#thats close enough

[dromaeo-sauridae]

the labyrinth as defined by the american heritage dictionary of the english language is “the maze in which the minotaur was confined”. minotaur, as defined by wikipedia, is the unnatural offspring of a woman and a beast. among other things.

a demigod is the unnatural offspring of a mortal and a god. of all the profane and blasphemous things you could do, knocking up yours or someone else’s creation is up there. therefore if one is to be born, it must be killed or otherwise punished. yes, we’ve established all of this.

cinder is the child of daksari. not profane or blasphemous enough to have a child with a mortal, but enough to get her sorry ass imprisoned under miles and miles of what was just begging to be called a labyrinth. the only thing it was missing was the minotaur, of course. so when the youngest child of cadaver had a rather surprising run in with a very godless mortal on the moon of cassandra…. it all seems rather planned out, doesnt it? i cant help myself when it comes to references to mythology and video games.

a labyrinth and its minotaur.

what a terrible fate

[peasant-player]

An odd meeting in the Night

Started here and here in case someone is into reading role-play I guess?

@zrii-the-orc

The unusuals manuscripts of the conversation between Elleth and Orc

I shall continue to write in my old tongue after all how many can read Quenya still?

I traveled far and wide, met wizards and Hobbits,saw the Sun come up for the first time after years of darkness and ice.

Grieved over Kings and Queens.

But yet I never met a Orc that doesn't go for the kill the moment it's beady eyes see me.

Would this just be me,I might not think about that much.

The Valar blessed me with luck and a silver tongue.

But it Zrii has another Elleth. A young naive girl,that thought traveling alone is safe.As if the shadows are gone!But I know there are not gone. Evil will preserve the same way as we do. Hiding

Oh Eru Ilúvatar is this a test? To see how far my kindness go?

Elven fairer, wiser and stronger told me many times that just Death can give those poor creatures Peace.

But as long as Zrii is kind I will be-

There are some rustling and shuffling in the bushes that stops the elven-lady in her writings.

But she didn't worry as she knew from the pungent Odor that whiffed over that it is her Guest of the night.

Greetings frie-Zrii !

Glad to see that my second bird survived your War-sibling.

I thought alot about you and your kin in the past days but I like to answer your questions first if you don't mind.

And to give you something to fill your belly and keep your mind at rest, I brought you some blood sausage and sautéed liver!

It goes well with this "black bread" that's what the race of men call it.

Give it a try! For me it is too tart and metallic tasting so it should be to your liking.

Now listen closely.

You will find nor here nor there a Elve of any kin that marks you different because of your gender.

*The elven women stares directly in your eyes,the silver light making you squint*

We are all Eru Ilúvatars children.

*She looked away and sighted heavy*

The race of men have some different beliefs depending where you look.

Why?

I don't understand either.

But they are short lived and marred by Morgoth since the beginning. The big black what your grandmother called him.

She must be powerful. None of my birds remembered anything specific even though they did found you.

There is great and powerful witchcraft going on in the misty mountains.

I never thought it would be a old Uruk but oh well...

It seems to be going both ways, as you come here alone and I don't think that has something to do with your kindness

*there is a knowing smirk on the elven face*

Do you know how to do magic perhaps?

Regardless!

My condolences to the passing of your brother. May he find peace in Mandos Halls.

Or where do you think he will go?

As you mentioned before that the Elleth would like to bath. Your right and that is very thoughtful of you.

For touching her hair...it is commonly known as rude to touch a Elve without permission. And we take much pride in our hair.

There are of course exceptions like if you are secretly a King, but that doesn't happen often.

Maybe show her that you mean well and let her touch your hair first?

After a good thorough wash please

Place the...bone charms next to her and let her choose. The same with the clothes your willing to give her. Before I forget!

Please take my cloak with you as a gratitude of mine.

*you receive a dark grey cloak with no adornments but the softest material you ever touched,so light ; warmth is spreading to your fingertips*

This will compensate any Clothes you might give the young girl.

You might want to hide it so that your Leader can't steal from you but the cloak should be unassuming looking enough!

*The Elven women soft smile wanes and she looks sadly over to you*

If you mind can you ask the Elleth what her name is again?

She should be calmer by now and I know of a few missing Elleths...

I also would like you to d-

*a small birds comes flying through the bushes its chirping sound aggravated in you ears, but what do you know? you are a orc all birds sound the same to you*

It is time for you to leave Zrii.

Go forth and go swiftly with the twilight of the night.

Until we meet again.

[crunchy--milk]

looking at abstract algebra: how is this even math? i could do this, a child could do this

a math enthusiast: thats the spirit!

[ottooctanvius]

Definitely a dog.

reblog with a cute picture of your dog and I'll photoshop your dog out of the picture and replace them with spongebob. real offer

[tatsumiboobs69]

another hades dump

[zombi3slobb3r]

Let them snort coke or whatever that marie woman said

[coatl-cuddles]

Summarizing the Sky Seasons, but I barely know what I'm talking about

Pt. 2.

Season of Abyss - a band of Scavengers/Pirates look for dark stones. While doing so, they accidentally discovered the ancient facilities where Vault members did experiments. Experiments where things went very wrong. The band of Scavengers accidentally unleash the horrors under the water. This leads to their deaths, and the leviathan escapes the facilities containment

Season of Performance - TWINSIESS MOMENT!! Season of Rhythm part two (2) BUT THIS TIME ITS CLASSICAL THEATREEEE!!!

Season of Shattering - HELL. HELL BREAKS LOSE. EDEN IS F■■■ING EXPLODING. WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE. GLASS IS RAINING FROM THE SKY. WE'RE GONNA DIE. THIS IS HOW EVERYONE ELSE DIED THE FIRST TIME.

oh and BONUS POINTS it turns out the creatures of light who got absorbed by the shard ARE INFINITELY TRAPPED IN IT PURGATORY VOID STYLE. HELL NAHH!!!

Season of Remembrance - Things end poorly for the resistance against King Resh. Relive memories of civilians' final moments before they are arrested or killed for their disobedience.

Season of Passage - Coming of Age ritual where ancestor children earn their masks and learn the basics of elements.

There's theories that your success during the Right of Passage determines if you're a candidate for the Trials or not. But that's just a theory

Season of Moments - Old Man Yaoi

Season of Revival - Yayyyy new home base time, Aviary Village!!!!-- wait is that a sky kid?

Set up for Two Embers TV Show

Season of Nesting - Sky beat Splatoon in the "which game will have apartments first" race.

Anyways, its micro lore for Hidden Forest. It solidifies that Forest was the region based around Production, Fabrication, and Construction.

The guide seems extremely close to the elder- even appearing in photos together. Friends? Family? Lovers? Not sure.

But its finally revealed that Teth tolerates someone else's existence besides her own.

Season of Duet (speculation) - I miss my Wife Tails.

Also seems to imply that aviary village was wiped out from the shards

Summarizing the Sky Seasons, but I barely know what I'm talking about

Part 1

Season of Gratitude - Inspired off of the Festival of Buhtan! Just a season where they celebrate to give thanks and prayers.

Season of Lightseekers - A family of spirits try to collect the dwindling resource - light - so they don't fade away. It doesn't work.

Season of Belonging - A family gets separated before visiting their grandmother. They perish and their souls are scattered. By ringing a (dinner) bell, you remind them of who they are. The family gets to have one final meal together before moving on. (Thanksgiving themed)

Season of Rythm - Dude, we're getting the band back together!!!!!!

If you ask about the elder bird tgc takes you behind a shed and you're never heard from again.

Season of Enchantment - Spellcasters try to save the land using spells and the Lightseekers light, but ultimately their vessel crashes and they tragically die in the wastelands.

Season of Sanctuary - Not everything is canon in this season according to the devs.

The important takeaway is that they killed too many light creatures, had a sanctuary to try and raise the population, but then the sanctuary got corrupted too.

Season of Prophecy - To keep it short:

Essentially, it's the story of how a Sky Kid became the evil king.

There once was a prophecy where a child would complete ancient death trials and gain 4 elemental powers.

This ended up being Prince Alef, who then became King Resh. Lots of children died, and Prince Alef becomes all powerful. Krill get brought up here for the first time.

Season of Dreams - HELL YEAHH I LOVE FIGURE SKATINGGGG !!!!

Season of Abyss - a band of Scavengers/Pirates look for dark stones. While doing so, they accidentally discovered the ancient facilities where Vault members did experiments. Experiments where things went very wrong. The band of Scavengers accidentally unleash the horrors under the water. This leads to their deaths, and the leviathan escapes the facilities containment.

Season of Performance - TWINSIESS MOMENT!! Season of Rhythm part two (2) BUT THIS TIME ITS CLASSICAL THEATREEEE!!!

[puppyeared]

act 4 :(

@chipper-smol and i came to a realization

[mirkwood]

Please forgive him, he forgets what personal space means when he sees pretty men

[tumatawa]

For her anniversary this year!

[daughterofsarenrae]

10pm is a dangerous time to have adhd. You will be sitting watching a random youtube video essay and then u black out and are attempting a new craft youve never heard of before. The craft is completely unrelated to the video and you have no idea how or why you stumbled across it. You are filled with hubris. You have work tomorrow

[slavhew]

DO YA THINGKU

for a twitter trend of redrawing miku as album covers!! i wanted to do one of my favorite single from gorillaz. Cover-accurate ver + closeups:

this was definitely the biggest thing ive drawn this year!! and a good chunk of it on stream. thank you everyone who tuned in!! it was loads more fun to make in company :]

[meamiki]

mira !!! :]

[twin-yards]

it is completely one hundred percent baffling to me that any of the foxes would come away from witnessing neil and andrew's reunion in baltimore with the opinion that their relationship was just hate fucking . like my brother in christ are you blind

[seiwas]

sellllllll it's meeeeee. hehehehehehehehehhehe

so for ur writing exercises.... deku + light? please? pretty please?

:3c

heheh heheh hehe niku. this will be the death of me. me writing izuku for the first time 🥲 i will only do this for you </3

contains: established relationship, spoilers for the end of the manga, aged up deku but sometime in between the final outcome (he doesn't get the h*** s*** from bakugo yet), mentions of sex and scars

deku + light

izuku only sleeps with the lights off.

it isn't uncommon; many people you know can't sleep with even just a sliver of light turned on somewhere in the room. but the difference with izuku, you learn, is not that he's unable to stand the light―it's that he refuses to.

you quickly pick up on it the first few times he sleeps over.

he fidgets in bed, pretty badly, actually. the nightlight you sleep with glows a warm yellow, illuminating the side of your face and coating him in its afterglow. you chalk it up to nerves, how he pulls at his sleeves and adjusts his position constantly; he is, after all, one of the most anxious people you know.

and this relationship―it's new. heck, even you feel a little jittery with his arm wrapped around you.

the rhythmic tapping on your hip only increases pace. you don't think he realizes it, so your hand gently reaches for his, intertwining your fingers as you turn around in his arms.

he's close, nearly touching you nose-to-nose; the proximity leaves you fuzzy, a little ticklish, so you giggle, a soft "oops," as the freckles dusting his face almost glisten under the warm light.

"hi," you whisper, meeting his eyes; they stare back at you wide in surprise, "can't sleep?"

he looks almost guilty at your question, as if you’ve caught him with the one thing he's been trying to keep from you.

"just—" his voice comes out louder than intended, prompting him to chuckle nervously as he readjusts his volume, "just winding down, sorry."

you inch closer, nuzzling his nose lightly, "it's okay."

"did i wake you?" he asks, cheeks flushing pink as his eyebrows furrow in immediate concern. his expression is something caught between stifling a grin and feeling sorry.

you shake your head against the pillow you share, strands of your hair tangling with his. "just winding down," you tease, watching as his gaze turns softer, eyelids drooping heavier.

sometimes, you think, izuku holds the world in his eyes―a deep, dark green, the color of life. most times, they look at you with wonderment, bright and alive; photos from inko tell you they're the eyes of his inner child.

on nights like this one, however, they hide a depth in them weighted by what you can only assume is time, and all that has happened to him in such a short span of it.

you try your best to understand what lies beneath them, knowing full well he'll never tell you outright what truly bothers him.

"is it the light?" you bring up, some time after laying in silence.

"hm?" he clarifies.

"do you have a hard time sleeping with the nightlight?"

his eyes widen briefly once more, as if shocked that you've caught him again. these split second reactions are ones you've learned to be attentive to when it comes to izuku.

"no," he tries to lie, but you know better as you turn to your nightstand and reach for its switch, "you don't–"

"it was hurting my eyes," you quickly make up an excuse, tucking yourself closer under his chin as you cut off his attempt to deny it again.

finding out that the light was the problem was the easy part—

you'd begun to notice much earlier on that izuku was barely rested on the nights he'd spend at your place. it was only when your old nightlight broke that you began to notice him waking up much later than you did, groggily rousing from a deep sleep.

—what was hard, was figuring out why.

at first, you suspected it was his scars.

"s-sorry, it's not—" he'd warned you, right as your hands gripped the hem of his shirt the first time you were about to have sex, "—it's not nice."

you didn't care though; you still don't care, and you've made that abundantly clear to him since. you love izuku and all his parts―all the nicks and jaggedy pieces of skin that make up who he is.

when you eventually ask him about it, with a request that he be honest with you for once, he tells you that it is and it isn't―the reason why he exclusively sleeps with the lights off, that is.

it's an odd, comforting relationship he has with his body—that he is simultaneously grateful and sorry for how its become a canvas, both painted and marred to symbolize japan’s historic last stand.

you find out the real reason when you catch him staring at his hands.

he does it often, when he thinks you aren't looking—his fists bunched up in the same way he used to watch the power of one for all course through his fingertips; the same way he used to prepare them in battle.

there’s a faraway look in his eyes that lingers, you notice—a little wistful if anything.

“do you miss it?” you finally ask. he gives you the same shocked look he does every time, as if he’s been caught with a secret he’s been trying to hide.

he’s learned a fair bit about you now, too, though—lying to you is futile when you’ve perfected reading his truth. he stares at his fists again as you take a seat beside him, moving to give you space. you rest your head on his shoulder gently, waiting.

“sometimes,” he admits, but you know it’s an understatement.

“i think about the vestiges a lot. i miss them the most, i think,” he continues, clenching his fists tightly, “i always try to reach out to them, but i guess it doesn’t work that way.”

“i… i try to replicate the right conditions every night, but…” then he lets go, stretching his fingers out wide. the scars on the surface ripple through his skin, telling its own story.

you hum, acknowledging what he means. silence sits with the two of you as you take his hand in yours, slowly unfurling his fingers until his palm reveals itself to you. it’s rough to the touch, seasoned with hard work and all that he’s been through.

“is that why you prefer the dark?” you ask softly, after some time.

it's not often that you stay up later than izuku does. when you do though, you catch him shifting in bed, moving from side-to-side. you pretend you aren't awake, but you hear him mumble their names, dwindling in volume as he dozes off to sleep.

he stares at his palm for a moment before he admits quietly, "yeah." his brows furrow as if contemplating whether to say more, but he shakes his head, dark green strands swaying to the beat of his embarrassed chuckle, "nevermind, it's silly."

"it's not."

you intertwine your fingers, sandwiching his hand between yours. a slight sheen glosses over his eyes as he tilts his head up to look at you. he draws in a breath, before it spills over.

"it's..." he finds the words, and you squeeze his hand in comfort, "it's easier to believe it was all real when the lights are out, and that maybe it can happen again."

[pinkravat-art]

me as a sheep

or: i made a fursona. and it was very therapeutic.