#Rolling Midnight

[midnightcmedia]

Out among the Redwoods, a strange wildfire is raging. Trapped, running out of air, and racing against time, five people try to send a message. Canaries don't escape coal mines, but someone hears their song. The next episode of Rolling Midnight: 30 Candles is out now!

Art by Issy Quigley

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Chronic Sonic pt 10

Longest part yet good grief. This was a part i had planned since the first post i made though so that makes sense.

1. Sonic dropped his cuffs on purpose if that wasn’t clear. He views it as better to hurt more and feel like himself than hurt less and not recognize himself in his reflection. (This is bad because if the inhibitors are not only helping with the pain but are also there to prevent his condition from worsening. Without them, his body starts to take the hit again.)

2, Tails knows that Sonic dropped his cuffs on purpose but won’t outright call him out on it. He is, however, upset with him because now Shadow is having to sacrifice himself just to keep him alive and Tails can’t be mad at Shadow because he’s literally just doing what’s necessary to keep Sonic from destroying himself. So it’s scolding for Sonic.

3. Usually Shadow and Sonic would do battle over this but Sonic has just done battle before the start of this comic and his inhibitor cuffs are off which means he is about as physically weak as he can get. So if you’re wondering why Shadow was able to just slap his inhibitors on Sonic without any trouble that’s why.

4. Sonic gets his first taste of watching someone else actively partake in self-destructive behaviour and not listen to him when he tries to talk them out of it. This does snap him out of some of the mental mess he’s in, and he will stop trying to actively damage himself. For now. Old habits die hard though.

[cuppajj]

Lily Saga warmup doodles!

[teaboot]

Sometimes at work it's not my place to tell people the things I want to say, and I find I often go home at the end of the rougher days to stand blankly in my shower and tell myself over and over what I wish I could pass on.

This accomplishes very little, and mostly just gives me a tension headache, but through it all I think I've narrowed myself down to a few solid things I'd like to tell people the most.

You can't change people. Not permanently, not for anythig. You can support them, encourage them, love them, give them tools and opportunities and resources, but you can't make them change. They can change themselves if they want to, but they have to want to, and they have to want it for themselves, because they're the only one that's certain to be with them forever.

For better or worse, you make your own choices, and blaming bad choices on others doesn't only work to absolve you of responsibility- it also robs you of control. Because if you say you only did something because I did something, then you arent only shifting blame- you're admitting that you cannot control yourself, that you cannot truly make choices for yourself, that other people can control you- and as long as you truly beleive that, you'll keep facing the same problems over and over. You'll keep letting others dictate your choices, because you'll beleive that they can, and you'll never be free.

White knights on horseback are from fairytales. Nobody can help you if ou're not willing to help yourself. To try, to put the dirty work in, to belive you're worth that effort- Act as though nobody is coming to save you. From a struggle, from pain, from bad relationships, from yourself. And when you do save yourself, because you will, because failure here isn't an option if you want to survive, you'll never find another dragon that can keep you prisoner.

Don't say anything to anyone that you wouldn't want them remembering forever.

Doing the right thing in bad circumstances is hard. It's the hardest thing. But if you make the choice to do that hard thing anyways, despite your fear, you'll go on the rest of your like knowing that you're the sort of person who did something.

The present only seems the hardest because the past I over and the future hasn't happened.

There's so much joy ahead of you, the kind you can't possibly understand until you see it yourself.

The responsibility of consequences is often disguised as the power of permission. "I won't do this if you help me", "I'll work on my anger if you do this for me", "I promised you I'd quit, but can I have just one?". The unspoken question is, "Can it be your fault if this goes badly?"

You cant make someone love you the way you need to be loved. Someone can love you very much and still be bad for you, even if you love them very much in return. Two people can love each other very, very much, and try their very best, and still be wrong for each other.

Sometimes being near to someone changes you, even in good ways, and the people you become don't fit together as well as the people you were.

Caring takes work. Even if it's real. Especially if it's real. And the most important gestures aren't the grand, poetic, songs-and-flowers-and-tears moments; they're getting out of bed even though you don't want to. Paying attention to things you don't enjoy. Scrubbing pans, or opening a window, saying "thank-you", or helping carry groceries into the house. The small things fill the big things- without the small, boring, mediocre things, big things feel hollow.

Thrre is honour and dignity in humble work.

If you are a cruel and spiteful person, then you will find every place you visit to be full of the same cruel, spiteful people. This is not because the world is as cruel as you, but because everywhere you are, you will be disliked. This is the curse that comes with being persistently cruel and spiteful.

If you are a kind and ppsitive person, you will repeatedly encounter kind and positive people, because as they grow familiar with you, they will be happier to have you near. This is the reward of being a kind and positive person.

When splitting paths with loved ones, briefly or forever, aim for your last words to always be "I love you".

[rox-of-iu]

one more batch of doodles from my PIDW fic because i finally finished it recently so of course silly doodles were a must.

also these are silly but the overall tone of the fic is more melancholic btw but i cant help drawing funny little guys you know me

[chimckenns]

Angel woke up with a start, their whole body shaken as they sat up. A hand flew to their mouth as they tried to breathe, but somehow couldn’t.

David. Their mate. His eyes lifeless as he lay in a pool of blood. His body in the midst of a flood of corpses. His blood on their hands as they tried to help him. The sound of his heart stilling. The feeling of his skin turning cold. The emptiness of the world now that his voice will no longer reach their ears.

They feel sick.

Angel couldn’t register their surroundings, overcome by an urge to run. Just run. Escape this reality. Get away and wake up somehow. It’s not real. It can’t be. They choked out a sob as they made their way to the door of their bedroom and stumbled out.

That is, until, a warm hand caught theirs.

“Angel?”

Their head whipped back, eyes wide and heart still thumping. It was David. He was still here. His hand felt warm and his voice rang in their heart.

They crumpled on the spot, the dam of tears broke and they cried. David had never seen them like this before, and it felt like a thousand blades to his heart. He quickly gathered them in his arms, catching them before they fell to the ground, and held them, rubbing their back as they hyperventilated.

“Shhh, I’m here. You’re safe.”

That made Angel cry even more, and David became distressed. He kept his hold on them, never letting go, but pulled back a little to look at their face, thumb wiping their nonstop tears.

A few minutes passed and Angel slowly calmed down, sobs reduced to hiccups.

“I… had a dream you died…in the inversion.” Angel couldn’t look at David. Some part of them thought that he’d disappear, and they didn’t know why.

“Oh, baby.” He placed his hand on their cheek and guided their gaze gently to look in his eyes.

“I’m here. I would never leave you.”

That wouldn’t be the last time they had that dream.

[dodgeball-of-apollo]

I never thought I’d see the day where dnd sold out MSG but here we are, and I was a part of it

I’m so glad that dnd has been such a uniting force that people from literally everywhere came together to chant, watch, and have fun

Thank you Dimension 20 and Dropout, but from the bottom of my heart thank you to everyone who loves Dnd, from the elders who have played since the 80s, to the newcomers who maybe haven’t even joined a campaign yet

Now I’m going to bed

[nautls11]

My card for the JRWI Deck of Many Things event on twitter! ft. the midnight circle <3

go check it out at @JRWIDeckOfMany on twt! all of the cards are so cool

[thereweredragonshere]

He looks like someone has just shown him a picture of their crush and he’s like “Girl what the fuck is that creature,”

[goffredos]

Joseph shuffled into the kitchen, his slippers scuffing against the tile floor.

Thomas stood at the counter, measuring coffee grounds with sleepy precision; the aroma of the freshly ground beans lingering in the air.

Wrapping his arms around Thomas's waist, Joseph nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Thomas leaned back, a content sigh escaping his lips.

"Morning, love," Joseph murmured, his voice still rough with sleep.

Thomas turned towards the other man; a warm smile spreading across his face. "Morning. Coffee?"

Joseph nodded, stealing a quick kiss before reaching for his mug.

and here's a close-up of their faces: (because they're soft™)

[midnightcmedia]

Four prisoners find themselves loosed upon a dying world. What is it that awaits them out there? Angels? Devils? Men? The first episode of 30 Candles is out now at Rolling Midnight wherever you listen to podcasts!

Art by Addie Lillard

[sophapop]

Let me hear your voice

[incorrect-upon-a-witchlight]

[terryberry2]

lord the things i would have done for another call of cthulhu campaign. grizzly i would give you my soul

[hyalinemin]

[drachenfalter]

Character: Gives a non-joke name.

Jacob: Immediately gets suspicious.