#frens...

[perpetual--motion--machine]

i love how i make a lil dood for a onetime interaction with a person and now its like a son 2 me,,,,it evn has frem,,,,

Real!!!

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I made another :D

[mothheart]

Running out of places to make all this Isaac art my icons or backgrounds 😭

[mementofloreo-archived]

heldvisions asked:

“ good evening, nettle. ” glory’s lips curl into a smile. “ how are you feeling ? i missed chatting with you the past few days. it can get a little lonesome around here. ”

Glory's ability to place his identity from only the sound of his footsteps is no longer a shock to Nettle.

Granted, it's not an uncommon ability either way. He can tell his sister's footsteps apart from her wife's, and her son's- but Glory's hearing is overall much keener than he could ever hope for his own to be. She's able to hear him approach with the clamor of a Monstadt Friday...while Nettle himself is actually fleeing the sensory overload of being at the evening market. (So much noise, all at once, that eventually it all combines into an overwhelming shriek in his brain and he can't even think, can't breathe-)

"Good evening, miss Glory," he greets politely, and takes his customary seat beside her with a deep sigh. "Yes, I've been a bit busy. My sister's been needing my help rearranging and changing some things at her shop. But I finally had some time to get some air, so I went out to stock my medical kit supplies and...well, you know how noisy the marketplace gets."

He sighs, "It's a little quieter here, though, and I thought you might be in want of a visitor."

Disability is something Nettle and Glory have in common, and part of what helped them form this quiet little friendship. The things that hold them back are very different, but they're able to understand each others' perspectives in a way many others can't. And they also see in each other the tenacity and force of will that most people completely miss.

He doesn't have much to say today, granted. Often he'll share details about his work with the guild, or read out some of his journal entries- the ones he writes in the field that are, essentially, rambling free verse poetry. Glory tells him his writing has a way of touching every sense and putting a person right where Nettle himself was standing when writing it. Ned thinks it's embellishment on her part, but all the same, he's taken to coming here regularly to share those snippets with her.

They're both lonely. For different reasons, and in different ways. And they are both passed over, brushed off in just the same manner. Dark, dim little islands, barely tiny sandbanks, have made up their whole worlds in one way or another.

She's a kindred spirit, in short. And her being so equally comfortable with him talking, or with simply sharing a restful silence- well, it's a bonus. It makes hanging out with her a low pressure affair. No feeling like he needs to perform or put on airs.

He takes in a deep breath. "Mm. It's starting to smell like autumn, isn't it?" He says softly.

[wolfkcst-archive1]

Misc Prompts -No Longer Accepting!! @ubbc​

      A small nod was given, taking a seat next to son of the legendary Ragnar. Eivor placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze before placing it back onto her lap.                    ❝I understand. May you live several years,                  and last longer in our friendship.❞

[candycoatedemoboy]

posting this because look at these dorks, i’m so glad they managed to work together over a bunch of films

[italiantea]

I just moved in to uni and there's sO MANY DOGS HERE I LOVE THEM

[edbirb-borbofen]

@aetherdweller is borb assigned swan kin; big, floofy, elegant protecctor ùvú

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