mcyt physically disabled week day two: sign language | deafness/HoH
i did say i’d try to do at least a few days of this week! i guess this kinda counts for both prompts, since tallulah is canonically HoH? i think of her as a bimodal bilingual, or someone who speaks vocally and gesturally, so here’s a small drawing of two sign language greetings, in LSM and BSL! i just couldn’t decide which one to go with haha
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me when im a 9-5 worker but also a weird white bear looking creature but also an admin and also an egg and also son of philza minecraft and also a 4 months old child
Old art alert!!! My first dnd character Bridove and her wife. We spent a lot of time trying to figure out how a centaur/halfling home would be configured 🤔
Isla Coleman by Cliov [Twitter/X]
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Daughter of Mine
Phil and Tallulah really kill me, ya know? Chayane too, of course, but there's something about an abandoned little girl desperately clinging to the coat tails of the only adult in her life that's ever stuck around, terrified they'll leave her too. desperate to be loved, terrified to love someone else after the continuous heart break of an absent father every morning. And there's something about Phil, so fatherly to everyone around him, so often forced into the role of a parent, so kindly, warmly, lovingly accepting such a task in the case of Tallulah specifically. Knowing from the beginning she'd likely never see her real father again and still cautiously allowing her the space to make room in her breaking heart to have him be her father too, never assuming he has such a place with her but always feeling she's his daughter, regardless of circumstance. He said this so readily, with so much gentle joy and love in his voice and face. Tallulah has always been his daughter, he was just waiting for her to be ready for that dynamic with him.
And now he lovingly calls her mi nina. I'm crying don't touch me.
now that the eggs are back and safe I can post this without feeling too guilty lol enjoy the angst knowing everything worked out in the end
When Phil woke up to the empty beds, his stomach dropped. The room in disarray, their favourite items, their identifiers, left behind. He called for them, searching the wall, dread growing with the answering silence. Not again, not again, they didn't get taken again, they couldn't have. Everything was secure, no one could get in that he didn't trust enough to care for his kids, and he knows his friends wouldn't play such a cruel joke. Where are they? Where is his son and daughter?
When Phil returned to the empty home, heart in his throat and his stomach somewhere outside in the dirt, hundreds of feet below at the foot of the wall, he sat in the silence. The layers of stone and moss ate whatever sounds he made, at the foot of his childrens beds, the familiar exhaustion of loss heavy on his shoulders. He would find them, somehow. He wouldn't lose them. he'd look until the air in his lungs had left and his body decayed, even if it is futile and hopeless with no signs of what happened and no clues on who has them, he'd search the world if needed. He pulls Chayanes duck and Tallulahs hat close, holding them close to his chest with his eyes shut tight against the tears falling down his cheeks. In a whisper, a prayer and promise, he tells the silence he'll find them; if it's the last thing he does, he'll bring them home.