#TY FOR ASKING AHHHH

[fangel]

Hiii! I love harvest of purity so much 😭 thank you so much for writing. It’s so close to my heart. I haven’t stopped thinking sbt it since I’ve read.

I just wanted to ask if you can elaborate on the situation after sunghoon and y/n left town. Canonically, did she enrol in some college or course? Did they live tog? Or did she get a job while he was at uni? Please give me us a small insight into what their lives might’ve looked like😔😔😔🙏🙏

hiii !! i’m so happy you loved it :’) thank you so much for reading it !! it’s also very close to my heart and i love it even more knowing that it touched other people the same way ♡ it’s so crazy to me actually

OHMYGOSH YES i’d love to share !!

i imagine that mc moves in with sunghoon while he finishes college. i don’t see her feeling comfortable to enroll in more school or the same one as him considering it was a religious college and all. i think she’d like to pursue her own thing in creating art and/or working small odd jobs here and there (sunghoon takes care of her bc duh!)

when he’s done with school / has a career they’d get a home together. have pets. continue to love each other, marry even, and be real freaky nasty in the most unshameful and comfortable ways lol ♡

[cent-scratchnsniff]

green apple flavor

[rookinthecrownest]

17 for the ask game!

17. Rook teaching someone a skill

“It’s alright, Little Dove. Try again”

Madeleina Mercar sits with her daughter, held snuggly in her lap, and watches as blue sparks of magic sputter in and out existence.

Francesca huffs, and Madeleina, knowing her daughter as she does, is picturing the look of frustration on her delicate features although she can’t see her. Her aquiline nose must be scrunched, and thick brows drawn low over doe-like eyes. The blue light emanating from her small hands fades, as they drop into her lap.

Frannie turns to her mother and frowns, her shoulders deflating, “I can’t do it … not like you”

Madeleina runs her hands gently through her pin-straight black hair. One of the many features, both in personality and appearance, she inherited from her father. Lucanis’ little twin, in nearly every way. The best of both of them, Madeleina thinks. After all, the magic bit was all her.

“Ah, little Dove, you’ve only been at this for a few days” Madeleina offers a warm smile and touches her forehead to Frannie’s, reveling her daughter’s warmth. “You’ll get better, you just need more practice”

That only seems to deepen Francesca’s frown as she pulls away from her mother, indignant.

“I’m a mage!” She says, punctuated with the stubbornness of youth. “I should be able to -... to... I don’t know! Make something!”

Then, she lets loose the real crux of the issue next.

“How am I supposed to tell my baby brother stories if I can’t do it like you…” 

Madeleina is unable stop herself from letting out a surprised breath. A little part of her had certainly been curious when Francesca barged into their bedroom one night and demanded to know how Madeleina’s illusions work. She had planned on showing her at some point, of course – but wanted to wait until she was a bit older and had a more refined grasp on her magic. When her magic first manifested, she nearly froze their elderly cat, Frupert, into an ice sculpture. Francesca’s control had improved leaps and bounds since then, but it still wasn’t quite perfect and one had to watch for the errant fireball when she was in one of her moods. The singe marks being painted over their estate were proof of that, and the staff had learned to duck quite well as a result. Nonetheless, she was making all the progress she could in her personal instruction of Francesca– making use of her time in the Circle to guide her instruction.

Madeleina smiles warmly and rubs her growing belly, now about four months into pregnancy. Francesca joins the motion and pulls herself into a hug with her mother.

She doesn’t know how long they’ve been sitting there, holding each other, and she’s not sure what prompts her to conjure an illusion, but she does so anyway.

It’s a familiar one – a castle surrounded by four turrets and long, pointed spires. Finely gilded wrought-iron gates bar the entrances. It floats between them for a few moments, and her daughter stares, transfixed by its construction.

“That’s the castle from the Sleeping Princess” Francesca mumbles. “I’ll never be able to make it…”

“Yes, you will. You just need to start with something smaller” Madeleina waves her hand and the castle disappears from existence.

“We use our magic to tap into the Fade and make the real world a little more like the Fade- just for a moment” She explains, putting her arm out in front of her daughter again. It glows with blue light once more. “When I do my magic, I think if it as bringing the stories that live in my heart into the real world, using the Fade as the bridge”

Madeleina holds her daughter closely, and Francesca in turn, nuzzles into her neck.

“Think hard, think carefully about a memory or a story. Something simple, but important to you. Focus on it in your mind’s eye, and then draw on the Fade to make it real”

“Mmm…” Frannie looks hesitant, and Madeleina gently touches their foreheads again and puts a hand on her daughter’s heart.

“Don’t think about it so much in here” She bonks their foreheads together gently and Frannie blinks in confusion. “Think with this” Madeleina puts a finger on her daughter’s chest, where her heart should be, and leans back.

Francesa closes her eyes tightly, balls her fists together, and clenches them tightly until they start glowing blue again. She keeps her eyes closed like she’s searching for something deep in the recesses of her mind.

‘Come on, you can do it’ Madeleina thinks to herself, watching eagerly as the results of her daughter’s efforts start to take shape.

She bites her lip as three amorphous blobs start winding their way into a clumsy existence at the hands of her daughter.

“You’re doing it, Little Dove! Keep going” Madeleina whispers in her ear, and puts a reassuring hand on her back.

Francesca’s eyebrows furrow in concentration. Madeleina restrains a chuckle as she watches Frannie’s tongue stick out of the side of her mouth.

She’s made a few shapes before, but has never sustained something so complicated as a fully formed figure or a building.

Three figures start stretching out and winding back on and collapsing in on themselves. Just when she thinks Francesca’s about to give up, one of them starts taking shape. Slowly, but surely, one of the figures starts to resemble… Lucanis?

It has his widow’s peak, feathered back hair, the beard, the square jaw and handsome features she fell in love with all those years ago. Then, the other blob starts to take on more of her features, for just a moment, before a grunt of effort from Francesca releases the illusion into the Ether once more.

“Agh! Why!” Frannie pounds her fists on her knees and groans, leaning back into Madeleina’s arms and flopping like every ounce of tension from every muscle left her in that exact moment.

Madeleina chuckled and pinched her cheeks. “Little Dove, I’ve been doing this kind of magic for over twenty years. Give yourself time”

“I should be better at it” Frannie huffs again, crossing her arms over her chest.

She certainly has her father’s stubbornness and need for perfection in everything they do.

“You’ll get there, I promise”

A soft knock comes at the door, and a moment later, her husband is peeking through.

“Where are my girls?” Lucanis grins as he comes to stand in the doorway. Francesca, carefully, given Madeleina’s swollen belly, extricates herself from her mother’s grasp and runs quickly to her father. She wraps her arms around his legs and sulks against his finely tailored black trousers.

“I can’t do Mom’s magic like she can” She whines into his pant-leg.

Lucanis chuckles and pats her hair gently. “Few can, my darling girl. But you have the best teacher in all of Antiva – perhaps Thedas.” He gives Madeleina a knowing look, and she can’t help the flush that creeps over her cheeks when he does. All these years, and he still has that effect on her.

He leans down to her level and gently takes hold of her shoulders, the size of his hands dwarfing them, “But you’re going to keep working on it, hm? Because?”

Francesca nods solemnly, “Because I’m a Dellamorte… and we don’t give up”

Lucanis nods, “Good. Now, that’s enough real magic for one night hmm. How about some culinary magic, courtesy of your loving father?”

Francesca beams, “What did you make tonight?”

“Your favourite” He answers, looking rather satisfied with himself.

“Oh- mushroom, seafood and lemon risotto?” Francesca asks hopefully, her green eyes shimmering with excitement.

Lucanis nods and before he can verbally affirm the statement their daughter squeals and starts running down the winding staircase and heading for the west wing of the estate, where the dining room(s) are located.

“She gets that from you” Lucanis jerks his thumb towards Madeleina and smiles.

She rolls her eyes and steadies herself on both hands before pushing up. Lucanis is next to her with inhuman speed and has his arms steadying hers before she’s even fully pushed herself off the floor.

“Take it easy, cara mia” He whispers, leaning close. Madeleina feels that same flush creeping up the back of her neck, and the tips of her ears.

Madeleina, once fully upright, rolls her eyes and ribs him playfully. “I’m fine. You worry worse than a Chantry mother”

Lucanis presses a chaste kiss to her cheek and keeps her encircled in his arms even as she moves to follow their daughter to the dining room.

“Mi Amor, I will spend the rest of my days being eternally grateful that I have you and our children to fret over”

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

It's super rad that the number of hits for TDSB exceeds the word count, but only by 98.

Congrats ^^ It's a fantastic fic and I thought you might find the comparison to be as cool as I did

IM SORRY FUCKING WHAT?????

HOW????? H O W?????

LIKE MY WORD COUNT IS INSANE- HOW DOES THAT- I DONT- AHHHHHHHHH

AND YES ITS GREAT, BUT ONCE AGAIN I NEVER REALLY CHECK ITS SO PROCESSING BEING PERCIVED

[boxofthings]

dare i say shadow!roach with ur gravesroach thoughts?

omg I was literally just thinking of this hdjshfjiwid you have no idea how excited I was to see you say this, Santi!! This could be SUCH an interesting sub plot

I'm just thinking of the aftermath of Roach's almost death where he's picked up by Shadows and specifically being looked after by Graves

I understand Graves is a cocky backstabber, but his relationship with his Shadows genuinely does seem pretty wholesome, I can imagine if he got a new recruit he'd be a very attentive mentor ( I rewatched the scene in MWII where Graves keeps calling out to his downed Shadows and urging Shepherd to send backup for them, like he def cares for his men)

I was also thinking of having Graves be the one to teach Roach ASL because oof think of that extra internal conflict when Roach has to choose between helping the 141 and staying loyal to SC and specifically the man who helped him adapt to military life post-injury ughhhh

Literally, any Roach-centric pairing has me in a chokehold. Angst for days, I love it.

I feel like this could go either two ways:

Graves genuinely does care for Roach's wellbeing (as seen in canon with his actual shadows) and develops a close bond while helping Roach recover from his injuries (could lead to some interesting dynamics between Graves, the 141, and Shepherd)

or, Graves is fully on board with Shepherd's plan to use Roach as leverage against the 141 and only pretends to form a bond with him (just more trauma for Roach lol poor guy)

either way, they'd lead to some good conflict

and if you factor in the whole GhostRoach focus of this AU, I think adding a GravesRoach sub plot would be extra juicy (think of Ghost's reaction when he finds out Roach is alive and all personal with the commander of SC)

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

i just reblogged your post showing one of the outsiders tiktoks and then came to your page to see you’re an ASL student!! i’m currently in college majoring in ASL interpretation!

AGH!! GLORY SMALL WORLD!! that is SO cool!! I've been learning around 5 years now n I'm studying to be an interpreter!!! if u ever wanna chat hit me UP it's SO cool to find another asl student AND an outsiders fan!!!!

[edns]

Cyan is real now. Cyrus (aka this guy post timeskip) coming soon hopefully

[liverpool-enjoyer]

this is gavi and pedri’s friendship:

pedri: ur short

gavi: dude ur only a cm taller than me

pedri: still short

ferran: yeah man why you so short

pedri: how fucking dare you judge someone based on their height? Do you know how disrespectful it is? I'm gonna find you, I'm gonna kill you using camp nou grass–

HASJLSDFHJS LITERALLY!!! cue ferran immediately looking into the camera like hes on the office

also im so curious as to how you can kill someone w camp nou grass. im sure pedri will find a way tho. i trust him.

[wikitpowers]

give us your kitty song recs !!!! please 🥹

OMG!!! THERE ARE SO MANY!!! I EVEN HAVE A KITTY PLAYLIST IF U WANNA CHECK IT OUT! BUT HERE ARE SOME OF MY FAVS <3 :

glimpse of us - joji

say don’t go - taylor swift

love is gone - acoustic - slander, dylan matthew

the one that got away - acoustic - katy perry

happier - ed sheeran

i want to be with you - chloe moriondo

4 ever 4 me - demi lovato

i didn’t know - sofia carson

why - shawn mendes

never not - lauv

all this time - only the poets

when i look at you - miley cyrus

off my face - justin bieber

[mrghostrat]

hi there, i’m a different anon but i also want to support monthly but i can only do less than 5 dollars. for some reason it still won’t let me do less than 5 for the monthly support?

AGH sorryyyy the settings page is so confusing because it labels two different sections as "minimum" and i can never figure out which is which 😭

i found a way to change the look of the page so THIS should hopefully work!! ko-fi.com/bilvyy

[mitnnvy]

What program you use for drawing??

I use Ibis Paint X!

AND TYY FOR THE ASK!! AHH!!! 🍮🍮

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Omg ok I just saw a video on main coon cats and it made me think of suguru. What are your thoughts on main coon sugu? I think it'd be so cute, the gentle giant with the long black fur, and main coons are really cuddly so he'd like drape himself across you (and accidentally crush you a lil) ahhhhhh I miss him :(

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 MAINE COON SUGUUUUUUUUUU ANON YOUR BRAIN . canon to me……. it’s perfect…. he’s so big and fluffy and heavy just draping himself over you and purring T_T your big guard cat!!!!!!!! sits by the front door whenever someone knocks so he can protect you in case it’s an intruder <33333

^ literally sugu …….

[prismaticpichu]

Ayup, wanted to send you another doodle your writing inspired because the thought of the Jenova chapter in How To Keep Your Sephiroth Sane happening at the same time as Sephiroth is trying to withstand the mortifying ordeal of family dinners is hilarious to me. Space parasite mom is raging and scheming and her test tube baby is just standing there being socially awkward, completely oblivious to the spooky goings-on and thinking about pasta And on the more serious note, I wish you so, SO much luck in getting through this and getting back to a place where everything doesn't feel so difficult anymore. Highschool is universally acknowledged to be ASS (I was in a shitty place too last year at 17 and since getting outta there and out of the mental hole, things have only been up, drastically up, so I hope it'll be the same for you) and I promise nobody blames you for needing a break, or for being in the place you are right now. And you're so brave for confronting it, because goddamn if admitting things are going bad isn't one of the hardest thing in the world. So, good luck and good wishes, and here's betting it gets better from here! You're appreciated, you're enough, and you're a damn good writer by the way, so keep on chasing that dream, at whatever pace is best for you!

(p.s. expect more doodles in the future, seriously, you've written so many funny moments I wanna illustrate)

Shehshshshshshhdhdhdhs THANK YOU, ZEN!!! ❤️💖😭❤️💖 Oh man… this is exactly the vibes I was going for 🤣❤️ Absolutely nailed that balance of serious mumsy manipulation with Seph’s *lightning strike* SOCIALIZATION!~ 😂❤️ Really gotta get back to HTKYSS dhdhdhdh…! I’m really so beyond honored that the humor in that fic could spark such beautiful art!!! ;-; ;-;

As for the second part: thank you so, so, so much, friend ❤️❤️❤️ 100% agree that hs is complete butt indeed xD I’m so relieved you were able to get yourself to a better place, and I’m never gonna give up hope that I’ll reach that light as well!! ❤️💖 Thank you for making my morning!!! 💕💕

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Early happy birthday! 🎂🎈

-🎭☕

Thank you!!! Just a few hours left- doesn't even feel real tbh

[b0kksu-gone]

Gimme some more hcs for his Bleach verse uwu. Please. 😌

The Gojo Clan is ranked as the third noble family within the Soul Society. They are illusive, enigmatic, and do not wish to associate with others unless absolutely necessary. Everything is done by a proxy, thus, there is one designated soul within the clan that will represent them. The greatest && longest standing member is the rare anomaly, Gojo Itsuki who as a son is considered somewhat of an oddity. Thus, he is the sire of the Six Eyes, the crown anchor of the family’s lineage. Most are aware of a Gojo due to their physical traits along with strong spiritual presence, the majority of the clan are women, they tend to wear hues of silver, light blue, dark blue, or teal which is considered royal amongst them. 

Satoru himself isn’t seen until Rukia’s execution, he acts as a diplomat keeping the peace && building bonds with the Royal Guard. In fact, his presence at that moment was merely to investigate while being rather nosy himself. While he appears jubilant, kind, over excited about everything his spiritual pressure is menacing && can quickly trigger fear even the impulse to buckle. That is depending on his mood or if he wishes to play nicely, which he isn’t, he is aware of the strength within him && what his birth means. There is a strange sense when one gets to know him that the role he is designated to wear is an empty crown. Seldom few know the truth of his being until it is later revealed; he is the Soul King.

Loves the living, envious of those who can transverse between death && life. He likes to hear their stories over tea with plenty of sweets. Though it’s rare to see his actual gaze as the Gojo Clan finds the bindings to keep away impurity, there is an overwhelming sense of sorrow, Satoru who wishes to leave the cage behind but cannot. He’s resigned himself to duty && fate for a greater ambition even if it seems futile. 

Short Zanpakuto, The Inverted Spear of the Heaven, yes this is a complete play on the weapon that nearly killed Gojo in canon. Infinity is considered a secondary addition, the shield barrier acts as a part of the sword, when pierced it can combust or explode in a final act to keep Satoru safe. He always jokes, with such a sword, you could fell the Gods && the Soul Society - wouldn’t that be neat? 

Long hair is a sign of luxury in the Gojo Clan, those who wear it often plate it or wear a loose fluffy braid, Satoru prefers the ladder. Delicately woven into his locks is a light blue ribbon to signify where he came from. It is a keepsake he adores deeply since it is one thing that resembles Satoru, not the Soul King. In his younger years, he is depicted as a man with an undercut and fearsome dark blue eyes. He also wears a haori over his uniform in pure white with silver tassels, a long dark red scarf safely pinned by an emblem of a dragonfly, a mark of the Gojo Clan that is seen within their jewelry, portraits, ect. 

I think if given the chance he’d probably love hiding out at the Shoten with Urahara. It would be hysterical if Satoru was a store clerk who kept check of all the inventory and even wrote various blog posts to entice customers over new sweet treats. 

[blackjackkent]

OC Codex Prompts: 3, 8 and 17 for Hector? c:

(OC Codex Prompts) for Hector Carlisle!

3. a report written by your OC’s teacher or mentor

Notes from the diary of Enric of Trielta, Silverlight Monastery, 1449 DR Gavin Carlisle's boy turns ten this week. I must confess, Moonmaiden forgive me, that I resented the responsibility of caring for the child when Gavin abandoned him on our doorstep, and certainly did not expect that, ten years on, I might take such pride to see his progress. Let this be yet another proof that no emotion need be given more credence than it warrants. Hector is, as always, an attentive student, calm and polite; he takes our guidance to heart regarding self-control and the introspection which worship of our Lady requires. He does begin to show a certain restlessness, as is perhaps to be expected at his age, when he has grown up with only a single set of four walls. In light of this, I think it best that we begin to expand his activities despite his youth. He has expressed interest in exploring the library and has been deeply excited during his chaperoned visits to pick out books; I believe that training as a scribe would serve his curiosity well - and the monastery, as well, for Brother Kendrick grows very old indeed and his sight is beginning to fail. Best he take an apprentice at once while the Moonmaiden's light still shines on him. Should he wish it, I will also recommend that he be allowed to join Brother Ventiss occasionally on his trips to the city market for supplies. While I would not generally wish Ventiss's company on anyone, I believe Hector would do well to experience a taste of the city air on occasion, that he may compare it with our own rarefied atmosphere and draw his own conclusions, whatever they might be.

8. your OC’s doctor/healer talking about their injuries

"He'll be fine," Shadowheart mutters. "You're sure?" Karlach shifts her weight restlessly from foot to foot. "Sorry. Fuck. I know you've got so much other shit on your mind, but I just-- you're sure, yeah? That bone motherfucker cut him up real bad..." Shadowheart lets out a long slow breath and, with visible effort, wrestles herself out of the swirl of dark thoughts consuming her. "Hector will be fine," she says more firmly. "Not that it wasn't touch and go there for a minute. Myrkul's attacks..." A pause. Gods, she's tired; the words come slowly, reluctantly. "It's called bone chill. A necromantic effect. It prevents healing by magical means, and it takes time to wear off." "Ah. Right. Okay." Karlach looks relieved. "Yeah - I felt that too, I think, when I got up too close. And when something makes this old girl feel cold--" she thumps at the glowing metal under her breastbone with one fist "--you know it's serious." She manages a slight, rueful smile. "You've seen it before, then?" Shadowheart hesitates. "It's... not unheard of as a tool among Sharran agents," she finally says carefully. Karlach squints at her thoughtfully. "Right," she says. "So he'll be fine?" Shadowheart can't help it - she smiles, very slightly. It's something; she'd been starting to feel like she was never going to be able to smile again. "Yes," she repeats gently. "He'll be fine, Karlach. I promise. His back will scar pretty badly, I suspect, since I couldn't heal him at once, but that's the worst of it." Karlach grins, her indomitable good humor reasserting itself at once. "Ah, well. Not so bad then," she says. "Thank the gods." "Some of them, at least," Shadowheart murmurs.

17. a description of your OC’s family by a future historian

The identity of Hector Carlisle's mother is still something of a mystery. His father, Gavin - a monk at the Silverlight Monastery northwest of Baldur's Gate - provided no information on her when he left his infant son on the monastery's doorstep in early 1439 DR and vanished into the night. The note attached to the basket holding the boy read simply, "I leave you the fruits of the peak of my folly. - G Carlisle" An unwanted fifth son of minor nobility in Baldur's Gate, Gavin Carlisle was summarily dispatched to a monastic life at the age of eighteen and never took to it particularly well. Records of his time at the monastery are fraught with reports of sneaking out, carousing, arrests in the city, and general debauchery; it is clear that the disciplinary practices of the monks had little effect on his tendency towards hedonism. Given the relatively wide casting of Gavin's proverbial net, it is impossible to make a precise assertion as to the identity of the mother of his child who would one day go on to save the city. The most pervasive theory, however, gives the role to Florence Beaumont, daughter of a milliner in the Lower City. No records exist that specifically connect Florence and Gavin romantically, but there is record of Florence dying of a nebulous "fever of the lungs" around the time of Hector's birth. She is also recorded in her father's diary as having striking bright blue-grey eyes, a feature which is also mentioned repeatedly among contemporaneous accounts of Hector's activities. Hector himself never expressed particular interest in learning of his family history. In his own eyes, the monks of the monastery - and, later, the adventuring party he became more directly associated with - were his true family.