#loops and weights

[salamispots]

more wips

[the-bitter-ocean]

Decided that I was gonna draw fanart for all the mirabelle au designs that I thought were pretty fun! It’ll probably take a while but here’s the first batch! @abowlofsourcream @ivipl1 @pixxyofice @eurydice-pens @startagainaprologue @kyri45

[four-pointed-leaf]

quick-ish thing just to keep myself sharp

[barbed-snile]

Sif is having a fun one in the drafts

[leek-e]

I’m watching Merlin for the first time with my beautiful friend and I am enjoying it a lot! Here is my charcoal drawing of Arthur <33 I like him. Reference photo was a screenshot from s4 e5 His Father’s Son.

[aetalk]

[arabdoll]

Just remember every time you cave into your “cravings” and “temptations” you’re acting like the salivating meager dog from Pavlov’s experiment.

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Emergence happened, so here is a little Sleep Token thing for a change.

Peace doesn't come for free. Peace doesn't come quickly, either. It's a constant battle, a desperate fight to reach the promised bliss, one that goes on until bloodied hands tremble around the hilt of a sword exhausted arms struggled to lift.

And even when peace finally comes, it doesn't last, fleeting moments forcefully torn from the fabric of the universe, only for them to slip through weary fingers.

If it weren't for the coppery taste on his tongue, Vessel could almost believe now is one of those hard-earned moments. His chest hurts too much, though, to let him blind himself to the situation.

The pink flowers swaying with the breeze blurr together slightly. The ones at Vessel's feet are splashed with crimson. He blinks forcefully, one pair of eyes at a time. Is he lightheaded, or is the landscape really shifting slightly ? It doesn't really matter, anyway, since his vision keeps going in and out.

The weight on his shoulders is sudden, unexpected, throws him on the ground immediately, hands and knees digging in damp earth, more scarlet seeping into the soil. The weight gets heavier, more oppressive, as words fill Vessel's mind, a furious whisper dragging him down.

Unworthy. Not enough. Weak. Dissapointing. Replaceable. Alone. Weak. Weak. Weak.

Vessel gasps under the pressure, under a god's unwarranted attack, under its biting words sinking diamond hard teeth in his flesh, tearing him asunder. His fingers scramble for purchase, the metallic tang in his mouth grow stronger, salt mixing with it as six eyes drip anguish all over his face.

Ears ringing, head about to explode, so full next to such an empty heart. But Vessel's hands turned to fists, his shoulders a taunt line. He fights. He grits his teeth and pushes, pushes, pushes, against a force way beyond him, claiming his right to be as he is, prying it from greedy, locked tight jaws. It's a slow, agonising battle of will before he manages to straighten up, on his knees rather than on all fourth.

The pain lights his bones on fire, sings in his veins as the full rage of a god floods his being, not one atom spared. Vessel can't even hear his own panting, but is hyper aware of the fabric of his clothes sticking to his damp skin. He isn't strong enough. He isn't, he can't, he can't-

"Vessel ?"

Everything stops. The agony, the litany of infuriated words, the pressure. It all lifts with a soft calling of his name and the feather-light brush of a blissfully cold palm. Then another. Then another. Three hands, barely touching, just enough to be a presence, easily shrugged off if needed.

Vessel opens eyes he doesn't remember closing.

The flowers aren't one huge entity he can barely make out anymore. One color in thousands different nuances, each individual petal a wonder to be admired. Half crumbled pillars wrapped in delicate vines, a melancolic reminder of past lives. A bird, a flamingo, black as the night, blinking back at Vessel, its wings folded, no urgency in its slow stroll.

This place is beautiful. Serene. Finally, peace.

Wordlessly, Vessel leans back. Let the cautious touchs become firmer. Let three pairs of arms wrap around him, pull him together, squeeze the shattered pieces of him close until they fuse together again.

Head empty. Heart full.

"Come back to us, Vessel. Come back."

So Vessel does. Exhales as the landscape twists and wraps, fades until nothing is left of its otherwordly beauty. No matter, Vessel knows how to find it again. But for now he is back on creaky floorboards, limbs curled around his body, a lifeline, a safety net.

Three voices whisper, soft, so far from the accusatory wrath of a cruel god, sweet nothings to soothe him. Vessel takes a deep breath. His chest doesn't hurt anymore, he finds no torn flesh there. His blood isn't boiling, only buzzing with pleasant warmth.

A head settles on each of his shoulders, a chin hooks on top of Vessel's hood. Oh. Green, gold, white, pink. His cape is different. Pretty.

"We've got you. We've got you, Vessel. You're okay. You are so loved."

Peace.

[pixxyofice]

pyxis tries a nickname too early and gets information about how this world's isabeau is doing.

[ganondoodle]

while i am procrastinating drawing in favor of staring blankly at the wall listening to my own tinnitus and heartbeat for some ungodly reason, i have decided to have the reworked sonau not include the barbarian set in any way (which has been freezing my progress of rewriting them to completion) bc it just doesnt fit them at all and explain it by implying that its a fake armor set with made up lore as essentially a piece of surviving propaganda made by the shiekah to make it seem more justified what they did to them-

(in my rewrite the sonau were an underground dwelling monkey-frog like creature feeding on nectar the nature of which made them turn into crystals of luminous stone upon death- which is also the energy source for the shiekah tech, additionally the sonau here were protecting ancient pieces of lost history of the past they were sure would lead to disaster if anyone of the surface would find them, and with believing the cycle of hyrules destructions is man made and self perpetuated at the center of their belief system it posed a danger to hyrules reputation- thus making them a target that ends in a double win for hyrule if eliminated)

-which would neatly also lead to perhaps a bit of tension with the existing shiekah, most of which of course dont know anything about any of it, but perhaps with impa being the only one to safeguard the only information left about it as a means of both preservation and to have it never be revealed :)

[eldesperadont]

i love new japan wrestling

[dazzelmethat]

Older Zeph wip. I know togas are roman and not greek but they're fun to draw and color. Plus due to all that roman influence all the older philosophers are depicted with togas in renaissance paintings so here we are.

[lorelune]

i need to be tenderized

[uu-tella]

Not an appearance but a mention (Height and Weight).

From Vol. 14, Billy's second profile.

[a-sassy-bench]

wip update

[floral-atom-collective]

oh..