#(OOC: Sorry this took so long!

[professcrturo]

♣ - a fading memory

♣ - a fading memory

Location: Area Zero Date: 18/11/20XX Reality can be anything that we have forged .

The quiet solitude of the laboratory was broken only by the sound of the machinery as Professor Turo labored on the unfinished time machine. The lab had become his sanctuary, a place where he could immerse himself in his work and forget the outside world. He was exhausted, his gaze fixed on the journals that lay open on his desk. It was a familiar practice - he had been keeping journals since his college days, a way of record-keeping and self-reflection. As he pored over the journals, his thoughts drifted to the abandoned time machine. It was a puzzle he had finally pieced together , and the answers had revealed the secrets of their paradise. A sigh escaped him as he continued to work, feeling the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. But he was determined to honor her legacy , despite their prior disputes . The two Miraidons in the lab continued their chatter, their conversation breaking the deafening silence. He paid them little mind, his thoughts focused on the ancient paradoxes battling for control of the cave system outside. The constant presence of the paradoxes was something he had grown used to , but the dangers of their behavior still made him cautious. So it came as a surprise when he left the safety of the lab and was met with a deafening roar , followed by the appearance of a pokemon who's wings formed a crimson crescent . Roaring moon , he was able to recall . Eyes widened at the enraged creature - surrounded by terastal energy that was able to harness with ease . It lets out another piercing cry, its talons glinting in the light as it lunged at him. Mercilessly and without hesitation.

The last thing he saw was its massive form and the darkness that enveloped him as he was taken into the caverns. A familiar purple glow followed suit , unbeknownst to him that the finality of fate was intervened by his own creation .

[asgardian--angels]

keep fighting the good fight against this weird misconception that vik is somehow stoic and unemotional, bestie 🫡 cause idk where the hell people picked that up lol

thank you!!! fandom is always gonna fandom, reducing characters to two-dimensional tropes to make them mix-and-matchable. it's especially unfortunate when the characters we're given in Arcane are so rich and nuanced. the best antidote is to go back and rewatch the source material imo lol.

thanks for enjoying my tags also!! I used to write actual meta many years ago but at some point lost my nerve or lost the time. now it lives in the tags. I don't know many people in the jayvik fandom here, it seems mostly active on twitter, but I'm glad to be noticed by at least a couple people here :) your blog is great!!

[hello-from-nrc-infirmary]

Vern's Hometown: Centennial Celebration

Book 1: A Founding Fiasco

Chapter 1: A Tiny Dilemma

"Oh! And umm... anyone who needs their refill while I'm gone-"

"-has to present their student ID and we check the chart... We know! Just go," Pam snaps as they tap their roots on the desk.

Vern nods, more to himself than the plants, "o-okay.... umm... r-right. Okay. Call if you ummm... need anything!"

The crocuses start prodding him to move towards the door. All of them start talking slightly over each other, "don't worry! Bennet is coming in to help!!!!"

He hesitantly lets them push him out while trying to not step on any of their thin roots. Not even a moment after the little flowers shove him into the hall, the infirmary door slamming shut echoes off the stone walls. He blinks, adjusting his satchel before starting off towards the mirror hall. Each footstep disturbs the silence of the school.

It was too early to leave, and yet... his amber gaze drops to the basket in his grip. The lavender cloth covering it slightly rustles as he walks. He hadn't found someone to watch his bunnies. The centennial will keep him busy and his stomach twists at the thought of not having enough time for them. He considers asking one of Uncle's... no, they would also be busy.

As he arrives at the mirror chamber, Koa lifts his head from where he's laying. Vern let the elk out of the stables earlier. His familiar had sent him out of the room several times in the past few hours. The elk's ear twitches, watching Vern carefully as he stares at the mirrors.

"Patience... you-"

"-I know," he sighs, grip tightening as he turns to Koa, "I'm umm... my stomach is all um... knotted a-and ummm... my hands are umm... shaky, too..."

"That is your nerves and anxiety. He will-"

"-and if he doesn't? What if no one-"

"-Vern," Koa stands, taking a few strides towards him. The elk bends its head down to press against Vern's forehead, "everything will be alright."

Chapter 2: The Sleepiest Solution

“Hey~“

Vern jumps a little at the familiar voice. Smiling as he turns, he takes care to not jostle the basket of bunnies too much. His nerves are somewhat eased to see Steel finally join him. Part of him wanted to ask about the lack of any visible blot, but the memory of Pam’s scathing remarks tie his tongue.

“G-good morning, I’m umm… thank you, again for um…” he pauses, noticing Nightshade attempting to nose his way out of the basket. Vern frowns a little as he carefully tries to nudge the rabbit’s head back under the blanket.

“Eh, no problem..” he earns a shrug and a raised brow, “you brought the bunnies?”

Vern lifts the basket higher to let Steel pet Nightshade, “I umm… couldn’t find someone to um… watch them…”

“Hm...” a playful grin slowly crosses Steel’s features, “I know someone~”

He looks up at him, “r-really? Are you umm…. sure they won’t mind?”

“Sure...” Steel only winks “it’ll be fun~”

“O-okay…” Vern fidgets slightly, but quickly follows him. He’s hesitates before stepping through the Diasomnia mirror. The ever-looming storm causes his nerves to spike as lightning flashes. Walking faster, he does his best to stay close to Steel while his amber gaze continuously darts to the sky. His muscles lose some tension as they enter the dorm. Every window they pass, he unconsciously checks the sky. Vern briefly draws Steel’s attention as he accidentally bumps into his arm.

“… right. I can take them for you, if you want,” he offers, his voice a bit softer than normal.

Vern stiffens at a distant rumble of thunder, “I-I would umm… rather um… s-stay…”

“… alright..”

They eventually reach a familiar door, giving Vern pause as Steel steps into the dorm. Despite his initial hesitation, he follows and looks around. It’s probably a good thing that Silver has not woken up, or perhaps it’s the opposite?

“You can set them over there.”

Nodding, Vern places the basket in the corner. Smiling to himself, he whispers a small farewell as he casts for some vines to create a nice enclosure for them.

“A-and you’re umm… sure he won’t mind?”

Shrugging, Steel leads Vern back into the hall, “animals like him, no worries~”

Vern nods as they head back towards the mirror chamber. He barely notices Steel quickly sending a text and quietly hopes he tells Silver about the bunnies.

Chapter 3: A Land Called Paradise

Vern looks around as they return to the mirror chamber. Koa seems to have stretched his legs a bit while waiting. The elk's ear twitches as the pair returns, aware of more footsteps heading towards the chamber.

"You found a suitable place for the small ones?"

Vern glances at Steel, a bit of humor lighting his own eyes after a moment, "I ummm... think so, yeah..."

"Good," Koa nods, "it's almost time for the others to be arriving..."

Book 1: [1] [2] [3]

Book 2: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5A] [5B] [6] [7]

Book 3: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

[kosssich]

A little while back you made a Vaggie headcanon post, and I was wondering if you’d be interested in doing the same for your Charlie. I think she just looks the coolest in your style, and I’d love to hear everything you have to say about her, if you’d want to, of course.

actually, i realy like this idea. honestly, i wanted to make such post myself, just when i posted about vaggie, but charlie is like, far from my favorite, and i was like "meh", but when you asked and why not? if you're intrested, sure!

so, have some of my thoughts

- Fluffy girl. She has a goat coat. And goat-like features in general - hooves, ears, horns, tail.

- She’s a top. fight me.

- She has also a sweet tooth. You know that huge ass milka? I bet she and Vaggie eat that in one row

- Low self esteem and absolutely awful abandonment issues

- Her blood is deep red with beautiful little streams of gold. Her father’s legacy. Truly unique

- Charlie grew up locked in the mansion, far away from the awful life of sinners in the circle of Pride. "The Princess trapped in the tower"

- When Lilith disappeared, Charlie and Lucifer's relationship has deteriorated dramatically, Charlie moved into a Hotel. And so, with the beginning of a free, independent life, she had the opportunity to get to know her people better - to help them

- But expectations are not always met. People are... complicated. And sinners are even more complicated and contradictory. Her help turned against her

- For the first year, Charlie hated sinners. Ungrateful, disgusting bastards who only care about themselves. "You were right, Mother, Father. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them!”. She was ready to give up everything, fall on her knees in front of Lucifer, beg for forgiveness, beg that he would allow her to return to the palace

- One year she hated… The second… She observed. Why are they like that? What motivates them? What are they capable of? Can those broken souls be redeemed?

- In the third year, she stumbled upon a sinner. A sinner who showed her that maybe this stupid, immature idea of redemption was real. A sinner who, in response to salvation, offered Charlie her unwavering loyalty, her support, and eventually… her love

[trevor-lipschitz-musical-lover]

“Ah okay…” “uh- no, that hasnt happened!!”

*he nervously rubbed his hands together, fiddling with his glove while doing so*

๋࣭ ⭑Java Cafe ‧₊˚ ⋅

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

*Delora is wiping the counter with a towel, sighing heavily. Clearly exhausted, she looks up towards the door, seeing someone enter* "Oh-.. uh.. Hello, welcome to Java Cafe!.. Uhm- Can I take your order?"

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

[ask-felix-aberg]

Hello Felix, as winter is starting to settle in and the cosy common room fireside becomes more and more inviting, would you like to have a cup of hot milk? It’s got a bit of honey in it.

The young Swede looked up from his seat by the fire, the warmth of the flames casting a soft glow across his face. His expression softened as he noticed the figure standing before him, wrapped snugly in a blanket and holding out a steaming cup. For a moment, Felix couldn't help but think that the new fifth year looked rather cute, cocooned up like that.

"For me?" Felix took the offered cup gently and brought it closer. "Thank you - it’s just what I needed," he said with a smile.

Gesturing to the empty chair beside him, Felix’ smile widened slightly. "Care to join me? Winter feels far less chilly with good company."

[veronica-lawson-phd]

A young woman with red hair-too vivid a red to be natural- walked into Magical Munchies and looked around.

- @urfireaturspider

[Lawson is still getting re-adjusted to the set up of the bakery. She was still gathering her bearings having just recently lost her memory. ]

Hi Hun, how can I help you?

[kittycatred]

hey. hey, deep breaths, calm down a bit, you can do this. it's one skeleton. get that thing slaughtered and run. it's gonna hurt, but it's worth it. do it for them.

[ ⚠ WARNING FOR HIGH PITCHED RINING SFX & RAPID HEARTBEAT SFX ⚠ ]

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[ full drawing of the 2nd image under the cut !! :) the first one is already in the post prior ]

[theecafesheep]

*A... surprisingly small Chuuya enters the cafe, on his way to where the elevator is.*

-@sorrowful-sheep

He-Hey! Kid! That elevators for authorized personnel only.

*He had to do a double take. This kid was exactly like Chuuya..*

[ask-sunnyfunny]

I LUV YOU BESTIEE!!!

Lots of love to you all!!

[spankoffskithroughspace]

[Wren spots Peter sitting on a bench in his beanie and coat. She frowns, her vision going blurry around the edges as she looks at him and the buzzing in her head picking up. Still, this has happened a few times since she arrived in town so she's not that concerned ... Yet.

She checks the change in her pocket and hurries to Starbucks, returning shortly with a large hot chocolate]

Umm... hey. Here

[She sets the hot chocolate down on the bench beside him]

@snowstormbird

[Peter's jostled out of his thoughts, and he looks up to see Wren offering him a hot chocolate. His eyes practically light up at the sight.]

Oh- uh- Thank you.

[He scoots over a little to give her some more bench room.]

[summon-us-once-summon-us-twice]

[Rose waits outside CCRP for Ted. Hopefully, this time no ghosts will take her back in time]

@roseabelle-spankoffski

[A small boy dressed in yellow approaches Rose and shyly tugs at the hem of her clothes]

[unknownhyperial]

As a man of culture I must ask,, opinions on Kinger being like "ive literally never shown anyone this before if you tell anyone you die" and then showing jax his insect collection

Yes the Kinger line is ooc idk how to write like kinger I'm jus. DO YOU UNDERSTAND MY VISION(<- said while shaking you violently)

NO I 100% SEE THIS AND THSI PROMPT HAS BEEN ROTTING IN MY BRAIN YOU HAVE NO IDEA--

I was gonna write a little one shot using this idea as a reply but my motivation to write is fickle at best so I didn't get past the set up. Maybe I'll finish it another day who knows- but I so get what you mean and I love it!!

[till-alnst-dotcom]

Till, you’re like a cat. A wet, pathetic cat/aff

I want to rattle you/also aff

..what? weird

also, don't rattle me either

[fairchild-isnt-my-actual-name]

Orion climbs the steps to Simon’s home, for once wearing a coat. It’s more for optics than anything- maybe he just thinks the bomber style with the mission patches are cool. They knock on the door lightly.

Simon hurries to the door, nodding approvingly at their stylistic choice.

"Well, well, well, look who finally decided to follow my fashion advice." She jokes lightly, grinning before pulling Orion into a tight hug, patting his shoulders slightly before letting go.

"Hey there, kiddo. How are you? All good? Ready to head to...wherever we were supposed to be going again?"

[sweaty-toothedpoet]

"Hello, Todd! I hope this one reaches you, and I didn't butcher or mangle your address. That'll be embarrassing. Anyways, I know we don't really talk much, but for some reason, I've always really liked being in the same space as you and your friends. There's just something jovial about it, and this is me trying to break the ice of my own volition. I'm currently on holiday, but I saw this quaint postcard of Lake Mälaren. It's a beautiful sight, verdant and busy at the same time. I don't know, I supposed I pegged you as a guy who'd enjoy lakes or fresh bodies of water? Forgive my assumption, if not. Hope you'll appreciate this little knick-knack as a souvenir from a far-away city. Happy Holidays!" - Written on ink on the back of a postcard of Lake Mälaren, in Stockholm, supposedly frozen during the winter. Sent by Stick.

"Hello, Stick! I have to be honest, I didn't expect to hear from you. I'm sorry for my own late response; there's been a lot going on this past month, as I'm sure you're aware. I'm glad to hear you enjoy spending time with the dead poets-- that's what we call ourselves, haha. Maybe you could come eat lunch with us, sometime? I know Charlie and the others can come off as a bit intimidating, but they're really nice. I'd recommend talking to Neil-- not that I wouldn't love to chat with you first, but I'm a bit awkward in person. Sorry, you probably already know that if you're writing to me. Either way, I love the postcard! I envy you for being able to see such a beautiful place in person. I can practically feel the wind coming off the water just by looking at it. Happy holidays, and I hope to see you soon!"

- Though the letter is one of many drafts, there are still multiple places where words or even sentences have been scratched out with pen.