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[blu3b3rryj4mp1r3]

don't think I've posted anything with them before, I sketch them somewhat often but I haven't really made any finished drawings with them ^^🤍💎💙🌈

[icemde]

Happy pride, I have an important announcement below the cut

[zorkaya-moved]

𝘖𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘵.

PERSONALS DO NOT REBLOG. DO NOT REPOST. DO NOT REUSE. MUTUALS W/ ZARINA'S TAG ON THEIR BLOG ARE ALLOWED TO REBLOG.

[pluralpedia]

Comitive

Noun; applies to sourced headmates

Coined by @luminous-system

A comitive is an introject formed from a collective community concept.

This could take many forms, such as a fictive from a piece of collaborative storytelling, an aesthetive of a community created aesthetic, or any other sort of introject from any sort of collaborative community source.

[phantasmaw]

♢*   @lured-into-wonderland /  𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜-𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ↳ ( 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭 - to kill a king )

〈 ❄* 〉┊  Eyes black as the pitch of night study Nunnally's profile, their gaze as cold as the bitter winter winds outside the castle walls. And yet, it's not an entirely unkind gaze, either. It's simply distant, removed. He's witnessed young humans stumble down the fraught road of royalty before. He knows it never ends particularly well for the girls. They get fought over like the spare coins tossed to a congregation of beggars. Well, it's not much concern to him. The machinations of human society mean nothing to him. But the cold always has a way of coaxing out his more humane faculties, and she looks awfully alone just brooding in silence...

"This town is only going to get worse," Juda warns, his voice hardly more than the gravelly croaks he gives while in the form of a crow. Coherent thought stutters, dipping into the choppy, callous sentences he usually delivers. "It's only going to eat you."

[vinterhjerte]

@fatesdesign | cont.

SITTING BESIDE HER COUSIN, ELSA TUGGED a little on the cuff of her shirt sleeve. The gloves she once would have been adjusting were gone, but the habit had not, it would seem.

The fire was roaring in the grate, every grate supplied with fresh wood in the wake of the sudden winter. She had always enjoyed sitting before the fire, the sound and warmth comforting to her. It filled the silence of her room, even if she had never been alerted to its going out by a sudden chill as many others would have been.

"I still can't quite picture quite that much hair," she chuckled in response. It was true, no matter how many stories and descriptions she received of what Rapunzel's locks had been like, her mind just seemed to refuse to conjure the right amount. "And I'm not terribly good at judging the cold — as I'm sure you can imagine."

She paused for a moment, her head turning away as she considered the question that had just entered her mind.

"Feel free to tell me I'm out of line," she began, looking down at her hands. "But do you ever miss it? The familiarity of the tower, I mean."

[wintereign]

“ Why can't I do this? ” (( forgottensnowflake))

5 word sentence prompts - accepting

"Because you're not trying." Weiss snapped. There was a hint of irritation laced in her voice. It's not worth it. Weiss thought, pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes, taking a deep breath. "We've been at this for hours and we're not getting anywhere. How about a break?" She tried for a smile but it didn't quite reach her eyes. They had a lot of work ahead of them but she was beginning to feel the tension in the room.

[painofhumanity]

Name: Winter Jane Hanscom Nickname(s): Win, Winnie, Blondie D.O.B: January 19th Age: 16 Orientation: undetermined Species: human Family: Ben Hanscom & Beverly Marsh-Hanscom (parents), Marshall Hanscom (big brother), Ember Hanscom (twin), Addie Hanscom (little sister)

Twin girls born in January, having hair similar to their mom’s– their names practically picked themselves. 

Winter and Ember started off so similar, even those closest to them would sometimes struggle to tell them apart when they were little. But as they grew up, their personalities became more defined, and one of the easiest ways to tell them apart (aside from Ember’s darkening red hair) was which parent they gravitated towards. While the girls loved both their parents, with Winter preferring to spend time with Beverly. 

Things got interesting as they got older when it came to anger; Winter’s rage blazed and she’d just start swinging–she got suspended more than once over the years, until she finally learned to wait to settle things with her fists after school. It didn’t help that Marshall taught her how to better throw a bunch, instead of discouraging his sister from getting into fights in the first place.

Winter found a love for figuring out how things work, starting with Beverly’s sewing machine. It got stuck, and when Beverly couldn’t figure out what was wrong, Winter took it apart herself and started poking around until she found the part that was broken. It sometimes took her a few times to put something back together once she took it apart, so while her parents didn’t discourage her from trying, they definitely laid down ground rules, like she always had to ask permission before opening something up.

[blu3b3rryj4mp1r3]

this doodle I made when I was having a bad day:

[icemde]

MISC HEADCANON III

I. MCL

Gray was given one of the earliest models of the MCL by Erza ( who had gotten it from Warren directly ) for the purpose of the avatar job. Following the fall of Avatar and Gray's return to Fairy Tail, he was more that content with continuing to use the model he was given. Gray had ended up using that MCL for almost a year before being bullied by Lyon to upgrade to one with more features ( namely one that allowed text messages because his original only allowed for calls ) . He ended up getting a Navy Nebula, not wanting to drop too much money on something he typically ignores. The only time he actually uses his MCL is either on jobs or to make dinner plans with Lyon. ( Also, he will never admit it, but Lyon was correct about text messages being much better than constant calls )

II. APARTMENT

Gray was one of the last ( if not the last ) kids in the guild to get their own place, even though he stopped staying in the guild or the church much earlier. Gray was content couch surfing for awhile, mainly staying at Cana or Mira's until ultimately deciding he has saved up enough to get his own apartment. Said apartment is a one bedroom apartment located near the northern side of Magnolia, only a few blocks away from the train station. Not a lot of people know where Gray lives ( the amount of people could probably be counted on one hand ) due to his still very prevalent habit of crashing at other peoples places before heading back to his own, and he typically tends to avoid having company over. He only really became more consistent in returning to his apartment after adopting Flakes, not wanting to leave her alone for too long.

[blu3b3rryj4mp1r3]

AAAAA THEY'RE MATCHING TWIPIE BOXES!!!!!! MY HEART!!!!! 😭😭😭🤧💖💜💖💜💜💖💜💖💜💜💖💖💜💜💖💖💜💖💜💖

[zorkaya-moved]

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜ gale just lowkey ignoring some slight red flags at the very moment

@avaere

"I'm glad you are not listening to the loud minority of people who love to demonize a woman who works for what she wants," Zarina laughs softly, offering a charming smile at Dekarious. He is a human, an ambitious human. All wizards are like that, aren't they? They search, they seek, and they get what they want. Who would've expected for Mystra to take an interest in a mortal. What a finicky goddess, an absolute fool to forget that mortals are greedy little creatures who will want more, more, and more. Isn't Gale just the same? She wants to laugh. Such sweet smiles and such gentle approaches, but he is no fool and neither is she. ( How far are you willing to go, sweet mortal? )

Zarina knows she is greedy and wanting and selfish, not slowing down in her pursuits. The Moon of Sehanine shines above her, Selene of this world will keep its gaze on her silver hair and her golden gaze. The Astral Elf doesn't care how she is perceived in a personal sense, but she cares about perception of her from a business standpoint. If Gale speaks in such a manner, there must be reasons why he adds the 'as' instead of saying it plainly. Then again, she doesn't want this little group of campers to think of her as a saintess. As she is not one, the owner of the White Night Tavern and the true Frigid Moon doesn't hide away her ambitious plans and her wishes to return to Baldur's Gate.

"I live in this world as you all do. Just because I am willing to make sacrifices doesn't mean I want this world to be destroyed or taken over by the slimy bastards," Illithids are such aesthetically un-pleasing sightings to behold. They lack ambition, they lack individuality, they lack what makes the diversity of cultures and languages so much better. A hive mind, a lack of personality, a soul disappearing almost machines. How funny it is that even now Gods do not dare to intervene, but they are trying. Oh they are trying through their followers, don't they? Such silly attempts. Mortals will always be a better fate than to be a God. Gods leave this world with nothing, shackled and constricted. She will never be a God, she will never wish to be a God. Gods are useless where she is concerned. But would Gale agree with her? After all, Mystra is another type of goddess. Then again, Zarina doesn't exactly care.

"Believe me, Gale, upon our return to Baldur's Gate, you'll see chaos where I once kept it under tight wraps. I may be bad, but my authority held off rats and snakes from shaking the carefully kept balance," she opens her arms, adapting the position as if a priest speaking to large crowds. "I nurtured spies, wizards, sorcerers, priests, and more. What a shame you've never entered the White Night Tavern. Elminster loves the drinks I prepare for him. We should find what you like!"

[pluralpedia]

Archaeologist / Excavator / Prospector

Noun; applies to systems and headmates

Coined by The Etheridge Collective

An archaeologist is a system member whose role is to collect artifacts left behind by other system members who have walked out, faded, entered a long-term dormancy, or otherwise left the system's ranks to reside elsewhere in the headspace for the sake of their wellbeing. Because artifacts can have a myriad of sources and uses, many subtypes of an archaeologist have the possibility to exist.

While not an exhaustive list, the subtypes include, but are not limited to;

Curator: The Curator Archaeologist's role is to store artifacts left behind from previous headmates for the purpose of keeping a historical record. They may run something akin to a museum, or just keep artifacts in an otherwise safe place for the purpose of education. Curators can also take on the role of, or work closely with, archivists and cartographers.

Collector: The Collector Archaeologist tends to keep artifacts for safe keeping for personal appreciation, rather than to educate or to learn from their origins. They may or may not hoard these memories and emotions often represented by them.

Exo-Archaeologist: The Exo-Archaeologist tends to comb through environments outside of the system, whether in parts of the brain that dreams are still occurring, or in other universes where the system member was often inhabiting. Because of the nature of this role, they often work in tandem with, or take on the role of dream seekers.

Gatherer: This subtype of archaeologist is tasked with finding artifacts left behind by previous system members and given to system members who are tasked with creating new headmates from the memories and the emotions represented by one or more artifacts. Because of the nature of this subtype, gatherers can also take on the role of, or work closely with, artists and artisans.

[vinterhjerte]

@poaetise : "nope, puppy dog eyes aren't going to work this time!" / from anna!

IT WAS AN EXPRESSION SHE HADN'T tried using in a very long time. It had only very rarely worked on their mother, but their father had been a softer heart. But the reasoning she hadn't widened her eyes, tilted her brows upwards and let her lower lip protrude ever so slightly — it wasn't because it stopped working. It was because she had stopped asking for things that would require the convincing of their parents. She had been so earnest to show them how good she could be, besides her tenuous grip on her powers, that she had simply become the easy child.

That didn't mean she hadn't hoped her sister would fall for it.

Folding her arms over her chest, Elsa slumped back against the pillows piled on her bed. If anyone pointed it out to her, she would insister she was not pouting, thank you very much, but a glance in the mirror would have revealled the truth.

"The doctor didn't actually order bed rest," she argued, glaring at her little sister. Perhaps that was due to the fact she had so swiftly fled his office once her injuries from the fight with an agnry water spirit had been seen to, but that was neither here nor there. "I'm fine, Anna, really. You don't need to treat me like a child."

[wintereign]

💗 - Do you prefer angst or fluff?

Questions for the mun - accepting

I do like writing both but I am definitely an angsty kinda gal. I am the kind of person who likes to make my muses suffer before I give them a happy ending.

I will say that I do also like mixing angst with fluff. having a little cute moment in with all the bad stuff that's happening. It gives the rp some flare and it can be fun. But angst all the way for sure.

[icemde]

@shinebrightlikealion asked : ‘ Hey my pretty Princess~ ’

❝ I'd be careful calling me your Princess, ya know. Don't most fairy tales talk about dragons keeping a watchful eye over their princess ?? might be a bit more true to life than we know