#support: sin

[second-sunstone]

At some point, Sin does have to ask himself when exactly it was that he simply stopped caring.

He's heard a lot of stories over the course of the night: Students, professors, and even fellow Knights getting into shouting matches, physical brawls, and general revelry which range from "annoying" to "wildly inappropriate".

...Sin, by contract and association, is a Knight of Seiros. His duty here is to maintain order here. But how can he do so — And, indeed how should be expected to care about doing so — When the Knights seem to have lost all control on the ground?

So, at some point in the night, Sin supposes he was simply done with it all. In the end, he is but a mercenary, and he professes loyalty to the Silver Wolf alone — Not the Captain, not the Archbishop. Let the sworn Knights handle the mess they've made, unless they'd like to pay him to care on their behalf.

...That being said, somewhat quickly after the little outburst, Sin realizes that it does leave him bereft of anything to actually do with himself.

So, that is what led him to a quiet part of the estate, a drink clutched tightly in his hand, left paralyzed on the sand. He is vaguely aware of someone else here, someone Sin only knows as the absolute titan of a man he had seen weaving through crowds here and there, but he pays him little mind.

He... He won't be here for long. Only so he can collect himself.

Cormag hovers awkwardly. He sips, every now and then, at a glass that is rapidly emptying.

When the punch is gone, he will truly have nothing to do with himself.

But that hasn't happened quite yet. For the moment, he can hide behind the sparse cover of the dainty glass, and steal glances at the equally-stiff gent sitting in the sand.

There's a kind of kinship there, he thinks. That spurs him on--he approaches, smiles with his back teeth still grinding away.

And then he's within spitting distance, and he realizes he's got no idea what to say. He's never seen this man before: doesn't know if he's a student or a Knight or what-have-you. What they have in common, besides being stiff.

He hates these kinds of things.

He decides, at length, that it's best to be honest.

"I hate these kinds of things," he says, sinking to his knees in the sand. "I was a knight, back home, but not the... not the dancing kind. That was my brother."

He sighs, distant and wistful. Now he's fouled it up.

"I mean... it's tough. I get why you're hiding out here, I do."

[lucy-stone]

something that was not meant to be is done, and this is the start of what was.

(lineart and close-up under the cut)

[sinful-godde]

I got you baby.

[ajoure]

[AU]

CW SUGGESTIVE ⚠️

something with harleith again, boys can't keep their hands off each other

also @archaospetryx hii I have more White for you <3

Wish gay people were real 😔

[doyouevenliftbrooo]

Pearl Shoals doesn’t remind her of home in the slightest— in fact, it feels stuffy compared to the inviting fields of Firene, filled with towering mansions and ostentatious decorations that look gaudy more than they complement the architecture around them. There’s a couple of homes that look better than others, and this one in particular is one that she can appreciate, as it immediately catches her attention for one reason and one reason only: its garden. Some of the flowers behind the bushes remind her of those that grew in her village, and it takes little effort for her to vault over the hedge in order to bring herself closer to the target of her interest— gently, with the utmost care, her hand cups one of the tulips as a smile stretches out across her face; how long had it been since she had visited her parents? Her sister? She’s spent years in Alfred’s service at this point, rarely finding time to indulge in more private matters as opposed to maintaining her status as his ever-loyal retainer. She misses home. She’s found a new family in the Divine One and her allies, but it’ll never be the same as her flesh and blood she’s left behind in favor of duty. As much as she’d like to reminisce, though, a vicious snarl tears her from her reverie in rather rude fashion; emerald eyes glance upward just in time to see a twisted body launch in her direction, and thankfully she’s deft enough to quickly hop out of its way, a yelp of surprise escaping in the process. “W-what the hell?” She manages to choke out as she remains crouched, every muscle in her body tensed in preparation for throwing her weight in the opposite direction of wherever her assailant decides to strike. Yet… it’s not human, that much she could tell in the way it moved— A… dog? Etie knows well enough what a hound looks like, thank you, but this isn’t it. Its spine is curved at an awkward angle, legs stunted and the way it bares its teeth with a short snout makes her almost feel sorry for it. She’d rather not be responsible for someone’s pet being hurt, and so she offers a confident hand in its direction, voice low and as soothing as she can possibly make it. “Hey, buddy… I’m not here to hurt you, okay? We can be friends. But only if you stop growling!” Dogs needed a firm word sometimes, right? They listened if you asserted yourself over them, and perhaps she could- Nope. Absolutely not. It stalks forward with narrowed eyes, the docked tail lashing with every movement. Etie takes a step back with every one that it takes forward, feeling sweat beading at her brow. She takes a deep breath, steadies herself… and books it in the opposite direction, searching for a gap in the hedge to easily vault through. “Come on, come on….!”

@chryssaetos

no big dogs allowed. guess they arent fw me

w/ @chryssaetos

[windywallflower]

Hey!! So we're getting ready to launch a new crowdfunding campaign for some sweeeeet pins! Instead of on Kickstarter it's going to be over on Backerkit Crowdfunding!

You can click the link above for More Deets but essentially we're designing a series based on the 7 deadly sins because what are we if not obsessed with a funky little theme~

Here are the pin designs we have so far (can u guess who is which is which)?

(you can also just click the link above and find out which is which too--)

[monochromeia]

nobody told me when I started reading mtmte that I would watch rodimus become Jesus

[heavy-draw]

Well, Lukas has already wiped the floor with her on more than one occasion tonight, and she's quite certain that with a loss that heavy, there's little chance of her redeeming herself. But with a new beginning comes new opportunities-- settling in with a drink and her trusty deck of cards, she motions for Sin to take a seat across from her. "Good news for you. You don't have to be good to win. It's all about the luck of the draw." (Yeah, she'd know a lot about that, wouldn't she?) There's another familiar mop of hair that seems to be lingering and looking awfully bored... and so she glances over her shoulder to wave in Jeralt's direction as well. She knows him well enough to know that he's looking for any sort of distraction to pass time; they're both soldiers through and through, a stuffy party doesn't suit either of their tastes. Especially not one so noisy, even if there is alcohol flowing freely. "Hey. You look bored. Come spice things up for us over here, yeah?" Shamir doesn't wait for a response before dealing out 2 cards to herself, to Sin, and then to a blank spot that she's reserved for the former Captain. This time, in contrast to the last few games she's played... she doesn't flip her cards over just yet. Maybe that's why she's been having bad luck-- she's been going first. No harm in switch it up, right? "Have at it, boys. Take your pick of who takes it away." @bladebrecher @chryssaetos

ah shit. here we go again

toaball2025 cont. from here

[beatbizzle]

Look....... I'm seeing all these Trump Voters express that they now regret voting for this mf, and I also see all the people being petty and laughing in their faces.

I know I will never trust these individuals again. I know I will never allow them into my space, but I also know that adversity and hardship are some of the only consequences that can lead to actual change, especially if the people they thought were their enemy show them the compassion their own ilk have denied them.

Some people cannot afford to be empathetic to their oppressors, and that is okay. Understandable even. Dare I say even justifiable.

But if you truly care for humanity as a whole, then you should understand that at our very core, people deserve kindness and compassion when their own choices have knocked them onto their knees.

You do not have to be the one to give them a space, but you do have to at the very least let them know that you are fighting for them, and have ALWAYS been fighting for them.

A quote i think fits this moment:

"Just because you lost me as a friend doesn't mean you gained me as an enemy. I'm bigger than that. I still wanna see you eat, just not at my table." - Tupac

We are all bigger than that.

[desaturatedhelll]

ghost ghouls art dump (+ my SoS OC)

did some designs for the ghoulettes! sunny and mist are on the at way 🖤

also drew tempest whom i love! i deffo think she's an animal whisperer who loves butterflies...

and finally my beloved Valentina, my fav sister of sin oc ever 🙏🖤 and yes she does sleep in a coffin

[etz-ashashiyot]

While my strong, vocal support for Ukraine remains unchanged and I believe it is unambiguously morally correct, I will say that there is something of a bitter pill embedded in it for me as a Jew who is very close to another Jew whose whole family had to flee Ukraine with her as a child because a combination of having the wrong surnames and being Jews meant they could not safely and successfully stay there. And like. She was born there. She still identifies as Ukrainian and has been devastated the last three years over the suffering of her people. She has been a vocal opponent of Putin and of Russian imperialism.

And at the same time, the reason she's here in the US and isn't fluent in Ukrainian is because she was too Jewish to be a "real" Ukrainian (despite the Soviets having forced her family to give up their Jewish religious practices and her having to learn everything as an adult.)

[second-sunstone]

For a moment, it feels as though everything stops. The world thins, and Cormag sees only the idle--purposeful?--fidgeting of fingers underneath the man's strong arm. Like there's something there, something that pains him just a little.

That leaves red marks in tender skin, just the same as Cormag has...

Cormag cannot help but blink, but chase the breath that judders from his fettered lungs.

"I-I am Cormag," he says, before thought, before judgment. "What is your name?"

What were you born into?

Are you the same as me?

And then the world is full again--the sand, the distant reverie, the thunder-charge that gathers in the air.

"'Pologies. I don't mean to--to pry."

His jaw is set hard. His breath is racing, heaving underneath the cloth that binds him.

He turns, it pains him! to turn away from the only kindred spirit he's ever, ever met.

"I'll... get you that drink, yeah?"

two words - "whatever comes."

(continued from here)

[biomic]

sachika's on the ground reporting

[king-lena]

i just wrote a whole post on how david and roger’s perception of each other ultimately led to their downfall and it started off as like a paragraph of surface level observations and somehow morphed into an essay length analysis that i can’t possibly justify posting 😭 i did kind of cook tho ngl i’m proud of her

[girzapata6]

Torbek el muchacho de los ojos tristes

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[artmaha]

A little bit of Valeria Garza in the form of a mermaid 🌕