#eph

[jemtokall]

Short lived

[artofloof]

Day 5: illusion

illusion of winning

[wearily-confused]

☕☕ day 2 of

✨ no coffee✨

[ladytrist]

Okay so I just finished reading the mid-season finale of Purple Hyacinth.

I’m proud to say that I will never know peace🪻🩸

Thanks a lot soph and eph.

Anyway…I need webtoon recommendations please ASAP

[artmindmachine]

"It’s a simple exchange, I will restore your eyesight better than it was and in return you bring me anything I ask for."

[saamdream669]

Uraaaa, I've finished the Epha

Pu pu pu

I finally finished painting the Epha and made it brighter, wings smaller, tail shorter, horns merged with the face, added ears to show that he was like a man, well, and made his hands the color of the skin

Yes, I redid the nose, I like this one more and added boobs to it, not well, now

And by the way, in general he wears clothes, I was just too lazy to draw it, and in fact, in such a way as on the ref, he should have a pussy there, but I'm even as lazy as tt to draw all this, and for this, such a yes

And so he wears clothes

[icondumpspot]

I love this cute lineless look and the color options ! I really like when these things let you pick different colors for parts of the hair and I'm such a sucker for the long ears lol

[inheavensembrace]

29 Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers.

Ephesians 4:29, KJV

[ephcontractor]

[elancholia]

Starting with Latin “Mōrbius”.

...

I tried and got to PIE *mr̥dʰyós.

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Proto-Germanic murdijaz > Old English myrde > English mird Proto-Celtic mridyos > Old Irish mride > Irish mroí

Glad I still visit Reddit occasionally.

[jemtokall]

I wanted to try drawing expressions from those emoji/expression formats for my ships Draine (Data-Riku/Blaine) and Reph (Repliku/Ephemera)

[wearily-confused]

here i was looking for a song to listen to and get hit with

Baby wtf

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

“Even when we’re apart, our hearts are always connected. Don’t forget that.”

Finally fulfilling my years long dream of making a station of awakening for my best boy 🥹❤️

Thank you very much to @catraears for their template!

[ ✿ Please do not reupload/edit/use without proper credit or linking back ✿]

[shittymspaintart]

made in 2017 with love 💕

[goldensunset]

i’m thinking thinking how like… it’s sad how so little information about daybreak town, the foretellers, the keyblade war, and the dandelions has survived to this day. it’s probably bc there were just so few people left immediately following daybreak’s destruction who would’ve possibly known anything that could be passed on. i mean ephemer basically had to take care of refounding a society and passing on precepts singlehandedly

and like while it could just be that a lot of historical information was lost over the generations in scala, i also feel like when the entire society basically worships ephemer, they’re gonna take good care to keep tabs on everything he says and writes. so did he just not say a lot? was he uncomfortable with going into detail about the truth of the war and daybreak’s destruction? the friends he once knew? was he trying to bury his pain and let his memories be lost to history?

point is like there should be an easy way for ventus, skuld (if she is subject x), lauriam and elrena (if she doesn’t already know lol) to remember who they are. like it should be as simple as finding some historical records somewhere. but either ephemer like took his painful secrets and memories to his grave, the worlds are so scattered and broken up that that information simply isn’t present anymore. either that or a whole lot of modern-day people are gatekeeping the knowledge from others for dubious purposes (like xemnas, xigbar, possibly eraqus himself)

plus, it’s not entirely just ephemer who would’ve known things. brain shows up a few centuries later with information from the age of fairytales fresh in his mind since no time has passed for him. and luxu of course has surely been hanging around the entire time, but i’m guessing wouldn’t want to share much information with anyone on purpose

however, there is surviving information in the modern day about the age of fairytales that almost certainly could’ve only come from luxu. such as the lost masters allegedly having crossed over into unreality (<- what yen sid says in melody of memory) or the concept of the ‘true darknesses’ that overtook them (<- what odin says to vidar) ephemer might have figured out the concept of ‘true darkness’ based on the ending of ux but he wouldn’t have been able to determine anything about the numbers, nor would he know that that’s what happened to the foretellers.

so! luxu might have told all that stuff to someone himself in scala (including eph himself) or he might’ve told brain back in daybreak town. but for sure he played a hand in passing down select relevant information. but not all of it. quite interesting

[and-stir-the-stars]

Ephe's 15 minute scribbles (in which i set a 15 minute timer and write as much as I can, the quality of which be damned.)

It didn’t matter that it had been almost two months since Evan came home from the hospital. 

When Michael ducked into his room, Evan put his head down. 

When Michael inched closer to his bed, Evan leaned away.

When Michael’s shadow cast over him, blocking all the light as Mike finally came to stop, Evan flinched. 

He didn’t meet his big brother’s eye. His fingers just clenched desperately in his triangle-covered white bedsheets, pretending the cloth was a comforting hand to squeeze. 

“I’m sorry,” Mike whispered. 

Evan had heard those two words so many times in the last two months that he didn’t quite know what they meant anymore. 

Ev rocked back and forth– slightly, ever so slightly, the movements so small that he hoped Mikey wouldn’t notice– but said nothing. 

“I see you sometimes. Looking in the mirror.” 

Mike’s voice continued on. 

“I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry. I know you hate it, what you look like. What I did to you.” 

Evan’s trembling fingers tightened even more on his blankets. 

“I don’t know how many more times you need me to say it. I’ll say it forever and ever, okay?” 

There was a Fazbear song that went something like that, a dim, distant voice in Evan’s head whispered. Not the sorry bit. The forever bit.

Hey everybody, put the radio on; time to throw our troubles away, hey-hey! Forever and ever and ever; forever and ever and ever…

Michael could say sorry forever and ever and ever if he wanted. It wouldn’t do any good. Evan would never be able to know if he really meant it, no matter how many times he said it.

It would never undo what had happened. 

“I know you think you look ugly…” 

~

Evan’s bleary eyes blinked into the distance as his hands floated up to his too-light head. His fingers went to run through his curls, to twirl the lock of hair that was forever plastered onto his forehead, but his hair was gone. Only small little bits of stubble pricked his fingertips between jagged lines of flesh criss-crossing his scalp. 

“Where’s my hair?” The kid slurred, and his mumbled words quickly drowned in tears. “I’ll look ugly without my hair!”

Tears cascaded down Evan’s face. 

He didn’t yet know about the scars all over his head. 

After that, no one wanted to tell him.

In the end, a doctor had to do it.

~

“I-I can make it better, Ev, I swear.” 

Evan’s heart stopped beating. It went still in his chest as a blast of ice water shot through his veins and chilled his heart into a frozen lump. 

Make it better? How? How could Mikey possibly do that? 

Out of the corner of Evan’s eye, the dark outline that was his big brother moved. 

Evan flinched again, waiting for a sharp spike of pain as his brother pinched him. Waiting for Mikey to tug on his hair– what hair? You lost it!. Waiting for Mike to hit and punch and scratch. Waiting for the explosion of pain in his head as Fredbear’s teeth chomped down…

Mikey didn’t do any of that. 

When Evan dared to look up, he saw Mike’s hand extended out toward him in offering, a mask clenched tightly between his fingers. 

Evan’s mouth went dry, but he quickly realized it wasn’t Mike’s usual mask. 

There was no red in sight. 

The mask was pure white, like snow, like hospital bedsheets, except for the eyeholes and the great big smile across its muzzle. 

It wasn’t a fox, either. 

It was a bear. 

A white bear. 

“It’s dumb, I-I know.” Michael choked on each word, so bad that Evan could barely make out what he was saying. “But my m-mask– it– it h-helped me, okay? It helped, looking in the mirror and being able to– to see Foxy instead of me. And, w-with this– you d-don’t have to look in the mirror like that ever again.”