#Jay the whimsical

[icybloggs]

God blesss😮‍💨

[innavjuzhanina]

"Witch of the Winter Songs" ❄️ First painting of 2024! I always like opening the year with smth magical and uplifting. Wishing you all the best year you've ever had so far 💓

Prints available ♥

[hewaje]

Sketchbook page 5

[charmcoindied]

i used to be really into toontown rewritten and i kind of miss it it's such a fun game but unfortunately it falls victim to the classic mmo game woe of getting super duper grindy once you get late in the game just to keep people playing. like running hqs is fun but i never felt particularly compelled to keep pushing yk? i dunno though maybe i'll come back to it sometime anyway

[aroacewxs]

my film assignment is a sock puppet show and i fucking love it already

[roarinsaurus]

literally every other warehouse 13 episode is either like

-“guys… we are a found family”

-myka going “i miss my wife. i miss her a lot”

-or someone going “this job… it kills you or makes you go crazy… but we’ll do it together…”

[electrlckster]

Honestly OC x canon is so fucking fun and i think everyone should do it

[kneebrac-ed]

head empty of fully formed thoughts, but jokes aside I’m taking the ‘becomes a man’ comment as meaning like, more competent at pirate business (guessing that’s where the bulging biceps come in :x ) and more emotionally mature. more understanding of his own and others needs, including in a relationship..s1 was him embarking on that journey, s2 will be him returning to it having learned. from everything denkins, rhys and taika have said about the relevancy of (less conventional) masculinity and how it’s addressed in the show, and rhys’ great emphasis on kindness, that’s how the concept is sitting for me rn

[methoughtsphantom]

halfas are the found family trope foster child

they all adopt each other. it’s the reason Vlad wanted so badly to have Danny as his son and the reason Danny immediately went with sure you’re my cousin now with Dani. it’s a survival mechanism from being so very few of their species. Sooo, halfa!Jason except he sorta isn’t yet cause Jason’s core is extremely ruptured from the lack of ectoplasm involved in his forceful resurrection. So when Danny finds Jason in his catatonic state he can’t quite tell the dude’s been dead and remains some, just that the guy for some reason seems very friend-shaped. Danny doesn’t mind his friend is braindead, and is also a john doe, he gives familiar vibes and that’s apparently enough for Danny to constantly find himself in the hospital doing his engineering homework on the room with the guy, and talking for hours about the updates on the absolute clusterfuck of the city and how he was from a freaking ghost town and he can almost even draw comparisons. he blabbers about how he’s not homesick enough times to even corner himself to talk about a ghost lore many times and how he’s just finding himself a little more prone to violence and in constant pain since none of the people he has adopted as his family are here with him and he can’t consider a place a lair if there’s isn’t someone of his in it.

But Danny could never drag someone with him just because of some it, after all it was Danny’s choice to come to Gotham to collage and not stay where at least his parents (good parents Jack and Maddie) were in Amity.

Ironically, Danny essentially can’t feel that his core has been spoon feeding ectoplasm to Jason. As months go on, the little ball of energy builds in anticipation practically vibrating in the waiting pulse of something (Danny doesn’t know but more often than not has he found himself laughing in happy confusion. it weirds him out in a good way) It’s really that he’s feeling the slow healing process of his friend (brother brother brother) ‘s core.Imagine it’s just about to properly, correctly heal when canon strikes back and Jason gets snatched by League assassins. Danny is left feeling like his core got torned out. His core had spend months helping another’s only to feel the other’s imprint and to not be able to protect it in return is— forget it being an obsession; thats like having your newborn baby being ripped out of your arms. An all assuaging feeling of helplessness that is devastating. Danny just beginning to feel like home lair when out of nowhere the rug is swept under him. Danny suddenly struggling to not flunk all his classes and beat every single liminal that he can feel crossing paths with him to the ground. Danny suddenly having his chronic pain (that hadn’t been so bad lately) dialed up to the point that there are just bearable and bad days.

The worse thing is he doesn’t know why.

Jason had only been a guy.

…

It’s only a three weeks before Jazz tells him she accepted a job offer in Gotham.

(and the guilt only makes him feel worse when he can feel himself feel better because of it)

…

now

whimsical time skip ✨

Danny is now on his feet again and friends with a Wayne of your choice (or maybe they were friends a little before Jay dissapeared and it was badTM cause Waynes? liminal 🥲) Danny definitely didn’t enjoy snapping off to his friend like that. anyways it’s been a year since that and he and his friend are having a grand time playing civvies, uhh let’s say dick because I want them to meet while ice skating, Also Dick because he definitely turns a blind eye when Danny goes airborne for a second there yep. He’s just having too much fun.

anyways as alwaysTM Danny doesn’t clock celebrities and like why would he, Dick is just the random guy who’s was fast to turn Danny’s slow day in the ice ring into a competition one day and brighten when Danny matched up his puns. So he totally doesn’t get why the guy’s so gloomy one day, anyways as you can figure, it’s Jason’s deathday and Dick is a deprecating bean, Danny tries to cheer him up by having him remember his brother instead and Dick attempts to, but even skipping through some photos in his phone make his eyes burn.

It is because of that that he doesn’t notice Danny absolutely freeze up at the photo of his friend Jay (Jay because he’s a John Doe, but that’s just too impersonal and so the first letter is J *wink wink*)

Danny absolutely doesn’t know what to do with this information, barely catches himself from asking Dick how did his brother die. Most importantly when because Danny just saw Jay—Jason less than a year ago, and this somehow doesn’t feel too recent.

Annd that how we find Danny digging into the Wayne second son tragedy. Staring at the date of death while the knowledge that they met almost six months after burns his forefront of his mind. Danny spends a day going over all the questions running through his mind over how the fuck he couldn’t sense Jay was a ghost—err was… in past tense?? what the fuck?? Danny would really like a refund on his ghost sense.

Anyways Danny goes check out the grave (now that he knows there is one) and boom although intangible he somehow triggers those shitty ass sensors/alarms that somehow didn’t go off when jason was literally digging himself out.

Obviously the bats get in the case immediately. And boy are they absolutely enraged that someone would steal Jason’s body.

[crowleycorvid]

whimsical dress jay bc she deserves it

[txttletale]

Another advantage of getting to know the narrator of your RPG is that it helps mitigate unconscious bias in your design. Dungeons & Dragons has a notably anthropological narrative voice, explaining other cultures and creatures like a scientist in the field. The language of D&D mimics the writing style of mid-century scientists traveling to “exotic” locations and cataloging non-Western experiences as part of a documentation of the Other. It’s easy for newer designers to want to “write a game like D&D” without regard for how even the narrative voice of Dungeons & Dragons carries unintended political baggage. Is a bird’s-eye and judgemental perspective really the energy you want to bring to your whimsical fantasy world? Or is there another perspective within your world that can be more useful, and allow you to find new perspectives on the world you’ve created.

—Jay Dragon, The Storyteller Technique

[lookismfanfics]

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭

Warnings: None! It’s purely fluff! (Semi-Established relationship)

Daniel • Jay • Jace • Vasco • Eli • Warren • Olly • Jake • Lineman •

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 🝮 He was tired from... Actually, you’re not sure. He’s always tired by the time we swings by your place.

🝮 You could tell his eyelids were getting heavy. He tried stifling his yawns as best as he could… but…

🝮 His cheek made contact with your shoulder, first. Warm, and, despite appearances, pudgy. 🝮 Your fingers brushed back his swoop of bangs.

🝮 He stirred, mumbling an apology.

🝮 You insisted it was fine, but eased him into your bed anyways. It wasn’t comfortable on the futon.

🝮 Your head hit your pillow about an hour later. Sleep was crawling at the corners of your mind. You shut your eyes, welcoming the darkness. 🝮 And then there’s Daniel.

🝮 It was subconscious. An accident. (Since he sleeps on— himself— all the time.)

🝮 Suddenly you felt the warmth of his mochi cheeks… on your chest?!

🝮 🚩🚩🚩

🝮🚨🚨🚨

🝮 *Panic screams*

🝮 A ton of heat rushes to your face. You’re not sure what to do…!

🝮 You look down at his sleeping features. The glow of the night light cascading pink warmth against his profile… his bangs that fall in just the right way. It makes you wanna melt.

🝮 He relaxes into your body; and soon your pulse steadies. 🝮 He insists; it was unintentional.

𝐉𝐚𝐲

🝮 You can tell that he’s getting just a little frustrated with the design-portion of your exams.

🝮 It’s your second year in the Fashion course. You and Jay are currently struggling to invent any whimsical outfit ideas for your mid-term assignment.

🝮 You see his head lower closer to his desk as he rips out yet another page from his sketchpad.

🝮 “Is it the anatomy again? Or the actual clothes?”

🝮 He glances back at you, a frown molded onto his lips.

🝮 One nod of the head confirms your suspicions.

🝮 You set down your pencil.

🝮 “Let’s take a break. You’re gonna get burn-out if you don’t…” you warn firmly

🝮 Despite the rapid shakes of his head, you drag him up from his seat and onto the couch.

🝮 Cross-legged, huddled in the corner of the sofa, you force your partner upright. 🝮 Your hands curl into his taught muscles. He flinches upon the contact, recoiling slightly. You rub more gently. 🝮 You smile as you watch Jay slowly melt into your massage. His head droops forward, his back muscles relieved of their tension.

🝮 And then… the faux-blonde began slowly reclining onto your smaller form.

🝮 His head lay against your chest gently, pinning you to the arm of the sofa.

🝮 What could you do but watch his chest heave rhythmically up and down? It distracted you from admiring his aristocratically sculpted features; including but not limited to his tempting lips, defined collar bone, and tiny nose

🝮 You swore, you saw on “sleeping beauty’s” seemingly blank face, the tiniest smirk etch into the corners of his mouth

🝮 Jay shook his head when you accused him of being awake… but you were both well aware of the truth.

🝮 He was tired. But it was semi-intentional

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐞

🝮 It doesn’t matter if he’s an intellectual genius… or a kid detective… or any of that crap.

🝮 Jace Park, in all honesty, wasn’t expecting you to be “touch starved.” 🝮 He wasn’t entirely convinced he knew what that meant…

🝮 But here he was, playing a good boyfriend like the hopeless romantic he was. 🝮 And there you were… sprawled out on his bed, running your fingers through his hair while his head rested on your chest.

🝮 He faced away from you… towards your mix-matched socks. His cheek warmer than usual against your fully-clothed chest.

🝮 Your fingers released his hair for a moment to tease his ears

🝮 You feel the weight on your chest heat up increasingly, so you stop, a hint of a smirk toying at your lips

🝮 “What’d you mean by touch starved?” Jace asks finally, glancing up at you with no-nonsense interest.

🝮 You look away sheepishly, once again tugging on his hair to distract yourself

🝮 “I dunno. I just felt kinda… like I hadn’t been touched in a while.” 🝮 Jace releases a hum that you can feel vibrate his entire being. It makes your heart pound a little faster.

🝮 He’d probably fall asleep like that; lying on your chest. But of course, only per your request. He’s much too good embarrassed for those sorts of scandalous things.

𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨

🝮 Everything about this man is heavy. 🝮 His entire physique screams “I weigh over 200 lbs.”

🝮 So you’re a little scared. You’re scared of what he’s capable of.

🝮 You’re scared of what he could do to you- intentional or not. 🝮 Vasco is Vasco. And no matter how much they insist… St. Bernard’s aren’t meant to be lap dogs.

🝮 You want to deny him the opportunity…

🝮 But you feel a surge of trust when you look into his eyes.

🝮 He looks calm at the moment. Mature. His eyes are dark, and yet they hold their docile gentleness that assures you he isn’t in his “predator” mode.

🝮 He asks again, softly:

🝮 “Can I listen to your heart?”

🝮 You release a sigh, nodding your head without much hesitation. You’ve made up your mind, after all.

🝮 Vasco is about to bend down, but you stop him.

🝮 “Let’s just lay on my bed…” you murmur quietly. It’s a real struggle to battle off your growing blush

🝮 So that’s how you ended up pressed against your pillow, legs intertwined with his, your fingers laced together and laid across his broad shoulders.

🝮 Vasco was listening to your heart for a good long while, glancing up at you with wide and innocent puppy-eyes

🝮 You smoothed back his hair just in time to see his eyes flutter shut

🝮 Vasco wasn’t that heavy…

🝮 His cheek felt feather-light against your chest- his body hardly applying any pressure onto yours.

🝮 You sign heavily, rubbing his back with your hands. He’ll keep up the intense plank until he wakes up. You know that.

🝮 He falls asleep on your chest really quickly. He’ll ask permission before though! 🥺

𝐄𝐥𝐢

🝮 You’re both really tired.

🝮 Eli’s eyes have dark rings beneath them. He’s still smiling- even if it looks Barbie-level plastic at this point. His hair is all rumpled, too.

🝮 You pull down the covers and begin crawling into bed: “Is her fever down?”

🝮 Eli nods, sliding next to you lethargically

🝮 You’re too tired to even blush, nodding your head as he draped his leg around your frame

🝮 You wrap your arm around his shoulders, egging him closer to you

🝮 And soon, his warm breath is tousling against your shirt. He’s completely out of it…

🝮 You let your eyes shut.

🝮 You absorb in the feeling of Eli laying on top of you, legs straddling your side, cheek melting into your chest, his hair tickling your chin.

🝮 You stay like that for a long time, both just resting your eyes.

🝮 When you feel Eli’s face heating up, even when he’s deep in sleep, you have to promise yourself not to groan when he wakes up

🝮 The start of a fever, for Eli, means that he has trouble falling asleep. 🝮 Especially since Yenna is already sick…

🝮 It also means that now, you’ve become his personal pillow.

🝮 His favorite pillow.

🝮 It’s very intentional; but it’s something both of you initiate, so…

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧

🝮 You force his head forward.

🝮 Sitting on the couch, your legs draped around his shoulders; you’re attempting to style the mighty Warren Chae’s hair

🝮 Your hands comb through his dark black strands of hair, gel smearing across the roots of his hair.

🝮 It smells like hair product; which he hates; but you tell him that he has to look nice today, and you won’t let him leave without looking a little different

🝮 Finally, with all his moaning about how painful it is, you give up

🝮 “Fine. Get up here on the couch is you have to…” you mutter vehemently, glaring at him

🝮 Warren is fine.

🝮 The-Diva-Warren-Chae is not.

🝮 “(My) Butt hurts.”

🝮 “You poor thing,” you deadpan

🝮 You’re well aware that he isn’t fond of fixing up his appearance. And you’re also aware that sitting on hard concrete isn’t exactly comfortable.

🝮 You spread out your legs further to accommodate his hips. Your hands reach up for his hair, once again swishing it back with more elegance than it usually has.

🝮 As you continue to swoop his hair back, tugging gently at the roots, you start to feel the weight of his back in between your legs.

🝮 And slowly… Warren slips downward.

🝮 The back of his head rests against your chest; pressed close to your pathetically pounding heart.

🝮 You sputter, shaking his shoulders lightly.

🝮 He hums in reply. “Let me sleep…”

🝮 You sigh. Your hands entangle into his hair, and you rest your chin against his head.

🝮 He fell asleep. It was probably an accident… right?

𝐎𝐥𝐥𝐲

🝮 Olly was concentrating, you noticed.

�� There was a slight change in his posture; a decline in his usual chaotic-energy that always filled the room

🝮 He leaned forward onto his knees, cupping his cheek with his hand and draping the other across his thighs.

🝮 First, you had tried to ignore it. He was staring at your side profile, wordlessly, with a neutral expression.

🝮 You knew it was wrong... But compared to his fake smiles- you preferred his serious face. Just... Not when it was directed at you.

🝮 You turned to him tentatively, quirking a brow. “What is it now?”

🝮 His expression doesn’t change. He just mumbles: “Nothing.”

🝮 And then just as you turn away: “Lay down.”

🝮 You turn abruptly to him, puzzlement washing over your features.

🝮 “How many pills did you have—?” “Can you just do it already?-!”

🝮 Olly rises, shrugging off his jacket and pushing you onto the sofa.

🝮 Son of a…

🝮 For a feeling moment you think he’s going to take advantage of you. Or hurt you. Or do something that’ll negatively affect you for the rest of your-

🝮 And then his head falls onto your chest.

🝮 👁👄👁

🝮🧍‍♀️/🧍‍♂️

🝮 “What’re you doing?” You ask

🝮 His knees are on the ground, shoulders hunched over you, and face relaxing on your chest.

🝮 He turns towards you, taking a moment to burry into your chest face-down, before returning your gaze. 180°.

🝮 “What’s it look like?” He asks excitedly-

🝮 When he’s this close you can very distinctly see the inked star (✵) next to his eye, and the freckles that hide on the bridge of his nose.

🝮 You just sigh, shoving his head to the other side.

🝮 You lay there for about… half an hour? And when your body starts to cramp up, and you want to move…

🝮 You realize that Big Daddy, Olly Wang, is asleep.

🝮 He had initiated it. But it did feel… comfortable.

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

🝮 “Mr. Butt?” 🝮 “Mrs. Boobs?”

🝮 “Oh shut up!”

🝮 You don’t quite remember how this happened… only that now that you were both in this position, neither of you had the intention of leaving.

🝮 Jake Kim had very soft hair. You knew that already… you had cut it for him on numerous occasions.

🝮 You had asked about it, and Jake had said you could touch it.

🝮 But now here he was, teasing you just as relentlessly as you were teasing him.

🝮 With your fingers entangled in his hair, your faces a breath apart from each other, you were certain that whatever move you made would have to really throw him off.

🝮 “…Look (Y/N)… I appreciate the gesture and all… but now you’re kinda pulling on my—”

🝮 Think? There isn’t any time to think.

🝮 You flop backwards onto the armchair, and Jake falls with you.

🝮 It doesn’t take long for the two of you to get more comfortable. Jake, forgetting his previous discomfort, slides his hips into the side of the oversized chair, spooning your frame and smashing it into the other arm.

🝮 Strings of conversation murmur through the room without much point. You both have one goal, it would seem.

🝮 As much as Jake would rather be in your position, he complies to the situation he’s in.

🝮 Gradually the two of you melt together, Jake’s cheek resting against your chest.

🝮 He feels warm, and slightly heavy. Your fingers awkwardly retract from his hair in order to trace his side profile.

🝮 Seeing as your banter has died out, and you both feel somewhat comfortable, it’s only natural that Jerry finds you asleep in that very position.

🝮 It was a gradual process that both of you partook in. Afterwards, Jake didn’t tease you about it, and you both only mentioned it on occasion.

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧

🝮 He’s just a little bit tired, he says.

🝮 You can tell, just by looking at him, that that’s a load of ␈

🝮 Soon you’re gesturing him into your bed, even if it does kill you that his sneakers are still on.

🝮 You help him shrug off his jacket, despite him insisting he can handle it on his own.

🝮 “You say that, but you look like you’re on the verge of collapsing.”

🝮 And collapse he did.

🝮 You heard him flop down onto your pillows, and gave him a few minutes or so to fall asleep.

🝮 Now it was your turn, and since you were quite confident he was unconscious, it didn’t bother you at all to strip naked and get into your sleeping wear in front of him.

🝮 Him: ➖👄➖ 💤

🝮 You’d never tell him what he “missed out” on, because truly he didn’t miss anything that would really impress him-

🝮 You crawl beside him, tucking your legs under the covers.

🝮 First you wrap your arm around his neck.

🝮 Bless him for being a side sleeper. 😩

🝮 He’s out cold. Really cold.

🝮 Cradling his head and moving it onto your chest isn’t a problem. He complies easily.

🝮 You’ve always wanted to sleep with him like this. Without him at night, you turn on all three nightlights and cradle your pillow until morning.

🝮 But now that Lineman’s with you, you can sleep.

🝮 You initiated it, of course, but in the morning the only one with regrets is you for not doing it sooner.

🝮 (Also he thinks this is a sign that you wanna start something so you gotta push him off of you to go to school)

Part 2. Ft Gun, Goo, James/DG, Vinjin, Johan, Zack? Anyone?

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

I know that experienced Elemental Masters don't need to wave their hands or anything to control their elements, but are there any stances or hand/leg movements that make it easier for the Ninja to use their elements in the mean time?

A lot of Kai's movements start with focusing himself via breathing–and not just cause of his fire breath. Fire relies on oxygen to thrive, so Kai's fire tends to be more potent after taking a breath, i.e. taking in more oxygen. This is also related to why his chest tightens and his lung ache when the Order cut him off from his powers~

Jay tends to use his fingers a lot when he needs to be more precise– just waving a hand or arm around can cause lightning to go haywire, but when he directs lightning with a finger or two, he lowers the amount of area that the lightning can strike—thus, more direct hit on a target.

Cole getting into a steady stance before striking helps to ground himself before going at full strength, hence why he often will very briefly pause before his impacts (a similar principal to to how the Swooping Hawk maneuver works in this universe, along with Lloyd's Potential Energy). Alternatively, when he's already motion, he can't always just suddenly stop, so he compensates for this with his kicks and spins, as the shift from arm-movement to kicking-motions achieves the same effect as bracing for a powerful buildup, just in one straight-through motion.

Zane doesn't often rely on 'stances' as a lot of time when using his powers he just uses it, often as a reaction to something else rather than as a first strike, without doing anything fancy beforehand. As he's already os patient and perceive before throwing himself into the thick of it, there's less of a need for him to do anything to give himself an edge—he's already got one just by watching and waiting. (It could also just be that his element is literally intertwined with his soul and thus doesn't need to think about how to utilize it half-a-hard, but eh)

Nya, being water, had a variety of approaches she can take when preparing to use her power—she can be rigid and patient like ice, fluid and forceful like a river, or light and whimsical like a vapor. Often enough she'll invoke the force of a rushing rapid because its easy and often effective, but after more training and becoming more attuned with herself, she gets accustomed to using some other methods for fighting—as with water, there is no one right way to do things.

Lloyd as he is now has no rhythm or direct stances for what he does–similar to Zane, he just does and is also very reactionary. But after gaining his full power, he is also the quickest to not rely on hand-motions or the sort (mainly thanks to his eventually high of utilizing the Golden Power jhgfdgfd). That being said, the little arm-swooshy movements he does from S8 onwards to start generating his energy ahead of time I see as him connecting with the universal powers that be and helps him focus before combat (and then he looks cool while doing it)

[theelmoarchive]

Hey guys I drew this silly guy a few days ago

It's Jay if he was whimsical and fun (he is not) (he is severely ill)

[sparks-chaotic-cove]

So- Wild West SMP has me in a chokehold... so here's some silly rambles about the blorbos. (I've had this in my notes for a few days. edited today before posting. Planned to do everyone in this but oh gosh I do not have the time-)

First off;

Redbite: the Unwilling Enchantress

Enchanting both by her kindness and whimsical, energetic attitude, most people have positive feelings about Red. However, as the players figure out more... all roads seem to point back to Red in some way. She's not a sheriff but she can charm them- and occasionally acts like she's on par or above them in some way (not in a derogatory way- in a literal "I am higher than you in the business"). Senspirilla convinced Jay with Red being one of his main points to calm 'em down. There is something off about Red- whether she knows it or not. Jay keeps having memories of talking to Red about the resetting world- or well, resetting or absent memories. He's reluctant on certain things- like the bounties- but does allow them, especially with the urging on of Sen and others. Is she the puppet or the puppeteer? (on my gosh we're back in the building again with the resets war flashbacks) Sly enchantress, do you know of your work, or have you become one with the hurt?

Jay: The Returned Omen

A jackal, the cackling hound of the savannah..., but this jackal isn't cackling at all. Jay's imbued with X to his very core. Where a mangled eye would be stands a glittering green geode. Keeper of past memories, imbued with a specifically new ore... he's both a ghost of the past and a mark of the future... an omen of what's to come. In turn, he is a keeper of memories... a keeper of the cycle... and he's becoming part of the core of that cycle as well. Oh jackal in the night, who do you come to slight?

Draxas: The Rotting Marvel

Draxas... the dragon. Memories of destruction, feelings of flying. Metal claiming them bit by bit by bit... pain marring most other feeling. Draxas is strong- but there's a sense about 'er that seems... like she was greater. Stronger. More wondrous- more frightening. Now he's rotting- but not exactly with decay. Metal creeps across his skin, cutting and callousing... still warm to the touch, like his own flesh is being graced by King Midas. Now, his wings creep with gray, their saturation dying away. Metal and stone, marring him down to the bone. Dragon Dragon in the sky, why must you flap your wings with fright?

[cradle-of-darkness]

here's one of my epithet ocs!! jay my silly guy!!! I've had him for a while now and I might make some stuff with him so here he is

he's a whimsical, slightly airheaded travelling clown. his epithet (among other things) can manipulate sunlight, which he likes to use for performances!