#sky is sleeping again

[wench-of-the-woods]

*sobs* my *heave* my b-baby boy...

Peep the stickmen downfall duo on the other side of the lake hahaha

ALSO, I made an extra because I can.

My headcanon is that Twi tans easily and Wild gets sunburnt because he doesn't wear sunscreen.

[shittybundaskenyer]

[kaddyssammlung]

Mood

[kiatnirans]

Are you going to the cafe next? Um... I don't think I am. I didn't bring my car today. How do you usually leave if you don't have your car? Motorcycle taxis. Taxis? The motorcycle taxis? Yeah.

YOUR SKY กี่หมื่นฟ้า (2024-2025) dir. Kla Nathawat Piyanonpong

coloring under the cut:

[raycatzdraws]

@theegh0st. So you know how I mistook your ghostie pfp as a bird? I took that and ran.

my skykid's taking you places.

[chillinglikeashilling]

I love love love the contrast between first Suvi and then Sworn extending care to Maddy as an untested young Wizard under harrowing circumstances vs. Indri taking on all of these young Witch apprentices with the express purpose of consuming/destroying them once they actually learn any magic.

I love the reminder that for Suvi, the Citadel is her home and school, and also all of the other things.

It's not just the army she's wanted to fight for, it's also the streets and people of her family and community, it's all her teachers, professors, the panel for her Wizard grad school thesis. It's the place where she did a bunch of stupid kid stuff that almost got her killed, and it's where whatever she's going to become with Silver started.

It's also the place that's crushing the life out of her best friend. It's the thing that Morrow was aiming for when he trapped Naram. It's the thing her parents died for instead of coming back to her.

And Indri, by very funny contrast, is just the world's worst Intern supervisor. 0/10 experience, would not get my magic consumed again. Just absolutely the worst.

[angelmush]

magenta smoothie 4 breakfast, vibrant vase of tulips 4 my gf, black dragon dog 4 sharing the couch with, and a big stack of notebooks 4 writing

[atlasas45]

I just realized that I haven't post AS' redesign here so here it is!! his redesign I made some times ago (with how his eyes looked like from an upcoming post !!) c:

+ older art of him that I was planning to post for his 4th Sky birthday but I got too busy then forgot about it, and just remembered about it while scrolling through my art folder 😔 he chill yeahh

[mumblesplash]

hi your sculk post has me frothing at the mouth

What if it WAS warm and comfortable and soft and cosy

What if it also smelled nice, released attaching pheromones like those pitcher plants do, or the goo tasted sweet to lure creatures in

What if it wasn't a smell so much as an absence of the dank musty cave air, and it was a welcome breath of something cosy and comforting that just made you want to curl up and sleep

And then the sculk is soft underfoot, and it feels like it might be wet and slimy but it's actually kind of velvety, in that slightly coarse alive way that a living animal is soft and warm

And you're so tired from mining and exploring and damn wouldn't it be nice to just have a lie down and rest for a bit

And it's so soft and comforting, a bit weird but getting more agreeable by the second

Wouldn't it be nice to just.... Rest your eyes, and your legs.... And everything..... And just sleep.....

OH THE THING ABOUT THE SMELL IS SO GOOD

i really love the idea of it just smelling distinctly like Nothing, or just fresh air, you know that smell when you’re outside on a clear night in the summer and it’s almost-warm but not quite, that’s a smell you’d probably really miss after a long enough time underground

also the sculk does this hypnotic little animation where the little bright parts flicker in waves that could be part of the calming effect as well

but like YEAH the more i think about the more i'm into the idea that dormant sculk would be comforting. sculk not only eats the essence of formerly-living things, it grows in the shape of the places it spreads to. if you think of a more typical concept of an overgrown post-apocalyptic city you probably imagine lots of disruption, trees and vines widening cracks in streets and buildings crumbling, but sculk doesn't do that. your home could be completely eaten and it would still be standing there, you could still walk inside. and chances are that's on purpose

[mushroomskykid]

Reference sheet for Mushroom, Prince, Beans and Red.

[nebulatrifid]

HC that Viktor doesn't actually spend nights in the lab, he is just really bad at coming up with excuses (see "this isn't my bedroom") and keeps telling Sky he'll be sleeping in the lab because he can't come up with anything better.

Like he could have just said "No, sorry still have a lot of work to do, won't be leaving anytime soon." but instead he goes full stop "I actually am not going to leave the lab at all tonight. Because I will be sleeping here. Like I slept here yesterday when you asked. And probably tomorrow too. I actually never leave the lab Sky. I live here. That is why we cannot walk home. This is my home."

[that-howling-sky-kid]

Sky fest concert was INSANE 😂 (Also found the tiny @locallygrowndaikon)

Also me after the concert:

[odetoalostpairofkeys]

All of Mixolydian's Moths!

One big happy family :D

Sky Research Notebook entry under the cut (My Narrator's thoughts on this group)

MIXOLYDIAN’S MOTHS [25F]

This is obviously the best group there is. 

Mixolydian and Aeolian were both taught by the same musician, and they continue that tradition of music. Mixolydian enjoys adopting moths, guiding them through the realms and up to Eden. After that, if they stick around, she’ll bring them back to the Valley House to meet the rest of the siblings. Aeolian teaches everyone how to play instruments and read music, and some music theory if they’re interested. 

Aeolian pretends not to like moths, but he does have a heart. Otherwise he would’ve fed Capo and Coda to the krill long ago!

Mixolydian and Aeolian both work closely with Performance Guide and the Crabs, and we often have concerts at the Theater (which reminds me, I need to go practice. Or find a better hiding spot than last time). As I said before, Mixo’s Moths also join the pit for performances. Aeolian requires everyone to do it at least once.

Aeolian and Mixolydian go on candle runs somewhat frequently, sometimes inviting the others too and sometimes not. They also go to Eden, and then on a short winged light run after that. After going on a candle run or Eden run with just the two of them, Mixolydian gathers everyone who is at the Valley House and shows off trinkets and treasures she found, telling a story to go with each one and then giving it to someone. It’s become enough of a thing that those at the Valley House will go and alert the ones who aren’t there that Mixo’s coming back soon so no one misses it. The others will use these treasures for betting against each other on when Mixo will get a new moth, or what the next show at the Theater will be, or other stupid stuff like that. It's become a bit of a currency among us, which is fascinating to me

Oh, and how could I forget? Each one of Mixo’s Moths has a musical name. I think it’s very fitting.

Leader(s): Mixolydian, Aeolian

Main Area: Valley House

Members (as of Season of Moments): Timbre, Marcato, Treble, Pianissimo, Melody, Harmony, Capo, Coda, Clef, Fortissimo, Purple (Crescendo)

[sunfloweraro]

Stormy Nights

Wind and Bunny both hate storms. Tonight, Wind’s overprotective older brother instincts (mostly) win out.

Tagging: @thatonecrazysidekick @tiredgaytheatrekid <3

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Once he had shucked his sopping wet day clothes, strung them out to dry, and thrown on his comfortable pyjamas, Wind settled by the fire, inching a little closer when lightning lit up the room. Maybe, if he pushed himself close enough, the crackle and warmth and light of the fire would banish the storm from where it crawled over his shoulders and pierced his memories.

Another boom. Wind flinched, squeezing his eyes shut against the painful memories pressing up against the backs of his eyelids. Tried to focus on the warmth and the crackle of the fire washing over him and not the hard wooden floorboards of the ship swaying beneath him and—

A small sound. Wind looked up, curious. At some point, Twilight had dropped Bunny off beside him to dry and settle. Alone, Bunny shook like a leaf in a gale. He had curled up into a tight, likely painful ball, his face pressed down into his front paws and his eyes squeezed shut, just as Wind’s had been seconds ago. Another soft sound—a cry from Bunny, weak and whimpering.

Wind gasped, understanding washing over him.

“Hey,” Wind said, just loud enough to be heard over the storm. “Everything alright, Bunny?”

Bunny’s head whipped up. He stared at Wind with wide violet eyes, glistening with unshed tears, and Wind’s heart twisted. He had never seen an animal cry before.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” He shifted closer, but didn’t yet touch Bunny. He had seen the bandages on Warriors’ hand, had seen the nasty wound left behind by Bunny’s teeth. “Are you scared of the storm, little guy?”

Another boom of thunder that Wind barely noticed under his heavy concern for the rabbit. Bunny, however, let out a cry, scurrying closer to Wind and burying his face in Wind’s leg, hiding away.

“Aw, that’s okay,” Wind murmured. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Do you mind if I…” Carefully, he set a hand over Bunny’s shaking back. When Bunny leaned into his touch, he swept the rabbit up into his arms, cradling him close and pressing Bunny’s little face into his shoulder. “There you go. I’ve got you. I’ll keep you safe.” Under his comfort, Bunny’s shakes began to settle quickly, and Wind understood Hyrule and Twilight’s infatuation with their newest member—Bunny was so soft and perfect to cuddle, and if his older brother protectiveness was running this high after mere minutes of interacting with the rabbit, then he could only imagine how whipped the other two were. And as Bunny heaved a sigh and relaxed completely into him, Wind knew he could die for this sweet little rabbit.

Lost in soothing Bunny as he was, Wind wasn’t prepared for another booming crack of thunder. He jumped with a soft eep!, head whipping around, wide eyes fixated on the outside world. With no doors in the stable, he could see the pounding rain, the world lit up by strikes of lightning. Fear turned in his chest. His breaths quickened.

Bunny let out a whine.

Immediately, Wind loosened his hold on the poor rabbit. “Sorry, sorry. Guess the storm startled me. Are you alright? That was a big one.”

Bunny was watching him thoughtfully, calm as ever under Wind’s comfort. He had been told Bunny was a little more intelligent that most beasts, but Wind hadn’t expected for the rabbit to be staring at him with genuine concern in his eyes.

That wasn’t any normal animal. Not even Wolfie seemed to understand to this degree, though Wind had his suspicions about the wolf.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Wind said, rather than the millions of questions in the back of his mind. “I’ll keep you safe tonight, okay? I promise. You can always come to me if this happens again—there’s no shame in asking for help.”

Bunny nodded slowly, another pebble on the ever-growing pile of Wind’s questions. But for tonight, with the raging storm outside, he would leave it be. He had a new friend to keep safe.

And if he comforted himself in the process, well then, no one else needed to know.

[chicago-geniza]

I'm so glad @sophelstien is reading about my baby boy SHLOYMELE because it means I get to share all my favorite AN-SKY FACTS all over again!!!!!!

[binah-beloved]

in Lobotomy Corporation, Binah's kisses are fleeting.

mere brushes against the top of your head, over your cheeks. appearing briefly before pulling away, quiet as a whisper. she fears breaking you, see. thinks she could damage you as she's damaged all others who crossed her path before. Arbiters do not know softness, gentle touches. it's you who cups her cheeks, peppering tiny pecks across her face and over each of her scars until she's sitting silently, her head leaning into your hands and tears dripping from closed eyes. never does anyone see Binah cry. rarely do you- rarely. not never. Binah allows herself to cry around and with you, always quiet and always steady.

Binah finally can return the favor in the Library, now as the Patron of Philosophy. when she awakens she immediately moves to find you, flipping through the various books until her fingers glide over your name, embossed in silver. her arms pull you into an embrace while you're still blinking away the heavy sleep. but you're wide awake the moment she begins pressing gentle kisses against your skin, just as you would for her, covering your cheeks and forehead and the very tip of your nose. the final one lands tenderly on your lips as she gazes at you. here, real, with her. right now, she doesn't care if her other subordinates see her. let them see. she's spent so long in silence. so Binah presses her forehead with yours and welcomes you to the Library, the Floor of Philosophy, home.