#IDK OKAY

[drizzledrawings]

Idk - it’s something

They’ve been on the run for days, travelling through the nights with only quick pit stops. Running from the law isn’t an easy feat, but they’ve learned that if you run far enough, you can sometimes escape your problems.

At least for now.

The coach robbery was a failure, a complete and utter disaster. A commotion so large that the law was immediately notified and on their tail. All thanks to one Sean McGuire. His stupid loud mouth, Irish self, Mattie thought bitterly. She’s Irish and yet she’s beginning to hate her own accent cause of him. She’s thankful to all the gods that Arthur got him outta there and it wasn’t left to her.

Mattie looks across their small camp, at Flora’s sleeping form next to the fire. She grimaces, remembering the close call. Flora had been grazed in the shoulder. It’s a wonder she had been able to last this long on the road, as she had quickly passed out the second they made camp.

Looking at Flora now, the fear that had wrapped around her throat then has all rushed back. When she had heard her pained gasp and saw the red blossoming on her pretty blue vest, as red as the neckerchief tied around her neck. She hasn’t been able to sleep cause of it.

She huffs quietly and looks away, down at her hands. Picking at her fingernail she tries to calm herself down. Flora has become so important to her, it’s frightening. She has never feared for someone else this intensely, at least not for awhile, not since she left her brother.

It’s scares her.

It’s been scaring her a lot more recently, especially since the two of them have become much closer, in a more than friendly way.

She looks over at Flora once more. Her mouth is open, drool pooling on the pillow, with slight snores filling up the quiet of the night. She had pushed the blanket nearly off in her slumber.

Mattie quietly picks her way over to her, gently pulling it up over her shoulders. She can’t help but rest her hand there, and smooth a curl back from her face with her other. After a moment, she goes to move away, Flora stirs and turns her cheek into Mattie’s waiting palm.

Mattie’s breath catches as she thumbs the soft skin in her hand, cradling Flora’s jaw.

Flora’s eyes flutter open, eyes squinting in the light. Drowsy and still drunk from sleep, she looks up at Mattie. Her eyes somehow seem to soften even more, but Mattie must be deluding herself.

“Come ‘ere” she whispers, still halfway dreaming she pats her bedroll.

Mattie’s eyes widen, sure they might’ve slept together before in the metaphorical sense but they always sleep on separate sides of the fire. They always go back to being partners after it’s all over.

“I-I uh”

“Mattie please” Flora insists, as demanding as always, though her eyes have drifted shut once more.

And well, how is Mattie supposed to deny her this? when she has never denied her anything since meeting her all those months ago?

“Okay”

Flora lips quirk up, the tiniest hint of a smile.

Mattie hunkers down behind her, carefully putting an arm around Flora’s waist. Almost immediately Flora wiggles herself backwards until Mattie’s front is flush with her back.

Flora reaches her hand backwards and pats Mattie on the hip.

“Good girl” she mutters, the tiny smile still evident in her sleepy drawl.

Mattie huffs and tucks her red face into Flora’s neck, and after a few moments, drifts off into sleep.

#IDK OKAY #cowbians #mattie and flora #cowboy lesbians

[majorpatheticcas]

The brainrot got so bad my art style of Kas died on me.. But it was worth getting my finger paralyzed again

More Don Balsam for :

@caycanteven

#lmao i'm sorry #i'm fucking losing it #IWHDKSBDIEH #Since Kas works partm time as a waitress and as a singer #mainly he can only take her out for lunch #but barely in the evening #sad but true #ngl Kas kinda looks like a mommy??? #IDK OKAY #IDK WHAT HAPPENED TO MY STYLE OF KAS. #pretty rare of me drawing not in my usual cartoony style lol #Honestly he would wait for her at the door once he knows her shift is about to finish #but sometimes he wouldn't be able to bc of his work #and Cas understands his shits #i'm going insane #sans #don balsam #insert self x sans #kas x don balsam #horrorfell sans #mafia au #cay #majorpatheticcas

[stiffyck]

Still thinking about Scar not knowing what a crush is.

I love the idea of him think he has a crush just because he finds someone attractive and wants to be friends and spend more time with them.

But any time he think "I should have a crush on them right? That's how it works?" He tries to imagine kissing them or doing anything other that's typically romantic and it makes him uncomfortable- but he just thinks that's how he's supposed to feel.

It's the butterflies in his stomach right? That's what people call it when they have a crush on someone. Butterflies in their stomach.

Too bad Scars butterflies feel more like maggots eating him from inside

#that got dark. um. #well #stiff talk #I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO TAG THAT? #gtws #aroace scar #body horror #cw body horror #cw bugs #IDK OKAY #ask to tag #anyway its aroace scar thinking time <3

[kalmeria]

#fatt #palisade #idk okay #scribbles #never drawn thisbe before. just realized that thsi is easy actually #i ride with thisbe

[whitetrashjj]

You know what. I haven’t said anything cause I wasn’t sure but I’m gonna put this out in the universe.

Kies got a backpack on when she’s on the back of JJ’s bike.

Looks like this one to me.

Then in episode 9 she’s got a a bag with a cross body strap

So does JJ in episode 10

This has been brought to you by the jiara sharing bags alliance.

#jiara #obx s3 #lara talks shit #idk okay

[sibmakesart]

protecc tiny izzy from sun

#IDK OKAY #izzy hands #dragon au #??????? #is this anything #ofmd izzy hands #ofmd

[vanyafresita]

nobody:

me: im just gonna make a dungeon meshi self insert, it's gonna be fun ! i'd definitely be a halfling... cute clothes too... and i.... *looks at holm for a little too long* ah, FUCK IT *draws my very real gnome boyfriend next to me*

#d-d-do you think he would mind our lifespans are completely fucked #i saw that funny page ryoko kui drew about long lived races being disgusted at those who date shortlived races bcs of the age gap #and i think its very funny to.... think... about.... <- totally hasnt been daydreaming inserting myself in the post canon story to date hol #LEAVE ME ALOOOOONNNEEEE #he is so sillu and goofy and cute my little gnome.... I NEED TO BITE HIM CHEW ON HIM HE IS SOOOOO #dies #“the clothes are confusing are they in canon or modern era” #i drew myself first so i was supposed to be in canon #but then i drew holm taking as a base the gnomes info page height chart (forgot to mention) but thrn i gave him modern looking clothes..... #IDK OKAY #tbf i've clothes similar to the ones of my self insert so really we're both wearing modern stuff- im weird but that's just my fashion style #<- trully dresses like the english teacher they are #ANYWAYS #my art #vanya strawberry flavored #im shy so reblogs are disabled lol

[letsboo-boo]

#idk okay #just. him #javy coyote machado #top gun: maverick #gee gifs #greg tarzan davis #top gun maverick

[coldshrugs]

what i see in you, i hope you find in me

characters: io laithe (wol), alisaie leveilleur, estinien varlineau wordcount: 1.6k note: io feels out of sorts in garlemald. her friends seek to comfort her. the first part of this is directly before "in from the cold" and the second part is the following day. [read on AO3]

There is a fragile warmth in Camp Broken Glass.

The Ilsabard Contingent troops, faces familiar and foreign to Io, begin the difficult work of welcoming the Ist’s soldiers into their camp. There are wounds to mend, fires to stoke, and enormous pots of soup to simmer and disperse. Not all of her people are cheery about it, but there is a sense of purpose in each of them. This is why they’ve come all this way, faced the perils of the north, faced their bloody history.

Healing is rarely a painless act.

Io stays on the fringes. At best, she is a divisive figure in this land–at worst, she is the manifestation of Garlean terror. It’s better if she lets the soldiers process their new circumstances without meddling and, truthfully, she could do with a moment of peace.

She heads toward a building adjacent to the cookfires to escape the frigid wind. This is as good a place to hide as any. She tugs her fleece-lined coat around her more tightly and leans against the near-frozen wood.

Miles away, the Tower of Babil looms over the city, angry, crimson, and waiting for her. The next leg of her journey, perhaps the final one, will take her there.

To him.

For nearly three years, Zenos has consumed Io’s thoughts. He has stoked her rage, sometimes indirectly, most of the time for his deranged satisfaction. He reaches for the darkness in her that no one else wants to touch, let alone acknowledge, and he sets it aflame. She hates him for it, yet she is grateful to him. One feeling lays on the other, like oil on water, and she cannot find a way to blend them.

At least not one that makes her sound sane.

Footsteps approach and the crunch of snow shakes Io from her thoughts.

“There you are.” Alisaie stops at her side. She glares at the Tower for a long moment, then turns to Io. “Are you alright? Some of the Contingent have asked about you.”

Io nods and pulls her attention away from the repulsive skyline. “I’m fine, Alisaie. Trying to stay out of the way for the evening.”

Alisaie frowns. “Would you care for company? Alphinaud and I have tended the worst of the injured, and have been all but forced to rest. He’s run off to find that witless oaf he admires so much.”

“He’s not so bad,” Io laughs, and gestures for her friend to settle in against the battered building. “In a few short months, you two will be thick as thieves.”

“You are not often wrong, but I fear this will be the exception.”

Io glances across the camp. It takes a moment to spot them, but Alphinaud, Alberic, and Estinien sit on a couple of low benches, sipping hot soup from hammered metal cups. All three appear to be in good spirits, smiling and laughing as Alphinaud recounts some story or other.

Something strange and sharp twists in her chest at the sight of them. The knowledge she isn't welcome to join them, perhaps.

Her second reason to hide.

“He’s angry with me. I suppose that is his right. I shouldn’t have let them take you two.” Io grits her teeth, fighting against the knot of guilt that has resided in her stomach since the morning.

Estinien is her friend, perhaps the closest she has here besides Alisaie. She understands him, so she can hardly blame him for being upset with her. They are family to him, Alphinaud, and Alisaie by extension. No less than they are to her. He has given Io little more than one-word responses since the twins were found. She may pretend otherwise, but his cold shoulder wounds her.

“Oh, to hells with Estinien.” Alisaie waves a gloved hand dismissively in his direction. “He’ll get over it. Would he have you fire upon civilians while negotiating peace? He may love my brother like a… well, brother, but he must admit there was no ideal series of events to be had. We all did our best, and we all made it through.”

Her hand lands on Io’s arm. Her fingers must feel like ice inside her glove, but Alisaie squeezes anyway, firm and reassuring.

“Thank you, Ali,” she whispers, and her gratitude hangs as a visible breath between them. They stay tucked between the buildings until Y’shtola calls them to dinner.

○––––––––––––––––––––––––––––○

Articulating what it is like to be outside oneself is something Io cannot bring herself to do. How could she describe watching her loved ones nearly cut down by her own hand, while she occupies the body of another? While an intruder operates hers. To be the stringless puppet and the feeble voyeur all at once

She has never been more afraid.

And Zenos… Though something in her heart still quakes like a plucked string at the thought of him, a modicum of sympathy she can't seem to erase, she finally accepts what she has known for so long: there is nothing for her there. Her most monstrous facets are reflected in him, a dark mirror she's been staring into for too long, but she could never do that to someone. Never.

With nothing more she can say to the others, she retreats to her closet-sized room in one of the less-dilapidated buildings. Io shrugs out of her coat, sighing with exhaustion. The icy air bites at her skin, even through her shirt, and she moves toward the ceruleum heater struggling to keep the temperature up in the corner. There is no time to rest. The assault on the Tower is happening in mere hours, and she needs to be armored, armed, and briefed.

Someone knocks, two heavy raps. Io leaves the tepid warmth to open the door.

Estinien?

He's the last person she expected right now.

His jaw is locked, and his hard stare passes over her in quick inspection, missing nothing. Fury lingers in his gray eyes, but unlike yesterday, it’s not her he wants to burn. Is he no longer upset with her?

Unable to meet his gaze, Io looks away. “Is something wrong?”

“I came to ask how you’re doing,” he says, “after yesterday.”

Io opens the door wider, inviting him into the space. He glances at the wooden stool in the corner, then back at her, and crosses the threshold with a reluctant step.

She sits on the cot, too far from the meager rays of heat. The air is heavy between them. Something is on his mind, and Estinien is never one to hold back for long.

“Are you hurt?” He asks after settling on the creaky stool. It’s too small for him, and she bites back her amusement. This is not the time to fall back into their comfortable patterns, no matter how much she longs for them. “They tell me you aren’t, but I would hear it from you.”

“I’m uninjured.”

“And your mind?” Estinien presses, facing her head-on. He searches her face, grey eyes refusing to shy away from whatever the answer may be. She has seen him like this before, harboring an indignant, singular focus, though that was years ago. Yesterday’s irritation was a shadow of this.

“Fine.” She tucks a knee under her chin. It is almost the full truth.

“Io. You're shaking.”

“Perhaps you should blame the climate.”

He grimaces, teeth grinding in frustration. “I have seen you cold before. Do not pretend we're strangers.”

Io runs a hand through her hair. Trying to fool him is as futile as attempting to forget the last twenty-four hours. But he is here, talking to her, and she doesn't want him to go just yet. “And what of your mind, Estinien? You don’t seem yourself.”

His next breath stutters out of him, followed by hesitant words. “Before I found them,” he starts, and she knows he means the twins, “I could only see the worst outcome behind that door. How late would I be, this time? What could I have done to save them? …I prepared my grief. Then the door opened, and they were fine. Just whinging about the cold. It was easy to blame you for what could’ve happened. Easier than going back to the first time I lost family.”

He pauses and looks at her. Looks into her. And there’s the man she knows like the back of her hand. The friend she knows so well, they communicate across silence and stillness. She offers him a half-smile.

“I scoffed when you disappeared, still angry at the false burden I thought you cast upon me. Had I known what happened to you…” The words trail into silence as Estinien forces his eyes away from her to the window and the malevolent tower beyond. “I realized you, too, are… I will lose no more family, Io.”

Her sharp inhale stings her lungs. She watches him as he gazes out the window, projecting his anger toward Babil, Zenos, Fandaniel. Everywhere but her direction.

“Estinien,” she calls across the small room, embarrassed by the soft crack of her voice, and he turns back to her. “We’re alright, all of us. I would never let the twins come to harm. Garlemald has taken much from me, so much that offering aid to this land is agonizing, but it will not take them. I hope you trust me.”

He rises and gives her a firm nod, lingering by the window as if he’s not finished here. He shakes his head, clears his throat.

“Don’t let it take you either.”

That doesn’t feel like the end of it, but he leaves before she can say more.

#azia writes #io laithe #io/estinien #io and friends #i guess that can be a tag #endwalker spoilers #idk man. idk #anyway you don't have to read this. it's the ramblings of a madperson suffering from brainrot #like i've told ellis and ash i'm trying to find the end of zenios and the beginning of estinio #and i think this whole situation is when io realizes zenos is making her insane and when estinien realizes he's has feelings for her #it's not the right time to act on it #and io doesn't catch romantic feels until the big UT moment and thinks #'ofc this is happening. ofc i realise i want this right as it's ripped away. that's my lot in life' #IDK OKAy #and alisaie!!!! io sees so much of her younger siblings in her!!! #she's the only scion who would feel comfortable just intruding on an obviously introspective moment #and the only one io wouldn't prickle about tbh #love their lil bond so much #idk what i'm doing with the juxtaposition of zenos seeing io's darkness and attempting to stoke it versus #estinien just. seeing and knowing all of her #io thinking the one thing is more intimate than the whole of it #BYEEEEEEEEEE

[myanimals-blog]

I am currently struggling with funny tfp Optimus quotes. (Its why the part four of tfp quotes is taking so long)

Idk how to write him where he's not burned-out and it's not angst???

#transformers prime #tfp optimus #i could write him a little bit like ultra magnus #idk okay #help would be appreciated

[this-is-me-lolol]

Do you think cain waited by his brother side for him to wake up? I mean murder wasn't a thing yet, so he wouldn't know that his brother wasn't going to wake up

#yes this is abt the fucking bible #idk okay #i just gound my old bible (one of the seven thousand i own bc I collect them or something) #cain and abel #this has probably been said before

[dragon-kazansky]

Darling Baylie

Dragon x Lucky - (Mother/Daughter relationship)

@bayisdying 🥺💕

♡♡♡

Darling Baylie,

I'm not quite sure what brought me to write this, and I have yet to decide if you'll ever see it, but I'm going to write it anyway.

I'll start by telling you that not a day goes by where Tom isn't proud of you. You're his darling girl. Though it's important to note we are second to Hadley!

This letter isn't about Ice though. This is about you. Ice and I don't have any biological children, as you know, but we do have you. I wouldn't trade you for the world. You're my daughter in my eyes and I'm also very proud of you.

You've been through so much and I've shared that pain. Anyone who messes with our Lucky messes with us too. Ice has the rank to make things happen, but I have the heart to help when you need me too.

My arms will always be open to carry any pain or emotional hurt you may need to lighten. I'll be there to call at 3am when thoughts are keeping you awake. I'll be there to step in when you need an extra pair of hands.

A mother stands by her daughter when she needs her most. Even if it's just to call up and moan about her husband!

I've got your back, Baylie. Hadley's too.

You're my darling Baylie. Always will be.

You know where I am if you need me,

Mama Dragon x

#IDK OKAY #DRAGON IS JUST PROUD OF HER #SHE WOULD MOVE MOUNTAINS JUST TO KNOW LUCKY IS SAFE AND SOUND #🥺💕 #dragon x lucky #chaos squad #the chaos squad #Darling Baylie

[heart-wit-strength]

Hmmm what are you looking at there Sash õ.o do you wanna kiss her or someth-

no fucking way-

#idk okay #shitpost #amphibia #sasharcy #marcy wu #sasha waybright

[quarryhag]

“You now, we have got to stop meeting like this. I’m going to start thinking you’ve got a thing for me.”

#open #idk okay #just somethin short

[a-reb]

ami bun handing u a bepis cola

#art #ami #idk okay #it was fun tho #finished it finally lmao

[realbylershit]

I need Mike to fuck up next season, to fuck up so bad that he and Will have the most heartbreaking fight where Will lashes out and tells Mike he doesn't want to be friends anymore so Mike can have the most desolating breakdown in his life and Vecna can get to Will so it’s season 2 Byler all over again with the difference that Mike blames himself for what happened and thinks he is gonna lose Will again before eventually something happens that actually looks like he's gonna lose Will and that would be his last straw for a confession.

+ A little Murray on the way to get both of them worked up about it again only for Jonathan to notice something and talk to both of them seperately. Mike needs a supportive person in his life and Jonathan noticed stuff already so it’s either him or El unless Nancy and him finally get some scenes together and it would be her because Robin is gonna be out to her at that point.

Also, have them stuck in the upside down together for some time and protect each other. They should think they're gonna die together and have some cute little half-confession before El saves them.

#byler #mike wheeler is gay #idk okay #living my delusions