they headbutted their friend—another ram.

Blitzen's ram horns weren't strong—he was still pretty young at the time compared to their friend, who was a couple of years older than him. And Blitzen would headbutt other people—but they were weak attempts—this time Blitzen was aiming to really make them shove it.

Blitzen's horns broke off—the both of them, and it was an ugly mess—Blitzen didn't stop attempting to headbutt their friend until an adult stopped her. Only then did Blitzen realize what they were doing & how they shouldn't have done that.

They stopped headbutting people and changed—they wanted to be nicer—because people would often call them rude. So now they wanted to stop all of that—being mean and hurting people, because at some point it would hurt them—and they didn't like being hurt—especially since blood stained their hair and the headbutting broke their horns—meaning they had to wear bandages for a couple of days to stop the bleeding—which was pretty uncomfortable to Blitzen.

Along with the change in weight—having horns, then suddenly not would be an experience for anyone.

So they began to work on their parent's farm—or do any sort of activities to keep themselves distracted since they always get so pent up with energy.

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They can't even really remember why—it's been so long—but they don't like being mad.

[jenakaine]

Sevika

[anistarrose]

the owl house has some diabolical parallels via framing of scenes but none make me cry more than plant glyph dead dad vs. light glyph dead dad. what if i was never normal about luz and her dead dads (both biological and non-biological) again

[ID from alt:

Luz drawing a plant glyph in Reaching Out

Luz and Amity watching as they send the flowers into the air with a balloon

Luz touching an inert light glyph in Watching and Dreaming

Luz watching with a tearful smile as she releases the light glyph into the wind. The scene has the exact same framing as the scene in Reaching Out.

End ID.]

[gatopidao]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    ⠀ 𓊆 gatos vadios𓊇 

[coatl-cuddles]

New Eden friend :)

[sleepyniutsauce]

[soysaucepastry]

CANON SKY FAMILIES

NOTE: these are not headcanons

(IMAGES ONLY)

[ink-drenched-art]

A little thing I did to take a break.

I also wanted to try out if I could draw this kind of stuff and surprisingly it worked.

Daleth is now a certified Disney princess simply because I couldn’t choose what pose to draw and made them both in the end.

[leaf-in-a-flower-garden]

I had to

[pathological-runaway]

“Isle? But it’s so… empty.” You spend the next three hours wandering aimlessly across the sand dunes looking for anything that could make anyone prefer Isle to Prairie or Valley or even Wasteland. You get liking a place for its beauty or for its charm, and you almost understand enjoying it because of danger. But liking something that’s so empty, just sand and broken boats? It’s beyond your comprehension. The mystery of loving Isle of Dawn doesn’t leave your mind for days, yet, despite all your efforts, you don’t see what’s so special about the lifeless desert.

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“You alright?” they ask, sitting down on a bench. It’s nice to finally have a chance to talk to them.

“Yeah. Thanks for helping me.”

“You’re welcome!”

A pause. You should say something. You really should. But what?

“What’s your favourite realm?” you ask because you don't know any other way to keep a conversation going.

“Isle of Dawn.”

You’re confused.

“Isle? But it’s so… empty.”

They shrug.

“A little. But it’s nice.”

You spend the next three hours wandering aimlessly across the sand dunes looking for anything that could make anyone prefer Isle to Prairie or Valley or even Wasteland. You get liking a place for its beauty or for its charm, and you almost understand enjoying it because of danger. But liking something that’s so empty, just sand and broken boats? It’s beyond your comprehension.

Sure, the sunrise looks nice, but there’s not much to it, especially after you’ve seen it a couple of times.

You return to the village, confused.

***

The mystery of loving Isle of Dawn doesn’t leave your mind for days, yet, despite all your efforts, you don’t see what’s so special about the lifeless desert.

***

“What’s up, little one? You seem down. Is everything alright?”

You sip your juice sadly.

“Thanks, Candlemaker, I’m fine. I’m just thinking.”

The spirit sits down next to you, a radiant smile on their face. They’re kind and warm and it makes you a little sad for some reason. It would be nice to have someone this kind by your side all the time. But they’re a spirit, they stay in Aviary and never travel anywhere other than the starry sky. They have a family there, you recall. A partner and a child.

Their child is lucky to have a parent like them.

“Anything I can help you with?” they ask.

“I don’t know. About a week ago, someone told me their favourite place was Isle, but I don’t understand why. There’s nothing there but sand.”

Pointing Candlemaker thinks for a while, tapping their fingers on the counter.

“Well, Isle hasn’t always been like this, you know.”

For some reason, you've never thought of this. It’s easy to picture Prairie with all the buildings intact, or Valley in its past glory. Even Wasteland keeps traces of what was there before the world ended.

But Isle?

“It wasn’t?” you ask incredulously.

Candlemaker shifts in their seat to get more comfortable.

“Oh, you would’ve loved what it looked like before…” they start, and it seems that they’re never going to stop.

You listen to them carefully for an entire hour until you fall asleep to the rhythm of their voice.

You dream of starry nights and flowers and lying in soft grass.

***

You visit Isle again the day after. It's still empty, but if you look closely, your imagination paints a picture over the empty hills.

You see grass, just like that growing near the Temple. You see flowers — they’re neither big nor very bright, but their soft hues are beautiful, and you never expected this beauty to be hidden right here. You feel a cool summer breeze coming from the endless sea and hear a tinkle of bells in the distance.

You still think Isle is empty, but it’s good to know there’s more to it than you previously thought.

***

You’re lying in the grass on the roof of the Nesting shop, trying to discern a constellation in the sky. It’s tricky.

“Looking at the stars?” you hear a voice and sit up.

“Yeah…” you reply shyly.

“Is it alright if I join?” they ask, their eyes shining.

“It is. But, uhm… I think I’m bad at this,” you confess, fidgeting with your hands, “I haven’t found a single constellation yet.”

“Oh, it’s OK! I could show you if you want! It took me a while to learn to notice them, too.”

The smile on their face is so big you start smiling as well.

“Thank you. It would be great.”

You both lie down and study the stars. After some time, you ask:

“Stargazer, can you tell me about Isle?”

And they do.

You listen attentively and when you return to your nest, you think of vast seas and shooting stars and sitting quietly at the shore.

***

You go to Isle again and sit down on a stone, contemplating the ocean. When you close your eyes, you can picture a landscape so pretty you wish you could stay there forever.

You see waves kissing the sand on the coast. You hear birds singing nearby and a child laughing by your side. You imagine them playing with small rocks and building a tower. You feel a chilly wind coming from behind you as the sun goes down.

When you open your eyes, Isle is so painfully empty you consider never returning.

***

“Wow, that looks heavy! Mind if I help?”

You nod, and the spirit takes half of the boxes.

“Thanks, Voyager,” you breathe out.

“No problems, mate. Where are you taking all this stuff?”

“Harmony Hall. Frantic Stagehand asked me to collect all the instruments from the Concert Hall to get them checked. I guess I overestimated my muscles,” you add as your whole body screams at you.

“No worries kid, it happens. Let’s get going before you get arthritis or something.”

You start arguing that it isn’t actually how you get arthritis and that you’re too young anyway, and they laugh.

“I know, I know. Just kidding. Don't take it too seriously. Come on, no dawdling!”

When all the boxes are in their place, you don’t want to say goodbye just yet.

“Voyager, do you have anything nice to tell me about Isle of Dawn?”

They do. You sit down on the bench in the hall and listen to them talk, while some younger kids practice music clumsily in the background.

As you teach a little mothling how to hold the guitar correctly, you ponder on flying boats and birds and believing in a brighter future.

***

You come to Isle once again when you have time. You fly all the way to the Temple and look down at the desert. If you look closely, you notice things you’ve never paid attention to.

You see flying boats, big and majestic, carrying people to where you’re standing. You see kids playing, adults chatting, happy and enthusiastic and looking forward to arriving wherever they’re going. You hear birds chirping happily and guiding the travellers. The wind is rising. You see mantas flying — funny how you didn’t even know there were mantas in Isle.

There are no more.

A tear runs down your face. Isle is so empty now. So, so empty.

***

You sit by the bonfire with Passage Guide, Tumbling Troublemaker and a few mothlings. The marshmallows are tasty and the stories everyone’s telling are fun.

Oddball Outcast accidentally throws their ball into the fire, and everyone’s laughing while Passage Guide is indignant. You know they’re not actually angry.

You’re laughing along as you realise Isle has never been empty. You just couldn’t see it.

***

“I always get lost in these dunes,” your mothling says, frustrated.

“Don’t worry, you’ll memorise the path one day,” you pat them on the shoulder.

Have kids always been so small?

“I hope so. Thanks for guiding me.”

You smile at them.

“Oh, no problem! I like helping people out! The next one’s on the ledge.”

You land near the light and wait for the mothling to collect it.

“Do we have to do this every time?”

“Yes. It gets easier after a few tries though.”

They don’t look encouraged.

“Hey,” you say, getting down on one knee to look them in the face, “everyone moves at their own pace. It’s alright to learn things slowly. Stars, you can’t even imagine how lost I was at the beginning. I refused to leave Forest because I’d seen a red shard behind the Temple and though it was what Valley was like!”

You laugh, and the kid smiles.

“That’s silly.”

“Yeah. But it’s more fun this way, isn’t it?”

They think for some time.

“I suppose it is.”

And then,

“What’s your favourite realm?”

You can’t help but laugh again. Oh, what a mothling thing to ask!

They remind you of yourself, in a way. Young, innocent, and having no idea how to keep a conversation going.

“Isle of Dawn,” you reply after a bit.

They frown.

“Isle? But it’s so… empty.”

You smile and close your eyes.

“A little. But it’s nice.”

___

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[spinningbagel]

Spins and twirls around

[simpofhans]

That's why in my fanfic the Southern Isles have underground water tunnels... to connect Helsa again (and add Anders and Freya to some drama uhehehehhehe) ^^

because Southern Isles and Dark Sea/Ahtohallan/The Enchanted Forest are REALLY REALLY CLOSE TO EACH OTHER.

[checkadii]

mfs do anything but finish their wips . like startign another, for example

[inoipmcr]

" I am not your pet. I never liked you , I don't care about you , I won't wait for you. I bite. "

- Cassidy

"My friends think I like to fight, but it's just not true. Sometimes, I lose my temper and blow off a little steam, but I never enjoy it. I'm not a violent dog. I don't know why I bite."

- The crying child

[ehlnofay]

I Walked Into The River

The Tree of Shades, fed by a spring deep in the Shivering Isles' underground, will not surrender its secrets to one who has not earned them. The erstwhile Hero of Kvatch and Sheogorath's current grudging Champion has little left to prove and even less to lose.

I wrote this piece for the summerfest prompt "mirror" and am posting the full thing for the free day! it's my take on the doppelganger bit of that one quest in the shivering isles, which always struck me as having a lot of unrealised potential (especially in conjunction with running themes of duality the questline already has). I've had this idea for a long time now and this event finally got me to actually write it out, which was a lot of fun! if you're inclined to check it out, please do - it would give me much joy :)