#the spirit is sick with it

[blueish-bird]

the body is weak (am sick) but the spirit is more than willing (draw. CSM)

[redrobin-detective]

I can't stop thinking about how funny it is that Aang had all this secret lore on Zuko because of the Blue Spirit that he just, didn't share with the Gaang. That boy knew that Zuko was capable of fighting extremely well without bending, was excellent with swords and unnaturally good at infiltration and espionage. And then just never brought it up.

Katara's yelling at Zuko on how he thinks he'd be able to find and break into the Sun Warrior Temple while Aang is fidgeting in the background. Sokka starts giving Zuko a hard time about his swords, asking if a spoiled prince would know how to use them. Aang is vibrating unsure of how to explain that Sokka Might Die if he tried to swordfight Zuko unprepared but now its been too long and it'd be super awkward to bring up.

[escyn]

Old Wounds Reopened[flood]: Kyoshi Warrior Sokka | Blue Spirit

Zukka Week Day 3 (id in alt)

+some close-ups bc I love them so

other things from ZW2024: Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

[aria-greenhoodie]

*stumbles out of my drawing app covered in dirt and blood* Heyyyy um. Um. This.

CLICK FOR QUALITY!!!

[spirited-splashes]

I am very normal about this fictional family of two great-uncles and twelve-year-old kids *eye twitch as I sob internally* (I’ll post these separately…tomorrow cause I’m tired Agfdgfdhvc)

[little-pondhead]

The Curse Of Hope

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Danny is in another universe. He had a reason, but he doesn’t remember anymore. He can only stare, horrified and disgusted, at the sickest city spirit he’s ever seen. Shivering and swaying with every step, core exposed, and ectoplasm leaking from wounds that are decades old. A ratty blanket was thrown over their shoulders, barely hiding the spirit’s pale grey skin and protruding black bones.

The spirit didn’t even sense him until he reached out to touch its wispy shoulders. The spirit flinched, clutching at the dozens of trinkets hanging from their neck and tucking in on themselves like they were expecting a blow.

“Oh, shit,” He swore, floating back a few feet, hands in the air, to show he meant no harm. “I’m sorry. I promise, I’m not here to steal from you.” The spirit shivered again and rolled a pearl necklace in between their fingers. A nervous habit. “Uh, I like that pocket watch? It’s very nice.”

That got their attention. They peeked at Danny, and he saw that more tattered cloth was covering their eyes, blending in with the stringy hair that reached the ground. Their blanket fluttered weakly, revealing hundreds of thousands of tiny marks etched into their skin. Scars, really. Scars that wrote out curse after curse onto the spirit’s very being. They burned with evil intent, and even reached inside the spirit’s body and wrapped around their core.

Occasionally, blinding specks of color raced across their body, temporarily erasing the writing, but it always returned quickly. He watched, a little detached, as one particular line rewrote itself across their rough forearm, drawing fresh ectoplasm like someone was writing it with a thin knife.

“Are you…alright?” Danny stuttered. A stupid question.

The spirit cocked its head. He couldn’t see their eyes, but he felt their burning gaze as they pondered the question.

“The pain of others becomes mine own.” They rasped. “The lights of the city dim as rotten wealth clogs mine veins. Magicks long forgotten have eaten mine skins, pulled mine cloak, and darkened mine skies. Helios has refused to grace mine doorstep, and the seasons of the Earth have revoked their kindness.”

Danny held his breath. It felt like he was the one with the exposed core, not the spirit.

The spirit shivered once more. “Tell mine soul, little lamb. How could this Forsaken City know peace, when it was long since ripped from mine hands?”

Shit, he needed Frostbite. And maybe Clockwork. Now.

-Or-

Danny meets the spirit of Gotham City. The villains and rogues that have plagued the city for decades are literal curses that are taking quite the toll on Gotham, and honestly, Danny isn’t sure how much longer they can hold out. The heroes seem to be doing some help, and are probably the reason Gotham made it this far, but the poor city needs help from the Realms if they want to get better.

Luckily, Danny can provide that help.

But only if he could get Gotham to leave their city behind. Because recovery is going to take a very long time.

[animatedjen]

The Second Sister | Jedi Fallen Order

[reztoru]

Satoru is late, again. He didn't mean to be, he just seen some tasty sweets on his way back to Jujutsu Tech and couldn't help himself. He could totally just warp himself to the school. But that would make sense and Satoru Gojo does things with no rhyme or reason.

But he's kinda thankful he didn't just teleport to the school, or else he wouldn't have seen you like this, with his students.

Doting on them like you were their parent. Poking at Megumi's cheek to bother him, laughing with Yuji and scheming with Nobara on more ways you can prod at the boys.

You've probably told them to make sure to drink enough water during today's training — seeing a group of water bottles that you most definitely stole from the house all lined up. And you're probably gonna make him take you all out for lunch for being late. After you've scolded him of course.

And Satoru takes a moment to just watch. His mind wandering. He couldn't think of a better person to be training with his students. His family. And what if he grows his family with you? Having an embodiment of the love you share, running around the empty halls of your home. Making the little trio watch the baby so you can go out for dates.

Taking turns waking up in the middle of the night to tend to the baby. Coming home the next day to find you napping with the little bundle of joy tucked into your side. Probably having fallen asleep watching that one Disney movie for the nth time because the baby loves it so much.

Embarrassingly, he thinks about it a lot, but he's never sure how to bring it up. How does he tell you all he can think about is you? How does he tell you his biggest desire, in a place where everything feels so dark and gloomy, is that he wouldn't mind a little more of your light; a little more of you in the world.

[noswordinourlake]

I keep seeing these posts around about the relative toxicity (or not) of the Scum Villain fandom where folks are like "well yeah because we tell haters 'look at Peerless Cucumber over here'" which is very valid, 10/10. But also, never once have I seen someone call drinking the SVSSS haterade "Bingheless behavior" and as a fandom I think we're really missing a prime roasting opportunity here

[f4keplastictr33s]

thinking about flowers’ petal (that came right of blue’s mind via cabeswater) being compared to kisses and they landed right on gansey’s mouth meanwhile the petals avoided adam and landed all around him :/ also adam watching the petals fall bc he’s an eternal observer :/

[carlyraejepsans]

Do you think Sans have tears. On that topic, what would make him cry?

i think he can, after all payrus seems to be able to cry just fine (post asriel battle when he thought frisk was dead), sans just. doesn't. ever, lol. i think he's much more likely to shut down and go aloof—if not completely unresponsive—than to outwardly show his emotions in situations of extreme stress.

however! i also like to think that his dialogue dropping his font and shaking during the lost SOULs battle meant that he was crying. it's not just a matter of that segment making the characters confront their deepest regrets/problems/faults, it's the fact that they're all very clearly not lucid as it happens. one of sans' distinctive character attributes is the iron grip he has over himself. it's what makes him desperately slamming you against the walls of the battle box at the end of his fight hit so hard. sans doesn't lose it. that's just not what he does. and you have to push him to the edge of his powers, to the edge of his energy resources, at the brink of exhaustion, with his back pressed against the wall and universal annihilation as an alternative, before his grip actually falters.

so. uh. other than that and having his consciousness overtaken by the power of a literal god?

a really bad high probably. wouldn't count on it tho

[raviollies]

Inquisition kinda left me high and dry in terms of the world building for Well of Sorrows so my personal thoughts

> Inquisitor essentially becomes a vessel for Mythal, kind of like Flemmeth but not an active one. Post Tresspasser inquisitor can hear her voice vaguely from time to time, but more of a passive observer rather than an active force. Think a much more controlled version of what Anders had going on.

> Inquisitor can read ancient Elven without realizing

>The voices can occasionally get so loud that they can't hear what's going on or get jolted awake

> Mage Inquisitor has a much larger mana reserve and replenishes it much faster. They can almost entirely stop using Lyrium potions outside of isolated cases.

> Due to the presence of a spirit, Inquisitor becomes susceptible to magic that targets spirits despite being alive. Inquisitor can face issues with spiritual traps, areas with disrupted lyrium flow, and feels the effects of the veil much stronger. This does make communication with spirits much easier.

> As the Anchor is magical, post losing the arm, mage Inquisitor would have a much larger scar spreading up towards their shoulder and chest due to it using the natural magic flowing through their veins. The scar will follow along major blood vessels. It will be a much more prominent one as the disrupted flow of magic would make it resistant to magical healing.

> Inquisitor has an extended lifespan due to Mythals presence. Were Mythal to be exorcised from their body, their aging would resume as normal.

[mpekamitzii]

ANGIEEE

[alyssandrasplace]

MILO ONE CHANCE IS ALL I NEED

[justsomedumbstuff]

More stuff…. I’m going to make more creatures…

They’re my favorites so ofc I start with them,,, more silly fellas will be added….. hopefully 🙏

(Some rambling in the tags)

[little-pondhead]

Idea I don’t wanna write but has been eating my brain for days:

Contrary to popular belief, Danny cannot get along with every spirit he meets, even after a round or two of fighting. Sometimes a spirit is too old, too physically far gone, too corrupted to see sense. Spirits like these are sick. They hoard curses like it’s gold and haven’t seen the green sky of the Zone in centuries. These spirits become the worst kind of ghosts; ones that are barely hanging onto their sanity by a thread and who actively seek to harm the living.

These are also the spirits that won’t respond to the King, no matter who it is. As such, it is the King’s duty to hunt down these spirits and either get them help by returning them to the Zone, or exterminate them.

Well, Danny is now the King. And the next ghost on his list is the Spirit of Gotham City.