#Transition of Seasons

[mcalhenwrites]

Season kids when they were ages 0-3

I definitely wanted to type up a post about the Seasons characters during their earliest years (approximately ages 0-3), covering infancy and those toddler years. There are some spoilers all the way to the end of Seasons, so it’s up to you if you want to read further. I’ll put everything behind a cut so you can decide how much you want to know!

I am going from oldest to youngest.

Shannon

After the initial scare that he wouldn’t survive and the discovery that nectar is required for Cosmos/Seasons babies to survive, he went from a squalling infant to a very quiet one. A few soft whimpers let his parents know if he needed food or changed.

He learned to crawl and walk fairly early, but he liked being held. He was a clingy kiddo and during those days, liked to be close to Vivian. (Imagine that and let it break your heart. He loved his papa so much…)

He did a lot of private babbling, but he’d quiet if he had an audience. Once he started being able to hold conversations, though, he opened up a bit more.

Like a lot of children, he wanted to be a lot like his parents. He’d emulate them as a toddler, from the way they ate or gestured. He could be somewhat fussy to put down for naps and bedtimes, because he slept better when one of his parents was nearby. This is especially true as a summer child who needed to be warm at all times.

He enjoyed being outside in the sunlight and playing for hours on end, and most of his toddler fussing was related to being brought inside against his will.

Sophie

As with most of Sophie’s childhood, she has no trouble expressing her emotions strongly. If she was uncomfortable as a baby, she let her parents know quite loudly that she needed changed or fed. When she was feeling unwell (Seasons can’t get super sick, but they can deal with stuff like indigestion and weather changes), she was extremely fussy. No one else in the house could rest for days.

Aside from these inconveniences, however, she was a pretty happy baby! Lots of giggling and bonding time with her fathers and big brother.

She liked to roll around as a baby and did minimal crawling. Then she learned to walk, and soon was dashing around everywhere. She amused herself indoors as easily as she did when outdoors. She was an incredibly independent small child in all the ways Vivian approved: she was sharp and loved learning, she liked to clean, and she picked up easily on rules and followed them. (Often without needing to be told.)

She was also opinionated and even a little bossy, but this often led to amusing conversations with her. She learned to talk earlier than Shannon, and she could keep going for a while.

She did not like peppers of any kind, and Vivian tailored meals around her tastes and didn’t force her to eat any spicy foods.

El

El was not quite as quiet as Shannon, but he was an “easy” baby to care for. He was a rather sleepy baby who used his cries sparingly but still could be loud when the moment arrived. He was frequently happy and could easily amuse himself with the toys provided to him. He delighed in Sophie’s company most of all. She fostered his strong love of reading from an early age by acting out the scenes with different voices and displays of magic.

He kind of skipped over the crawling period and was on the slower side of child development for walking. He didn’t enjoy being outside much, although he did enjoy romping in the snow when it was available.

Like Shannon, he privately babbled. He also privately practiced words. He didn’t talk much, and his parents were actually concerned about his development in general.

As a toddler, even his infrequent tantrums were quiet. He would flare nostrils and cross his arms, sometimes holding his breath or trying to go dead weight. The most common situations for him to throw tantrums were over foods he didn’t like or leaving the house for family errands and outings. Putting shoes on him could be a challenge for that last part.

Howie Howie took after his big sister in many ways by being loud when something was wrong and expressing his joy with lots of giggling when he was happy. He also had a lot of quiet moments, because something would capture his attention, and he would be fascinated. This started even as a small baby.

He liked being held for short periods, but he often wanted to be left to his own devices. But he’s still a child who needs physical affection, so sitting in laps watching people and playing with toys was perfect for him as an infant.

He was an absolute clown as he grew up. He climbed before he crawled much, and he was very eager to get on his little legs and start running. Once he got to his feet, he made Sophie look lethargic in comparison. He would tumble around on the rug or pull Vivian or Graham by the hand to show them something he found–he really liked discovering new things and did this often.

Like Sophie, he was eager to start talking, and once he started learning, didn’t easily shut up.

He could play outside for hours in a variety of weather. Romping in the snow with El, dashing through mud puddles in the spring, flinging himself into piles of leaves in autumn.

He was probably the most expressedly happiest child out of any of them, but his energy levels were high enough to leave his parents pretty exhausted. He also did have tons of determination, and when something didn’t go as he planned, he would have a tantrum. Vivian and Graham had it far too easy with the three other kids as babies/toddlers, so Howie was a new challenge.

Then came…

Bee No one could prepare this family for this little spring bee. He had colic for a good couple of months. He was also demanding while being indecisive, and when he did know what he wanted, his parents had no clue. What a fickle infant he could be. He’d change his mind within minutes, too.

He did not like being alone. He required lots of attention. No, not El’s, not Daddy’s, he has to have Papa. No, he wants El now. No, Howie–who, by the way, did not care for Bee at first and complained about having him around.

When it came to crawling and walking, he learned at an average pace. Wasn’t in a hurry, but he didn’t delay like El. It was convenient, though. Now he could go after what he wanted himself. Or so he thought. If it didn’t work out, he was back to screaming and crying.

He learned names and important words. He didn’t care about speaking all the time, but he learned to shout out what or who he wanted. If he didn’t know how to express himself, he’d fling down on the floor and go red in the face from crying and screaming.

He could shriek if he was particularly upset.

The toddlers who want something and cry when they get it because they didn’t actually want it or something was ever slightly off for them? Yeah, that was Bee.

Not to say he was unhappy. He definitely giggled and laughed and played hard. He would even shriek joyously when being chased around the yard. (Actually, that’s not something he ever grew out of…)

I think Graham and Vivian were both like, “Thank goodness this one is our last.”

Oops.

Jacy This one slept hard for her first few weeks. Being a sudden live person is hard work, and this one decided to just sleep a lot. She certainly fussed if she needed something, but she mostly just wanted to rest.

Vivian suspected she would be easy, like El.

Jacy ended up being the second fussiest infant, but she was never anywhere near Bee’s levels with crying and tantrums. She was a very clingy child, though, and seldom tolerated anyone else holding her other than Vivian for the first year of her life. The exception? Phineas.

Even Shannon would hold her, and no, just because he looks like Papa? Definitely not, she knew the difference. Knew the smell. (And I think Seasons and Cosmos babies can sense something “off” about signatures, even if they’re far too young to read them.)

She crawled a lot. Absolute speed demon on all fours. Then she somehow slowed down when walking, just as Vivian expected her to be more like Howie and Bee when she got on two legs.

She loved being held often. Once she stopped insisting only Papa (and Phineas) could hold her, she let Howie and Shannon and everyone else cart her around. Bee let her ride on his back like he was a horse. One of her favorite games as a toddler.

She picked up on speech and using it pretty fluidly. I think part of this is due to her being around Jasper all the time, who didn’t talk at all for the first four or five years of his life. She filled the quiet for them. Suited him just fine to let her do all the work. He’d later only talk when he felt it “necessary” to do so, and luckily she often did all the asking for treats and favors for both of them. Nice of her, isn’t it?

She would be very playful and energetic into her toddler years. A mellowed version of Howie, really. She needed more “downtime” than her fellow autumn sibling.

Very much the “sleep hard, play hard” kiddo of the bunch.

[wickedzeevyln]

After You Left Calgary

Lavenders in their twilight were gathering last crumbs of summer warding off autumn hovering in the air, nothing here save for the damp stench of dying sunlight weighed down on a stone. The days, skittish, scampered out of the door and flew somewhere south away from here. Autumn’s box of Crayons combust, and the trees catch fire. Maples crowned molten copper flaunting living flames of leaves;…

[pronounced-like-the-drink]

season 1: I'm Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of Magnus Institute, London. My professional opinion is that this is all horseshit and everyone that isn't me needs psychiatric help. Statement ends.

season 2: Supplemental: God lives inside the printer and he keeps telling me my assistants are murderers. I am inclined to believe him based on the fact that Martin told to have a nice day. Innately suspicious behavior.

season 3: My only friends are my ex-girlfriend, her cat, and the many scars I've gotten from various monsters and fear cultists.

season 4: You know, just being socially adept would solve a lot of my problems. Unfortunately, I was traumatized so thoroughly by age eight that I learned the best way to make friends is to blink at them slowly until they get the idea. This does not work when your evil patron god uses eyeballs to devour fear.

season 5: Either Jonah Magnus tells us where he took all the good cows, or my boyfriend and I bash his head in with a lead crowbar. It's his choice.

[cookiedough77]

guess what guys i did it i said i would

im transing these two sentikids and what are you gonna do about it?

[onddau]

we hear the wilderness and it hears us

[arcanegifs]

Geeked Week 2024 | Official Trailer | Netflix | Arcane S2 Sneak Peek

[msmysticfail]

astrology notes

When Jupiter enters Cancer, the trad wife trend is gonna blow up even more.

The best time to get pregnant is when the Moon is New, Waxing, or Full.

Even if you’ve got good Venus transits, do NOT cut your hair during Mars retrograde! Don’t make the same dumb mistake I did.

Also, don’t buy new clothes during Venus retrograde—unless it’s a legit emergency. The odds of regret are sky-high, and you’ll probably spend way more than you should.

Mercury in the 5th house in synastry is that placement that makes you laugh like a maniac. You know that weird, uncontrollable laugh? The Mercury person and the 5th house person will be wheezing together like there’s no tomorrow.

Saturn transits tend to dry stuff up and shrink things—it’s actually a great time if you’re trying to lose weight.

When the Sun is in your 12th house, you should rest and avoid starting anything new until the Sun moves into your 1st house.

Mars square Pluto? You need to do some intense physical activity—something that burns a ton of energy. That’s the best way to handle the raw aggression of this aspect.

[dkettchen]

she would've told them unlike her canon! version who decided not to be an ally smh

[lightbluesleeper]

a boy is a guuuuuunnnn

[seapotty]

Life as the new Chief of Medicine (same as always)

[mcalhenwrites]

Some sketches from Seasons. For those who read the later chapters of my original posting, the scene with Howie and Bee is the one where they're talking in the pantry. Shannon at a young age. Baby Howie. He turned out so stinkin' cute (the fear: drawing babies that look like evil potatoes), and now I want to protect him with my life. If you want to support my art, there are many ways to do so! Ko-Fi I have a book out called Geckos, Automata Wishlist And sharing my work, especially my book sales! :D

[aipurjopa]

updated my havocs…

[untitledderplord]

editing is so weird but I needed to do a thing with this goobers and this audio- I only saw someone do it with S1 Tag and Star so I wanted to do it with my post S3 bs I got in my brain for Another Place, Another Prison

while Hashtag and Starscream may not be to this point /yet/ I think this is totally the flavor of dynamic theyd be able to get where Tag can just pull him out of his feralness and not even think twice about it

individual frames under the cut

[theskywithin]

☿✨ GEMINI SEASON ✨☿

— all rising signs —

Gemini season teaches in riddles. Wherever the Sun moves, it wakes the mind, stirs the tongue, and shines a light on what’s been unspoken. For each rising sign, the Sun in Gemini illuminates a part of your chart that’s been humming quietly beneath the surface and now, you’re being asked to say it out loud. To speak from the raw nerve instead of the clean script. To let the truth be messy, shifting, alive. Below is your message, what you’re learning to voice, what you’re ready to write, what you’re finally safe enough to question.

♈ Aries Rising

The thoughts don’t arrive as answers now, they come as echoes, as static, as hands rummaging through drawers you swore you already emptied. This is not a mental season, it’s a psychic one. A strange light moves through the mind like steam through pipes, and suddenly you’re hearing everything you’ve ever swallowed echo off the walls of your inner hallway. The words feel foreign in your own mouth. You say one thing, then immediately want to touch the sentence and ask it what it meant. You’re being spoken through. You’re remembering what it felt like to trust your own perception before it got edited. This isn’t about clarity, it’s about contact. Let the thoughts loop. Let them contradict themselves. This is a season for learning the shape of your mind by watching how it leaks when no one is listening.

♉ Taurus Rising

Something is rising from the roots this season, and it’s not subtle. You may feel it first in the teeth, the hunger that doesn’t make sense, the need that doesn’t want to wait. The Sun is burning through the part of you that’s been living on borrowed comfort, polishing your self-worth like it’s breakable glass. But now it’s cracking. Not from damage, from birth. This isn’t the kind of clarity that makes you feel confident. It’s the kind that makes you feel exposed. Like someone opened your chest and asked, what do you actually believe you deserve? And your voice hesitates. You’ve bartered so much of yourself in the name of peace, worn false modesty like silk to keep the ache from showing. But there is no hiding here. This is the season you ask the question out loud. Do I want this because I love it, or because I’m used to it? And then you wait, not for the answer, but for your body’s reaction. That’s where the truth is. That’s what’s always been yours.

♊ Gemini Rising

You can feel it before you can name it, the sense that your skin is shedding faster than your thoughts can catch up, that the person you were three weeks ago already feels like a character you played a little too well. The Sun is moving through your first house like a searchlight sweeping across the surface of your identity, burning through the roles you wore for resonance, the charm you used as camouflage, the stories you’ve been narrating to feel known. But this isn’t a reinvention, it’s an undoing. You may find yourself speaking with a voice that feels like it’s coming from deeper inside you than usual, saying things you didn’t plan to admit out loud. The mask isn’t slipping, it’s melting. And behind it is something flickering, unfiltered, alive. This is the season your presence becomes a question instead of a performance. This is where you meet yourself mid-sentence and don’t pull back. Let the words be messy. Let your face betray your fear.

♋ Cancer Rising

There’s something moving in the walls of your subconscious this season, not loud, not urgent, just constant, like a moth tapping at the glass of a window you thought was sealed. The Sun is casting its light into a room you usually keep dark, and it doesn’t do it gently. Memories uncoil in your sleep, thoughts grow teeth in silence, and your inner world becomes louder than the one you perform in. You may find yourself speaking in fragments, remembering things that didn’t happen in this lifetime, or feeling pierced by sentences that shouldn’t hurt but somehow do. This is not madness. This is the psyche rearranging itself. The part of you that always stays composed is being undone by something quieter — the grief you folded into politeness, the intuition you downplayed to stay likable. You are not here to make sense of the fog. You are here to listen to what rises inside it. This is the season you start telling the truth in whispers to yourself, first. Because even your secrets are tired of being lonely.

♌ Leo Rising

It’s a strange thing to feel invisible while being watched, but you know that feeling better than most, the performance of inclusion, the choreography of connection. And this season, the Sun swings a floodlight over the room you’ve been trying to fit into, showing you not who’s looking at you, but what you’ve been shrinking to stay loved. You may find yourself in the middle of a conversation that echoes like an old ache, a friendship that flatters the version of you you’re ready to outgrow, a dream that suddenly feels like it belongs to someone else. This is not a crisis of direction, it’s a confrontation with legacy. The future you’ve been imagining is knocking now, and it wants to know if you’re still building it from a place of truth or just habit. The people around you may not notice the shift, but you will, in the way your voice feels different when you speak in rooms that don’t require you to censor your magic. This is the season where your audience changes because you’ve finally stopped performing what you no longer believe in.

♍ Virgo Rising

You’ve been building something that looks impressive from the outside, polished, steady, admired in the way people admire things they expect to stay the same. But this season sharpens the contrast between the life that earns you respect and the voice inside that’s starting to ask what if I want something else now? The Sun lights up the highest part of your chart, not to celebrate what you’ve achieved, but to question what it's costing you to maintain it. You may find yourself feeling strangely detached from your own goals, like you’re watching your reputation from across the room. That disorientation is a signal. It means your definition of success is trying to change. And if you don’t pause to listen, you’ll keep building a future that no longer fits the self that’s quietly growing underneath. This is not a fall, it’s a redirection. A moment to decide whether you're creating a life that proves your worth, or one that actually reflects it.

♎ Libra Rising

There’s a moment, just before you leave, where something quiet inside you asks: will I still be myself when I get there? That’s what this season stirs. Not belief, not clarity, but motion, the kind that pulls from underneath, that unfastens the versions of you held in place by politeness, by certainty, by needing to be understood. The Sun is moving through the part of your chart that was never meant to settle. The part that wants to go too far, speak the wrong language, love the thing that rearranges you. This isn’t about finding the truth, it’s about brushing up against something that makes you feel awake again. A place, a book, a person, a moment that splits your vision open just wide enough to remember that wisdom doesn’t come in answers. It comes in movement, in risking your voice in unfamiliar air, in choosing experience over elegance. You are here to stretch until the story you’ve been living breaks open, and a new one walks out. Barefoot. Certain only of its wonder.

♏ Scorpio Rising

Some truths don’t rise through language, they live in the jaw, the breath, the way your hands tighten around the softness you never learned how to hold. This season, the Sun moves through the part of your chart that doesn’t speak unless it’s shaking, that keeps score in bone memory, that knows exactly what it costs to be honest in front of someone who might leave. You’ve inherited more than you realize, not just pain, but protection: ways of staying close without ever being vulnerable, ways of offering your body without offering your trust. But something is stirring now in the deepest room. A shape behind the door you locked before you had words. A voice, not asking to be heard, asking to be felt. You may find yourself drawn to what you can’t control, aching toward someone whose gaze touches the parts of you you’ve kept ritualistically untouched. You may speak what you’ve always translated into silence. And when you do, the air might split, not in fear, but in recognition. This is the soul handing you a key with your own name on it. Let the door open. Let what’s been waiting come through.

♐ Sagittarius Rising

This season moves like a question across someone else’s mouth, a sentence half-formed that lands in your chest and opens a room you forgot you sealed off. The Sun is moving through the part of your chart that speaks in reflections, in the flicker of expression that passes across the face of someone you thought you understood. You’re not being asked to define the relationship. You’re being asked to notice what happens when someone else’s truth brushes up against your favorite story about who you are. This is the season where connection doesn’t come with clarity, it comes with static, disruption, desire that doesn’t follow the rules you set to keep yourself safe. Let this be the season you stop rehearsing your part. Let it be the moment you let someone see the version of you that isn’t clever or charming or right on time. The one who trembles when touched in the place you swore was already healed. This isn’t about love. It’s about recognition. And whether you can stay in the room when someone finally sees you, not as you explain yourself, but as you are.

♑ Capricorn Rising

You’ve been showing up like a ghost in your own life, reliable, precise, invisible in your devotion. And now the Sun moves through the part of your chart that knows how to endure without acknowledgment, how to keep the world turning while quietly starving for rest. This isn’t about burnout. This is about identity. About how easily you become the job, the role, the task list, just to avoid the ache of being idle with yourself. There’s a reckoning coming in the quiet hours, a confrontation with the voice that only feels proud when it’s productive. You may notice it in how you flinch from stillness, in how quickly guilt follows pleasure, in how tenderness feels suspicious when directed inward. But the body doesn’t lie. It remembers every time you abandoned it to meet someone else’s need. Every time you chose usefulness over presence. This season asks for nothing dramatic. Just a return to the part of you that’s been surviving beneath the schedule, to the skin you’ve treated like machinery. This is not the end of your rhythm, it’s the beginning of a softer one. One where you still show up, but finally, also for yourself.

��� Aquarius Rising

There’s a pulse you’ve been ignoring, the one that doesn’t serve a purpose, that doesn’t lead to an outcome, that simply wants to be felt. This season, the Sun moves through the part of your chart where joy has been waiting, patiently, beneath the layers of strategy and structure and self-restraint. You may feel it as restlessness, as hunger, as the strange ache that arrives when pleasure brushes against the part of you that’s forgotten how to receive it. This isn’t about creativity for the sake of brilliance, it’s about intimacy with your own aliveness. The version of you who dances without recording it. Who speaks without editing. Who touches without asking if they’ve earned it. You may feel clumsy at first. Exposed. Too much. But the 5th house doesn’t want your control, it wants your heat. This season isn’t asking you to show off. It’s asking you to come back into your body like it’s a language you once knew. It’s asking you to feel the joy you didn’t realize you were rationing.

♓ Pisces Rising

You’ve always known how to be everywhere for everyone, fluid, present, woven into the needs around you, but this season pulls you inward, back to the part of yourself that remembers what it’s like to be held, not useful. The Sun moves through the deepest part of your chart now, casting light on the foundation you built long before you knew what you were building. And suddenly, things feel tender again. Rooms you used to escape in your mind are showing up in your dreams. Words said to you years ago echo louder now, not to haunt you, but to ask: what part of this do you still believe? You may feel the pull to disappear into solitude, not to avoid life, but to meet yourself inside it. To stop performing stability and actually ask what kind of softness you need to stay. This isn’t about healing the past, it’s about realizing you’re allowed to stop carrying it. It’s about choosing to feel safe without explanation and letting silence be a language that loves you back.

If you want to go deeper into your own chart or just fall in love with astrology in a way that actually makes sense to your soul, my book The Sky Within is waiting for you. Available on Amazon & all digital platforms.

[onddau]

versez le sang, mes beaux amis

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Here's more comparisons of Arcane Gifs before and after I color and sharpen em!