#jynxposting

ive never sent an image via ask before so im not sure if this works. beams it directly into your mind

ARPEL. BITING YOU BITING YOU BITING YOU.

this is so accurate to post-canon lmao isa gets scary dog privileges 💕

been thinking about isolated stargazer recently… (au by @mari-lair :3)

how would you feel if it turned out one of you was the weeping god in disguise? Would that change your opinion on said person and if so, how?

for siffrin :

you doing alright? with everything that’s happened I’m just a little concerned for your wellbeing?

hey anon… i don’t think sif liked that question very much… ANYWAY! the responses :3

bonnie: "That makes no crabbing sense." isabeau: "Well first I'd be like crabbing what? And then I'd be like wait, how, and probably ask a bunch of questions! Like what's being a god like? What's up with the King stuff? All that!" mirabelle: -whispered- "I would thank them."

odile:  "First, gods and expressions don't have bodies like we do. They exist on another plane entirely. But, hypothetically, if one did and happened to be a party member..." -sus point sound plays- odile: "I would be very, very concerned for their health.”

and as for the second question.....

and it loves you more than you could ever know.

(speedpaint + the silly in the bg without all the adjustment layers here :3c)

like this little comic with the king that i was working on!! king confrontation :3c (this was also before we established an au design for him… uhhh if this gets finished i’m Not changing it bc i’m lazy)(oh my god this is also before i gave meeble different hair that’s REALLY interesting)(wait i turned off odile’s layer lmfao have i even drawn her here?)(GOOD NEWS!! we have odile now :3)

here’s some of who i affectionately call halfbigfrin because this isn’t bigfrin mode but sometimes in post canon weepfrin likes to let loose a little (ft ophidi and isadore)

two little pieces i did after posting memory of monsters. i do want to finish the one on the left there (working title is “thief. - stab edition”

AAAAAAAND here are spoilers for the bigfrin fight. my bad. lmao

(it feels weird to give wg a mouth? i think i gotta remove that when i work on this again)

-rummages through my pile of nonsense for something to post-

umm uh uh um oh!! i have plans for memory of sadnesses!! yes siffrin does still get it in this au. don’t read too deeply into that

The change god, after Astreia is forgotten…how…much do they remember?

They probably recognize the weeping god…but…do they remember anything outside of probably lingering resentment?

Also!! That are probably VERY shocked and confused and upset when their sleeping sibling is just. With Mirabelle?? Wait. Wait. Do they know the King is a thief???

Change God pov of the story early on must be really wild

so. the thing is.

change god never forgot astreia. none of the gods did—with the exception of the weeping god.

this is actually part of the reason cg doesn’t help siffrin earlier. if they knew, they would have made an effort, but they didn’t. they thought siffrin was aware the whole time.

imagine your sibling finally wakes up, the sibling you begged and pleaded to help you in the very beginning of your waking life, and there’s no answer. and then that very sibling, once they finally wake, finds themself in your house.

they look at your statues, talk to your people, and sometimes it feels like they’re looking for something… but they never reach out to you.

they look at you, and their face is blank. the face of a child that never shifts, never changes. they look at you, and they turn away.

and, eventually, they leave. never having spoken to you at all.

you cannot see them outside of vaugarde. your influence is limited, because there are no effigies of you. you don’t know where they are, don’t know how they’re doing, but you can still feel them, at least.

if they cared, they would seek you out.

and then, they reappear years later. they look like a human adult. they grew. in a way you never did, a way you never could—your body, bodies, are made of stone and earth.

they’re different from you in a way you can’t quite articulate.

and then, suddenly, they vanish. you cannot feel them at all. it’s as if they’ve disappeared off the face of the earth once again.

you see a man wandering your soil. he carries their heart in a shrouded box and stains his hands when he handles it.

it’s still bleeding. still beating. you cannot feel your sibling.

you watch this man. you watch him wield your siblings power in a way that is antithetical to their very nature. you watch him freeze your people, your country, your home so that it may never change again.

but you can do nothing. for you cannot move.

and then, when you’ve started to believe they’re gone for good, you see them. closer than you ever have.

vaugarde’s savior carries a visage of you in her pocket. she holds you in her hands. she prays to you, and sometimes, you catch a glimpse of them.

weakened. exhausted. seething.

you’ve never seen them show emotion before.

but you’ve observed humans for a long time, have known times of war and times of peace and times of uncertainty.

and you look at them, their fragile facade undercut with a quiet rage. and underneath that, there is a endless well of fear.

a god is not meant to be a fearful thing. and yet…

still, they do not call for you. they look at your small effigy with the same indifference they always have. they do not ask for help.

is it meant to be a punishment, you wonder? your silence? how are you meant to help if they don’t call you? if they don’t carry a version of you so that you can go?

is it meant to be a punishment, not letting you tear into that thing that tried to erase them?

but.

no.

you are not a thing of war, anymore. you never were. always merely a figurehead, a banner to gather beneath. you yourself do not fight.

how can you, when you do not move?

…

they.

make their way through the house.

you watch as they are trapped within a cage of their own making.

you watch, and you wait, and you wonder how long it will take for them to shatter it. it would be a simple thing, after all. they’re simply too attached to the way things are. attached to their way of life. attached to the idea that things can stay the same.

maybe they’ll speak to you, once they learn how to Change.

they destroy the king. they regain their heart. things are right once again.

and then…

then.

they don’t remember you. they know what they are, they know who you are, but they don’t know you.

it’s all wrong.

it’s all failing, breaking, rotting—

so.