#Books wax bitty

[fantasy-fields-labratory]

Wax bitty: Echotale

EchoTale Endogeny Wax bitty

Name: Books

Scent: 'Old books'(Aged Paper, Dust, Vanilla)

Color: dull yellows and yellow-whites,

Size: 1 - 2 feet tall(Mini), 5 - 6 feet tall(Fullsized), 8 - 9 feet tall(Bara)

Personality: Aloof, calm, unbothered,

Likes: Warm areas, naps, books, reading,

Dislikes: Cold areas,

Compatibility: They dont really bark, or talk- but they will make odd noises to let you know what they want! Think of them as more non verbal than unable to, as there have been cases of them actually speaking!

These bitties actually love to read and listen to audio books! Though many also need reading glasses-

They are truely unbothered by just about everything, they can put up with pretty much any type of bitty or pet or owner alike!

They are very popular for libraries due to their book-loving nature and the fact they can easily memorize where every book is!

Feeding habits: these bitties dont need to eat! They just nap when they need energy!

Additional info: These bitties, when heated up/when warm, let off the scent they are! So they tend to prefer warmer climates and can be extremely stiff in colder climates,

Zone: Inside

In Universe: They're seen as chill and relaxed, and are pretty popular for Endogeny types,

Difficulty: Beginner

[cyxnidx]

A POETS MUSE !

character: poetic!nanami

genre: fluffy romance & lil bitty smut hcs + imagines

a/n: the idea of nanami being like, dark academia styled poetic/romantic just roams my mind and i have to share it now

poetic!nanami, who uses you as inspiration for every little poem he decides to jot down.

poetic!nanami, who keeps a small journal of poems he thought of because of you.

you sit in the living room with nanami, looking up in curiosity when you see him stop drinking his tea and reach for his book. you watch him grab his pen, and begin humming as he scribbled some words followed by cute mini-drawings in the top and bottom corners. "do you like it?" he asks gently, eyes fixated on yours as you read over the quick poem and take time to acknowledge the mini drawings. "i love it, kento." you assure him, planting a kiss to his forehead.

poetic!nanami, who gets the most inspired by you.

poetic!nanami, who recites his favorite poems in small drabbles while fucking you.

you feel your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head as nanami fucks you, cock pressing deep into you. and while you're a moaning mess, nanami is praising you in the only way he seemed to know how: through sweet, yet slutty, poetry.

poetic!nanami, who has small sticky notes of drawings he made, with you as his unsuspecting muse.

walking into the kitchen, you stop in your tracks when you see a light-blue sticky note on the fridge. taking a closer look, you admire the small and intricate details of the drawing, later realizing it was you. you from yesterday, minding your business on your tablet while you thought nanami worked on a poem. you sigh, a small smile crossing your lips as you take in the small hearts in the corners surrounding your body.

poetic!nanami, who keeps polaroid pictures of you in his wallet.

nanami sighed, bored out of his mind as he pulls his wallet from his pocket. opening it, he pulls the stacked photos from the safe confines and admires them. one of you in a library, one in a coffee shop, your living room, and a few of you together. with each picture, his smile grows.

poetic!nanami, who adorns every inch of your skin before having his way with you.

you almost whine, eyes trained on nanami's hands as they graze your body with care. his lips touching damn near every inch of skin, leaving love bites in trails. it was almost like he was teasing you. "kento . ." you pout. "a moment, dear." he kisses your belly button. "just a moment, allow me to indulge in you for just a moment more."

poetic!nanami, who can't help but write the sluttiest, yet somehow sweetest poems to you.

poetic!nanami, who takes his time to make poems, with cute stickers and small drawings in the corners, putting it into an envelope, and stamping it with wax before putting it on your bedside table while you're asleep.

your eyes flutter open, smell of ground coffee reaching your nose as you turn in the comfort of your bed. whilst looking at the clock, you notice an envelope of your favorite color stamped with white wax in the mold of a heart. you open it, almost turning to a flustered mess as your brain intakes the word play of sexual urges paired with soft want and desire.

poetic!nanami, who can't help but feel so euphoric holding you in his arms.

[kneelbeforeclefairy]

I am sitting here thinking about going BACK into a fandom. Most fandoms wax and wane but they're always kind of there. You always like them to some extent, it just changes how much Fannish behavior you do. Some you really move on from. Some stick with you and become a LIFESTYLE even if they're not always in the forefront. (I call these Base Fandoms. Mine is Les Mis. )

But I think there is a Fandom Danger Zone I call Back Into Hell. It's when you liked the thing, maybe were in the fandom for a while, but you eventually moved on and didn't think about it for like. Years.it probably wasn't even your BIGGEST THING at the time. Just something you were into for a while.

And one day. Something snaps in your head and you go. Huh. The Thing. I miss The Thing. I should like....revisit it. Especially if there's been new content since you left The Thing.

Cause every time that has happened with me it has been a HIT BY A BUS level of brain rot and derailing my life.

Vampire Chronicles. Read the books up to Vampire Armand in high school. Was DEFINITELY weird about Claudia. Eventually moved on after a while. Almost fifteen years later get a random craving for Tale of the Body Theif. Reread entire series, plus the new ones, drag friends into hell, cosplay Lestat, create the Blog, have vampire themed birthday party and am now working on my dress for my SECOND Anne Rice Ball.

Hunger Games . Haven't thought about it since college other than occasionally saying "I volunteer as tribute" or something, like every other millennial. Hear about songbirds and snakes, just sorta check it out. Now have reread entire books, watched movies, dragged friends into hell @bestnoncannonship has had her brain rewritten by haymitch and is projecting all her Rural Trauma (we call it Twelve Bullshit) onto him, and now planning Effie's Ruffle Dress of Doom.

Sherlock Motherfucking Holmes. Read most of the series during college when BBC Sherlock was big. Enjoyed it. @bestnoncannonship was WAY into Sherlock. It was a base fandom from when she was a kid. Need something low-key to listen to at work when things are slow, why not listen to audiobooks of Sherlock Holmes? Wind up starting to watch as many adaptations as we can, cosplaying Holmes and Watson, have Sherlock Holmes themed murder mystery birthday party for Ann, give WHOLE ASS PANEL at flame con about why Sherlock is gay and acd knew DAMN WELL what he was doing, and now I know WAY more about Victorian gay men than I ever needed to know.

American Girl dolls. I had Molly as a kid, but wasn't really into her. I did have a Bitty Baby I adored, and a HUGE collection of clothes. Read a lot of the books, definitely credited it partially with making me a history person. But eventually grew out of it. somehow starting seeing American girl stuff on Tumblr. Check in. Now I have a brand new Rebecca and a GROWING collection of clothes. Ann has a Samantha and her clothes. We do doll photo shoots. Drag friends into hell (noticing a pattern here?) Now my mom has a Julie, another friend has a new Molly and a new Caroline, her partner is literally CUSTOMIZING dolls and it up to date on all the new releases. other friend dug up his Addy, and found out he had a rare girl of today ,two more dug up their Kirstens, and at some point we're having an American Girl party.

At this rate the next SLAM is gonna be like Doctor Who or something, though i really doubt this Second RTD Era can stand up to the first one. Also I think when it comes down to it I'm more of a Classic Who bitch. But there always MORE classic Who to watch.

Anyway. Beware the Return. The first time in a fandom is a visit. The second time that shit moves into your brain full time and you can check out any time you want but it will never leave.

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🦇 Practice Makes Perfect Book Review

❓ #QOTD What movie do you wish you could live as your life's story?

[ Find my review below. ]

🦇 Annie Waker is ready to find her happily ever after; someone she can start a family with, like something from one of her favorite romance movies or novels. Unfortunately, that's harder than it seems when you live in a small town where everyone knows EVERYONE'S business. After a date calls her "unbelievably boring," Annie wilts like one of the sunflowers in her flower shop. Luckily, the perfect learning opportunity presents itself in Will Griffin, bodyguard to Annie's sister-in-law-to-be, Amelia Rose. Inspired by Audrey Hepburn's Funny Face, Amelia recommends that Will (sexy, tattooed, has-no-interest-in-getting-married Will) tutor Annie in the way of saying. Can they fight their obvious attraction to one another amid steamy practice dates?

💜 I don't know how, but I managed to hit a streak of fake/practice dating romances (not complaining one bit -- it's a cute trope!). This story is as sweet as a bouquet of tulips with quick wit and sass tossed in between. Will (William? Wilson? Wilbur?) is a stern brunch daddy (a guy who looks scary but is actually all soft and sweet to the person he loves) for Annie from the get-go, quick to fall despite the traumatic upbringing that made him reluctant to let love in after all this time. Will encouraged Annie to be herself, defying the angelic reputation the entire town as pinned on her since childhood. With Will's coaxing, she learns more about herself, begins to take risks, and eventually stands up in a show of character development. The character development for both Annie and Will is beautifully flawless; proof that two people can bring out the best in one another, all while staying true to themselves. Will constantly coaxes Annie to speak her thoughts, even despite her self-consciousness and self-doubt. They defy the miscommunication trope that too many romances fall prey to.

💙 First, I want to express my gratitude for the lack of a miscommunication trope here (there's an itty bitty one, but it only lasts a few pages). Unfortunately, there is a bit of tension lacking in this book. Annie remains steadfast in wanting someone she can start a family with until the end, while Will has convinced himself he isn't worthy of love. While these internal conflicts are consistent, the only external conflict is the town's petition to keep the two of them apart. I expected to see that as a catalyst for small roadblocks the two would need to navigate. Instead, it's pure fluff and cuteness; a sweet romance, for sure, but lacking in substance. There was so much opportunity to explore mental health (Annie's social anxiety, all of Will's issues, the pressure Annie feels because of her reputation, grief), but other than the mention of therapy in passing, it's not given the attention it deserves.

🦇 Recommended to fans of soft, closed-door romances. This is a sweet, quick, fluffy, cute af romance (and Will is definitely worth swoony over).

✨ The Vibes ✨ 🌸 Contemporary Romance 🌺 Part of a Series 🌻 Small Town Romance 💐 Grumpy vs Sunshine/Opposites Attract 🌹 Dual POV 🌷 Closed Door Romance 🥀 Fake Dating 💬 Quotes ❝ “It seems to me, Annie, that you are just waiting for someone to give you permission to be yourself out loud.” ❞ ❝ And the thing that scares me the most is how desperate I am for her to know all of this and believe it. ❞ ❝ This one is for the softies. The tenderhearted sweeties. The introverts who are afraid to shine. ❞ ❝ For introverts like me with social anxiety, the process of dating is equivalent to waxing your bikini line. Menstrual cramps on day two of your cycle. An emergency dental procedure you weren’t expecting—and guess what: they’re fresh out of novocaine. ❞

[shirozora-draws]

“And the stars, Din, have you seen them? When I was just a farm boy living on the salt flat, I’d look at them and wonder what’s out there.” “More stars. Some planets, maybe.” Luke huffs and it’s a soft, fond sound. “Yeah, well, can’t see these stars in the Core. Everything’s too bright and loud, and it’s just not the same sky.” Din can’t help but look skyward. There’s nothing truly remarkable about the starscape above them but he finds his eyes linger just a little longer on the bright lights. He feels himself settle, lets his breathing slow and his heart calm to an even, steady pace. He hears the crackle of fire, the low distant cries of massiffs and the quiet taps of lizards and scurriers scavenging down below. He hears the steady dry wind blowing across the Dune Sea. He hears a low sigh and glances down at Luke. The Jedi is watching him, and only him, with tired eyes that are still so bright in the low firelight. Din stares back, wondering about the pinpricks of light in Luke's gaze, if they mirror the stars above. Wait. Oh.

Here's a sneak peek from the penultimate chapter of The Suns while this project temporarily moves to the backburners so that I can focus on my final project, where I got overly ambitious and decided to do two keyframe illustrations. One is "illustrate my years' old fantasy fiction project" and the other is "what if Luke makes good on his promise to hire Din to unearth more Jedi relics, what does that look like".

This is actually a bonus illustration. I didn't plan for it but I asked myself, "What does Luke see?" and then I had to draw it, I had to see what Luke sees, helmet and all.

As I suspected, expect the next chapter to show up in September.

[desertdollranch]

Caroline’s Expanded Collection, Book 4: Caroline Takes a Chance

As part of an ongoing project, I am attempting to fill in the gaps of Caroline’s collection by imagining and creating what I think she would have been given had she been released in the Pleasant Company era, instead of 2012. She was only available for three years, and had only a few outfits and accessories before she retired. As I’ve been rereading her stories, I’ve tried to identify exactly what elements in her books could have been turned into clothes and playsets. A full collection would have been amazing, because her books are really, really good! If you haven’t read them yet, I recommend doing that. She’s such a well-written character and her stories are fast-paced and always interesting.

Caroline Abbott’s story takes place in the first year of the War of 1812, between Great Britain and the United States, which had only won its independence three decades previously. She is the daughter of a ship builder in Sackets Harbor, New York, right on the shores of Lake Ontario. When the war begins and the British take her father captive, Caroline is forced to grow up quickly and accept many changes in her life. She must remain strong and steady as she waits for her father to come home.

In Caroline Takes a Chance, Caroline and her friends Seth and Rhonda are fishing in the lake when they spy a British war ship chasing an American ship bringing much-needed supplies to Sackets Harbor. The three friends make the difficult decision to hack apart their boat in an attempt to block the British ship from entering a waterway. Later on, as a favor to Seth, Caroline offers to take his mail delivery route. When she finishes that, she decides to take the long way home and in doing so makes an exciting discovery that changes everything!

Check out my tag for the rest of Caroline’s expanded collection for her five other books! 

I based her accessories on things that show up in the book: a canvas mail bag, a handful of mail, a lantern with a candle, a lunch bag with food, a fishing pole, a fishing basket, and three trout. 

Her lavender dress is featured on the cover of the book, and appears in a few other illustrations in other books as well. I made the dress about two years ago, but I recently did some reconstruction in the bodice after some of the stitching came loose because I used kind of poor quality fabric in the lining the first time, so it looks a little more presentable now. I bought the lavender-print cotton from eBay; it’s actually a reproduction of a fabric produced in 1830! She’s borrowing Felicity’s round-eared cap, which I also made, and she’s wearing Bitty Baby boots. 

Caroline and Seth teach Rhonda how to fish, and this basket can hold all the trout they’re sure to catch. I made the basket using burlap coated with glue and shaped around a mold, which makes surprisingly durable baskets! The fish are painted clay, and the fishing pole is a dowel with a string attached. 

Seth Whittleslee is the local post walker, and he walks miles around Sackets Harbor delivering mail and newspapers to residents. When he decides to join the navy, Caroline offers to fill in on his last day of work so that he can go join a day early. She carries his waxed canvas mail bag.

I based this on the book’s vignette illustration. I painted the rectangles of canvas fabric with a mix of white glue and food coloring.

She’s got a few letters inside the bag. In Caroline’s time, letters weren’t mailed in an envelope. They were folded and sealed with hot wax, into which a metal stamp was pressed that contained the sender’s signature symbol. I tried using candle wax to seal them, but that didn’t work so well, so I used hot glue and paint instead.

Since she starts her route early in the morning, Mama insists she take a lantern, which I made from wooden craft sticks and clear plastic. The candle inside is a birthday candle. I painted both the wood and the windows with glue/food coloring mix, which creates transparent paint. It looks good on wood because it preserves the natural grain look of the wooden sticks, and keeps the windows from becoming opaque.

For the lunch that Mama packs for Caroline, I used a fabric scrap to make a simple drawstring bag. 

She’s got a lunch of bread, cheese, and smoked fish, wrapped in an embroidered cloth napkin. These are all painted clay.

[vex-bittys]

I was wandering if I could get a adoption?

https://at.tumblr.com/vex-bittys/hi-i-wondering-if-i-could-get-a-platonic-lamia/n8o89aa59gjp (this is my match up)

I was wanting to go ahead and adopt a coral!

Remember to take breaks and stretch, maybe get a snack or drink if you haven't is a while!

*You’ve come to the Lamia (and Felid) Bittybones Adoption Center with plans of finding your very own Coral to adopt. You’ve even brought a few little shiny polished stones and a small candle you made to entice one over. As per Vex’s recommendation for your personality, you make yourself comfortable in the meet and greet area and wait. It will be easier to let a Coral come to you.

*As bait, you set a single shiny polished stone next to you. It doesn’t take long at all for a Coral to spot the treasure. First you see his little face peering through the doorframe. His red eyelights zero in on the shiny object. Stealthily he slithers across the floor, using toys and books for cover though he keeps popping his head up to check your position and giving himself away. You pretend not to notice.

*The Coral picks up the polished rock and looks up at you to see if you object. Nope. In fact, you’ve set the second shiny treasure out for him to pick up. Both items are quickly stashed in his jacket. He stares at you for a bit, contemplating, then climbs up into your lap, “accidentally” rubbing his entire body against your hand for pets. You scritch his little skull while he pretends to be busy checking out the candle you offer him with your other hand.

*The feel of the wax fascinates him, and he curls up, making himself comfortable against your body warmth. His tail just happens to fall across your wrist and gently curl, probably for stability and not at all to show affection. He tightens his tail when you stand to leave, but you reposition him securely in your hand with his new treasures. He doesn’t protest, but you notice a relieved look on his face when you grab an adoption form for him.

(New icon commissioned from IwuvCofi on Twitter)

[sgnsunwoo]

all the texts 😘

texting meme: accepting!

DRUNK

⌞ Aster ❀⌝   ► ►  ↳  Dearest friend, I believe someone has poisoned me. My tummy hurts. The room is spinning :( if I don’t make it please hug my mom for me. And take care of Uyu, Baby and the rest. You get them in my will. ↳  Junhyung gets all my books they made movies out of, but you can tell him he doesn’t get anything to tease him one last time. It’s what I would’ve wanted.

SAD

⌞ Aster ❀⌝   ► ►  ↳ Hey, sorry to be a bummer. I’ve just been missing my folks a lot lately and thought I’d check in with you. How is it going? If anything’s bugging you I hope you feel comfortable coming to me to talk, but it’s okay if you don’t too! Just know I’m here and I support you!

MAD

⌞ Aster ❀⌝   ► ► ↳ I have NEVER seen someone so positively rude. I tell you, I had a very stern word with him about ecological responsibility and our influences on the environment, then he threw it on the ground! Again! WHO DOES THAT? ↳ I had to count thirty pigeons just to resist shoving it into his mouth and see how he feels after eating a nasty wrapper.

HAPPY

⌞ Aster ❀⌝   ► ► ↳ I was sitting under a tree in the Quad today and a little bitty cutie bunbun got so close to me!!!! They reminded me of you, that’s how cute it was!! ↳ We locked eyes like in the movies and hung out for about ten minutes before they hopped off!!! BEST DAY!!!

TIRED

⌞ Aster ❀⌝   ► ► ↳ Sleep tight! I hope you have the sweetest dreams. If I dream of you, I'll have them too, so see you there!

BUSY

⌞ Aster ❀⌝   ► ► ↳ Of course I have some time. I’ll just juggle some things around real quick and you can have my undivided attention, ‘kay?

BORED

⌞ Aster ❀⌝   ► ► ↳ Hey! Have you ever thought about how sweat is just human condensation? That’s weird right. ↳ Do you think caterpillars know they are going to become butterflies or they just go to sleep and hope for the best? Is that what you did? ↳ Would it work for me? Am I just not sleeping enough?

DRAFTS

⌞ Aster ❀⌝   ► ► ↳ Would we have ever become friends if it wasn’t for those middle school bullies? I know I can wax poetic about destiny and foreshadowing, but it has to have been fate right? ↳ Right... That’s ridiculous.

WHOOPS

⌞ Aster ❀⌝   ► ► ↳ Yeah, for sure, I can swing by and drop off my notes. It’s no trouble at all! ↳ Oh, sorry for the mix-up! But I’m going to be over by your place, is there anything I can grab for you on the way?

SCARED

⌞ Aster ❀⌝   ► ► ↳ i had the nightmare again where everyone’s walking away from me and no matter what i do i can’t catch up ↳ i’m sorry i know it’s the middle of the night but i really really really need a hug right now even just a virtual one

LOVE

⌞ Aster ❀⌝   ► ► ↳ Have I mentioned lately how utterly astounding you are? I know there’s this kind of joke that you’re not smart, but you are! You work so hard and you’ve learned so much. What you’re trying to do is really tough and you’re the toughest person I know, so I wish you wouldn’t think that way. ↳ Everybody loves you, (as they should), but they better get in line! I may be small on the outside, but inside I’m your biggest fan! Thank you for being you and my friend Jo Danbi! 💗💖

REVEAL

⌞ Aster ❀⌝   ► ► ↳ How many buttons unbuttoned is considered too many? It’s so hot!! But I don’t want to scare anyone... ↳ I mean, I’ve already got my legs out in these shorts and that seems like it’s toeing the line. You heard it here first, I’m a wicked cool rebel with two (yes 2!) whole buttons undone and half-bare legs. Ugh, how do you feel about ice baths? We should fill one of those inflatable pools with ice and just chill. ↳ Come chill with me in ice. There’ll be floaties! It’ll be fun!!!

NAUGHTY

⌞ Aster ❀⌝   ► ► ↳ I’m not saying if i got suplexed that would be hot but [deleted] ↳ Haha I think I’d throw out my hip if I tried that. You’re welcome to try and teach me how to be more flexible any time though.

[likeshipsonthesea]

okay so legit one of my first-ever nurseydex posts was this one right here and while i still agree with/hc parts of it i have to admit it’s a bit outdated for how i see nurseydex’s relationship now so i thought why not make a new “why i ship nurseydex” post three years later to explain my own rambling understanding of them??

so, anywho. imagine a dex-- back when he was just will-- growing up with this huge weight of expectation around him, about every aspect of his life-- expectation of what a man ought to be, expectation of what a student ought to be, a worker, a son, etc-- and despite what he wants and feels, striving to meet/exceed this expectation to satisfy his parents and make them proud and be who they want him to be. like, following his ma around when she does chores might be fun and helpful, but a man is supposed to be doing the dirty, heavy work, no baking or doing laundry (at least that’s what his brother says) and from the time he’s little he knows that college means money and they don’t have that, but education is also very important and college is how he gets a better life for him and his family, and so from elementary school he’s studying his spelling words and times tables and striving to be the best student he can be because scholarships and respect and expectation. and yeah, maybe there’s other expectations, around who he can and cannot like, and maybe that doesn’t always fit the way he thinks it’s supposed to, and he allows himself little indulgences knowing one day that he will do what is expected of him and make his parents happy, and the crushing weight of that-- of knowing what the future will force him into-- has him frozen between the need to be what he’s supposed to be and the want to be free, and these warring ideals within his own mind leave him grasping and uncertain and--and angry at everything (family, town, society, himself) for putting him there to begin with and then-- and then-- he goes to samwell

MEANWHILE there’s a little nursey, small and surrounded by smiling parents and nannies and love, and somehow, despite it all, he’s anxious. it’s his brain, probably, but at four, nursey doesn’t know anything about brains, all he knows is that his parents aren’t home and maybe that’s his fault and before he can understand how jobs work and how their importance doesn’t outweigh his parents’ love for him, he’s sitting at home wondering how to be better, how to be enough to keep them there, how to be good. and he excels in all his classes, gets bored sitting there with all his fancy private school kindergarten work finished on his desk, and his parents bring him to the doctor’s thinking it’s an attention disorder and he gets diagnosed with anxiety. at eight. and his parents-- mama gets mad (and nursey hasn’t yet learned to distinguish anger at the world and anger at him) and mom becomes focused, ready to fix it (not realizing, really, how nursey sees it as a need to fix him) and dad is maybe the best, he just buys some puzzles and makes hot cocoa and sits with nursey when the world gets too tough, and still nursey leaves thinking i’m a burden, he has to take the time to do this, i’m a burden, and he grows up with the idea that he has to be good, can’t be broken, has to pretend to be perfect even if he isn’t otherwise his parents will be sad and it will be his fault, and it works (until it doesn’t) and he thrives (until he doesn’t) and everything is happy and perfect and wonderful (until it isn’t) and things break apart and nursey decides perfection is impossible to fabricate but pretending to be chill, pretending to at least be okay is enough, and so he moves on with this veneer of okayness and this mess of anxiety and apprehension and worry underneath and it’s such a delicate balance he somehow manages to handle until samwell

(under the cut bc, well. it got a little long. oops?)

and there it’s like-- they’re both at the perfect point to just completely explode one another. nursey sees this walking ball of seemingly together person and pokes at it, this kind of self-projection thing really, trying to break the outside and see the mess within, and meanwhile dex looks at nursey and sees someone perfectly content with everything in life and turns on every probing question like it’s an attack, and maybe it takes a few terms-- maybe all of their frog year-- to start seeing past the cracks. maybe a few of nursey’s questions poke at places more sensitive than he’d meant to see, and maybe dex calls nursey out on things his anxiety has whipped out of control, and maybe after they lose the playoffs and dex is angry and violent and not enough and nursey sees that-- feels the ache of imperfection, too-- and somehow the knowledge that he’s not alone makes it better? and suddenly he wants to make it better for dex, too? and so they go into the summer after frog year with the beginnings of an understanding and things are-- tentative, but they know how to deal with fragility better than most, and it survives the break, survives the infrequent texts and tangential group chat conversations

and sophomore year they have rooms across the hall from one another, randomly. they walk together to practices, because why not, and tag along on team breakfasts (dex is a morning person, nursey is not, dex likes being helpful, nursey likes making it to bfast before holster eats all the waffles) and maybe they start talking-- actually talking, not barbs and banter and chirps just a bit too sharp to laugh at. it’s like an actual conversation for the first time since they’ve known each other, and c’s ecstatic and their hockey’s great and things are going wonderful.

until one of them catches feelings.

it doesn’t quite matter which one of them-- maybe dex falls in love with the way nursey gestures with his hands too much as he talks and how he waxes poetic about everything, but mostly nature and books and how it feels to smile without knowing it, and maybe dex falls in love with the way he feels around nursey, like he could say anything and nursey wouldn’t- he’d judge, maybe, because nursey likes doing that, but it would never be maliciously, it would always be out of a want for dex to grow, learn, be himself more. and seriously, that wouldn’t be hard to fall in love with

or maybe nursey falls in love with the weird bits of knowledge dex drops about any and everything, always attributed to an aunt or uncle, of which he likely has an unlimited stock, and the way that dex catches him when he trips on the sidewalk and the strong, sure way his hands curl around nursey’s body, and how when he gets flustered or embarrassed or angry or happy, his flush is a different shade depending on the emotion, and how nursey-- when he’s around dex-- doesn’t wonder if dex thinks what he’s saying is dumb-- he probably does-- because dex cares anyway and isn’t that just completely and wholly unavoidably wonderful?

so. one of them falls in love. there’s a dib flip. dex goes a little overboard. so does nursey. neither of them reacts accordingly and it’s nearly impossible to say which one reacts to the other’s overreaction. one person has their heart beat up (he still doesn’t like me, he still thinks i’m just someone to annoy) and then they lose before they even make the playoffs and then jack and bitty come out on live tv and dex’s parents infer things that break expectations and nursey’s parents start fighting (unrelated) and nursey wonders if it’s his fault (it isn’t) and they come back to samwell in the fall poised to break one another apart.

if in frog year it was an explosion, in junior year it’s a careful disassembly. they poke at the soft spots they’ve learned in the past year until the whole living situation comes crumbling down and, in the rumble, everything is silent and so much clearer. nursey is alone in a top bunk with a broken wrist, isolated from the team and his parents, scattered across the globe for work in an effort to get away from one another. dex is tucked away in the basement, sucking at hockey as his body refuses to get used to a different d-partner and his conversations with his parents consist of short sentences and loaded silences, and he has no idea what to do with either.

spring comes early that year. flowers poking up amongst frost-bitten blades of grass, birds chirping in the early hours of practices. nursey is back on the ice. he and dex don’t speak, except to work through plays. it begins to come back-- their understanding-- if only on the ice.

bitty starts visiting jack more on the weekends and chowder is off with caitlin and doing compsci homework and talking to recruiters. whiskey usually isn’t there anyway and tango is off doing everything and the waffles are cool but suddenly they seem so young.

on saturday nights, dex cooks and nursey sits at the table with him and complains, mostly to himself at first, about his writing prof. as the weeks wear on, dex adds his own complaints, too. sometimes nursey will throw in something good that happened. sometimes dex will tell a joke (usually a pun, usually horrible, usually inducing belly-aches in nursey regardless). afterwards they do the dishes. dex mentions how he used to love doing the dishes, how it calmed him. how his brother used to comment on it disparagingly. nursey mentions, another time, how his roommate at andover would hate the impromptu headphone dance parties he’d put on-- how it was something he’d do with his dad, when he was young. how it made things better, for a while.

(they never really talk about when happened, dex’s parents or nursey’s, the ache of loneliness that fall term, not until very later, after samwell, after-- well. it takes a while, but when they finally do talk about it, it hurts less if only because of the delicateness with which they’ve learned how to handle such things, by then)

 by the time the end of the year arrives-- when they win  the fucking playoffs and hoist bitty onto their shoulders with a burning pride in their chests-- nursey and dex would call one another friends. to their faces and everything. and then there’s a banquet and dex gets the c and-- as a twist-- nursey gets the a (maybe coach and hall approached dex before the banquet, explained how close the votes were, asked him if he’d mind, and dex gave the most honest answer maybe he’d ever given in his life-- it would be an honor)

they go into the summer with one another at the top of their messages. they call nearly every week, snapchat daily, about nursey’s internship at a publishing house, dex’s at a tech company in boston. maybe nursey panic-calls dex at three in the morning going on about the publishing process and how crazy it is and how i’m never going to be published and dex calms him down with some seriously misinformed words about the literary business that make nursey breathe easy anyway, and maybe dex goes home one weekend and there’s radio silence until dex calls him on the way back home and asks nursey to just talk and so from maine until massachussetts it’s nursey’s voice rambling about pears and children’s books and cooking equipment until dex gets back to the apartment his internship is paying for and simply says thank you

and they go into senior year this unquestionable team with a legacy to uphold. dex works through plays without hesitation, showing the baby frogs (juniors, they call them) the ropes and silently making the team a warm space, while nursey inspires and comforts and corrects the little things, and they run the haus in the same way-- nursey planning movie nights and board game nights (now that holster and jack are gone and there are strict rules in place) and dex is usually there in the kitchen, cooking and baking and willing to listen to anything the players have to say, and if you asked any of the baby frogs what they thought of dex and nursey’s relationship, they would’ve said that their captains had been friends for years (and maybe, in the right light, that would be true)

how they get together at this point is not important. whichever one didn’t catch feelings sophomore year found them, sometime afterwards, behind a box of forgotten things, forgotten only because they’d been there quietly for so long that no one had every thought to question their presence, and so, in senior year, when they are both in places where things are no longer fragile, where “broken” is a word easily thrown away, they come together with little fanfare.

over a pie, one softly raining afternoon, or in a slipped-into-snowbank on the way back from practice, or in the library over an open textbook or between laughter or in the moments before sleep embraces them on a roadie, or any number of other things.

that is not the most important part-- it’s important, of course, but not the most-- the most important part is that they were, are, together long before any moment like that occurs. because they both learned, grew from the volatile, fragile people they arrived as. grew because they forced each other, became better, stronger, with the guidance and comfort and assurance the other offered. because that is what makes a partnership, a bond of the souls, a love like theirs. it is not being perfect, not even being perfect for one another, but being there and willing to grow.

maybe it’s samwell-- got your back-- that puts them in a place where this kind of process can work. maybe it’s the nature of college itself. maybe it would’ve happened regardless of where they were. but it happened, and it’s wonderful, and that’s what matters.

[fantasy-fields-labratory]

Wax masterpost

These bitties are mixed with wax melts! there was an accident while trying to make Endogney bitties- so instead of being normal bitties, they're a little off- and more wax like! but people liked them so they get to stay around!

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UnderTale - Air

UnderFell - Cinnamon

UnderSwap - Lemonberry

SwapFell - Lavender

FellSwap - Pumpkin

HorrorTale - Autumn

HorrorFell - Fire

HorrorSwap - Pine

EchoTale - Books

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh S3 Ep 44-45: Bakura‘s Back for More of This Nonsense

Man, I can’t believe we’re closing in on the 4th season of this show (still in shock I’m still able to make these.) Seems like just yesterday I felt like I had no idea what was happening, and now I’m like “they put in freakin Sans into Smash but not Bakura???” I’ve become one of those people now.

It’s been interesting how, because I have slowed down to watch these, I think I’ve been able to have a much more positive experience with the show. People have been talking about how binging has kind of changed TV from a place where fandoms could chat to a place where...you just watch it all in a weekend and hope no one spoils it and then wait for the next big thing to consume a week later.

But, when you’re watching a 15 year old anime you don’t have to worry about any of that. So it’s like a kind of nostalgic experience of a pre-streaming era despite the fact I’m totally streaming this.

But back to the show, now that the deep and reflective moments for Marik are over, my favorite storyboarder went home and left the rest of this to the night team who are clearly in a real rush to get this all finished. Again, the Yugioh whiplash is going from that high of “damn this is so goo-” then to the reality that the rest of the art direction in this show is “-acceptable. I meant to say acceptable. It’s perfectly acceptable”

Yugi Muto is still strung up by weird shadow magic restraints that must also be around his legs for some reason. I mean...it wouldn’t be so kinky if it wasn't also around his feet. More bits and pieces of Our Boy have been removed over the course of this endless card game, and he’s doing pretty good considering.

Joey has decided he’s had Enough Of These Damn Ghosts.

And so Marik decided that he’s been shamed by Joey Wheeler enough that he will just go away like Joey asks. This may be the only person who was actually bothered enough by Joey Wheeler to walk away in all of Yugioh.

(read more under the cut)

They....

Legit no one told her what had just happened.

They........

Just want to note that while Yugi’s leg burst out a stream of weird purple gas and Yugi screamed in pain, when his crotch disappeared, he did nothing but patiently look over at Pharaoh, who awkwardly winced. I guess the animation team knew better than to animate gas exploding out of that one particular spot, but it is still a rather funny contrast.

Marik has achieved his final form of so many veins, and it is a still frame every time it’s on screen. You cannot animate this. You cannot.

On the other end of the field, Odion has somehow made it down these extremely steep stairs, only to look up and see so many more stairs.

And back on the field is so many cards. So many cards, including the Card Poem. This awful Card Poem I tried so hard to forget.

Bro brings up that maybe this poem sounds way cooler in Japanese but like...I doubt it, right? Like this was a poem that the writers threw together in 5 minutes and were like “we’re never going to actually say the shame poem, right?”

But anyway more cards things happen but why talk about cards when this eventually happens.

I feel like Pharaoh was attempting to use Shadow Magic on Marik like just a few episodes ago so he could have done something now but...maybe he forgot? I dunno. Pharaoh didn’t feel like participating in this particular fight, maybe because his alter ego is holding on to life solely by having extra long emo bangs to count as lifepoints.

and so, Odion gives Marik a pep talk--and I kid you not, this is all Marik needed the entire time.

Yeah.

That was it.

Like maybe Odion had to be awake since Odion has a spell or whatever on Marik but still it’s like...all you had to do was say “This guy is not even a person, Marik--you are the person, just nix him and we’re good”

And so the two alter ego’s fight with eachother in the same body and that must have been a treat for everyone watching.

Man, it’s a good thing Mokuba already has so many PTSD situations under his several belts up to this point, because otherwise I’d be somewhat concerned about this very young kid who is privy to all this type of magical abominations every time his brother just wants to play cards.

and then...Yugi plays a bunch of cards and...um......

......don’t ask me what happened........

After the big group hug, Marik and Marik switch places.

This was because bad Marik was fused with a monster card--which turned bad-Marik into...the definition of a Monster.

So, if you kill the monster card then you can...

...switch places with your alternate half...

...yes...

Basically it’s a more complicated version of what Pharaoh did to Ryou and Bakura in S1, except in S1, Bakura played Ryou as a card and Pharaoh just slammed his hands on the table and was like “Screw it, Bakura! I’m so tired of this! We’re all so individually tired of this! I’m just going to use my Shadow Magic and switch you with Ryou and then we’re all going the HELL BACK TO BED!”

This time it just had to be so much more complicated although we have seen Pharaoh willy nilly switch souls before just two seasons ago.

So, just like Bakura did to his evil side in S1, Marik banishes his evil side to the shadow realm in a card game.

Which worked super good last time, amiright?

I guess we’re all just going to assume that this works now? Even though this absolutely did not work in season 1? Like Bakura went right back to a life of murder immediately?

Then again, Bakura’s an actual dude, and Marik’s alter Ego was a figment of his anger or something?????? Maybe that’s the difference? Maybe that’s why we can be rest assured that this works now?

Maybe they’re just tired of the Marik plot line and are like “listen, he’s kind of hard to draw and we don’t want to do it anymore. He’s dead now.”

For realsies though, from what I’ve been told, Marik never goes cray again and gracefully exits the show. But, if they ever want to continue Yugioh back in this direction, you can just have him snap at any time you feel like, we all know this type of exorcism is wholly reversible.

Anyway, the clouds are lifted and we are reminded that it is still hardly even lunch time.

It is at this point that Marik turns to his Brother and his Sister, who all three have no world skills outside of scamming museums and filtering sewer water, and waxes long about all the great times they’re about to have in the future.

Like what future though? You have to go to 20 years of actual real deal school, Marik, you can only read one Egyptian text. Hell knows how many people you possessed in order to get that motorcycle permit. You for sure aren’t ever allowed to play cards ever again. Like what are you going to do, Marik?

...dude what if he just goes back on the boat and just sails away for the rest of his life with his cultists who are equally unqualified to live in the real modern world. OMG what if that’s the real Marik’s Boat Time all along?

Ah. 

I almost forgot about you, Bakura.

Just in time for the British Bake Off to start updating episodes on Netflix, just in time, Bakura.

And following this is actual real thing that happened which, if you told me about, I would have just assumed was a joke or an edit to make it appear like this is happening. But no, it’s strip time.

the hell?

Yo can you believe that like a week ago I was like quoting “One Week” for kicks in these recaps and then this week Marik is, indeed, “in the history of taking off his shirt” ?

Anyway, Marik reminds us that his only purpose in life is to uh...be a book. A book that no one can read because Pharaoh didn’t have the foresight 5000 years ago that no one would be speaking Egyptian anymore and also that his reincarnation would be a 14-16 yo Japanese boy who’s entire brain power is used for selecting cards and selecting matching belts.

I just...Pharaoh’s mind must have been in a real place 5000 years ago and that was before he ever became a ghost.

Also, it is kind of amazing how many times it has come up how illiterate Pharaoh is over the past season and he still hasn’t decided to do anything about it. Like, he’s just kind of hoping that someone else (probably Kaiba) will feed the answer to him like a baby because that’s just how this show has been up to now.

In this case he has a one-ness moment with the tablet and gets the sense of “It’s fine, we’ll figure this out later” which um...

I’m really happy that in this scene, Pharaoh is still tripping balls but everyone else is so used to him doing stuff like this, they just completely ignore it.

So glad I had 2 seasons to build up this back tatt in order to figure out that Marik’s back didn’t help Pharaoh at all. The tablet yes, the back tattoo--no, completely unnecessary. Congrats, Pharaoh’s mole people servants, you screwed up and did this weird ass ceremony on 12 yo’s for 5000 years trapped underground for NO REASON.

Anyways, preteens rejoice, Marik without a shirt is randomly 10 lbs more buffed now, which I’m pretty sure was never a thing when he was wearing that itty bitty pink hoodie. Like maybe the animators are just used to really buffed anime and this is them toning it the hell down, but uh...no actual 16 year olds will ever look like this, sorry to break it to you, preteens.

Man, the horny line running through this show lol.

Letsee, Yugi now has the puzzle, Ishizu’s necklace, the Ring, the Rod, the...

...where’s the freakin eyeball?

Did...where is it? Where is the nastiest of the golden objects?

Did Bakura never bring the eye with him to this trip? Like...is it just hanging out in his desk at home near his secret stash he super hopes that his Mom doesn’t find?

Guys, where’s the eyeball?

Anyway, now that Mokuba has decided Seto can feel joy and smile again, he gives Seto the A-OK to blow the hell out of this moneypit island that has already been violently blown up just a few years previously.

Like this begs the question, why even build this tower if you wanted to blow it up? But then again, that is the equivalent to a small child that builds block towers just to knocks them over, right? Like that part of Seto just never grew up?

So........

My bro, while looking this over, gave me the best spicy bro headcanon I’ve ever heard, and it’s absolutely too ridiculous for this blog that is mostly about what actually happens in the course of this show, but I’mma gonna share it with you anyway. I’m pretty sure this isn’t a common headcanon, but if my bro got it from some random fic he read off Ao3, I don’t know any better. So bro kinda squints at Roland, Seto Kaiba’s most incompetent bodyguard (if “bodyguard” is even an accurate description for the weird fake not-a-job that this guy has to do) and is like “do you feel like Roland has Noah’s hair color?”

and I was like “Bro, if you are suggesting that Roland is the illegitimate son of Gozobura because his hair is the same shade as the darker parts of Noah’s hair, that is one wild headcanon and I love it”

So--using Bro’s logic, lets say Gozaboro had a really stupid illegitimate son he had to hide from his wife. So he just...gives him a fake job. Considers “maybe I can use this son on A.I. Noah?” but Roland ends up being too much of a dumbass to intimidate Noah, so instead, he keeps Roland around on low-tier jobs so he gets keep an eye on him, torture him, etc.

And as the company falls out around him, Roland gets slowly promoted, as Seto and Mokuba fire basically everyone who worked with Pegasus and the Big 5. And Roland, who is just so bad at everything, forgot to attend the Pegasus coup (and would have no idea what is ever happening), so when the Kaibas returned from Pegasus’ island they still have Roland...sitting there at that long table covered in 4 identical idiot salads and orange juice he laid out for them in his patchy green moustache and his huge Gozaburo shoulders, they’re like “well.....I guess we have to take care of him now.”

And that’s the story my brother has in his head now every time Roland is on screen. It’s not canon at all that Roland is the secret 4th Kaiba brother but damn. What if he’s just the 4th Kaiba brother but has no idea, and Mokuba and Seto do, and that’s why they drag him all over the world with them? Hilarious.

I mean...Seto and Mokuba fire everyone. But they don’t fire Roland, their biggest dumbass. What a headcanon. (and if this joke ends up being real I’ll be very happy)

ALSO, new thing, the necklaces around their necks with the cute picture of eachother that they had up till now to remind eachother of their forever brotherly love--also keys used to blow up things very violently.

I should have expected this.

Anyway, lets check up on Mai---oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Y’all this was WEIRD.

WHAT. THE. HELL.

So after that extremely insensitive joke that made us doubt if bringing back Mai was a good thing, lets have a reminder that we brought back someone else even worse, who, like a parasite, was devouring everything that they love.

(Bakura’s font color has been changed to blue stripes because before he was just too similar to Joey’s yellow and my white. Eventually I will find the right system for coloring everyone’s font legibly, although I know that the patterns are sometimes harder to read for people that aren’t colorblind.)

Ah, local nasty boy is back. I’d love if they had shown more of the food he ate, but they wisely decided to crop that huge spread out of frame. Bakura eating all of the donuts is canon though. Somehow every donut aboard this blimp fit inside of that small boy’s endless stomach.

PS Kaiba Corp makes their own milk. At some point, Seto Kaiba was just leaning back into his work chair, Mokuba on the couch watching TV, Roland completely unable to reload the Keurig, and Seto was like “But what if...I made CHEESE.” (BECAUSE YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THESE KIDS LOVE CHEESE) and Mokuba was like “OMG you could sell the company back to them at 2 times the price for each share” and he was like “I KNOW.”

and so he marched down to the nearest cheese fields to buy some cows, only to find out that the agriculture market is so strained you can’t sell the shares at a times-two profit now and he‘s like “Ah dammit! I have to do real business! This freakin blows!”

Makes you think.

Anyway, then Ryou throws some shade at us about “PS, I was in Hell! I love you, too!”

Anyway, so it’s about time we ended this season, so how about it? How about we take off, watch it all blow up as a symbolic representation of all the hopes and dreams Kaiba had at the beginning of this tourney, and end this crazy ass season?

Oh wait, that relies on Roland being able to do even one thing competently.

So, that’s where we leave off.

Really truly, honestly, we need to get everyone on this show matching cuff radios because the number of times they’ve needed to call Kaiba is insurmountable. Could have solved so many problems. Really surprised that Roland can’t like...call the Kaibas right now, but now that I think about it, we clarified several episodes ago that Mokuba forcibly kicked Roland off of the radio because he was unable to work it properly.

Good job Roland, the best Kaiba son.

Anyway if you just got here this is a link to read just the Yugioh recaps in chrono order

[readingaway]

My Decade in Books

tagged by @backlogbooks with instructions to do whatever which is honestly a lot of pressure to put me under right now. I just spent my evening editing all my application materials and applying to another grad program and freaking out about it. This is going to end with me in tears no matter what happens yay. Also this has been such a big decade for me going from high school to almost getting out of college at long last! So idk what to do 

2010 - I don’t remember much from high school but I was pretty big on reading even if I didn’t have the stamina that I now have. I think I’d define this year with the play The Importance of Being Earnest which I read and performed from in acting class.

2011 - This is the year I got a goodreads account! Inheritance was the big book for me, I went to the midnight release (I think, I remember the midnight release for Brisingr more clearly). I waited so long for the second half of this series and while I was ultimately satisfied I’ve never stopped wanting to join Angela in explaining to Eragon just how much of a blockhead he is. He never fails to frustrate me. Roran on the other hand is still a babe. And I could wax poetic about Nasuada for an hour.

2012 - This is a tough one but The Hunger Games wins. It really did take that long for me to get to it. Actually, now that I think of it I gave the book to my little brother for Christmas and he read it, I don’t remember what year but it was probably 2011, and then I borrowed it. I have long since confiscated THG and many a few other books from my brothers or just from around the house. I also got a friend and my sister to read the series. Said friend read the whole series over one weekend (shocking since she’s not a reader), and just decided to take me and her brother to see the movie on Monday night she was so fired up. When the Catching Fire movie came out I was dragged off to see it on my birthday by my mom and sister when I wasn’t really interested and my sister was sitting in the theater trying to finish the book as the movie was starting. Good times.

2013 - I gotta say The House of Hades. I blew off homework and spent 2 days shut up in my itty-bitty dorm room reading as soon as it arrived (I’d pre-ordered it).

2014 - Speak is the book of the year. Another book I just sat there reading for two-ish days in a dorm room.

2015 - This was my lowest reading year since before I could read! However, After by Amy Efaw is one of the few books I read and it still affects me.

2016 - Another reading slump year; but this is the year I finally FINALLY finished A Game of Thrones which was a 2 year project for me. I read the entire Bible in half the time it took to finish AGOT. The rest of the series took less time.

2017 - This was a year of short stories and excerpts, while I did read some books the short story “A Good Man is Hard to Find” will haunt me forever.

2018 - Okay this one is really hard with such a huge list but Salt to the Sea hasn’t left me alone for a day since I read it.

2019 - Such a big list from last year, I could include all of my top 25 books and another 50 besides so I’m going to say this was a tie between Us Against You and Kissing in America.

tagging: @kandidlyrandom, @softironman, and @summerb4jc and anyone else who’s interested

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○  SINS. Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath ○  VIRTUES. Chastity / Charity / Diligence / Humility / Kindness / Patience / Justice ○  PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE. Usher in Cybertron’s official Age of Peace, rid the Council of remaining Functionalists, watch her progeny grow up healthy and happy. The basics. ○  BUILD. Slender / Scrawny / Bony / Fit / Athletic / Curvy / Herculean / Babyfat / Pudgy / Obese

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Roleplay Server Log #324

 “Craft Stuff, The Analyser, Prince Interview”

-Le time passes- [about a week]

[Yaunfen] Is playing with a bunch of random items on a crafting table while Doc organizes the haul from the craft store. -

[Doc]  Look at all this stuff.... it's amazing. - Xe's leafing through a small stack of scrapbooking papers with pretty designs.

[Deer] - It really is pretty, is it just fancy paper?

[Doc] Yeah. I don't know what it's for but I love it. And I found something amazing - Xe picks up several tiny vials and turns them in the light, making them sparkle. - I'm almost scared to open them.

[Deer] - Ooooh, that is so shiny

[Doc] And so tiny. They're not even whole pixels and don't have any depth but they look like jewels?

[Deer] - What is it called?

[Doc] I can't read them now, but I think it's called litter?

[Deer] - Litter?  Hmmm, maybe we could ask Lie what it's for

[Doc] In the meantime it's shiny though. And look at these. - Xe holds out a bunch of paintbrushes - If I add water to the dye blobs I should be able to kinda draw with them.

[Deer] - That's so neat!

[Doc] I'm going to copy them and give some to Alexsezia. As much as she loves to paint with dye, I think she'll be thrilled. And I got this bottle of white sticky stuff, and some yarn that's different colors in one ball.

[Deer] - That's so cool!

[Yaunfen] Whoah! I made a thing! - Runs over to show them - It looks like a much less fancy command block - But I lost one of your skeletons and a scrap of something stone doing it... sorry mada...

[Deer] - You made that?

[Doc] It's okay... but what is it?

[Yaunfen] Yeah! With iron. But I don't know what it is...

[Deer] - Hmmm, it's seems more up your alley love

[Doc] Well drop it down kiddo, lets have a look.

[Yaunfen] Places the block next to the table which is still piled up with random stuff. - So much shiny stuff!

[Deer] - Yes, Mada found a lot of new stuff while out with you, didn't they?

[Yaunfen] Uh huh! What's this? It smells nice. - Turns over a squared off tube with a bit of sting in one end.

[Doc] It's got a spot to put stuff in and get something out....?

[Deer] - I'm not sure...

[Doc] Looks over - Oh! It's a wax thing. I think you're supposed to burn it? I just grabbed it because of the smell. - It smells like nice apples and cinnamon.

[Deer] - You should make a copy and then we can try it

[Doc] Oh absolutely! But I'm rather intrigued by the mystery at hand...

[Deer] - Maybe it's a real world thing?  Should we ask Lie over?

[Yaunfen] Yeah! Then we can show her this stuff too!

[Doc] It is a pretty nice haul.

[Deer] Types into chat- Hey Lie?  Could you come over?

[Lie] - Sure, just give me a couple of minutes

[Yaunfen] Is subtly wiggling the cork out of one of the sparkly bottles-

[Doc] Thank you love.

[Lie] Arrives after a couple of minutes wearing  looser clothes than usual- Hey, what did you need me for?

[Doc] Yaunfen made something odd and we're not sure what it is. Plus I got to go to a 'craft' store and picked up all this neat stuff. I don't know what all of it is either actually...

[Lie] - Ah, so explanation time, got it

[Yaunfen] Manages to get the cork off and spills sparkly rainbow glitter all over the table and Deerhearts pants - Fuck! I spilled the litter!

[Lie] Looks at the sparkly mess- You...  Bought glitter?

[Deer] - Is that what it's called?

[Doc] Darn it...

[Yaunfen] Is trying to scoop it back into the little container but it's suprisingly resiliant once it's flat on something.

[Doc] Is that bad? It's really pretty.

[Lie] - It tends to get everywhere and it's difficult to clean up...

[Doc] I can see that.

[Yaunfen] Huffs at the glitter-

[Lie] - So what else did you buy Doc?

[Deer] Motions towards the table-

[Doc] Tries to help Yaunfen - Little stuff... - there's some glass beads, buttons on cards, a sack of feathers that have clearly been dyed garish colors, and a ball of skinny black string.

[Lie] Starts picking up some things- Well, this is a candle, and it looks like you picked up some scrapbooking paper

[Doc] I like this one - points to one with a marbled design. - whats scrapbooking?

[Lie] - An activity for people with way to much time and money.  Basically putting a lot of photo's into books

[Doc] That's a decent idea. I do have a lot of screenshots. And the kan-dle?

[Lie] - You burn them

[Doc] I thought so! Hey... can I have a flower? Something really complicated. Just a copy though in case I wreck it.

[Lie] - A complicated flower?  Ummm...

-After a moment she spawns a cold flower-

[Doc] Okay... lets just put it in here and see what happens.

[Yaunfen] has given up on the glitter and glares at it a bit before turning to Deerheart- Mama! Your pants are all sparkly!

[Deer] Looks down and then laughs- I guess your right!  And so are your hands!

[Yaunfen] Turns their hands around in the light, making little rainbows. - Litter is messy! But pretty.

[Doc] Watches the block for a moment and then - Umm... well then. This is what came out. - Xe lays a rather normal looking white flower, a snowball and what's obviously a doily in front of Lie. - Xe points at the flat thing- what is that? It's weird.

[Lie] - A doily, it's meant to put on tables under vases and other decorative things, or stand alone...  Did you just deconstruct my flower?

[Doc] I think so...  Whatever this is, it looks like it's made to take things apart?

[Yaunfen] Did I do good?

[Doc] Yes. Congrats Yaunfen, this is really unusual.

[Lie] - Weird...

[Deer] - So are you having a comfy day Lie?

[Lie] - Hm?  Yeah, felt a little bloated earlier so I'm just wearing loose stuff today...

[Yaunfen] Is now looking for something else they can take apart. - Can we put more stuff in it?

[Doc] Did you eat something with mushrooms in it? I understand they can be a bit gassy.

[Lie] - No...  Not sure why I feel bloated, but I just do

[Deer] - Sure, we can put more stuff in, why don't you go find something to go in

[Yaunfen] Can we have more flowers Lie?

[Lie] - Sure- She spawns an oil flower, a love blossom, and a couple lightning berries

[Doc] Feeds them into the machine and waits fascinated before bringing the results back to her- The oil flower gave us a regular flower and a glob... it's like a really smelly slimeball? Think I'll put this in a bowl, it could make a mess otherwise.

[Yaunfen] Let me help! -Imitating Doc's analytical tone- The love blossom gave us a flower and a... mada it's a heart!

[Doc] Let me see that!

[Lie] Moves closer to look at it as well-

[Deer] - A heart?

[Doc] Squeezes it gently - Oh good. It's not actually a heart, it's soft. I think it might be red wool. Like a little pillow.

[Deer] - Yaunfen, do you want the plush heart?

[Yaunfen] Yes please! - They take it and give it a little squeeze. - What's in the last one?

[Doc] Pulls the vine from the machine, and it releases the tiniest cloud that floats like a soap bubble towards the ceiling. - Hmmm... and there's this - Xe takes out a fuzzy little ball of statick.

[Lie] - Appropriate

[Yaunfen] bumps into one of the skeletons and it pops away- Fuck. Wait, can we put this in?

[Doc] Maybe?

[Lie] - Let's see what happens

[Doc] Puts the bones in and watches it warily- It's doing something.

[Yaunfen] Walks over to Lie- Can I have a hug aunt Lie?

[Lie] - Absolutely- She holds her arms open to the dragon

[Yaunfen] Gives her a nice hug but also gets glitter on her- Sorry you don't feel good. You should get mada to fix you up all better!

[Lie] - There's no need for that, it will pass on it's own

[Doc] Lie? What's a Quagga?

[Yaunfen] If you're sure...

[Lie] - A quagga?  I...  I'm not sure...

[Doc] Then what is D.N.A.?

[Lie] - It's the building blocks for all life

[Doc] So it's an NPC model?

[Lie] - I don't know...

[Doc] Cradles the small golden sphere where she can see it. It has a small outline inside that looks vaguely horselike.

[Deer] - It doesn't look human

[Lie] - More like horse...

[Yaunfen] Is it an egg?

[Doc] I don't think so?

[Deer] - May I see it?

[Doc] Passes it gingerly to her. It's heavy and glassy.

[Deer] Frowns a little- It's missing something...

[Doc] Lie what can humans do with DNA?

[Lie] - Research...  Cloning...

[Doc] What's cloning?

[Lie] - Recreating the original creature from their dna

[Yaunfen] Has climbed the stairs to get a better look at the tiny cloud-

[Doc] That sounds like a big clue... hey... I wonder if... Oh, I'm dumb! Maybe it's like when I made my irl body from that bit of you and Cp? This is the seed? Sort of?

[Lie] - Yeah, kinda

[Doc] So it needs something else... but what? Just a container?

[Lie] - Something to cultivate it?

[Deer] - This just feels...  Like it belongs on a different seed...

[Doc] Well the bones came from TLOT's seed.

[Lie] - So maybe theres more clues there?

[Yaunfen] Pokes the cloud with a stick and it starts to rain in a very small area - Hehe! Look at this!

[Doc] Snorts -That problem I can fix- Xe gets a bucket and puts it under the downpour-

[Deer] - This is quite the mystery...

[MA] -Poking around the castle, and peaks in on them, leaning on his usual staff- What's a mystery?

-There's the tinest rumble of thunder from the bitty cloud.

[Doc] That's adorable, oh hey Ma!

[Yaunfen] Hi Alex!

[MA] -Moves to join them, eyeing the cloud with amusement- Did one of the clouds have a kid?

[Doc] Yaunfen made a block that takes things apart! It was part of one of Lie's flowers!

[MA] Oh really? Lie's flowers are sometimes made of clouds? How amazing! What else have you taken apart?

[Deer] - One of the fossils we found on TLOT's seed, it made this- She shows the DNA

[MA] Oh hey, DNA. Have you seen what it makes yet?

[Doc] Points to the doily, snowball and oily ball on the table- Just several flowers and a bunch of bones so far. And the item tag says it's a Quagga?

[MA] Quagga... Quagga... Not ringing a bell... Have you tried cultivating it?

[Deer] - Cultivating?

[Doc] That's a good word. What does it mean?

[MA] Not a clue.

[MA] I'm gonna guess you don't have a cultivator though.. Give me a second and I'll make you one. -He goes to the nearest crafting table and gets to work-

[Lie] Sits on the stairs-

[Yuanfen] Is watching fascinated-

[Ma] ... Shit. I don't have a water bucket. ... Can I use the one you've got under the cloud? -Steps back from the table-

[Deer] - Sure- She takes the bucket and hands it to MA

[MA] Thanks. -He resumes crafting and soon has a green tinted glass block looking thing held in his arms- Is there anywhere I can put this that it's penned in? I doubt it'll derp out, but sometimes It does and produces.. weird things.

[Doc] Do you need anything else?

[MA] A milk bucket.

[Yaunfen] I have milk! Cookies too!

[Doc] Derp out how?

[MA] Just a milk bucket, but I bet cookies would work in a pinch too.

[Yaunfen] Gives the milk bucket and three cookies to Ma

[MA] Sometimes when it's cultivating it might spew things out and you have to destroy it to start again, or it explodes and releases a monster or a Failure Flower. Never know what you'll get though.

[Doc] That sounds dangerous... And fascinating... - Xe's getting that look again

[Lie] Looks at Deer- We know that look

[Deer] - Yes we do

[MA] So, where can I put it?

[Doc] We'll just.... Let's take over one of the recovery rooms. No one is using the one by the blaze cage and we can easily make it bigger,

[MA] Fair enough. I'll need the DNA too. -Starts toward said room-

[Deer] Follows with the DNA-

[MA] -Sets the block on the far side of the room from the door and pops the milk in before taking the DNA- Here's to it not exploding. -He puts it in too and a small embryo shape forms inside the cultivator-

[Doc] Has followed them in and is watching closely- so it was iron, water bucket, glass and...?- Xe's obviously making notes

[MA] Cactus. Uh... Green dye.

-The cultivator chugs away at it's task-

[Yaunfen] There's a little creature inside!

[MA] Well, it's far enough along, I don't think we have to worry about it derping...

[MA] It's a baby.

[Lie] - This is so cool

[MA] I thought so the first time too.

-He's checking on the progress periodically-

[Deer] - I wonder what a quagga is?

[Doc] First time Ma? Is this a normal thing for you? [Yaunfen] We're gonna make a baby?!

[MA] I found out on accident once, fuckin' around at a crafting table. We didn't have fossils or anything to use but we did have amber with little insects inside. NK handled turning it into DNA and I'd put it in. It was mostly Thorntails though. Got a few Lightfoot and one Redeye once. That was a fun time...

-Cultivator ceases it's chugging-

[Ma] Oh, It's done... Huh... Never seen it as one of these.... -He pulls a syringe with a tag on it that has something similar to a horse on it- Uhhhh....

[Deer] - What do we do with that?

[MA] I'm... Not completely sure. I'm used to it giving me eggs. Any ideas? -Turning syringe over in hands-

[Doc] I see a syringe and a tag with a horse, so... I say we click it on a horse.

[Lie] Sighs- I guess that means you want me to take it?

[MA] -Holds the syringe out to Lie- If you'd kindly.

[Doc] Only if I can go with. I want to see what it does!

[Yaunfen] Me too!

[Lie] - Alright, I've got Beau up in your pen.  I'll meet you at my place?- She takes the syringe and puts it in her inventory

[Doc] I may beat you there! Come on guys, lets go!

[Deer] Giggles- Are you coming MA?

[Lie] Heads for the pen-

[MA] Why not, I'm interested.

[Doc] Is as giddy as a child and races Yaunfen to the outside door-

[Yaunfen] Shifts immediately and barrels ahead -

[Deer] Follows happily, making sure not to lose MA-

[Lie] Is already getting on Beau-

[MA] -Walks after them, humming the whole way-

[Yaunfen] Grabs Deerheart and puts her on hir back before prancing forward- Too slow mama!

[Doc] Makes an effort to just run as xe is-

[Deer] Laughs- Well this is a first!

[Lie] Heads for her place-

[Yaunfen] Corners really well and zooms under Lie's bridge while the others are falling behind-

[Lie] Is the next to show up because she was riding- You've gotten fast Yaunfen

[Yaunfen] Happy giggle-

[Doc] Shows up next - Yeah... you have gotten fast...

[MA] -The last to arrive- Everyone's gotta go fast I see.

[Doc] We're just excited by the thrill of discovery.

[Lie] - Let me go grab one of the horses from out back- In a couple minutes she's returned with a chestnut horse

[Yaunfen] Hi horsie!

[MA] Horses are so odd when you're used to dinosaurs.

[Deer] - I suppose they would be

[Doc] You must have a very interesting seed.

[MA] Faster than the Earthwalkers, but no strength. You don't know true power until you've destroyed a wall on one.... Same with the mammoths.....

[Lie] Pulls out the syringe and talks soothingly to the horses before poking it-

[CP] Is watching from the bridge of the house-

[Doc] Well we do have mammoths. They're pretty cool.

[MA] Flying with a Cloud Runner is the best though. When they're friendly.

[Deer] Turns her head towards the cage, her eyes narrowing a little-

[Doc] Is examining the horse curiously-

[Yaunfen] Mama?

[Deer] -Hm?  Yes?

[Yaunfen] Their flowy whiskers are twitching like little antenna and their eyes are super focused - I have an idea... for a block....

[Deer] - What is it?

[Yaunfen] You know how you get arrowheads from gravel sometimes?

[Deer] - Yes, of course

[Yaunfen] What if we had a sift-y thingie block? with metal bars at the top to get stuff out of blocks?

[Doc] Is listening now- That's clever...

[Deer] - Hmm, that's not a bad idea.  Maybe we should talk to uncle TLOT about helping us with that and surprise Mada with it

[Yaunfen] Okay mama. - big smile- Is the horsie gonna have a baby?

[Deer] - I think so...

[MA] -Sits down on the ground and pulls a paper and quill out, sketching quietly-

-The horse starts getting a bit agitated-

[Lie] - Easy now

[Doc] Is watching the horse but sneaks a look at Ma's drawing too-

[Ma] -He's sketching the horse on the corner of the page. It's pretty accurate. Lie's making her way into the sketch too, since she's by the horse. There's some small lightfeet on other parts of the paper too. One big Redeye takes up the center of the page though.-

-Rather suddenly, there's a strange little horse next to the one Lie is holding-

[Lie] - Well then...

[Doc] Awww! It's so cute!

[Yaunfen] It's tiny!

[Lie] - And definitely not a normal horse

[MA] That's so teeny.

[Doc] So a quagga is kind of a horse thing? And good drawing Ma! What the big dragon in the middle?

[MA] It's a Redeye. You have a skeleton of one in your castle.

[Yanfen] We made a baby horse!

[Lie] - I'll make a separate pen for these two so we can keep an eye on them

[Deer] - Yeah, we did

[Doc] Oh! I didn't recognize it with skin on it! Haha. Here let me have a look at it-

[MA] Haha yeah, when you add skin and everything else, a lot of dinosaurs look different. -He lets Doc take a look at it, a bit of a flush on his cheeks. He's not used to people admiring his art.-

[Doc] Very nice! But we really should check on the little one, come on!

[Lie] Holds the parent horse in place, the quagga nervously moving around but staying close to it's parent-

[MA] -Pockets his stuff before getting up, using his staff to leverage himself.-

[Deer] - It's adorable Lie

[Doc] Examines them as Yaunfen creeps closer with Deerheart still on hir back. - It's Minecraft code but it's not native... it feels like mod code?

[Lie] - Well TLOT's seed is modded...

[Doc] Yeah but this isn't his seed. Though the fossil was from it.... hmm...

[Deer] - I feel like something is leaking from the cage...

[Doc] Is it bad?

[Deer] - No, just...  Feel a little weird

[MA] More and more things from TLOT's seed are so similar to mine...

[Doc] Well if it means we have a sort of expert, then what you know may prove very valuable.

[Lie] - Well, I'm going to put mom and baby away for now

[Doc] Looks around and then waves to Cp-

[Yaunfen] Looks where they're looking- Hi big fire!

[CP] - Fuck off

[Lie] Leads the horse and quagga off-

[MA] I believe the King actually survived whatever happened on our seed... You'd get a kick out of the big guy I bet.... -Fond sigh-

[Doc] As in; I'd think he was cool looking? Or he's actually a good conversationalist?

[MA] Cool looking. He was sort of a prick usually. He tried to kill Mix once so I couldn't let him near her anymore. Dick.

[Doc] Why did he try to kill her? Did she just get in his way or offend him or something?

[MA] Kind of both? I guess now that I think about it... The Redeyes must have known Mix was... used to be? Stev. I guess Stev must have been close friends with the Redeyes. The King wasn't having any of that himself, though.

[Doc] I guess he just doesn't like non-dinos? Wait, how did Stev charm them?

[MA] No, no... He tolerated us if we kept our distance....

[Ma] No clue. Stev was before I was made. I didn't know about him until this server.

[MA] I should ask, though.

[Doc] I should probably talk to Stev anyway. So what's new with your group?

[MA] Uhhh.... I think they were going to put Prince together? They came by for his bits, didn't see them after, I finished practicing and went to sleep... Mix has been pretty moody too.

[Doc] Oh dear, maybe I need to check on Mix... I know she has that crystal thing... and who's Prince?

[MA] Our Notch.

[Doc] They're reassembling a NOTCH?!?

[Deerheart] Little indrawn breath-

[Yaunfen] Good NOTCH like Buff? I hope?!

[MA] -A bit startled look- ....Ssssssuuurrrreeeee?

[Doc] Is already typing in the chat- Mix?! Are you okay?! Forget it, I'm coming over anyway! What's this about rebuilding a NOTCH?!

[Mix] -In chat- You're really late to the party, Doc. That was a bit ago. And yes, I'm fine? What's the worry about?

[Yaunfen] Little whimper.

[Doc] Please take Deerheart home sweetie. Stay inside.

[Yaunfen] Yes mada... be safe please...

[Doc] chat- Nobody told me!

[Mix] -In chat- Oh! Okay, I can see the worry. It's fine, but you can still come over if you want?

[MA] Sorry about not telling you? I didn't think it was a big deal.

[Doc] It's a NOTCH, they can be dangerous and several of the brines are terrified of them. I don't want them just popping in without supervision.

[Yaunfen] Is already trotting back to the castle with Deerheart-

[MA] I can't think of being scared of a blind man... But hey, fears are odd.

[Doc] Is kind of dragging Ma along- I'm still suspicious.

[MA] Understandable, in your case. But I bet everything is fine. -Being dragged and partially walking-

[Doc] I want to meet them at least and you said Mix was behaving strangely- Some Testificates stop to watch as they pass the village

[MA] -Glances at the testificates as they pass by- She's mostly a grumpy grump.

[Doc] I wonder why...

[Celine] Does a tight circle around them as they get closer to Mb's house- Whatcha doing?

[Doc] Hey Celine, just going visiting.

[Ma] Wanna come with? Not a clue. Maybe someone pissed her off.

[Celine] Master is napping, so okay. - Flaps along.

[Doc] We might have to get wet...

[Celine] Water is okay.

[MA] You're water resistant just Like Mix's, aren't ya?

[Celine] Yah! Can't swim good though.

[Doc] Well you're not really built for it.

[MA] Tape some fins to yourself and you'd be real good.  God, those were fun days.

[Celine] What's tape?

[Doc] Chuckles and holds up an arm like a falconer -

[Celine] tries to land on hir and ends up upside down and hanging.

[Doc] Almost tips over- Do you sleep hanging down kiddo?

[Celine] Sometimes!

-The gym comes into view and they skirt around it-

[Doc] She really did build far out didn't she?

[MA] My house is right here. -Gestures at a sand dune as they pass by.-

[Doc] Ah, just doing a small build since you get around a lot? Or is it one of those underground base things with just a bit on the top?

[MA] Underground. The Library is the biggest part, mainly because it reminds me of home. But otherwise it's pretty small.

[Doc] Ah, okay. Always good to have lots of books.

[Celine] Master is teaching me to read!

[Doc] I was going to ask, and offer if he wasn't.

[MA] And there's her tree and horses. And the Lightfoot napping spot.

-Lightfeet snoozing... all over.-

[Doc] Lots of lightfeet...

[Celine] Are they fluffy headed dragons?

[MA] Roughlyy.... yeah.

[Doc] Gets to the shore - Shall we just jump?

[Celine] We go down there???

[MA] Yeah, best to get it over with -Stows his staff and eyes the water a bit-

[Doc] Okay. - Xe lets Celine down- You don't have too if you don't want too.

[Celine] I can do it!

[Doc] Hops off the edge and just sinks-

[Celine] Flaps up in the air a bit and then dives straight down with her head tucked like a fishing seabird -

[Doc] Opens the gate for her and Ma both-

[MA] -Dives in and swims to Doc-

-Then proceeds to plop onto the ground inside the entrance-

[Celine] Bounces around shaking out her wings- cold water!

[MA] The stairs going down are warm, Kiddo. -He's scooting over to them himself, yanking one fire shard up to his chest-

[Doc] Shakes hirself off a bit and turns up hir glitch to get warm -

[Celine] Flops on the steps with her wings spread and dries out-

[Doc] calls out a bit - Mix?

-Cluck cluck-

[Celine] Chicken? -

[Benny] -Staring up at them from the bottom of the stairs. He's got the door propped open with his body-

[MA] It's the creepy bird. -Suspicious squint at Benny-

[Benny] -Beady eyed stare back-

[Celine] Butt wiggle and her spiky tail thumps against the wall-

[Doc] He is a bit intense....

[Benny] -Cluck cluck. Leans back into the house and the door shuts-

[Celine] Rude.

[Doc] Knocks on the door-

[NK] Come in!

[Doc] Squeaks the door open, xe's foot shuffling in case Benny is there to be tripped over.

[Celine] Scuttles in, looking around-

-The first room just has NK laying on his side with Stev curled up to him on the patch of floor with blankets everywhere. They didn't bother with a bed. Benny is currently trying to nest himself between them-

[Doc] Aww, did we wake you? I'm sorry. And if you guys need beds I can make you some easy....

[Celine] I wanna play with the birdie!

[NK] We don't need one, it's fine Doctor. And if you touch the bird you'll annoy Mix. She's downstairs if that's who you're looking for.

-bzzzz. -

[Doc] Notes the noise with a small smile- Ah, understood. - Xe starts heading that way-

[Celine] Awww....

[Ma] - squints at them before following Doc-

[Doc] Is just looking around- Mix?

-The library is empty but the garden in the next is full of motion and cursing -

[Mix] Huh-- yessss Doc?

[Celine] Bounces over to her-HIIIII!

[Doc]Mix? What are you doing?

[Mix] I had an idea based on the durability of a new set of shards! Trying to make armor. What are you doing? -small bang as she hits a plate of dark crystal with an axe, watching the reaction. -

[Doc] Checking on you. What's the story on this NOTCH? Who's is he?

[Celine] Oooh pretty!

[Mix] Prince? Brother figure for me, I'm glad he's back. He's resting in the next room right now... You like it kiddo? I can make you some if you want?

[Doc] I need to know what he's capable of, and I presume you're taking responsibility for him?

[Celine] Can I have a little shiny?

[Mix] A little shiny for you. - she awkwardly smooths a piece off and hands it to Celine - He fights a lot, but the energy here is different so he might not. And no, I'm making Stev be responsible for him.

[Doc] Can Stev control him somehow? He's just human isn't he?

[Celine] Takes the piece in her wing claws and turns it over and over- So pretty! Thank you mis Mix!

[Mix] He got along better than I did with him. I can calm him down, but Stev can keep him calm. I'm glad you like it! It's really tough! So you can drop it lots of times and not worry!

[MA] You and your building.

[Mix] Powers.. Uhhhh.... lightning, magic too. I'm not fully sure if he can see here or not. He could sort of... Kind of see? But he bumps things a lot.

[Doc] Does he... need repairs?

[Celine] Goes to peek in the room Prince is in-

[Mix & MA, in unison - He's always been blind.

-Prince is in a small hammock looking thing in a corner. The swoosher is nearby for ease. Its hard to tell if he's asleep. -

[Celine] Sneaky sneak-

[Doc] Oh.... okay, and the magic?

[Prince] - shifts his weight in the hammock, getting a slight swing going -

[MA] Like mine. All seed exclusive abilities and stuff, and some other nonsense.

[Mix] Basically.

[Doc] Hmmm

[Celine] Lifts hir head up to sniff the lowest part of the hammock and accidently makes a tear in it with the unicorn-like horn on her brow, She jumps at the ripping noise and pokes Prince in the butt cheek with it-

[Prince]... This is not the weirdest way to wake up. -He manages to hook the swoosher and waves it around to try and shoo away the tiny creature -

[Celine] Yipes and skitters- No hit!

[Doc] Rushes in because of the noise- What the nether?

[Prince] Then don't poke me in the ass! -waves swisher more as he swings himself into a sitting position in the hammock -

[Celine] Scurries over to Doc and sticks her tongue out at Prince- PPPPTH! Meanie!

[Doc] Umm?

[Prince] Bah. I've barely begun to be mean. - He feels the hammock, searching for the rip while staring straight ahead. Toward the new arrivals. -

[MA] The kid poked him apparently.

[Doc] I'm sure it wasn't intentional. And since you presumably can't see her, she's a young dragon with a rather prominent horn on her snout.

[Prince] Oh boy, company! - frown, he's found the rip and is rubbing his fingers over its surface. - A horn on its nose, huh?

[Doc] Her nose.

[Celine] Scrambles up on Doc's back and peeks over hir shoulder-

[Doc] Oooch, careful with the claws sweetie.

[Celine] Sorry....

[Doc] I take it you're Prince? I'm Doc. Head admin.

[Prince] The dragon has an identity? Interesting. -He smooths his fingers over the rip in the hammock and the material stitches itself back together- Pleased to meet you, Doc. To what do I owe this visit?

[Celine] of course I have an idemniyty! I'm Celine!

[Doc] Well as I said I'm the head admin, and I'm at least somewhat responsible for the safety of everyone here. Consider it an interview. Tell me about yourself and I'll field any questions you might have.

[Prince] I'm old, grumpy and blind, as Mix says. I'm still very confused on what exactly has happened for me to be alive and in one piece again....

[Doc] Chuckles- well at least that's honest. We have several grumpy Herobrines so as long as your not prone to picking fights that should be okay. As for old, the server is set for respawn as default so it's not a bad place for old peeps either. And I'm not sure what happened either. Usually if someone is being brought back to life it was my project and or idea!

[Celine] Is he gonna get goggles like Ashe?

[Doc] If he wants them, I suppose?

[Prince] Oh no, being brought back to life isn't uncommon... It's actually quite normal. We have something quite similar to the.. respawn design. It's just.. I should not have had enough parts for it to work, is all. -His hand unconsciously comes up to touch the gold ingot in his chest- What are goggles?

[Doc] They're little panes of glass you wear over your eyes that correct vision errors. I've actually had quite a bit of experience fixing this stuff. It's sort of a rendering issue. Like a local chunk error. You can touch because you're actually here, unlike a player using an avatar, but the world isn't loading properly for you. Ashe has goggles specifically because he can fly and they protect his eyes, but glasses are more normal for people. They have bits that curve over your ears instead of a strap that goes around your head. As for the parts...? I don't know.

[Prince] So.. fancy glasses for active people, essentially? I suppose if they keep them on your face... It will help me see? I am.. Interested, I guess.

[Mix] -Looming in the door and totally didn't spook Prince into being compliant, nope.-

[Doc] Do you mind if I do a quick scan and get back to you? - Xe pulls out hir command block-

[Prince] A Scan? I.. Don't think so. What do you need me to do?

[Doc] You'd just put your hand on my computer so I can look at your code and see what you need.

[Celine] Sniffs the command block- Blinky block!

[Prince] -Slightly blunt expression toward Doc-

[Doc] If you don't want me too it's fine. I'm just offering.

[Prince] -Thoughtful look, head tilting toward door and looming Mix- ... I don't have a problem with it, I guess. Where do I put my hand?

[Doc] Plunks the block down in front of him, the edge is just touching the toes of one foot. - Just reach straight down

[Prince] -Puts one hand on the block, it's not quite centered, but it'll do.- That good?

[Doc] That will do just fine- xe pulls up the display and there's a bit of whirring as xe finds the ocular files and makes a copy of the relevant material- Perfect. Could you come and visit me, say tomorrow afternoon? All your housemates know where I live.

[Prince] Sure... ... -furrows brow a bit before sighing- And would you happen to know what that glowing is? It's really been annoying me. -He's staring off at a wall, up toward the ceiling.- I can probably check it out then too... -Voice trails off-

[Doc] What can you see that glows usually?

[Prince] Magic. I'm more acquainted with my seeds,-He gestures toward Mix- But there's a particularly bright spot of it up there....

[Doc] Is it moving around?

[Mb] in chat- WHERE THE FUCK IS MY DRAGON?!?!??

[Doc] Whoops!

[Doc] typing- I have her Mb, she's okay.

[Mb] WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE HER?! BRING HER BACK RIGHT NOW!!!

[Doc] Sheesh.... it's been nice meeting you Prince, but I gotta go. The kids dad is having a fit because she wandered off.

[Prince] See you later then, Doc.

[Mix] - ceases her looming in the doorway so they can go -

[yourladyocs]

tender asks for polaris

Fresh milk - What is your age?

I appear 25, but I am physically 20. 

Teeth - What is your gender identity?

Nonbinary! 

Honey - Do you have a nickname?

My name is simple enough! It’s pretty too! 

Breast - Do you get along with your mother?

I don’t have a mother! I have lots of sisters back home, but no mother!

Angelhood - What is one of your favorite memories?

Well my favorite memory so far is the time I got to dance on the beach and go exploring around the city. I was trying to get used to myself and my new way of thinking. My whole world was different and I wanted to explore it. I got to feel the sand and the mist of the sea breeze in a completely new way. These moments will always be my favorite. 

Tranquil - Who do you laugh the most with?

Myself! 

Adieu - Who do you dread saying goodbye to the most?

Part of myself. I hope I will never say goodbye to Kellan. 

Wax - Can you keep a secret?

I hope so! But one of my halves is an open book. 

Tinderbox - What do you cherish most?

I cherish everything I own and all the love I have inside of me. 

Paper - What is your favorite novel?

Hmmm, Layla loved reading a book about a romance called My Love She Calls from the Sea by Rosaleen Hart. I think I would have to read it again to see if I still like it! 

Box office - What is your favorite film?

(they don’t know and neither do I)

Stage - Do you have a talent?

I can sail ships and make maps. 

Tiger - What is your bravest moment?

My bravest moment would be that I jumped through a window to get to another building. It was no problem for me. We got this down! 

Treasure - What is your brightest characteristic?

My brightest characteristic is my kindness and my story telling. Or maybe its the knack for adventure and my gentlemen ways! I have a lot of things that I think are bright and I love. 

Morale - Is your castle made of glass or stone?

Stone (I think).

Wolf - Do you have an inner monster?

Layla does. She has a lot of self-hate, but Kellan balances it out. So I guess I have a itty-bitty one in a corner somewhere. 

Seven - Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, or Pride?

Lust for something more, like wander lust. Also Pride in myself seems to be a huge thing. 

Trick - White lie or deceit?

Deceit if needed. 

Illusion - Do you have a secret?

Of course! I have many. 

Heart - Are you in love?

Currently in love with myself! 

Mary - Are you a virgin?

Haha no. 

Bedroom - How would you define your sexual orientation?

I mean I am Aro/Ace to others. I am in love with the beginning of myself and I am good with that. I don’t need anyone else. My romance and my love is for myself and myself alone. 

Pink - Panties, bloomers, or lingerie?

Lingerie as long as it’s not too much. 

Rope - Do you have a fetish?

For myself

Tobacco - Do you smoke? 

Nope!

Wine - Do you drink?

Only occasionally!  

Whisky - Do you drink alone or socially?

Socially, it’s usually the only time I drink. 

Poison - Do you have an addiction?

Nope! Unless you call my need for the sea as an addiction. 

Taboo - Do you have any tattoos?

Nope, but wouldn’t it be cool!?

Metal - Do you have any piercings?

I do! I have ear piercings! 

Stitches - What kind of clothing do you wear?

Dark fabrics with accents of purple and silver. This is Layla’s favorite attire. Kellan prefers them masculine, so I wear these colors in a pant and shirt style. 

Eau de toilette - What is you favorite scent?

Jasmine and sea breeze! 

Murmur - How do you deal with drama?

I love to listen in then help as best I can! 

Hiccup - What makes you nervous?

Talking to people bigger than me. But I have enough confidence to deal with that! 

Gazelle - Do you participate in the arts?

Of course! 

Anomaly - What do you find unique about yourself?

Everything! I am super unique! 

Cedar - What is your favorite season?

I would want Fall or Winter. 

Balm - Who was the last person you kissed?

Kellan! Myself? 

[paissahut]

The process of moving Atlas’ belongings was a simple one. Everything he owns fit snugly into a duffel, and before he knew it his little room was just as bare as the day he moved in. Goodbye creaky chair, lumpy bed, wobbly desk…

He turns to leave the bedroom one last time, but finds himself immediately halted by a tiny figure below him. A little Lalafellan girl that could sit within the palm of Atlas’ hand. “So it’s true huh? Ya got in your fancy arcanist school?”

Atlas’ eyes widen in surprise of her knowledge, and he nods rapidly with his usual enthusiasm. “Word travels fast in the boarding house, as always. Indeed I got in. The application process was not as difficult as I anticipated.”

The little bean sprout applauds Atlas. “Yay! Good work, Atlie. I hope you didn't think of leaving without saying goodbye to me though, right?”

Atlas is aghast at such a suggestion. He reels back animatedly and retorts. “I would do no such thing!! In fact I was on my way to doing so, but you beat me to the punch.”

“You got all that schooling and magic and stuff and you still can't take one step ahead of me.” She sticks out her tongue in a teasing manner.

“Yeyelu! The NERVE! But you are not wrong, you've always been much keener than I. Perhaps you have a future in studying magics too, I would proudly watch as you grew and even surpassed me.” Atlas smiles fondly at his little friend. She is struck with the look and immediately tears well in her itty bitty eyes.

“Gonna miss having you around here, Atlie.”

Atlas panics and drops his bag, then follows on his knees. He huddles over her, frantic to calm the unrest he caused his little friend. “Yeye, please don't cry! Ahhh-- you know I can't stand to see you sad. Please remember I'm not leaving you for good! I'm still here on La Noscea, and if you need me I'm only a linkpearl away.”

He’s busily patting Yeyelu over the head with the tips of his fingers with rapidity, as if speeding up his petting would also speed up her emotional recovery. She's used to Atlas’ odd behaviors by now, and they even seem to succeed in soothing her. She pins his hand atop her head with her own little ones, relieving Atlas of his overeager effort to calm her.

“It's okay. I know.”

Yeyelu pulls the roe’s hand from atop her crown and looks at it… then swipes one of the big, fat, plain rings that adorn his fingers. She slips it over her wrist like a bangle. Twelve above, she can wear it on her wrist shecanwearitonherwrist. Atlas feels his heart squeeze as he's reminded just how small his friend is.

“This is mine now though.”

Atlas is nearly driven to tears just thinking about how cute Yeye is, but he bites back his overwhelming emotion. “It's yours,” He affirms. “I must be off though. There is a curfew and I don't intend to break it on my first night. Will you t--"

He clears his throat loudly and swallows down embarrassment.

“Will you tell your mother I said goodbye?”

Yeye notices Atlas stutter, and she grins impishly. “Yeah. I will. Bye Atlie, smell you later.” She jumps and high-fives his forehead before scampering off down the hallway.

Atlas is left helplessly dumbfounded. Several blinks later he’s launched to his full height and retorts defensively. “I… I do NOT smell!”

Atlas hurriedly collects his bag and proceeds down the hallway in a huff.

He does not smell.

~

Atlas returns his room key to the boarding house’s owners, a couple who use their inherited farmland and orchard to house and feed refugees. The boarding house used to be a huge home that the couple stayed in, but they humbly repurposed it for those in need of a roof over their head, and they now live in a furnished barn. They're easygoing and kind, and often lament that they haven't the space to take in more people. Atlas is endlessly grateful for their hospitality towards him.

With the key taken care of, there's only the trip back to the Mists remaining. It's a very short one, and before Atlas knows it he's beneath the door frame of his cozy little dormitory. He sets down his duffel and opens it up to hang up his garments in the wardrobe.

Done. Now for his books and stationery. Atlas is an avid letter writer, to the point where most of his income goes towards postage. He discusses and trades books, writes to two penpals in both the Shroud and Thanalan, and soon will be writing to Yeyelu who is in the process of learning to read. He quietly longed to be the one to teach her, but it's not his place to butt in the way of her mother’s curriculum for her.

As he's unpacking his stationery into the drawers of his fancy new desk, he notices an unopened letter jammed between two boxes of fancy paper. He pulls it out with some effort; the wax seal on the back melted a tad and became stuck.

...Ah. He immediately knows what this is. He receives these on a monthly basis now. Despite his displeasure at seeing the letter, it's his due diligence to open and read through every letter he receives. As expected, it reads the exactly the same as every single previous one.

“Usynhanth Awyrahtynsyn,

We have received a letter of recommendation on your behalf, and after review and much consideration, it would be our pleasure to have you at the Academy of Aetherial Manipulation.”

The letter goes on to list the benefits of the college, such as it's staff, housing, scholarships, etcetera....

This “letter of recommendation” that was supposedly submitted on his behalf is actually his father, the founder of the academy, trying to pluck him up for himself. His father is well aware of how Atlas feels about him, and yet he persists.

Sometimes he can’t help but wonder if he founded that academy just to bring Atlas back to him, but he knows better. It was founded so that he could bring all the resources he needed for his dark ambitions together into one place. Whatever bribery he might throw next, it won’t work. The only way that could ever happen is if he were to give up his secretive studies on Black Magics, and Atlas does not see that ever happening.

Unfortunately his father isn’t the only one at fault. Atlas’ silence on the matter has been gnawing at his conscience since the day he invited Atlas to study with him. He should report it to somebody-- no-- NEEDS to report it to somebody. The fact he is hesitating to makes him just as culpable as his father.

Atlas furrows his brow and quickly tears up the letter. He lets the shreds fall to his desk and turns away.

Now is not the time, Atlas. You have a room to tidy.

The student quickly busies himself, soon forgetting his worries once more. It’s not long until everything of Atlas’ is stowed away and the room looks almost as perfect as it did when he first came in, save for a little photo frame by his bed.

The clock on the wall reads ‘way past time-to-sleep-o’-clock,’ and Atlas practically leaps out of his clothes at this realization. Before it could get any later, the diligent roe has already wedged himself into bed and folded his glasses by the portrait. He aggressively turns over, as if to tell his brain, ‘Okay, now SLEEP!’

...It’s not happening. Oh Thaliak. This is not good. He’s going to wake up tomorrow TIRED and he CAN’T AFFORD THIS on the first day. What is Professor Ward going to think if he yawns in class? What if he misunderstands a small detail of a lecture or misses a note or...

Atlas has an idea, but he hesitates. He queues his linkpearl and speaks quietly. “Yeyelu? Are you awake?”

It takes almost no time at all for a little voice to peep back at him. “Yeah. Mum said it’s bedtime but I’m coloring instead.”

“Yeye! That’s not good behavior!” His hardened expression eases. “...But I’m glad you’re here anyhow. Do you remember when I said that if you needed me, I’m only a linkpearl away? Well, what if I need your help?”

“I know how to use the aetheryte if I gotta sneak out!” “Yeye, NO!” Atlas makes a sound so wholly horrified that the people in the other dorms now must think he has a haunted house set up in here. He claps a hand over his mouth, now horrified over the fact that he bleated loudly like a sheep. He practically begs her, “Please don’t sneak out! I just want you to read me your book!”

“Oh. I can do that.” There’s a shuffling where she takes her hand off her linkpearl, and she disappears for a minute or so. When she returns she’s flipping through the thick pages of a children’s book. Yeyelu’s gone through it a thousand times and probably has it memorized like a poem by now, but she likes the pictures and so she always finds the book anyhow. “The Very Hungry Spriggan.”

By the time the spriggan eats through five oranges on Lightsday, Atlas is fast asleep. Yeyelu can tell because he stopped chiming in after every single page to tell her good job. Her work here is done.

“G’night, Atlie. Love you.”

~

-For Awyrahtyn Doereidinsyn’s eyes only-

Father,

I contact you to inform you I will not be seeking schooling at the Academy. I have found my place elsewhere.

My opinions of you have not changed, even after all this time. So long as you carry on with your work you can expect me not to find my way back to you. Do not contact me again-- I want nothing to do with the life you lead. Failure to do so will tempt my impulsivity.

Usynhanth

Atlas calmly folds the strongly worded letter into thirds and slips it into an envelope. He posts it with a plain blue stamp and addresses it-- no return address. Next he’d pass it by, he would slip the envelope into the College’s postbox.

He stops and spends a long moment staring at the box containing his warning letter. Would the latter sentence come across as he intends? It wasn’t meant to be a threat, but no matter how he tried to word it in his head it still came across as such. He wanted to convey his severity; that’s it. The situation he is in is rather precarious, and whichever way the scales tip he needs to be ready to react.

He just… sincerely hopes he doesn’t have to turn his father in. Doing so would begin a domino effect of events that would result in his father dragging Atlas down through the Seven Hells with him. The fact that Atlas studies magic at all is evidence enough for any higher power to put him to death alongside his father. And if it’s not that, then he’d surely be locked up for “co-conspiring” with him, as his father would likely claim. None of this is below the petty man.

Atlas sighs heavily, then draws in a deep breath that has his chest puffed bigger than a lion’s. Everything will be okay. ...It’s gotta be okay. No matter how scared he is, it’s going to be okay.

The roegadyn turns his back on the postbox and returns to his dormitory. There’s still so much to be done before his first lesson! He should definitely brush up on algorithms. Or refresh his knowledge on the history of magic. Or both. Yes, a sound plan. He will evenly divide his remaining time between each genre of studies and get a fine tune in both.