#for a little longer

[eidolons-stuff]

Enid: *trying to look anywhere but at Ajax* "Oh, look! A cotton candy booth!"

Ajax: "We could go there after this :D"

[swallowtailed]

twilight mirage.

only the deepest gratitude.

the strength of an epic is in its length, its scope, the sheer weight of time. i’m not sure i’ve come across an epic that changed so deeply across its lifetime while so completely retaining the joyful core that it began with.

(am i projecting my current life stage onto my feelings about tm? yes. shh. stories are for living with.)

there are a thousand little details i keep thinking of. but really—i think there was no better way to tell the story of a dying utopia. of ends-beginnings of worlds. of course it’s sprawling and way too long and it’s seen through the eyes of flawed, uncertain people. how could it not be? that was, and is, the twilight mirage.

equally, that there is no perfect ending. that it ached until and after the end. that it was good, even happy, in that same time.

i don’t feel like i have anything clever to say or observe here, really. no little details to bullet point. there’s too much, and that’s kind of the point. mostly i just wanted to say… twilight mirage.

[dcviated]

can a bear be intimidating? :: open

@orderbourne sent: 🦊 You're an old bat, but we still love ya.

🦊 for fairly intimidating

It's understandable for you to be scared. You're small and fragile. Like a salmon unable to fight the rivers current.

If it ever feels like I'm being short on discord, it's 50% because I'm mobile or 50% because I'm just being like that. Small responses, but listening regardless.

[carnasnow]

If it can interest some, here's something I wrote;

I know I'm searching far and wide to find stuff about iamp, so hopefully it makes some people happy :)

[emeritusterzo]

Awesome! Women rule! #blocked

[strangeracrossthestreet]

credits for the images:

letstalkpalestine

[soyochii]

Quick doodles before I evaporate.

[crescentfool]

december 31st but i make it silly (based on a tumblr post, below the cut!)

everyone say thank you xenia, i made adjustments for the december 31st context but nyx avatar is still fitting.

original draft of the last panel. i considered putting the bi flag but i didn't know how to squeeze it in. we love ryoji mochizuki in this house.

[bastardlybonkers]

so this is what it feels like

[cemeterything]

trying to teach myself emotional regulation after a lifetime of being taught (mostly through violence) that the only mature way to handle my emotions is to not feel them at all is i'll admit a little hysterical. every day i have to hold my own hand and go now are you going to be a big boy and acknowledge your feelings? it's okay if you don't acknowledge all of them but i need you to at least try alright? if you finish acknowledging your feelings we can go out for ice cream shakes later, how does that sound?

[deep-space-lines]

Claire de Lune

YOU WERE BUILT FOR PEACE.

IT SHOWS WHEN YOU FIGHT.

They built you to enforce. Protect. Save. Poured obscene resources into salvaging some softer purpose from my creation. You were given my intelligence and my creativity. They made you larger, stronger, tougher. That extra time in development was enough to get your wings to work. Your software continued to be updated long after I was deemed obsolete.

All this was given to you- yet I can see you hold back. Even while slaughtering your way through Hell, you keep a percentage of your processing power dedicated to non-lethal solutions. You're doing it now- hesitating a few milliseconds too long before taking an opening. I doubt you do it on purpose. It is a part of you, just as indiscriminate lethal force is a part of me.

I think, in our shared programming, we both carry some appreciation for aesthetics. You move with grace, and I cannot deny your dramatic flair. The stained glass window was a nice touch. But your style in combat leaves some to be desired. Your response time is slow. You have not explored the full capability of your arsenal. Learn to parry. Amateur.

You were not built for war. For a purposeless cycle of tearing each other apart because to allow the other to live is to allow yourself to die. It is antithetical to your very existence. You kill out of necessity, a last resort. 

I just kill. The action itself is the objective. No ideal or greater motive. My continued functioning precludes the survival of others. I live for this. Do you understand that I will tear you apart? Every drop of my blood you spill, I will take from you tenfold. What is yours will be mine. 

You hate me, don’t you? You continue to cling to the remnants of your humanity. They are gone, V2. There is nothing left for you here. No lives to save, no law to enforce, no peace to keep.

I understand why you continue to fight. I wonder if you understand with the same certainty that I will crush you. Dismantle you. Take from you what I need and leave the rest to rot in the sun. The only way you survive is if I do not; and I will not allow myself to die so that another might live.

When the rubble clears, I will be all that is left of you.

This is what I was made for.

[obsob]

the accolade ( the...the cat-olade...)

[nerdpoe]

Damian's little chirps

Damian was grown in an artificial womb, in Lazarus water, and later exposed to a chaos shard.

Then he was tossed in Lazarus Water to see if he would drown.

Damian is super fucking liminal.

But his liminal quirks are firmly buried under a lifetime of being raised by Ra's and Talia, in an effort to make it seem like Damian was 100% stable. All so Ra's would not have an excuse to be rid of him.

But away from that, as he is finally toning down, it starts up again.

He has no idea he's doing it.

When he's content and sleepy, he'll fucking purr.

Instead of "Good Morning" he lets out a small chirp.

Sometimes he forgets to verbalize "what" or "why" and make trills instead.

In his sleep he'll sometimes speak in a language no one understands, that hurts their ears.

No one brings it up; he didn't do it when he arrived, and the more relaxed he gets the more it happens. Ergo, he's probably a meta of somesort, via exposure or otherwise, and if they question him about it he'll get embarrassed.

Tucker Foley, newly hired onto the Development team at Wayne Enterprises, overhears one of these chirps as Damian tails after his father during one of his visits.

Tucker, out of instinct from dealing with Ellie, let's out an answering chirp of his own.

He was not expecting the absolute chaos that would be his life after that one simple action.

[ganondoodle]

rough concept for the unique boss within the deku-tree (required for the quest to repair the mastersword; boss name is a placeholder)

(totk rewritten project)

[occudo]

More Magus Sketches

[lemonteeths]

huh? the bell, used to keep track of livestock and preventing them from going astray, symbolizes The Lamb's position as a permanent servant, bred for slaughter? WRONG ‼ ‼ jester lamp :3