Anakin loves like a black hole; if you are caught in his gravity, he will never let you go. He will consume you until all that you are is a memory, until even the stardust that makes up your soul is scattered into nothingness and not a single molecule is left in sight for others to glimpse.

He loves like this because he is terrified of what he holds close to his heart being taken away and leaving him alone, so alone like the unique singularity he is--a lonely boy made out of the very fabric of the universe. Anakin will latch on to those he loves with tight, trembling hands, and he will lash out at anyone else who will attempt to extricate his bruising grip, teeth bared and eyes lined with fear.

Obi-Wan knows this, because Anakin loves him.

And he will let Anakin love him until he is whittled down to stardust, until Anakin has taken all that he has to give because he loves Anakin.

And this is how Obi-Wan loves--giving and giving and giving, until he is left with nothing.

Posting it on main too, but here's my contribution to the @hoshinokaabi-secretsanta with a gift for @mastercrowned!! All of the given prompts were So Delightful, but in the end I had to go with drawing Morpho ordering a Kirby Burgie (or maybe 10) asdlkgjn

version without the text bubble under the cut!

This whole event was a Delight to participate in! Had I more time and energy I would have Defo scribbled out more, but for Now pls enjoy my Favorite part of the image that Unfortunately got masked by the completed piece which is.

Scrungle Dee

Thinking on the early game, where the companions dismissed the Urge as just thoughts and told Durge everyone had them.

I rather like the idea that Durge is still as instinctually murderhobo-y as ever (they are still canonically a Bhaalspawn, their blood carrying his essence), but Bhaal can no longer force them to act on it.

Since they have never experienced life outside of Bhaal being in their head they don't know what's considered abnormal, and one day they just casually share one of their overly vivid murder fantasies in characteristic Durge fashion and the party is Deeply Concerned- "You all told me this was normal!"

cw blood

if you think that you're strong enough

if you think you belong enough

I wrote a ficlet on the first day of my last period and now I made it into a minicomic

cuddles are the best against cramps <3

How Izzy and Noah help Eva deal with her anger

Izzy: She gets Eva a bunch of pencils. Some are colored pencils, some are just regular pencils. She names each and every one of them, and comes up with different backstories for them. Then, she tells Eva that whenever she gets mad, she can murder one of the pencils instead. Just snap it like a twig. They've all committed crimes worthy of the death penalty. Eva can be their executioner!

This actually does help since it allows Eva to be destructive without hurting anyone. Noah points out the backstories are unnecessary, but Izzy still insists on them.

Noah: He coins the phrase "Space or company?". If he sees Eva taking her anger out on something, or if she looks like she's on the edge of getting overwhelmed by rage, he asks whether she wants space or company. If she says space, then he just leaves her be and tells her to text when she's feeling better. If she says company, he'll stick around and listen to her vent about whatever's upsetting her.

If she's nonverbal, or can only scream, he texts Izzy for back up. They'll watch over her while keeping their distance. Noah's goal becomes making sure that nobody else approaches Eva and risks getting hurt when she's unable to control herself. Izzy's goal is to step in if Eva starts hurting herself terribly and stopping her if she is.

hello inception fandom its been a while 🫡 here are some freaks

WIP Wednesday 🎩

Tagged by the delightful and talented @wikiangela @daffi-990 @jamespearce9-1-1 @loserdiaz @hoodie-buck @apothecarose @eddiebabygirldiaz @callmenewbie @gayedmundodiaz @exhuastedpigeon @thewolvesof1998 (I haven't gotten around to reading all your lovely snippets but I have no doubt they're amazing) 😘

I just finished up Secret Fic™️ and don't have much I can share that isn't spoilery. So here's a snippet from come close (let me be home) aka Bridgerton AU (prev snippet here). 87% sure I haven't shared this before, but if you've read it no you haven't.

“We have arrived, Viscount.” Eddie hooks a finger in his shirt collar, tugging at the fabric, and takes a centering breath. The miniscule gap isn’t near enough to erase the suffocating feeling created by the sight of his childhood home, just on the other side of the carriage doors. Rather, more importantly, from his mother lurking inside the looming estate.  The sky is a brilliant blue, with puffy clouds slowly drifting by. A perfect day to take Christopher out with a kite or even a stroll around the grounds. Instead, Eddie is here at his mother’s insistence. She claimed it was necessary and urgent. For whom remains to be seen, but he suspects only for her.  “Sir?” His driver calls from the front.  “Coming,” Eddie replies with a world weary sigh. He straightens his back, opens the door, and steps down to the dirt and cobblestone ground below. As he gets closer to the walnut entryway, with its gilded handles and stained glass, his only desire is to be back with his son.  Sophia, his sister and next youngest (former) Diaz, is already waiting for him as he hands off his hat to be hung in the hall. She wraps him in a loose embrace, which he easily reciprocates, planting a light kiss on his cheek.  “Hello, sister. Do I even need to ask why mother’s forced me here? I can only imagine how terrible it must be if you’ve been brought in for reinforcement.” “Whatever makes you think that?” She scoffs, holding a hand to her heart in mock surprise.  “Oh, maybe only because she loves to trot us out when the other isn’t following her plan to marry us off, or whatever other bidding she needs done.” Eddie fidgets with his shirtsleeves, glaring around the foyer. “I suppose she’s going to double her efforts from her last attempt with me since you found such a suitable match during your coming out season. And produced not one, but, likely, two perfect heirs,” he adds nodding at Sophia’s belly.  “Oh, Edmundo.” His sister shoots him a brief lighthearted scowl before she rubs at her protruding abdomen, beaming with a sense of pride and love he is all too familiar with. The type he feels every time he looks at Christopher.  “Shall we?” He guides them from the main hall to the drawing room, wanting to make sure his sister rests. Her baby won’t be arriving for another five months or so, but he knows she’ll never pause and look out for herself unless someone makes her.

no pressure tagging @disasterbuckdiaz @giddyupbuck @spotsandsocks @underwater-ninja-13 @fortheloveofbuddie @eowon @jesuisici33 @rmd-writes @vanillahigh00 @welcometololaland LOML @lizzie-bennetdarcy @watchyourbuck @monsterrae1 @malewifediaz @shortsighted-owl @stereopticons @elvensorceress @spagheddiediaz @chaosandwolves @wildlife4life @your-catfish-friend @buddierights @911onabc @the-likesofus @spaceprincessem @fionaswhvre @barbiediaz @honestlydarkprincess @pirrusstuff @steadfastsaturnsrings @weewootruck @messyhairdiaz @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @evaneds @maygrantgf @lemonzestywrites @buckbuckgoose @statueinthestone @heartshapedvows and anybody else who wants to share

hey mihoyo

where is she locked up and why

This is a fairy I designed for a one-shot run by @incarnation-of-rasputin for @artists-guild-of-exandria's Tabletop Takeover in November! I had so much fun playing Cacey at Lief's table, and I still think about them a lot (particularly about how they're getting along with the dragon-)!

Their design is a mish-mash of my favorite wintry elements, found objects, and fuzzy moths, of course~

uhhh so i just realized ive been working on a lot of personal art but haven't actually posted anything in a hot minute. really sorry about that. take these random shaplin doodles that i can show 😭

Te Hōkioi, and Speculation on the Dietary Habits of the Great Eagles

He Hōkioi, i runga, he Hōkioi, i runga, hū.

(The great eagle, from above, made a booming call)

Kei te āputa koe, nā, o te rangi, e noho ana,

(In the open space, there, in the sky, it dwells)

Te hoa moenga, nō whatitiri mātakataka;

(Death's companion, with crashing thunder)

Hei aha, tērā, e tararua mārire, ona hikumaro?

(Why, then, do its tail feathers no longer split the quiet in two?)

Rua maro tonu, ona hakikau;

(Two fathoms wide, its wings;)

E huhū nei, i runga te rangi,

(It called, above in the sky)

Hōkioi, Hōkioi.

(The sound: hōkioi, hōkioi.)

- poem/chant by the great Ngāti Toa chief Te Rauparaha

For @tolkienofcolourweek, I'm spending seven days bringing Māoritanga and mātauranga Māori to the world of Tolkien! Starting off on day 1 with: what did Manwë's Eagles eat?

Such massive animals, especially flying ones, would have required a huge caloric intake. We have little evidence about what potential prey may have existed in Beleriand and Middle Earth. The Hobbit mentions them eating sheep, and it seems likely that they would hunt other large animals, such as deer or bison. But there's nothing in our modern world that compares to or fills an ecological niche like Manwë's Eagles.

This is where I draw on Māori oral history of the largest eagles to ever live.

In English they're called Haast's Eagles, but in Māori there are several names. Probably the most well-known of the Māori names is pouakai/poukai, but my people called them hōkioi.

They were massive, weighing as much as 17.8 kg (about 39 lbs) and with wingspans as large as 3 metres (about 10ft). Their feet and claws were the size of modern day tigers, capable of punching through bone. They hunted prey more than fifteen times their own size.

(Granted, the eagles of Manwë are much larger than even the hōkioi! Still, it's similar enough for me to draw inspiration.)

[Left image: an artist's rendition of a hōkioi perched on a rock. Right image: an artist's rendition of a hōkioi attacking the neck of a giant flightless bird.]

The hōkioi's primary prey was the moa, large flightless birds similar to ostriches or emus. With no large land mammals on the islands, hōkioi were the apex predators.

Then, circa 900 CE, large mammals came to Aotearoa for the first time. They also preyed on moa, reducing the hōkioi's food supply. So perhaps it was natural that the hōkioi began to hunt these mammals as new prey.

Unfortunately, those mammals were us.

[Left image: an artist's rendition of a hōkioi attacking a Māori man who holds a spear. Right image: an artist's rendition of a child running from a hōkioi.]

Our stories of the hōkioi, or pouakai, tell of giant birds that could swoop down from the sky to kill and eat even strong warriors. They were also known to carry off small children.

I'm not saying that the eagles of Manwë ate elves or humans. (I think they were probably given firm instructions not to!) It would make sense for them to prey on orcs and other creatures of Morgoth, though. And there's one other group who we know were hunted like animals in Beleriand, due to... misunderstandings. A group who the Eagles may not have initially recognized as sentient creatures. A group who would have been an ideal size to pick up and carry off as a snack.

I'm just saying, I think there may have been multiple reasons that dwarves chose to live underground.

-

(Sources for further information about te hōkioi:

The man-killer that fell from the sky

NZ Birds: Haast's Eagle)

i'm working on compiling a timeline of the keeper series and my GOD there are some busy days in here. did you remember that sophie searching prentice’s mind and then talking to lord cassius and searching candleshade and then going to the hideout she'd been kidnapped and tortured in and discovering that symbol on the floor all happened in one day? and that wasn't even the whole day? and that it was only the second day of the book?

Haven't forgotten about the TWSTies!

Thinking about doing a certain Cheshire next 👀

Square Dance Hell: Part 3/3

Swear warning

Part 1

Part 2

I've had this script sitting in google docs for months (after posting the initial idea), so it's a relief to take it off my to-do list. It didn't turn out exactly how I expected, but that's art!

Creator notes:

Page 9, where Eddie's on the ground by himself and everyone's walking away, I don't know, drawing that got me really emotional. T-T

Who's throwing french fries???

I just made up that Black Sabbath tee because I didn't want to rip anything off too much. It's kind of cool, maybe?

Eddie ended up looking so ticked off about being interrupted! XD

The final panel was really hard with all the text and the layers and the doodles that had to be arranged. The quote is Tolkien; spoken by Faramir to Eowyn.

So where is Jason? My theory is that he was in the square dance class at first, but the basketball coach freaked out when he twisted his ankle a little on the first day, so he got excused.

Did Eddie give up on that class, or was the cheerleader's siren call too tempting to resist? ;) I like to think he would rather suffer through it than miss the chance.

Songs I listened to waaaaay too many times: Sweetness by Jimmy Eat World, Women Like To Slow Dance by Steve Martin and the Steep Canyon Rangers, On Your Collarbone by Jordan Klassen, Dreams by Fleetwood Mac.

I'm intrigued! SB-08 - Whimsical please!

I just spotted the fic in your masterlist and .. love the premise. Now I must go read...after work. :D

Thanks for the ask!

So SB 08 - Whimsical is chapter 8 (and probably 9, 10, 11, etc - I didn't split the chapters up very well and the doc is over 13k words) of Stolen Bending, a fic that's been on hiatus for... longer than I'm proud of. It's not abandoned by any means, but my plans for later in the fic have always been squishy at best, I was dealing with some burnout and writer's block when I posted the last few chapters, and I just haven't gotten back to iron out the squishiness in between getting my other projects back on track post-writer's block.

Oh, and it's named "Whimsical" because my plan to keep the fic's length from ballooning out of control was to structure the story around old Zutara Week prompts—specifically the prompts from 2012, in this case. But, uh... when each "prompt" was getting to the 10-20k range, I had to accept that I had another novel-length fic on my hands. Whoops.

But there's some very fun goofiness that I'd completely forgotten about mixed in there - have some element-swapped Zutara meeting the musical hippy nomads as a treat!

"Hmm." Katara shaded her eyes with her hand. "What do you say that we just tell Sokka that it's full of fish, then laugh when the only thing he can catch is seaweed?"

The idea took him off guard, and he snorted. "That's one of the better ideas I've heard in a while. " He broke off when he heard something odd from the far side of the pond.

Katara glanced up at him, then she paused too, brows furrowing as she squinted off across the pond. "Is that—"

The approaching noises grew louder, and Zuko grabbed hold of her forearm. "I don't know. Let's just go before—"

He didn't make it any farther than that before a flash of color appeared through the trees, then another and another and another—not, to his surprise, because there were very many people coming their way, but because each of them wore almost clownishly bright outfits.

Zuko stared. On the one hand, this could possibly be a good thing. No one who willingly looked that absurd could pose a serious threat. On the other, these people were definitely out of their minds. Dangerous or not, he could hardly imagine this encounter ending well.

Unfortunately, it was probably too late to flee, and Katara didn't seem inclined to move anyway. Maybe it was curiosity or friendliness or even politeness, but it seemed that Zuko was stuck regardless.

The first of the strangers—a relatively tall, lanky man with shaggy, chin-length hair—burst from the trees and stopped at the edge of the water, slack-jawed.

"Whoa. Check out the river spirits, everyone." There was a slow, drawling quality to the man's voice that matched his almost vacant expression a bit too well. "Total coolness."

Zuko blinked. Then, entirely by reflex, "This isn't even a river. It's a pond."

Katara shot a bemused half-smile up at him, but the stranger across the pond nodded as though that were somehow a profound statement.

"Awesome. We found some pond spirits."

At that, Katara covered her mouth, but not quite fast enough to suppress her laugh. "We aren't spirits. We're just normal people."

"Oh," the man said as his companions—a very round man and a woman who might have been even taller than the first stranger—joined him. "Cool."

If there was any doubt left in Zuko's mind, that was enough to dispel it. These people were insane.

He gave Katara's arm a slight tug. "Let's just go back to camp," he said, quiet enough that the crazy people wouldn't be able to hear him. "If your brother wants to fish for pond grass, I say we let him."