#stack 'em up

[kply-industries]

[cocosnowlo-drawings]

Felt inspired to draw some elemental designs for the bracelet girls 💧🔥🍃🪽

[freezinglemur]

It burns…it hurts. 

It hurts so much.

Slow, shaky breathing is the only sound to leave the little sapling as it lays in the grass, keeping its eye shut.

Why? It had tried so hard…it had one job! One purpose! And now? Now?! Now…now it just hurt.

Hate. They should feel so much hate, but it is too tired now to feel such a thing in the way it thinks it should.

It almost wants to cry, not that it has much energy for that either if it wanted to.

Their few thoughts are paused by a gentle touch. It’s…familiar, and cooler in temperature. It doesn’t burn. Somehow it's simultaneously and contradictorily warm in a sense, but not in the same way fire is. They can’t explain the sensation, but it knows who the sensation belongs to.

The void gently brushes one of their hands over the little spirit’s head. 

Why didn’t xe just give up? Feel disdain towards it like everything else? Why hadn’t they fought it like the burning ram had, even upon knowing its intentions fully? It should hate that being, but it can’t find the energy to right now. Xe did get them free, it supposed, even if it was all for not. It should–

“Shh…”

The thoughts pause again. The burns…hurt slightly less where the void lays xir hand.

“You did your best. It is time to rest now, Birch. She’ll be here to collect you soon.”

She…? Master…?

It’s hard to say, the sapling is exhausted. The void tucks a small, familiar lantern under the tree’s cloak. It limply rests its hands around it…something else to focus on. It was nice to not have darkness for a time. What a waste, now…maybe they will keep it. Out of spite–that’s all…yeah. Just...just out of spite. Right.

It feels the void rise, the figure gently removing their hands and taking a few steps back. A tendril still holds on a moment longer. Perhaps they’ll stay...?

It isn’t long before Birch is scooped up by someone else, however; someone…familiar in a different way. The void says a farewell to the sapling, and to whomever has picked it up, but the little tree doesn’t process the words well, and they cannot answer. The tendril gently falls away, returning to its owner.

The spirit feels so weak, and so tired…so very, very tired.

‘It’s time to rest, little sapling. Until we meet again.’

It gives in, it falls asleep.

And Hex departs with it in her arms.

(Based on the events of @ask-the-secret-weapons (Bonus below))

The two share a brief glance. They share an understanding, somehow, perhaps if only due to the tree and their connections to it.

Opal, as they call their vessel, stands and watches Hex depart. They hold no malice towards her nor the sapling; in xir mind, it hardly did anything wrong.

All the grudges, sins, hatred, and malice from being trapped so long–those souls had every right to feel as they did in their restlessness, and the tree only was fulfilling its given orders and purpose. Very little wrong with that, in the Void’s many eyes.

The horned god of the hearth hardly did anything wrong either; He was created, though told little of his purpose. Sentient with the ability to question, he deserved answers, to think, and to choose what to do. While Opal had hardly expected such a hasty decision to release little Birch from the burning Ram, they did not blame the Wickerman for his choice. Very little wrong with that, in the Void’s many eyes.

The town itself. It has done many wrong, and many right. Some deserve the wrath that was coming, some may not, but no one particularly wants to die. They are not wrong for wanting to preserve themselves, either. Very little wrong with that, in the Void’s many eyes.

The Phalanx. Believing they could contain things forever, they have grown so accustomed to disaster being contained or controlled. They have lulled themselves into a false sense of security, believing they are forever on top. That they can use these “secret weapons” as they call them, for whatever they please one day. “Strength in Control,” and yet, they have little control now. Perhaps they can lie to themselves longer. Rather amusing, in the Void’s many eyes.

The rest of the “weapons” themselves…quite the collection. A shame, a princess stolen away, what is she without her people, twisted into a form meant for war? What would the supercomputer think if she knew what had happened to this old friend, would she morn? A doctor, kept complacent by its programing, his only purpose to make others “happy,” what is he when forsaken? An escaped employee of this superstructure, running to make a life for himself away from disassembly; is he wrong for wanting and taking such a freedom? 

They cry out for aid, it is a shame, in the Void’s many eyes. The Void hears all the cries which do not manage to reach anyone else, desires that hide deep within, the void listens, and it provides its own aid in certain ways.

Alton, you are supposed to heed the call of your creations, and yet you give them silence. You shirk your responsibilities, and they pay the price.

And in the Void's many eyes...

There is something wrong with that. 👁

[nereb-and-dungalef]

I keep drinking coffee thinking it's gonna make me Productive and then instead of doing the work I actually have to do I just compulsively make spreadsheets :(

[the-punforgiven]

Man, frontline Vestal's kinda cracked actually

[bunnymedley]

wondering if i should try starting a new minecraft world and committing to never using a shield. would that be cool

[offalteeth]

Not too bad! Got 7 Bizzyboy tops almost done, and 2 Capo's. Just gotta see the lil buttons on.

Fixed the weird pointy butt issue the OG P had, and made sleeves for the squeakers so I can see em in and they'll stay put! They're gonna be sewn into the pant line and the tops tacked into the center ribbon.

Can't wait to see them finished, tho I only have the designs for G, P, and V done facially. The embroidery is a ton of labor, and I don't even want to know how long designing/converting to an embroidery file/testing has taken me

These boys require a lot of ribbon haha

[archersartcorner]

Norman and his girls… still thinkin bout ‘em. Sometimes one of them has a nightmare and curls up with Norman, which leads to just. All of them curling up with Norman LMAO

Alt caption, they call her STACKS cus she sleeps on the top of the. Sleeping stack. Is this anything,

[electric-plants]

this overflowing mastery session has me realizing many things like the fact that i have been spiral abyssing with my bennetts talents literally at levels 2/3/3 for MONTHS

[a-little-bit-poss]

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[autistic-shaiapouf]

Also wondering if I should follow up on my initial little idea of "I should buy a book with every single paycheck" especially since I seem to be actually reading books now

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

sweet, fluffy snowballs

[corruptedbunny-multimuse]

Something that looked like Smithy slammed a hammer down on the ground between the Demi-fiend and Bowyer, the latter letting out a hiss and running off. Naoki growled before backing off as the thing swung at him again.

Speardovich gulped, holding Flapjack close. "That is not Lord Smithy."

[Two new muses have been added!]

[chisungie]

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[partiallithopseffect]

i am LOOKING at your tags about used to haunt + brisbane hotel sutra and oughhhhh that's really good. may I also suggest rose quarter drifting and maybe also stack em up, because those ones have emotional parallels here too to me ~@jennyfromthebes

you’re so right! ohhh those are two of my favourite unreleased songs. the hopeless hope of rose quarter—“and some day we will all feel at home in our new skin” is such a dear line to me. and stack em up. you got sick and you never got better… I knew you before the amber got you… it’s incredible powerful and raw. the long shadow of wsabh!!!

[cheswirls]

oh i totally forgot in the being-out-of-town hype that turned out to be my birthday weekend but i DID finally secure copies of pksp hgss 1 and 2 AND got the last full volume of xy so hopefully i have all of xy in physical form now since the epilogue isn't in the magazine-release mini volumes :) if there are any add-ons to earlier xy chapters or bonus chapters (the one where y gets a sylveon tho there must be more) in other full volumes then i'll get those eventually but for now!!! aaaaa!!!!!! my heart is full