#zepher

[metagalacafe]

@moonsharkss ! My part of the art trade!!!

[sposetosides]

zepher post 1

i got to draw today. rome's slept for a bit today and let me take over cause everyone was either busy or sleeping.. so i doodled a little. it's nothing much. i like brat <3

[gremlinboykevin]

A little doodle of my boy Zepher and his lovely wife Momo!

Momo belongs to my bestie @sopadeleon !!!

[ahsoka-its-all-of-us]

I both stan and am horrified by Zepher

[pr0jecti0n1]

little oc guy for a book I’m making gang I promise I’ll start drawing more South Park 🙏

[onefootin1941]

Joan Blondell with husband Dick Powell, 1939

[blondbaddie69]

8/8

tinkerbull

[ponytime]

[thoughtportal]

Drag Ban blocked in Montana

[tale-of-two-new-kings]

[ Initializing connection . . . . ]

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{ Bzzrt! connection completed! }

Amazing! Much obliged Zepher. Now.. um... now what do I?-

{ Just speak-zz, and I will ~transcribe~ whatever you wizh, Your Zzzighness! }

Alright! Well, a good evening to the people of 'Rotumblr'- am I pronouncing that right?- I am- okay, very good-

My name is... Tax! Just call me Tax. I am ever so thrilled to explore this- uh {app!} yes, this app! And discover more about the people who parruse this space!

... ... {is that all?} Is there more that needs to be said?? {No! no, eh-he, I'll get that bzz- posted right away...hooboy}

[justablah56]

oh my goddddd so I'm listening to Rolling With Difficulty and the pure WHIPLASH that is going from dndads to this- really makes me realize how loose dndads is with actual dnd rules shjekdjdkkskd I'm definitely enjoying rwd but wow lmao

[omeez93]

Hey. Peace world. What would you like to ask the Oracle?

[carables]

Seattle Enclosed Renovation ideas for a sizable transitional galley kitchen with a farmhouse sink, recessed-panel cabinets, white cabinets, quartzite countertops, gray backsplash, ceramic backsplash, stainless steel appliances, a peninsula, and white countertops.

[lovefordyingstars]

take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

death (mentioned), blood word count // 600 series // kingdom of myth characters // cordelia, constantine

It had taken three months to get a lead on the missing students, and the first one they’d found had been nothing but a dead body in a warehouse. Now the trail was cold once more. As Cordelia stared down at the letters from her father she wondered if he’d ever felt so dejected. 

So useless. 

Her eyes were blurry, focused only on his auroras and sad prose. He had a habit of including random lines of poetry in his writing, lines he suspected she might enjoy, it always made her smile in the past, but now she felt the words mocking her.

I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet, 'cause I haven't moved in years

She felt it now, the roots growing over her like she was stuck in place, there was nothing but a chasm in her heart that stretched forever and made her feel lost to time. Her walls were covered in news articles and missing person posters, scraps of paper with leads scribbled on them and napkins pinned up with ideas. 

“Don’t give up on me now Vesp.” Constantine's voice was like a pair of shears, cutting all the weeds holding her down. 

“Not giving up, just thinking.” she snipped, the sun was going to be setting in little under an hour, why was he visiting her now? 

“Good, then come on.” Whatever expression she made had him chuckling, a fist knocking against her door frame as he turned around. “We’re going to the lake, over the hills, I’ll explain why when we get there.” 

Who was she to argue against his whims? 

She complained the whole trip there.

The sun was dipping below the horizon as they reached the top of the valley, the tops named the Windermere peaks for the way the winds caught against them, and often made pleasant hums during particular times of the day.

The crystal lake sat in the middle, so clear that despite going hundreds of feet down, you could see almost to the bottom from even atop the hills.

"Down there, let's stop at the shore." 

"Oh yes, let's sit down where sea monsters are waiting to grab us by the ankles," she complained but followed him down the slope. They had to watch each step carefully.

"Technically, lake monsters," he countered and she snorted, but whatever retort would be made was lost as the rocks from beneath them both gave out. 

What would have been a fun climb down turned into tumbling and cursing as they tried to regain footing with the ground crashing around them. Whatever magic might have been used would have been impossible with Cordelia's concentration on not breaking her neck. 

When they finally stopped her arm was laying in the cool water of the lake. Constantine coughed, but it quickly turned into a ragged laugh. "Guess we took the express route." 

Cor groaned, the water was becoming muddy with her blood from all the cuts, and Coss didn't look much better with blood flowing down his temple and hands. 

"You have a horrible sense of humor," she sat up and took a deep breath, deciding to use the water or the lake to cleanse the wounds. The water was uncontaminated, so other than water lake monsters were polluting it, they'd be fine. 

Probably. 

They worked in silence for a while, the winds humming, the sounds of the water splashing against them, and their own deep breaths. It was peaceful. 

"So why'd you bring me here?" She finally asked after they'd been laying in the fading sun for a while, Coss using his magic to slowly heal their cuts and bruises.

"This is why, not to make you fall, though it was a bonus." She hit him for that and he fell back with a smile. "But to get you out of your own head, you've been so focused on this case that you've started to spiral, this is me, helping." She smiled and laid back next to him, watching the last bit of light disappear from the sky. He had a weird way of helping.

[zephersspace]

Not pretty

Not everything is always pretty.

But everything always is.

That's the thing about life. It doesn't matter the way things are, what matters is that they... are.

They fucking are and it doesn't matter if we're ready, or if we agree, or if it benefits us. Life just... is.

Life happens and we have to take it and make it something worthy. Or so we are told.

Something worth the time and the effort and the work and the chance.

Because everything that happens is a fucking chance. To what? Hell if I know. I guess it depends on you if it's a chance to succeed or fail miserably. But at the end, great or fucked up, amazing or shitty, it's still a chance.

So, as I was saying: not everything is always pretty.

Situations can be still.

Places can be ruins.

Times can be frozen.

People can be monsters.

And it doesn't fucking matter because it all will still BE.

We will still existing, we will have to handle all that.

WE STILL.

And that's my problem here. I am. I still AM.

And I'm still expected to be perfect.

But they don't get it.

I'm a still situation.

A ruin of a place.

A frozen time.

A monster.

And I'm not pretty.

-Zepher J.