#i loce them i love them i love them!!!!

[just-puddding]

Rin week day 4- revenge

I was going for a clunky storyboard look

[thedemises]

I wonder who will win between them? 🤔🫣🤭😈

SUNDAY FOR MORE AVEN ANGST 😈😈😈😈‼️‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️🫶🫶🫶🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[kor0kke]

Heres the drawing i promised to post like weeks ago lol, cherryblast content for u babe!!1!1 my fav rareship fr ❤️💚✨️

[spacerockband]

while everybody waits for a finished art piece how about we hang out and make some doctor who doodles

[kaoshive]

Just so we’re clear they’re absolutely dating

The bug girlfriends are back

[majorproblems77]

I was planning to write fluff but…Sky is just too easy to angst. I hope you like it anyway.

Merry Christmas <3

TW: Mourning

The flame licked at the fireplace, crackling. Sky watched his brothers laugh and smile and banter with a broad smile of his own. The snow sparkled outside even in the evening darkness. He didn’t expect to feel this kind of joy during an adventure, a quest. The last one he’d had, there was no time to sit down like this and bask in the warmth and the comfort of his home. Skyloft was a thing of the past now, for better or for worse, so he and Zelda had built a house for themselves. Everything here was made of bought with their combined effort and strength, and it felt like home. It felt like maybe, when his parents were still around they would’ve shared a house like this. He couldn’t really remember his mother and not much of his father, but enough to see his face among the stars and remember his close-guarded nature. His Zelda, that they called Sun now was sitting next to him, curled up in his arms. “Did you know my parents?” Sky asked in a soft whisper.

She stiffened but started to sit up a little, her cerulean eyes locking with his azure eyes. She told him, in a low volume, “I did. Not as well as my father but I’d met them before.”

“Can…can you tell me about them?” 

He didn’t want to take away from the cozy atmosphere of the room but Sun just huffed. “Of course…Your mother’s name was Adiva. She had auburn hair, and I think it was really curly. You have her eyes. Uh…hm…it’s all pretty foggy but I remembered thinking she was really nice. My father said she was always pleasant to be around, and she held you ever so gently, even in her final moments, when it took all her strength.”

The chosen hero’s eyes became misty. Wistfulness melded into concern and a bit of pity as Sun paused. He wiped his eyes hastily. “Keep going.”

“Do you want to talk about it…in private?” Sun asked, glancing at the group of heroes, a few noticing him.

“That would be nice,” Link nodded and she offered her hand.

He took it, standing up and clutching it. Groose noticed, him having been bantering along with the chain for a while. An expression that once would’ve been filled with something jealous or cruel was now a soft, sad one, that had no hint of envy. They sat down in a separate room, with no fireplace to warm him up. He sighed. “Can you…continue?”

“Just tell me if you need a break,” Sun told him, a bit sternly, before she softened. “She knitted, I think. When we went to your old place, there were tons of handmade scarfs and blankets. My father mentioned she had made a business out of it for a while, instead of taking up the path of a knight. She was extremely involved in Skyloft, helping where she could, and she had so many people at her ceremony after her death.”

“H-how did she die?”

“You don’t know?” 

Her tone wasn’t accusatory, but worried. He replied, “My father couldn’t stand talking about it.”

“She…there was an illness going around the islands. We didn’t know how to treat it, but your mother caught it and with nothing to help her condition she…succumbed to it. I’m sorry.”

Sky fell into silence. She wrapped him in a hug. “I can see a lot of her in you when you help people. She would be proud.”

Tears overflowed no matter how much he tried to suppress them. She held him tighter. “Your father, Erwin, was a commendable leader, and quite fierce. He was often too stubborn, my father said, but he saved many lives through that. You have his hair, I think. When it came to you, his demeanour changed though. He was so happy with you and it showed. He was admired by his peers, and though he wasn’t as involved in Skyloft itself, many people recognized him.”

Sobs wracked his body and she stopped letting him bury his head in her shoulder. She carded her hand through his hair. “Shhh…let it out…it’s okay.”

UNI

I LOVE THIS LIKE SO MUCH THANK YOU?!

I openeded my notes just to check before I go to bed for the night and I'm so glad I did this is amazing thank you so much.

I hope you have a wonderful Christmas too! Thank you so much for this its wonderful

[toldentops]

tritonoga. arrrgh. thinking about them badly. really really bad. Poson damage. Poison damage. spoison damage. Poison damage. poison damage. Muchshroom spores 🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄

[okcoolthanks]

I love being autistic :)))

[faunandfloraas]

We're probably years off any solo albums but I'm pre gaming being hyped for a seungmin solo album huhuhu

[jimalim]

Made this fun alien banner for my brother for Christmas.

[cringelordofchaos]

anyway uhhh too lazy to colour it in but. daidie/saisy <33

(Consistent artstyle? What's that?

[andragoras-in-vanity]

i know veilgaurd is absolutely incredible for gender reasons, and that it doesnt just let me have top scars but actually lets me acknowledge im trans in conversation like with taash and then when flirting with davrin (still dont know if im gonna romance him or lucanis yes, but asaan did cockblock me?????) but i do wish i could have gotten healing spells....although thinking about it now, because i wish i could have also given my rook my chronic pain/cfs, it makes sense i wouldnt be able to take healing spells, this is my new canon....(like either i get healing spells bevause i know pain and want to limit it for myself and others OR disability is disabling and im incapable of using healing spells since just like real life nothing eases this) anyway..

I like to headcanon that my rook DOES have chronic fatigue or minor pain because im an elf, but im also a mourn watcher, and it feels weird and wrong and unnatural to me for an elf to be living in the nevarra necropolis. i really love that being a mourn watcher has made me weird in conversation and just absolutely ready to let emmerich know how i want to be treated after i die, but nevarra is so dark and dusty, i have to wonder if as an elf being so close to spirits and so far from nature would effect me? so yeah, rook is screaming at all times and loves his home in the necropolis, myrna and vorgoth, the dead and the spirits, but leaving after the war of the banners helped him feel whole once he saw the forests for the first time, connected to his elven lineage (lmfao sorry bro), then he met varric who helped him get his top surgery. but it was the spirits and their lack of genders that helped him realize he also needed to do away with gender tho. i just really love my rook and this is the first time ive played a da game and not felt like i needed to run through it a few times to get everything out of it because i had to choose between male or female. also hes freaking adorable as hell.

[oicuperp]

if you even care

AAEE THESE ARE SO CUTE :3

[snow-and-saltea]

he held me — gently. almost too gently, as if parts of me had broken and dispersed and he gathered his hands around me like encircling sand. like he was trying to remind me that i had a shape i could return back to, when the tides receded for long enough, but his arms would be that container until i could do it on my own. in that cloud of grief and the ticking clock, i could feel something in me becoming loose and undone, and it was a terrifying transformation — sublimated into another form of myself i couldn't recognize. but it was still still a form he did.

was doing dishes and then got inspired for some reason. i was thinking about kavetham for this bc they r my heart's recipient for hurt comfort. i love messing around with imagery and metaphors!!!!! the vivid image of kaveh slowly breaking down in alhaitham's arms while he is also breaking down, but as an act of transformation and being afraid about being vulnerable!!! alhaitham who knows when to hold kaveh tight as to override any overwhelming physical sensations of grief and when to hold him loosely so that he might be allowed the space to unspool his tangled threads and the vulnerability to lay down the worst of himself in the open!!

i love them a lot.... they bring me much comfort :'))

[fitzselfships]

Trying so hard to go to sleep but every time I think about Zooble I start happy stimming :3

[diorkyeom]

look at this. i cant believe this. they really did this.