#ground ya know?

[stuck-in-jelly]

Cant stop thinking about how apparently Season 7 is going to be Ezran’s season and the slow and steady build up to a breaking point for him.

Ezran is in a weird delicate balance, walking across the tightrope of being a child and being a king. We see both sides equally, we see Ezran’s barely clinging childlike mannerisms and we also see him command and lead both with love and with force.

And he is equally regarded in this manner by the people around him, some addressing him more as a child then king and others more king then child.

“Who is this child?” “Such childish dreams.” “You deserve time to do kid things” “the whining child king.” vs “He is a King!” “Because you know-you’re the King.” “That is what King Ezran decided.” “I serve the true King.”

That is already a lot to try and balance, his wants versus his duty as a king but now that balance is being tested.

The weight of everything is starting to crash down. His stressful rule as a king in a time of insurrection and war, his own people pushing back against his ideals and attempts at progress, his citizens and home decimated by a dragon, his father’s murderer being freed by his own brother, and now the releasing of an ancient evil.

No one told him his father was dead, too worried to tell a child horrible news, and no one had told him the plan to bring Runaan back, hardly giving him a second thought.

The more I think about it the more my brain drifts to this section from the season 2 novelization:

“No. No, no no!!” Ezran shouted. He didn’t care if he sounded like a two-year old.

“Ezran. It’s going to be okay,” Rayla started to say.

That was about the dumbest thing anyone could possibly say, Ezran thought. Nothing was ever going to be okay again.

Just the moment Ezran fully reverts to being a small kid again, when he stops caring that he is acting like a child because he is a child because he is mad because its all hitting him at once and it isn’t fair.

I want to see how he takes it all

[silentsockfeet]

the fact that the vi vs jinx fight was foretold from the beginning. the fact that the opening credits ends with their fight immortalized in stone, so that every episode you watch is a reminder of the immutable truth of it. the fact that every moment is building to this, that the show will culminate in this. this was always going to happen, they told us this from the beginning, and nothing anyone could do will ever change that.

[geezmarty]

old married men at the family function

[tea-cat-arts]

So like, the Wens attacking Lotus Pier obviously wasn't wwx's fault and they had wanted to attack for a long time and were just waiting for an excuse, but also if I was trapped in a room with a hungry bear I'd probably also be mad at the dude who poked it with a stick

[strangegutz]

I'll be honest I've been so massively burnt out. I feel like all of my recent sculptures have sucked and I havent had any drive to sculpt. Making anything is a struggle. I feel a horrible guilt about it, every moment i don't spend making something to sell is a waste of money.

getting myself to focus on a drawing is also a struggle, and even when I am drawing I feel guilty that I'm not using that time making something i can sell. Not to mention the growing dread that Heartbreak Gulch will probably never become "a thing"

People tell me to take time off but I already have taken too much time off, drawing feels like a waste, and no other hobbies are bringing me any joy. Not to mention just garden variety dread, regret, and dysphoria creeping up my spine daily

tldr I'll Be Honest Kitten, Daddy Is Feeling Not So Good and thank you for being patient with me and also liking my OCs because they bring me joy.

[optimisticrunawaygalaxy]

Excuse the bad quality but hOLY shit

[nenoname]

honestly it's probably super obvious from my constant narrative parallels posts that i find dipper's similarities to stan so much more interesting than his ones with ford lmao

[threepoint14art]

Homesick

her hair is different here because she grew it out and dyed it once in latam

my muse (tried giving him the same clothes but i gave up on the shoes and just gave him sandals)

[vetteldixon]

personally one of my highlights of 2024

[aldisobey]

🕳️ WIP Wednesday (on Thurs) 🕳️

edit: full release on AO3

Tagged by @heylittleriotact

WELL this one was supposed to be released by now but I have had the absolute delight of needing to write confronting truths to the worst sorts of people. Menace is a way of life. I bring you this. I don’t know what to title it. Weeping Lizards? Sodden Hole? Muddy Salt? Help. I blame @emmg for its creation this is your fault. We’re in Hossberg and Emmrich is crying over a muddy hole that reminds him of Worne (Rook).

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“Now, please, I have to see to Emmrich, shoo. Everyone’s off.” Rook motioned it with a flick of his hands this time; well aware he might have better luck physically urging the ground below to trot on before budging the Qunari. Thankfully Taash needed no further encouragement and long strides were soon taking them past Emmrich. They paused at a shout from behind.

Rook, calling like a concerned parent, “And get something nice for Lace first!” Taash waved back, looked over their shoulder, regretted that once the Warden started mouthing further instructions, what was he saying? “Floooowers.” And he was pointing at himself, and at Emmrich and. Taash rolled their eyes. Took a moment to turn and mouth back an exaggerated but silent, “Nooooo.”

Rook flipped them off, they sent two back. Rook’s eyes went wide, and he pointed a stiff finger at them. Taash groaned and rolled their head full round. Mouthed a “Fiiiiine.” And finally disappeared down the path back to Lavendell.

The Warden quickened his step. Emmrich hadn’t moved in the time it took to send Taash away for errands. The mage remained locked in place, red and wet faced, staring long at a muddy hole.

Rook didn’t question it, did his best to not startle him, that hazel gaze was far, far away. “Emmrich.”The hushed tone was followed by a soft touch. Fingers entered at waist, trailed up the spine until they went up to hold that opposite shoulder steady, gave a firm grip, a gentle pull towards the rogue. The necromancer was trembling, Rook eased into a shape that fit close, that first touch a needle of first stitch, and like thread he pulled them flush together.

Emmrich didn’t startle, seemed to expect him, subtle movements meeting Rook as he settled into the Warden’s hands finding their way to their places. Still, he kept a bit tense, hands tight together in front. White knuckled as he spoke sniffing,

“Rook. Darling, it’s…look, I…” and then Emmrich laughed, piercingly loud, a wincing crack that made Rook flinch to a confused smile. But the noise was manic prelude, and it was swallowed in the sob that drove it free. The mage’s eyes welled, wet trails provided easy paths for fresh tears as flood resumed. He turned his head down and into Rook, lips quivering to recall words. Shine on his face wrenching the rogue’s gut, Rook listened, attentive as possible, but the necromancer’s trembling smile stretched the sounds.

Emmrich’s hands unclenched from each other and dove round Rook in a desperate clinging embrace. The Warden answered with whispered soft ‘shhhh’s’ and diligently caressed the tall man’s back. They held there for long moments, Rook bearing their weight as the quivering necromancer eased into fewer wails and more whimpers.

Blubbering, mumbling, further shuddering chuckles, but eventually, helped by Rook’s firm embrace, calming touch, and steady pace of lungs, the breaths came even enough for thoughts. Emmrich squeaked out, “...it reminded me of you.”

He gestured towards the filthy hole. And then a lizard popped its head out. Mud obscured its sight, some kind of weed stuck to its chin, and its big dumb face was wide, letting nary a thought bother its whim. Emmrich snorted. Then started weeping again.

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tagging: @caffeinatedmunchkin @thepalehorsevictoria @ollypopwrites (look I know you’ve likely been tagged but this is me saying tag me on all your writing updates because imma miss it if you don’t I’m staying away from this place as much as possible to write. Sincerely haha I’ll catch up on commenting when I caaaaan because holy shit all the writing is so good. I’m forgetting people TAG ME I need to post or imma edit the whole thing again.)

[altocat]

Old Man Seph au. Sephiroth outliving all his tormentors and still being stuck with Shinra. I don't know how I feel about that.

Sephiroth still physically gorgeous, still physically formidable in battle. But too old and mentally exhausted to adapt to a changing world. He'll be a hundred next week, stuck in the same set of circumstances that birthed him, forbidden from retiring since he's still capable of fighting. His friends are gone. His life has stretched out far beyond its limit thanks to the Jenova cells and he still has eternity waiting for him.

President Shinra is dead. But more importantly HOJO is dead. And while Sephiroth is glad for that, he's also completely directionless now. Hojo was the only person he ever truly wanted to kill.

And Hojo was the only thing he had.

He fights. He's worshipped by the public. He goes through the motions for another fifty or sixty years, fully aware that something about himself was NEVER normal just as much as it was never allowed to be free. Just as he was never allowed to be a child. And he never will be one ever again--he'll just continue. Endure. Stretch himself even longer, fill the wasted years with the unhappy bitterness of his continued existence.

He's tired.

He wants his mother.

He wants to go home.

But this IS home. The only one he's ever known.

And there's no escape. This is forever.

He's tired.

He's tired.

[telesodalite]

forgot how to art. but uh... captain krok w.i.p for your troubles. (really its for my troubles. but it can be for yours too <3 our troubles <3)

[basil-the-bulbasaur]

Team rancher concept: they would not be comfortable sleeping together in one bed on the first night of dl. Not because 'oooo crush but he mustn't know' sort of thing. No. Tango it's because tango has trust issues. Tango isn't going to sleep defenseless with another person! What if he's betrayed again?

So they sleep separate. One of them on the floor with the blanket and one on the bed.

Eventually one of them--I'm going to say jimmy--gets cold enough it causes them both problems and they decide to share the bed to conserve body heat.

It is not cute and fluffy. Tango is so stressed and tense it's like sleeping next to a board. He hardly gets any sleep.

The next night he simply doesn't come to bed. Stays up mining all night despite Jimmy's complaints. Fun fact about sleeplessness: it does not improve paranoia.

When Jimmy finally manages to get the man to go to sleep Tango's dead on his feet. It is a little bit cute this time. Tango is sleeping like a rock. Jimmy is only restless because he's worried tango will wake up in the middle of the night and get himself hurt

The real pay off is when--after sleeping for a looong time--tango wakes up and has not been betrayed, and the following night, when he willingly climbs into bed and they fall asleep together.

[schemelin]

yeah i greatly enjoy working on versions of Springtrap where he is Not A Bad Guy but uhm. yeah the canon one. the canon one still makes me go CRAZY. ya heard CRAZY. LIKE YEAH I HATE HIM so much. BUT HEY. HEY ARE YOU LISTENING. H

[a-host-of-dancing-daffodils]

idk if anyone following me here is celebrating but Happy Purim!

today sucked major nuts and I don't have the energy to make Hamantashen but I am going to fix myself a drink, eat prepackaged cookies, and since I have no silly costume to dress up in, I will watch my favourite Englishman dress up in a silly costume

and look super cute

and stare at his best friend like this

He may not have the power to fix me but he sure is helping <3

[orcelito]

My Indy Pride haul from yesterday 😌😌😌😌

The stuff I got at the parade/festival for free (minus the flower wreath, which i got from a stand before the parade), then All of the stuff I got. So much color!!!!

This tank top is probably my favorite thing i got yesterday. It fits well and it embodies who i am so well 🥺🥺🥺 that Hoosier Pride both in the sense of being proud of being a Hoosier and being proud of being gay. This is my HOME and I LOVE this state!!!!!

And then the other stuff I bought. More Hoosier Pride, with stickers!!! And a magnet and a keychain. And also some jewelry ❤️❤️

This necklace is probably my 2nd favorite thing I got yesterday. It's so prettyyyy and it really fits my tastes so well. This And the tank top do. They're both perfect for me 🥺