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foxification of a sky kid? skykidification of a fox?

anyways fluffy paws uheuehhsuaue

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Born from the same light💫

I am so excited about Two Embers! Can’t wait for the season and animation as well. I already can sense how tragic both storylines are.

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finally some good dailies (don't do anything and admire the scenery for 1 minute straight)

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*throws this here with absolutely no context*

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some tsadis

bonus with absolutely no context:

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went through my art tag and actually managed to notice mistakes in most stuff up to mid-may! progress yey

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“i’m scared of losing you” but they’ve never even kissed.

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Prompt #1196

"Why would you do that, that is stupid!"

"And stupid would be very on brand for me. Have you never met me before?"

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Alef is no child now. No adolescent, even. Only a few years have passed since the time they — or, rather, rumours of them — first entered Samekh's life. Only a few years have passed, but Alef is basically an adult now. While Samekh themselves have barely noticed any change in their own age. This is what you get for being friends with a mortal, the twins suppose.

you can read the fic here or below the cut

Samekh remember hearing the news of a child having passed the Trials. They remember the commotion and the rumours, all the running around and all the meetings.

They recall seeing the kid for the first time ever at the coronation, them tripping on the way and Samekh snorting at that. They remember the few occasions on which they met afterwards, the child being nothing special and, frankly speaking, a bit of a disappointment.

They recollect that weird expression on the face of the already-adolescent, and then the spark they once caught a glimpse of during one of the meetings. And that spark was important. It marked a change. A new beginning. A new star starting to form.

Alef is no child now. No adolescent, even. Only a few years have passed since the time they — or, rather, rumours of them — first entered Samekh's life. Only a few years have passed, but Alef is basically an adult now. While Samekh themselves have barely noticed any change in their own age.

This is what you get for being friends with a mortal, the twins suppose.

They see Alef grow up, can point out the way the difference in height between all of them has altered. They see it, and it scares them just how fast the time flies by.

The second coronation comes soon, a lot sooner than Samekh would like it to. It is Alef's turn to say what they want, to make requests and to check that all goes according to plan. At the ceremony, they walk with their back straightened, a broad smile on their face and a glint in their eyes. They do not trip, do not stutter — instead, they shine. As bright as a star. As bright as a supernova.

Their movements are elegant and graceful, their promises loud, and if Samekh had been told a couple years ago Alef would ever look like this, they would not have believed it.

"It'd take them at least two centuries," they would have joked.

But Alef — Resh — cannot live for two centuries. So, instead, they cram as many things into their short mortal lifetime as they possible can before they... well...

And then they grow distant. It does not happen overnight, but it is still too fast for Samekh's liking. Resh may be thinking things are changing gradually, but the twins know that is not the case. They have been alive for more than thrice as long as the King has — they have not seen anything happen as fast as this.

But then again, everything is happening fast now. It is part of their thing, too: all must be as bright and quick as the lightning, because otherwise, nothing will ever occur.

Mortals have such short lifespans!

Samekh pretend they do not see the change, do not notice the pace of it. Resh is a lot older than them now — not in terms of numbers, perhaps, but in terms of stages of life. The Ruler looks taller than the two, and Samekh fear there might be wrinkles starting to appear on that face — though, for better or for worse, they cannot know it: it has been a long time since Resh last took off their mask.

Dressed in black and hiding their eyes, irritable and grumpy, they resemble a dying star. A black hole. Taking things away and not giving anything in return. Not emitting any light, not anymore.

"Half a century is not much," other Elders used to say to Samekh when they were young and confused about the passage of time. Half a century is not much, they have come to realise after spending twice as long in this world.

Half a century is far too little, they think as they tear off their epaulettes and walk away. Half a century is not enough time to have, as they see something happen at the horizon, something that should not have happened under any circumstances.

It is ridiculous how little Resh lived for — and how much they did in this short period of time. How much they undid. How much they took away, only to disappear themself like a nebula dissolving in the skies with nothing to leave in its wake but emptiness.

That is what you get for being friends with a mortal, the twins suppose.

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*sighs dreamily* what a fucking weirdo

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Alef is no child now. No adolescent, even. Only a few years have passed since the time they — or, rather, rumours of them — first entered Samekh's life. Only a few years have passed, but Alef is basically an adult now. While Samekh themselves have barely noticed any change in their own age. This is what you get for being friends with a mortal, the twins suppose.

you can read the fic here or below the cut

Samekh remember hearing the news of a child having passed the Trials. They remember the commotion and the rumours, all the running around and all the meetings.

They recall seeing the kid for the first time ever at the coronation, them tripping on the way and Samekh snorting at that. They remember the few occasions on which they met afterwards, the child being nothing special and, frankly speaking, a bit of a disappointment.

They recollect that weird expression on the face of the already-adolescent, and then the spark they once caught a glimpse of during one of the meetings. And that spark was important. It marked a change. A new beginning. A new star starting to form.

Alef is no child now. No adolescent, even. Only a few years have passed since the time they — or, rather, rumours of them — first entered Samekh's life. Only a few years have passed, but Alef is basically an adult now. While Samekh themselves have barely noticed any change in their own age.

This is what you get for being friends with a mortal, the twins suppose.

They see Alef grow up, can point out the way the difference in height between all of them has altered. They see it, and it scares them just how fast the time flies by.

The second coronation comes soon, a lot sooner than Samekh would like it to. It is Alef's turn to say what they want, to make requests and to check that all goes according to plan. At the ceremony, they walk with their back straightened, a broad smile on their face and a glint in their eyes. They do not trip, do not stutter — instead, they shine. As bright as a star. As bright as a supernova.

Their movements are elegant and graceful, their promises loud, and if Samekh had been told a couple years ago Alef would ever look like this, they would not have believed it.

"It'd take them at least two centuries," they would have joked.

But Alef — Resh — cannot live for two centuries. So, instead, they cram as many things into their short mortal lifetime as they possible can before they... well...

And then they grow distant. It does not happen overnight, but it is still too fast for Samekh's liking. Resh may be thinking things are changing gradually, but the twins know that is not the case. They have been alive for more than thrice as long as the King has — they have not seen anything happen as fast as this.

But then again, everything is happening fast now. It is part of their thing, too: all must be as bright and quick as the lightning, because otherwise, nothing will ever occur.

Mortals have such short lifespans!

Samekh pretend they do not see the change, do not notice the pace of it. Resh is a lot older than them now — not in terms of numbers, perhaps, but in terms of stages of life. The Ruler looks taller than the two, and Samekh fear there might be wrinkles starting to appear on that face — though, for better or for worse, they cannot know it: it has been a long time since Resh last took off their mask.

Dressed in black and hiding their eyes, irritable and grumpy, they resemble a dying star. A black hole. Taking things away and not giving anything in return. Not emitting any light, not anymore.

"Half a century is not much," other Elders used to say to Samekh when they were young and confused about the passage of time. Half a century is not much, they have come to realise after spending twice as long in this world.

Half a century is far too little, they think as they tear off their epaulettes and walk away. Half a century is not enough time to have, as they see something happen at the horizon, something that should not have happened under any circumstances.

It is ridiculous how little Resh lived for — and how much they did in this short period of time. How much they undid. How much they took away, only to disappear themself like a nebula dissolving in the skies with nothing to leave in its wake but emptiness.

That is what you get for being friends with a mortal, the twins suppose.

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Two embers and other sky stuff

(third pic inspired by @pathological-runaway s fic (I love it please keep posting))

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*sighs dreamily* what a fucking weirdo

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me: what if this scene was just. so so tender. painfully tender. emotionally violent in the softest way possible

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i wonder how samekh feel about what happens basically in their yard every two hours

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damn why do samekh have a fucking merry go round here

went to see the concert. and by concert i mean. wind barriers

that's what i get for being an exporer apparently