#aaand a bunch of other no names

[chaos-bringer-13]

Three in the morning. Time to read those seven articles for my tomorrow today history lectures. Gonna pretend that I watched those three episodes of a TV program I was supposed to watch for the same history lectures. Think I study history? WRONG. Programming.

[niteshade925]

April 20, Beijing, China, National Museum of China/中国国家博物馆 (Part 1 - Dehua white porcelain exhibition/德化白瓷展):

Aaand finally, the National Museum of China/中国国家博物馆! I was lucky enough to see the famed Dehua white porcelain exhibition/德化白瓷展 here. Some of you may recognize some of these pieces already, since pictures and shorts of them have been circulating online way before I went on this trip, but there are many many other pieces too. The pieces I post here are only a small portion of the entire exhibition, so if you ever get a chance to see the exhibition elsewhere in person, don't hesitate. This stuff is amazing.

First up is one of the two that has been gaining popularity online, the piece named 神话 or "Legend".

The first time I saw a porcelain piece like this, I thought that the clothing part was made with paper? But no, the light fabric of the clothing, the hair, it's all porcelain. Keep in mind when looking through these pictures: every part of every piece is porcelain.

This piece is the other one that was becoming popular, the piece named simply 纸, or "Paper". If you don't look up close and see the glossy surface, you can't tell it's actually porcelain. I cannot for the life of me imagine the kind of magic that was used to turn clay into this

Anyway, this is a good point to introduce Dehua porcelain a little bit. Dehua porcelain is a regional specialty of Dehua/德化, which is located in Fujian province, and is known for its expressiveness and white color. For this reason it's also known in the West as "Blanc de Chine" (French: "white of China"), and this should be the reason why this exhibition is named 中国白, which basically means the same thing. The history of Dehua porcelain goes back to Song dynasty (960 - 1279), and it is still being produced today. Many of the pieces I'm posting here are modern pieces.

But Dehua white porcelain can be colored too (I imagine the color must be painted on later, because the white comes from the clay itself), and when it is colored, it looks like it came right out of a painting

This piece is especially amazing to me. Look at the texture, look at those details. Zoom in and you will find that there are actually a bunch of porcelain ants on this porcelain tree stump. Porcelain ants. I never expected to use porcelain as an adjective when describing ants. Wtf. It's like a manifestation of a scene from an older animated movie.

Peanuts are called 花生 in Chinese, which literally means "flower grow", and because it also has a long shelf life, it symbolizes longevity and a happy marriage. Also a fun fact: because Watson of Sherlock Holmes is usually phoenetically translated as 华生 (huá shēng) in Chinese and sounds similar to 花生 (huā shēng), you will find that many in the Chinese SH fandom refers to Watson as "peanut".

This piece is titled 春色满园, or "garden filled with spring scenery". This is also a common 4-character word used to describe gardens in spring. I'm guessing the figure depicted here is one of the flower gods. It is one of my personal favorites because of its superb depiction of movement, it's as if the flower god will really fly away on clouds at any moment

More depictions of traditional Chinese deities, specifically Chang'e/嫦娥, the moon goddess. That moon rabbit is too cute.

Depictions of what I'm assuming is the Four Heavenly Kings/四大天王, based on the items they are holding. The Four Heavenly Kings are Buddhist deities.

Look at her clothing! That porcelain is so thin it's almost see-through! Also is it depicting Li Qingzhao/李清照, the famous female poet from Song dynasty? She does have a famous ci poem that's about paddling a boat in a lake full of lotuses while drunk

The piece titled 锦绣前程, or "future as vibrant and prosperous as silk brocade". This is also a common 4-character word used in well wishing. The figure in this piece is holding a xiuqiu/绣球, a ball made of silk, which was usually seen as a token of love

Somewhat more modern-themed pieces:

Among the hundreds of amazing pieces, this one caught my attention for its unique texture. When everyone else was trying to turn the clay into these thin sheets representing fabric or paper or flower petals, this artist took the noodle approach. Not many visitors seemed to like it, but I think it's pretty cool

Piece titled 运势如虹, or "fortune like the rainbow", also a 4-character word used in well wishing. Traditionally horses symbolize vitality and success, hence why many people use the words 马到成功 ("horse's arrival brings success") and 龙马精神 ("vitality of dragons and horses") in well wishes during Year of the Horse

Stay tuned for Part 2 of the Dehua white porcelain exhibition!

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine having deep discussions with the Whitebeard pirates

Ace: Have you ever wondered why the world government opposes people so far away from them, doing what we do?

Marco: [mutters] I wish you would just stop saying odd shit.

Whitebeard: well we're breaking the law, obviously.

You: It's a little deeper than that. It's because what many pirates do, is the same thing the world government does.

Marco: We are not similar in any way.

You: no, think about it, what does the world government do? They lay out a bunch of rules and if you don't follow them, they use violence to force most of the world into following them. And if a nation elects not to join the world government, or can't afford to join, they raid and pillage those islands and take their citizens as slaves.

Izou: On the other hand, if a nation does join the world government, they have to pay heavenly tributes, because if they don't, the Marines will raid and pillage your country. But if they pay the heavenly tributes, the marines will protect their nation from outsiders, like pirates and non-world-government-nations.

Whitebeard: However, on top of paying the heavenly tribute, the average person also pays local and national taxes, so it's a heavy burden for some countries.

Marco: Oh my gods, it's like a protection racket, that common thugs run, just on a massive scale.

Whitebeard: and, like many pirates.

You: they don't like pirates, for the same reason they don't like common thugs, because you all are muscling in on their turf.

Thatch: so most governments are just organized, and socially acceptable, thuggery.

You: Not all, look at Alabasta for instance, King Cobra has a lot of social programs for his people. Food programs and affordable housing for the poor. Medical programs that put a doctor in every village and a bunch of other stuff. The people should receive something back from their government besides 'protection'.

Ace: I know a lot of nations that are in the world government have a large lower class that they exploit labor from and bleed them dry with taxes, tolls, and fines. I can never forget what I saw at the Grey Terminal out of the Goa Kingdom's Great Gate.

Thatch: That's because in "normal society" they value wealth, and look down on and take advantage of people who don't have it. Meanwhile, in pirate culture, we value strength and look down on and take advantage of those who are weaker, like how we raid other crew's ships because we can, and they can't stop us.

Izou: [sighs] That's an oversimplification If I ever heard one.

Thatch: [steps into Izou's space bubble.] You got something to say to me?

Izou: I've been to both world-government nations and non-world-government nations, and I can tell you that they value both strength and wealth. It's just different classes value one over the other. The upper and more privileged class values wealth, and daintiness because they can hire the strong. While the less privileged value strength, because it helps them survive, because they don't have money.

Thatch: I know that, did you forget I grew up poor as shit, mister little daimyo's vassal-boy.

Izou: And I was a wandering beggar minstrel before that, also keep Oden's name out of your mouth.

Thatch: how about you fucking make me?

Marco: [hops between the two men and dramatically claps his hands together like a clapperboard.] Aaand scene, that was a brilliant performance, gentlemen.

Ace: it was almost hard to tell that you two are actually friends.

Thatch: [huffs] Alright, I'll take it back, I'm sorry Izou.

Izou: I'm sorry too

You: you all are too fighty.

Ace: bitch, you're the most stab happy out of all of us.

You: I am not

Whitebeard: Just last night, you stabbed Vista's hand with a fork because he kept reaching over your plate.

You: ... I did do that, but only after asking him to stop three times. Which is more than reasonable, he's a grown-ass adult, and he, and his fuck ass mustache, should know basic table etiquette by now.

Ace: and then you stabbed me for no reason, with the same fork!

You: that was for good measure, just in case you got any ideas!

List of Up-and-coming works || Master list || Twitter| Kofi || Patreon

[regular-dog]

Hey @five-rivers, happy truce! I decided to go with your prompt about danny attending a cultural ritual or event, and themed it around the far frozen. My explanation for it got a little longwinded so I've included it under a read more, along with a little extra art!

(tumblr’s probably gonna crunch all of these up a bit, so click for better quality)

I'll be honest, I haven't actually thought out the exact details of what this event would be, just the broad strokes - I tend to gravitate towards food as a source of celebration in my own worldbuilding, and I guess that bled through here as well in the form of “ice = water = probable fish based diet = important fish event?”

During drafting I couldn’t really decide between “event centred around observing fish migration and/or other seasonal habits” or “Danny being invited to come fishing with Frostbite and the other yeti”, but honestly I think either of those would probably fit. Originally I had planned to have one or two yeti characters swimming around with him to make the piece more dynamic, but a surprise attack from a migraine kind of cut into my plans a bit and I decided to downsize.

...at least until I got annoyed by the lack of a visible ghost friend in the piece and decided to paint a “small” “”extra”” “””doodle””” which rapidly turned into a whole other Thing,

There are shockingly few ghost fish in the show, apparently, or at least I could neither remember nor find images online of any examples, so I just kind of winged it. Their design is partially inspired by a short story you wrote a while back, although I ended up drifting away from the zebrafish motif as I was drafting them. I started thinking of them as maskfish as a stand-in name, and then promptly forgot to think of a better one, so. Maskfish it is. Here's some random notes I made while conceptualising them, because I constantly have specbio on the brain and couldn't not think about it

Maskfish flesh turns an opaque pale colour when cooked, and remains translucent when raw

Their eyes are covered in a clear, hard exterior, and can be hollowed out and sterilised for use in various crafts; along similar lines I could also see their bones being used to make glues, paints, and other such resources.

Their cores are located at the top of the spinal cord, in the head; their mouths are located on the underside, beneath the "mask", which makes up the entire top part of the head, and is a singular piece of a shell-like material.

Though they aren't particularly agressive hunters, they also aren't picky about their food, and will generally eat anything smaller than themselves.

Aaand finally, here's a bunch of isolated scans, since procreate ate a lot of the fine details in the collaging process.

[zoolitsky-fandom]

MORE HEADCANONS BECAUSE I’M ALL POWERFUL

Please don’t get upset if you disagree with any of these!! This is just how I see the characters ^^ More context about the headcanons under the cut!

Nami

Transfem lesbian!!

Basically married to Vivi (who isn’t pictured but she gives me demigirl bisexual energy with a preference to girls)

CHUBBY BECAUSE I SAY SO!!!!! 🧡🧡🧡

And she’s still beautiful and wonderful and Sanji still simps for her. Chubby people are gorgeous

She’s technically pale but tanned a bit from being outside so much

Aaand bandaid because she’s literally just a normal girl and is susceptible to minor injuries unlike the other weird built different ppl on the crew (aside from Usopp)

sPEAKING OF USOPP!!! She’s absolute besties with him like they talk about everything and anything and gossip and all that jazz. They’re so special to me.

I’m not sure if bipolar fits entirely, but there’s definitely something with her mood swings and the intensity of her emotions. If this is insensitive at all please inform me

Chopper

Agender aroace reindeer fella??? SiGN ME UP

Both male and female reindeers have antlers so I used that to my advantage because gender silly

I think Chopper uses they/he/it, but slightly prefers to be referred to by their name rather than pronouns

Chopper has attachment issues, but I couldn’t find anything other than avoidant attachment disorder (which doesn’t seem entirely fitting). But it definitely gets very attached to others when it trusts them and has a hard time moving on.

Also I just like to draw Chopper more reindeer-like than Chopper’s canon design but aside from that I don’t really make too many design changes? Just… floofy Chopper… 🩷🩷🩷

Usopp

Panromantic asexual!!

Down bad for Sanji (he has terrible taste /j)

I had a revelation after drawing this so Usopp isn’t actually cis lol- they’re a demiboy but in a genderfluid kind of way, some days he feels more masculine and other days they feel more androgynous

I have very mixed feelings about the hair highlights,, I lowkey might not keep them but it was an experiment

FRECKLES!!! USOPP HAS FRECKLES PASS IT ON PASS IT ON!!!! 💛💛💛 Bandaid like Nami because!! They’re literally just a normal teenager!!!

Usopp has anxiety and borderline personality disorder because the feelings of superiority and inferiority? The constant fear? Being immune to Perona’s ghosts from dealing with mental illness their entire life???

Luffy

Asexual grayromantic

If he had a partner it would be gay regardless of his own gender expression (I’m projecting because I feel gay when I’m attracted to anyone)

Genderfluid, some days they prefer different pronouns but most of the time they use all at once (also is this ironic bc Luffy can’t swim but is swimming in fluid pronouns)

King of the pronouns!!! King of the genders!!! Will steal your pronouns and gender!!! Watch out!!!

I gave her vitiligo on a whim to be 100% honest, but I feel like it’s very fitting and also very fun to draw ❤️❤️❤️

I only did a headshot here because I have another post with a bunch of other drawings of this Luffy

I feel like I don’t need to explain but Luffy is very very AuDHD to me

He has so much energy and is easily distracted and gets really focused on things and likes to talk about anything and everything

Sanji

Bisexual-est guy on the planet (loves all boobs /hj)

Down bad for Usopp (they have great taste)

Demiboy but in an interchangeable kinda bigender way, he’s just both enby and male at the same time

Darker roots!! Sanji’s body hair is always notably darker than his blonde hair so I decided on darker roots

CURLY/WAVY FLUFFY HAIR SANJI SUPREMACY 💙💙💙

Depression—WHICH THEY ALL OBVIOUSLY HAVE BUT

Depression in the sense it’s the reason he smokes. It’s a kind of coping mechanism.

It makes them dazed enough that they don’t have to fully feel their own despair

GIVE HIM HEALTH PROBLEMS ODA YOU COWARD. I KNOW HE’S UNREASONABLY BUILT DIFFERENT BUT LIKE

Imagine Sanji wheezing and struggling to breathe after a fight!! Emotional scene with Chopper trying to convince them to stop smoking!!

Robin

Pansexual

Married to Franky 💜💜💜

Intersex demigirl! Like- the whole being called a monster/demon her whole life and trying to find someone who accepts her is such a good (unintentional) metaphor for the gender discovery experience,,

GIVE ROBIN THEIR MELANIN BACK!!! I don’t care if it wasn’t their original colors… neither were the blue eyes but I’m giving both to them because they deserve it!!

I wanted to give Robin more of a curly hair texture but I was concerned it would start to not really resemble her. I might play around with it another time though and see if I can achieve something still recognizable

PTSD

Do I even have to explain that-

They are traumatized and get flashbacks and night terrors

Franky

Bisexual

Married to Robin 🩵🩵🩵

TRANSMASC. I AM THE BIGGEST BELIEVER OF TRANS FRANKY.

He was abandoned by his birth parents, he has a name he doesn’t use anymore, calls everyone bro regardless of gender, HE LITERALLY REBUILT HIS ENTIRE BODY-

Even though Franky’s a cyborg I gave him visible top surgery scars. I think he would show them off with pride and doesn’t necessarily need/want to be seen as a cis man. He’s just a man who once had boobs yk?

The underside of his hair is an even brighter blue because silly!!

ADHD—he hyperfixates like a madman and is also very loud and passionate. Also idk if this is an actual ADHD thing but like he’s super empathetic and cries easily? I’m like that too so idk lol

Zoro

Demihomoromantic asexual

Hopelessly, dare I say pathetically, in love with Luffy. I want to clarify that this doesn’t make Zoro less gay and this doesn’t make Luffy less genderfluid.

Also as much as I adore trans Zoro, I think the fact that he’s a cisgender feminist is important. So I headcanon him as cis.

FLUFFY HAIR ZORO FLUFFY HAIR ZORO FLUFFY HAIR ZORO 💚💚💚

I can’t decide whether or not I like the striped hair,, I’m still on the fence about it lol

Covered in scars because he’s done so much training and fighting, I know they kind of look like something else but they aren’t, don’t worry

Idk why but I always give him a dark green undershirt

Autistic!! He has a narrow range of emotions, makes nonverbal grunts, super into swords, he’s blunt, follows routine, etc.

Aaaand that’s all of them! Phew! Thank you so much for reading 💖

Reblogs, asks, and comments are super appreciated!!

[styllwaters]

Mini art dump raaagh!! 💥

First image is an oc for my discord server's Space Station AU! You might have seen it floating around in the spec bio tag. Basic premise is a whole bunch of our sophonts living together on a giant space station named Karen. Si'Saak is a shore-dweller crawler working as a security guard.

Next up we got more server shenanigans. Just some silly doodles for a sophont theatre thing where all our aliens dress up as each other! Shown here is hypothetical masks for sea crawlers featuring @shuttlecarrier's geolings and @arkelyon's maanuls!! (who also helped me design the sea crawler armour lol ty MT <3)

Aaand lastly a geoling sona for the seal army. Really swag epic species go check them out right now

[scrunglepaws]

So, I've been watching/listening to TOS while I ink/color drawings lately...

Aaand I thought of a bunch of goofy things. I'm sure there are much better fits for these characters (other than Scotty!Tails- that's a given), but I just went with my first silly thoughts. And also characters I just like, so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

- Tails as Scotty (will throw hands for his invention/ship's honor) - Blaze as Kirk (was really just thinking of her as a leader in general, but you know what... yeah. I can see it. Cool action hero. Random alien ladies all falling for her and everything- why not. xD) - Chao as Tribbles (they're cute silly things and uh... they also bud to reproduce, right? *knows nothing about chao*) - Eclipse as a secret Klingon (because I was going to make him Shadow, but-) - Shadow as Spock (it doesn't really fit, BUT they're both mixed species AND I originally had Sonic as the captain, sooo...) - Amy as Uhura (Amy is good at bringing people together, being in a leadership role, ect- so I feel like communications fits for her) - Kit as Bones (bro, there are like... no healer/medical type Sonic characters, unless I'm missing something...? So I just went with someone I like. Kit being a snarky lil turd is fun. Most everyone is a pointy-eared bastard, tho, sadly.) - Surge as the salt monster alien (pure silliness, slightly because of its connection to Kit's past so I could draw funni picture) - The Tornado as the Enterprise (eeeeeeh, sounds kinda weird as a name for a spaceship, but...)

Lastly, I quickly booted Sonic from being in Starfleet at all because... No way that free spirit would be enlisted in a uniformed organization. He's some freelance whatever doing his own thing. Maybe visits now and again to check on his lil bro and/or help out with something that aligns with his morals. Alas, lost the good ol' Kirk/Spock sonadow parallel, but oh well.

[heiayen]

one day, i know that you will be there kokomi & gn!reader

summary: "it was nice. you wanted to talk to her, but… something was always stopping you. maybe it was the worry of ruining this– whatever it was. you couldn’t name it, but just simply being with someone was so special to you." of late afternoon hours, libraries and friendships.

tags: platonic, modern au, reader is implied to have health issues. the experience of simply existing in the same space and forming a friendship <3 in general a rather cozy and fluffy piece of work

notes: hello. yes this is a repost because i realized this post just doesn't show up in the tags. buuut yeah this is a gift for @k4saneterritory for @astronetwrk secret santa, sorry for the double tag but tumblr is being a little ass aaand yeah <3 have a good day everyone!!

In the late afternoon hours, the busy life of the library was starting to calm down. Students were packing their schoolbooks and notebooks, finishing studying for the day. Younger kids, leaving with a bunch of books in their hands after spending the past minutes checking every single book for the one to take home, yet not being able to pick just one. An older lady holding an old, romance book, finishing her conversation with the librarian. Everything was calming down, the late sun shining through the curtains, dust visible in the sunlight, the smell of old paper filling up your senses, as you walked inside.

You walked to your usual spot, deeper inside the library and next to a window, and sat down on the plush chair. You took your books from your bag, pencils, water, and snacks to keep you awake and opened the heavy textbook, preparing yourself for your own study session.

It was your little habit, of coming here two hours before the closing time and studying till evening, in the peacefulness of the library and its comfort. That, and…

You noticed that with you, another person was coming during late hours. She was taking her spot near you, always planting different books on the small table and reading them, just like you, until closing hours. 

It felt… nice. You didn’t know each other, only by your looks, by her books and your textbooks, only by the way you two were. Always a constant in your life, always something to look forward to every day. 

She had long, pinkish hair with light blue ends that reminded you of cotton candy. She wore glasses on a chain, always dressed nicely but comfortably, and so many of her things were themed after ocean and sea life. And so were her books. 

Some of them were about life deep, deep in the waters of oceans, and some were not– those books were usually… about history. History of medicine, of military strategies, you name it. And another some were simple novels, the ones you saw your classmates read in their free time.

She seemed interesting. She seemed nice. You two never spoke.

She wasn’t big on bringing any kind of snacks, unlike you (it… was a library after all.) usually opting on just bringing water. She was already there every time you came to the library and you were always leaving before her, twenty minutes before the closing time. 

It was nice. You wanted to talk to her, but… something was always stopping you. Maybe it was the worry of ruining this– whatever it was. You couldn’t name it, but just simply being with someone was so special to you.

It continued for quite a long time. Sun started to hide behind the horizon faster, fewer people were coming and spending their time, deciding to spend it in the warmth of their houses, the warm sunlight stopped shyly peeking through the curtains, hiding behind the gray clouds, letting rain knock on the windows. It was getting darker. One thing never changed.

You and that girl. 

(Somehow, you couldn’t help but think she looked like a mermaid if she was a human. It was the hair. The ocean motif everywhere. Her clothing. Maybe your sleep deprivation and tiredness from studying. The thought made you smile every time.)

It was nice. Really nice. A little comfort in your life that you needed so badly, somehow, a reminder that things weren’t so bad as you sometimes thought. 

You would pay everything and do anything for it to never change.

(Things did. Of course they did, because nothing in life lasts forever unchanged. But they changed for the better, you liked to think.)

It was terribly cold that day, probably the coldest day in the span of the last three weeks and, well, it was understandable because winter was already coming and of course weather was getting worse, but you still absolutely hated it.

You wished for warm weather to come back. Not only you had to wear fewer layers of clothing, but you were in general feeling better about your body and health and the cold, wind, and rain that was now greeting you everytime you left the school building was not helping you. A part of you wanted to stay at home, not go to the library and study preferring the warmth of your home, but you were going either way.

And to your surprise, the spot that was usually taken by the library mermaid (as you.. called her once, barely awake and full of dumb ideas) was empty.

You stared at it, feeling a pang of disappointment in your chest. 

It was still a literal miracle that she showed up daily for the three– almost four past months, one day wasn’t a big deal. Besides, the weather was terrible, so you understood her absence. Still, it did ruin your mood a little and yet you didn’t let it stop you from studying as always. 

Your teachers were giving you so much work, that you started to, jokingly, obviously, think about dropping it all and maybe taking a year-long holiday, somewhere on a sunny beach, away from the exams and tons of assignments. 

Not that you could. But you could always dream, that wasn’t yet banned.

You unpacked your stuff and took your usual place and you started studying. You weren’t feeling well, the pain and cold, still deep inside your bones were enough to distract you. You wanted to rest for a moment– you needed a rest to gather yourself up and continue studying, but this was not the comfort of your own bed, but a library. 

Instead, you decided to snack on the sweets you bought to keep you awake and continued to study. Writing notes down was easy, all you had to do was read the text, shorten it in your head, and write it down in your notebook.

You read the text for the first time. It barely made sense. You read it again, and it still made barely sense. You took a deep breath and gave it a third try, only to still not understand any of it.

You blinked. Looked around. With no one paying attention to you, you placed your arms on the table and placed your head on them, closing your eyes. A moment of rest surely would do you well, right? Maybe it wasn’t the smartest of you to take a library nap right after trying to wake yourself up with sweets– it kinda felt like going to sleep right after drinking coffee– but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about it.

A small nap wouldn’t hurt, you thought to yourself.

A small nap meant five or ten minutes at the maximum of rest, not a good hour of sleep on the uncomfortable chair, with your head twisted and back all curved, begging for back pains later.

(There was a saying about naps, something in your head told you. You couldn’t seem to remember it at that time.)

When you finally awoke, you looked around and were greeted by a pair of blue eyes, with the smallest specks of cotton candy pink and a small, a little nervous smile.

“Excuse me, but I saw that you were sleeping and I didn’t want to leave you alone…” Her voice was soft, light, and she sounded a little shy, and– somehow very how you imagined.

Right in front of you was sitting the very girl with whom, for the past weeks, you had been sharing your late afternoon study sessions.

Her name was Kokomi, you learned. She was a high school senior, just like you. She attended history and social science class, but also took interest in marine biology. She had been using her free time in the library as a way to unwind, relax after stressful times in school, and she liked reading. She noticed you sleeping and was worried about someone taking your stuff, so she quietly sat down on the second chair and decided to wait until you woke up, in the meantime reading one of the books she brought with her. 

She was soft-spoken. You noticed that she had earrings in the shape of fins, in similar colors to her hair, with the addition of soft purples. You noticed a granola bar next to your notebook, one that you didn’t bring with you. It was hers, she said, but thought you might want something to eat. 

You didn’t study anymore that day, no.

But you did the next day, with Kokomi waving to you the moment you appeared within her sight. You asked if she would like to sit with you and it surprised her, but after a moment she said yes and you didn’t really talk, just focusing on your own things and… simply enjoying each other company.

It was weird. Maybe, no, not weird. New. Something you weren’t yet used to. You were used to sitting alone, not having anyone to talk to but not feeling lonely, knowing that someone else was here with you, busy with their own life but always here. Now the said person was next to you and you weren’t alone anymore, you had someone next to you and even though it was awkward at first, you didn’t really know how to talk– and neither it seemed like any of you wanted to talk much, actually– you… enjoyed it. 

Simply being next to each other.

With time, you started to converse. About many things, really.

It started slowly with Kokomi seeming like someone who doesn’t really want to talk while relaxing and you respected it, of course you did, but sometimes you would notice something about her, maybe about her books or maybe her beautiful, pastel and ocean-themed phone case and sometimes, you would talk. Sometimes you wouldn’t, deciding to simply sit in silence.

With time, your conversations became longer. About your studies, your interests, about the food you liked– you learned Kokomi didn’t like seafood– about your plans for tomorrow, about her own plans, about her books and her favourite novels. You enjoyed talking with her, the friendship between you blooming with each day. You enjoyed simply spending time with her when neither of you had the energy to talk.

With time, she started to bring you some healthier snacks than the ones you would bring, after noticing that your health was… well, a rather fickle thing. She started to remind you to not overwork yourself and to drink and eat, because with a tired mind, you wouldn’t learn much. 

(Those were the words of her teacher, she said.)

With time, you learned to notice when she was feeling down and needed some time to herself. You never tried to start a conversation during these times, instead opting to sit in comfortable silence and let her recharge. 

With time, you exchanged phone numbers. At first, it was just to notice the other if one of you would get late or wouldn’t be able to come at all, with the weather getting colder and the sun setting down even faster. But you also started talking more in general, sending each other things you were interested in, and even planning hangouts outside the library when you both had time, energy and the weather was nice enough.

In no way you expected to become friends with Kokomi and in no way you could ever regret it. It was a friendship you held close to your heart, in the gentle embrace of your hands.

taglist: @ryuryuryuyurboat

[lightvixxen]

I don’t think we talk about Eddie being feminine enough on this hellsite and i need fics of Eddie absolutely railing the shit out of reader while /HE/ wears a skirt.

Anyway NSFW below the cut just in case people don’t wanna see it! Nothing too explicit or detailed <3 warning for brief ment of a mommy kink, not aimed at reader but Eddie

Now obviously, him wearing more feminine clothing doesn’t change his style. He still sports his leather jacket and denim vest. Only things that have changed is instead of a long band t-shirt it’s cropped, showing off a little bit of his happy trail, and a skirt with probably more chains than when he wears jeans. To top it all off he wears a smoky eye with sharped winged eyeliner

And he looks fucking good like that, Eddie doesn’t dress up often, but when he does god does it soak your panties. It doesn’t help that sometimes he dresses up /just/ for you. And you’d think he’d be submissive like that, right? Nope he stays dominant. In fact he’s probably meaner when he’s all dressed up.

He’ll have you pinned down beneath him, his hands wrapped tightly around your wrists keeping your arms up above your head, skirt bunched up around his waist while he watches his cock disappear into you.

Maybe he’ll make you call him mistress, or even mommy, loving the way the feminine titles roll from your lips, you being too fucked out to even question him.

And don’t even think about closing your eyes! He’ll make you keep them open, telling you that he dressed up all nice and pretty only to ruin it. The least you can do is fucking /look/ at him.

Pretty boy is Eddie’s middle name honestly.

aaand moving into sfw territory!

If you don’t know how to do your makeup he’ll teach you!! Or you do each others makeup!! He’s also not opposed to being the test subject for any new looks you wanna try. Even if your style is a far cry from his.

SKIN CARE ROUTINE WITH HIM!!! FASHION SHOWS!!! GOING SHOPPING AND PICKING OUT CLOTHES WITH HIM!!!

[merethessc]

Small hc about Aftons?

I honestly think William hates dad jokes.  Unless Elizabeth makes them, then he can tolerate them.

I am a sucker for good ol’ tragic family relationships so, I like to think that William actually cared about his family, but obviously couldn’t fully show that, due to having some underlying issues even before starting the pizzeria chain. William was most likely the middle child in his family, always being left behind and not paid attention to, so he would do close to anything to get any spec of attention for himself (which really boils down to an inferiority complex that leads him down a path of a showman/business dude).

 He can’t really show affection other than through gifts or little things he does for his children. Like his kids were always stacked with toys, had food on their plates, clothes to wear and the craziest birthday parties you can imagine with half of town coming to celebrate only you. With this crazy crowd giving you all the attention you could ever ask for, something Will himself never had. But he would never ask if the kids ever wanted that, Evan for example would prefer to have a nice small celebration with his siblings and parents (yet, i don’t think Will could ever believe that).  William drowned in his work and of course with mrs. Afton being absent (mentally or physically or even both) he couldn’t take proper care of his kids, other than spying on them with cameras, aaand giving the youngest a freadbear plush with a walkie talkie he could use to comfort him (which is a whole other topic to tackle) 

William loves displaying his kids’ art at the restaurant! Out of three of them Elizabeth loves to draw the most, something she got from her mother, she even designed her own animatronic that her dad promised to make one day!

Elizabeth has a weak stomach so anytime she’s in a pizzeria the chefs have to make the best damn pizza they can, or they’ll have to talk to the big papa bear of a boss. 

Evan and Elithabeth have motion sickness, which Michael teases them a lot for, unless William is there, because William has the power to remind Michael a bunch of embarrassing stories from when he was a toddler. 

Most of the artwork and first design sketches were done by Mrs. Afton, she loved William’s ideas and doodled them. Together they both would polish those to perfection. That’s one of the reasons why Will hated when Henry criticized his blueprints and ideas for not being practical or possible, Henry is just unoriginal and uncreative afterall…

Afton brings home all the prototypes and faulty merchandise. The kids love it and mrs. Afton got tired of it after a while. Since the kids are the only ones who own those prototypes they immediately become envied by other kids. Eli and Evan are too young to be in school, so they show off their toys in their kindergarten classes. Michael mostly brags about it and always tries to get his friends some stuff too, so they can all be cool kids together. 

Michael is about 13 yo, Elizabeth is 6 and Evan is 5ish.

Afton’s and Henry’s name badges have little top hats that signify that they’re the owners

[yurucamp]

I plan on (attempting) to make an RPG Maker game about traversing deep underground and finding a bunch of old ruins and other creatures. any advice for a newbie to RPGmaker and game creation?

hi! your idea sounds really fun, i'm excited to see what you make!!

i think the main advice-- and the one you'll read anywhere, because it's the most common issue that plagues new developers-- is to keep the scale of your project as limited as you can, that is, even if you have a grand idea, try to find the most limited way you can share a piece of it!

sorry to start off with a downer, i don't mean for it to destroy your motivation! rather, i think having an achievable goal will ensure that you're able to share what you've made with the world

for more concrete suggestions, rather than working chronologically (starting with your game's opening), start by playing around and making a few maps for the middle of the game that you can easily switch out-- it took me a while to figure out what mapping style i liked and i tossed a bunch of my early work because it didn't fit the style i'd developed

if you just want to develop as a hobby, don't beat yourself up if you lose motivation, let it ebb and flow naturally rather than being something you try desperately to catch in a sieve. i think the spiral of "i don't feel like doing this today -> a year's work is wasted, i'm going to abandon this project" is quite destructive

aaand make sure to keep track of your variables and switches and give them reasonable names X-)

[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 46

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Y/n is sick, so there's a lot of napping here. As usual, there are shenanigans, too.

Author’s Note: Ok so my aim rn is to post at least once a month :'D Let's hope I can actually follow through...

Hope y'all enjoy, take care! x

Table of Contents + Work Summary

Check it out on ao3!

Prev | Next

Although we left the tower from the main floor, Magnus brought us back through the teleportation hall. I’ve only ever been over here a few times, and it’s just as beautiful and dramatic as you’d expect a hall of cubbies with portals in them to look. 

Spotlights shine over each glowing floor crest. Dense ivy is climbing nearly every wall, because of course Magnus’ arborie extends down here too. Some worn-out, brassy plaques that once stated the location that each portal led to are fastened to the stone in-between each red velvet curtain, which are held up by golden rods. Some of them conceal the portals that they're intended to hide, and others are haphazardly bunched open.

As Magnus and I silently near the end of the hall, we both turn to each other. Something feels… weird.

“Do you hear that?” he asks into my head.

I furrow my brows, then shut my eyes, really trying to focus my senses. I hear… oh for fuck’s sake, is that— “Camilla?” I finish my thought back to the wizard. 

He sighs. His eyelids close. Takes a deeper breath, nodding. Mentally preparing for the confrontation, I assume. 

I wince, remembering how my other encounters with that witch have gone. I haven’t seen her much — just the day I met her, and one other surprise visit. None of it was terrible, I guess, but they weren’t the coziest experiences I’ve had to endure either.

My eyes widen as my thoughts jump to their next subject. Seb.

I whisper, “Fuck, she’s probably torturing the poor guy.”

Another sigh emits from my partner. Matching my volume, he submits. “Well, let’s get this over with…” 

I have to hide a grin. Is it sadistic of me to find his resentment towards Camilla kind of amusing? I mean, he’s typically so laid back, y’know?

While we quietly pad through the bookshelves and back to the room where we began today's activities, I try to focus on Camilla. Channeling my energy, and whatever… aaand…

Damn. Still can’t mind-read. I thought maybe the tension would, like, encourage it out of me or something…? I dunno. 

Maybe some other time.

Probably not.

Fuck.

Whatever.

A few more steps and I’m able to make out her words. She sounds just as unnecessarily sultry as I remember her. “Anyway, how have you been faring, tiger?” Tiger?! I stifle a laugh. “I never thought I’d see you around here again.”

“She must not have gotten here too long ago,” I observe into Magnus’ head, peering up at him as we slow to a halt just a few paces from the room our visitor is occupying. He nods in agreement. 

“If you’d like, you can wait upstairs. I won’t subject you to her if you feel uneasy.”

“Too late. Ripping the bandaid off!” 

Before Magnus can register what I‘ve “said,” I turn the corner. Camilla, probably having been fully aware of our presence for a hot minute or two, turns to me as if in cue. 

“Hey, sweetie~” God, does she have to say it so... seductively? I feel a light tingle in my cheeks and avert all eye contact as I offer a meek “Hi.” I see the witch peer behind me from the edge of my vision, and her grin turns more devilish as I brave her face again. “Razzy!!”

“Spirits protect me,” he murmurs aloud. “Camilla.” He pairs her name with a curt nod. 

She looks tickled. Camilla totally knows he hates her. She has to, I mean, look at them! The lady just knows how to make the best of it. I respect that, honestly. 

I look towards Seb, who looks absolutely exhausted. I wonder if he managed to get even a wink of sleep. As Camilla struts towards Magnus and I, with her focus plastered on the older wizard — thank god — I maneuver towards the couch and plop myself next to Sebastian. 

I can’t resist.

“Hey there, tiger~”

Seb deadpans me. “I will end you.”

I snort. “Sorry, jeez! You alright, love?” I whisper as he leans his head on my left shoulder. My corresponding hand instinctively draws upward, promptly running my fingers through his fluffy, pitch black hair.

He simply groans.

A soft chuckle escapes me, and I pat a kiss onto his forehead before dropping his fringe and leaning my temple against his scalp. I fidget with the shoulder of his shirt and shut my weary eyes, just enjoying the contact with Seb after today. There’s still plenty of daylight left, but I think the excitement combined with the wine has me feeling a little drained. I’m choosing to ignore the potential illness I might experience from skinnydipping in cold water and cold weather like a dumbass, good lord Magnus I would be so mad at you if I had it in me—

“You sleep at all?” I cut my thoughts off.

“Barely…” Seb grumbles, “By the time my body decided to cooperate with me, I had about 10 minutes before she appeared.”

“Hm…” I look up to the other spellcasters in the room, who have relocated from the doorway. Camilla still has her back to us.  “We can try and sneak up to Magnus’ bed for a nap while she’s distracted if you want,” I suggest. “Not sure how focused she is on listening to us right now, y’know?”

Seb sighs. Then, he nods.

“I’m sorry,” I invade Magnus as we stand up and tip-toe to the doorway. “Good luck down here. We’ll be in your room.”

I look over at Magnus, who peers towards us while Camilla focuses her attention to the long, glowy, fancy scroll in her hands. His face stays stoic, but his eyes light up at the sound of my voice; and as he nods his response, he offers a wink.

What does that wink mean? Was it just cheeky? Or does he think we’re leaving to, like, fuck or something?

“Don’t have too much fun without me, dear.” 

Oooh, he thinks we’re fucking. 

I’m pretty sure neither of us have any intention to engage in that — I’d envisioned more of a cozy nap together, perhaps — yet I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if the tables were turned from this morning, with Magnus walking in on Seb and I rather than it being the opposite. 

Phew. I need to think of literally anything else before I short circuit and walk into a wall.

I take Seb’s hand in mine as we wordlessly trek up the basement stairs and through the main floor. Feeling the new piece of jewelry adorning my hand, Seb raises it to his face as we walk up the next set of stairs.

“What’s this?”

“Magnus finally asked me out. Made me a fancy magic ring to go with it.”

“It’s about time,” Seb grins lazily, lightly teasing the absent wizard. “Looks pretty.” He presses a kiss to the knuckle just above my ring, lightly tugging me through the doorway to Magnus’ room. 

“You look pretty,” I quip back.

“I look like shit, actually.” He lets go of my hand and collapses onto the unmade bed, belly-first.

I wrap around to the other side — there’s more than enough room for both of us to sprawl — as I respond, “Still pretty.”

Laying down much more gently, I curl up on my side and away from Seb. “By the way, I might have a cold coming on, in case you wanna keep your distance. I don’t want to get you sick with how busy your work has been lately.”

The bed shifts slightly, and I feel fingers running through my still damp tresses. Mmmm this is nice.

“You two get caught in the rain or something?”

“No,” I sigh. “We went swimming…”

I head a light snort behind me. “Where the hell did he take you where it was warm enough to swim?”

“Bold of you to assume it was warm enough,” I respond, closing my eyes. Melting into the light scratches of Seb’s nails on my scalp, the feathery tugs to release the knots from my hair, the warmth of his fingers... “Same weather as here, basically,” I mention quietly, trying to break out of this comfy stupor. I sniffle and clear my throat before continuing, “It was a magical little forest clearing with a lake and waterfalls and stuff. Looked like it was ripped from Skyrim or some shit.” 

“Any creatures?”

“Only fish.” I hear a soft tut behind me and smile. He was probably hoping for some fancy new frogs. “They were cute, but I was secretly hoping a junimo or two would pop out of the woods to say ‘hi.’”

“I was banking on you meeting some fancy new frogs or something.” Called it! “That still sounds nice though. I’m glad you two had fun out there.”

I nod, scooching back towards Seb. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer, tapping a kiss to my head. I hum contentedly. Use my feet and lower legs to shimmy the blankets onto me. Manage to get them up to my knees before reaching down to pull them high enough to cover the lower part of my face. God, they smell so nice. Like Magnus, but with whatever detergent he uses mixed in. Some cottony type of smell. 

I feel some shifting behind me, and then my back feels a little warmer. Seb must’ve tucked himself in too. 

“Comfy?” I murmur, already feeling myself drifting off. 

He hums an affirmation, and it’s the last thing I can register before sleep takes me.

_______________

I wake to a baritone sigh from somewhere across the room. I keep my eyes shut. Sniffle. Notice how crunchy my throat feels, how my spit is almost too thick to swallow. God damnit I’m totally sick. It happened so quickly, too… maybe something about the magic? Who knows.

My gentle alarm clock pads over towards the bed, and I hear another noise – more of a huff, maybe of amusement? – this time. More footsteps. The bed dips in front of me. I feel the warmth of something hover over my cheek, as if hesitating, before it softly rests there. Then, it relocates to my forehead.

“Hm…” I hum, enjoying the feeling. This is so nice. One partner on either side of me. I feel so pampered.

“Are you awake, dearest?” Magnus whispers. His hand drifts back to my cheek, his thumb soothingly stroking it.

“Mhm.” That sounded so gross. I clear my throat and try again. Comes out smoother this time.

He observes, “You feel warm.”

Still too groggy to speak, I respond with another hum. Maybe that was more of a grunt. I dunno.

“Are you feeling alright?”

I shrug. “Probably just a cold,” I answer. My head hurts and this is only making it throb more, but it feels easier to do this than to speak for now. “No big deal.” 

He curses to himself. “I’m sorry, dear. My kind has somewhat of an immunity to most mundane illnesses. I didn’t think twice before encouraging you to join me for a swim.”

“Worth it.” Now that I know I probably can’t get Magnus sick, I remove my hand from under the covers, reaching blindly in his direction. When I feel his shirt in my grasp, I tug it, and with a quiet chuckle he nudges closer to me.

Probably not wanting to disturb Seb, he responds back into my head. “It was not worth it,” he lightly scolds. “I never want you to feel unwell for my sake.”

“It’s worth it to meee.” 

A voiceless chuckle escapes through his noise. “You’re silly.”

“I know. Now shut up and nap with is.”

“So demanding.”

I’m unsure if he’s watching me, but I raise a finger to my lips anyway. “Shhh.”

“Alright, alright.” A beat passes. “Actually...”

The bed shifts again as I feel the body in front of me vanish. I gather the strength to open my eyes, furrowing my brows as I glare up at him between two narrow slits. “That’s not napping,” I pout. 

Another chuckle under his breath. “I’m going to make some soup.” 

“Hmm.” I sigh, shutting my eyes again and scooting back a little more. Seb’s unconscious form tightens its hold around me. ”Fine… thank you, love.”

“Of course, my heart. Please keep resting – I will come get you two when it’s done.”

I nod, hoping he’s still looking. His light steps grow quieter, and the door shuts again. Seb exhales behind me. 

His voice groggy from sleep, he murmurs, “Oh my god dude, his face was so close to mine.”

I chuckle. “Sorry if we woke you up.” I answer verbally, then decide that it’s easier to keep at it telepathically. I feel so… eugh.

“Sorry if you can feel my heartbeat right now,” the emo responds.

“He had you that frazzled, huh?” I feel Seb nod, then continue, “Sounds like your feelings have evolved beyond just crushing territory.”

“You’re telling me…” His arm moves, his hand resting on my forehead. “Hm. You are warm.”

I repeat back to Seb what I’d told Magnus, “Probably just a cold.” 

“You’re awfully toasty for just a cold.” Seb’s arm lowers again, wrapping back around me. “Why don’t I stay at the farm for a few days? I can help out while you get better.”

I can’t help the smile that curves my lips, but shake my head. “No! You have your own work to worry about.”

“I’m sure Magnus wouldn’t mind splitting farming duties with me. We both know he’s good with plants, after all.”

“He has his own work too.” My eyes are still shut, and I’m still facing away from Seb, but my brows furrow. “Besides, I dunno how cozy I am with you both doting on me so much. Feels weird.”

“Yoba forbid we love you, or something,” he chuckles. I join him, but not without lightly nudging him with my elbow. “You don’t wanna miss meeting Krobus coming to Spirit’s Eve because you didn’t take care of yourself, do you?”

I groan. “...Fuck you. I don’t like it when you’re right about things.”

“Too bad.” He kisses the crown of my head, then sighs. “Want me to go grab you some tea?”

I shake my head. Scoot back a little more, then tuck my top leg between both of his. Reinforcing that I don’t want him to leave. Deciding my head is pounding too much to keep talking to him telepathically, I clear my throat, then tell him, “Magnus is making soup.”

There’s a pause before he asks, “…Where?” 

I think for a moment. I’ve only eaten an actual meal here, like, once, and that was when Magnus disguised his home for Abby’s potential visit. Y’know, when he conjured a whole-ass kitchen into the main room. Other than that, we usually order in or have little treats if we’re hungry.

“Huh.” I think harder. He’s gotta eat more than just takeout, no? “Maybe he keeps a hot plate or two in his cabinets, or… wait, no, the outlets are all taken by his string lights, and he’d never turn those off…” I pause, lightly coughing and clearing my throat before I wonder, “Where the fuck does he make food?”

Sounding more confused now, Seb asks, “Where the fuck is his fridge?” “Does Magnus… does he eat when we’re not here? Do elementals need food?” 

I turn my head back slightly, and see that Sebby’s expression is just as concerned as mine.

Without a word, we both get out of bed – well, I kinda roll out more than anything – and head downstairs. As if to sneak up on Magnus – observe him in his natural habitat, if you will – we tip-toe down to the main room…

Aaand he’s not there.

I turn around and jog up a few steps to see the hallway. 

Eyeing the spiral staircase – which I assumed led to a room that was full of artifacts and shit based on the fact that I’ve never been up there, and because why wouldn’t it be cluttered with various arcane wonders? – I think out loud, “Does he have a kitchen up there?”

Seb follows me. I look up at him as he reaches the step I’m on. Unsure of himself, he squints and tilts his head to the side a little. “Maaaybe?” 

He looks down at me. Filled with determination, we nod at each other and continue our adventure through this absurdly stereotypical wizard tower, which we’ve spent plenty of time in without knowing what is actually up there.

How the fuck have neither of us thought to look or ask?

Whatever.

I sniffle as we mosey over, and get onto the first step to try and peer up. Sniffle again, big style. Sounds gnarly.

“Gross,” Sebastian teases. 

I nudge him. “You’re gross.”

Without a response, Seb steps up to join me. The top is dark. Can’t see shit from here. 

“Should we check?” I ask. “I mean, I don’t want to go anywhere he doesn’t want us to, but—“ Seb is already ascending. “Oh.” 

I follow him up, hastily catching up to his longer strides. For some reason my heart is pounding, as if something bad is gonna happen. Haven’t had any premonitions yet, so that’s promising, at least. 

We get to the top, Seb whips out he flashlight on his phone, and—

“It’s just a normal attic.”

“Oh.” That was anticlimactic. “Well…” 

Head lowered, I take a walk of shame back down the stairs. I was so convinced something cool and/or mysterious would be going on up there. 

When we get to the bottom, now in the small corridor outside of Magnus’ room again, Seb takes a turn into the bathroom. He closes the door, but talks anyway as he pees. 

There’s something heartwarmingly domestic about this. 

“You think he got caught up in some business with Camilla again?” he suggests.

“Maybe. I hope everything is alri—“ I stop my words short as I hear the front door open. “Someone just walked in,” I mutter against the wood. 

I can’t hear Seb’s response over the sound of the toilet flushing, and tip-toe a few feet over where I can see the culprit. My eyes widen, watching as the wizard transfers takeaway containers of soup into some bowls he had stored near his workstation. I’ve been hoodwinked! 

“Magnus Rasmodius,” I announce, ignoring the surprised little jump he does as he turns towards me, “What the frick is that?!”

The wizard’s eyes widen and pinken, his cheeks flushing to match. “Erm…”

Seb steps out of the bathroom and peers over my head. “Oh, you dirty, dirty man.”

I cross my arms and lean back against Seb, cheekily glaring down at the wizard. A short silence passes. 

“…I cannot cook.”

My brows furrow. I slowly make my way down the steps with Seb in tow. “What, like, you don’t have anything to cook with, or..?”

He shakes his head, eyes still pink as he confesses, “I don’t bother to keep much kitchenware handy. My cooking and baking skills are abysmal.” 

All the tea, ramen, and other things that can be made by simply boiling water are beginning to make sense.

“Do you just buy takeout every day then?” Seb asks. 

With his brows lowered and his bottom lip being thoroughly chewed, Magnus diverts his eyes. 

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?!” I frown. “I wouldn’t mind cooking for you. Or with you, I mean, I could teach you a little.” 

“Is it not an utter embarrassment, though? To meet someone who can’t cook, despite having been on this earth for centuries?” 

“No!” Seb and I both answer. He sounds just as passionately full of worry as I am. “I’m not surprised, to be honest,” Seb tacks on. “With how much of your life you spend working, there’s not much time to learn how.”

I nod in agreement. I shuffle over to Magnus. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I look up at him, my chin resting just below his chest. “Let’s try cooking together when you have time, ‘kay?”

Hugging me back, Magnus peers down in surprise. “Yes,” his shock turns into a warm grin, “That would be lovely.”

Seb walks past us, grabbing a bowl from the counter. “Oh hell yeah, is this pumpkin?”

“Butternut squash.” 

“Damn.”

“They’re both squashes, technically,” I point out to Seb. “You get this from Gus?” I ask Magnus, punctuating my question with a sniffle. He, more maroon-eyed again, reacts by placing a soothing palm against my cheek. I practically melt into it.

“Indeed. It is always intimidating to go there, but he is a pleasant man.”

Seb, nodding along as he swallows a sip, chimes in. “Gus fucks.”

I snort out a little laugh. Magnus tilts his head, obviously confused. He doesn’t question it though. Probably had too much slang for one day. 

“How does it work with, uh...” I vaguely gesture in Magnus’ direction, implying that I’m referring to his appearance.

He snorts, reassuring me, “He and Emily are some of the very few who know the truth of my existence.”

“What about the other people in there?”

“I teleport directly to the kitchen.”

My brows raise and my jaw goes slack. I huff out a laugh, turning my head and lifting my elbow to my face as it morphs into a cough.

Before I can pry further, Seb asks, “Does that not scare the shit outta them?!”

“They’re quite used to my presence at this point.” He grins, his eyes turning pink as he adds, “I’d like to think we have a fond acquaintanceship by now.” 

Aw. I hope they do. He deserves friends besides cryptids and gremlins and basement dwellers! And if there’s anyone here who I think would be accepting of Magnus based strictly on looks and vibes, it would totally be Emily.

Changing the subject, Magnus places his other hand on my free cheek, bending down to kiss my forehead. I tippy toe to help him out. “Now eat,” he orders, his irises burgundy again, “before it gets cold. You need this.” 

I nod, situating myself next to Seb as I grab the two unattended bowls, handing one over to Magnus. I hop onto the counter and happily sip straight from the vessel. Gus does fuck, god damn this is good. It’s sweet and salty and creamy as hell, with the exception of some toasted seeds floating within it.

The rest of the day after this is spent taking it easy. After finishing my soup, I nap some more – Magnus lets me borrow a shirt to sleep in, so I don’t need to keep getting all tangled up in my skirt and sweater – and I opt to head home when I wake back up. Magnus insists on teleporting me there, but I walk, wanting to get some fresh air.

I changed back into my own clothes for the walk, but brought the borrowed top with me, insisting I’d wash it for him. That was only a half-lie. No shit I’ll wash it, but as soon as I got home, I tossed Magnus’ tee back on. Too comfy to pass on.

Seb and Magnus continued their training as I made my trek back to the farm and into my bed, and about an hour or two after I situated myself, my partners were already forcing themselves into my house to check up on me. 

Fucking dorks. I love them so much.

After ensuring to them that I don’t need anything extra, and begging them to stop fussing over me, the two of them clamor into my bed with Cannoli and I.

It’s a tight fit, and not as comfy as cuddling in Magnus’ bed, but this fucks too.

[fen-the-space-dragon]

Pinned Post! Finally!

First things first: This blog supports Palestine. If you want, and haven't done so yet today, here's a handy link to help donate to help the people in Palestine without even spending money and it takes like 2 seconds. All you have to do is click the button and it raises funds to help ^^

(Also I just now found out the background of the thank you screen is interactive and will explode confetti if you click the white space)

And this is a link to a bunch of vetted campaigns to donate to in order to help save the lives of Palestinians:

Info about me under the cut cuz I don't want this to be too long and in the way!

Hi! My name is Fen and I use they/he pronouns. Neutral or masculine terms are preferred ^^

I reblog a lot of civil rights, equality, etc. stuff (big shocker), and also enjoy art, warrior cats stuff, and do a lot of reblogging random shit I think is cool or funny. (Also I really really really like animals they're so cool and I have so many useless facts about them please talk to me about animals)

Uhmmmm ye if you ever wanna send me asks or dms or @ me, go ahead. Warning tho: I’m more likely to respond faster to asks or mentions than dms because dms are scary

Things you can do when sending asks, dming, or @ing me:

Ask me about something (ask respectfully tho. If you barge in here being all rude I might not respond)

Talk about a shared interest (I could talk for DAYS about warrior cats or animals in general)

@ me in fun tag chain things

Uhhh idk just say hi

Things you shouldn’t do:

Just don’t be rude, a jerk, disrespectful, other words that mean the same thing

Aaand thank you for coming to my TedTalk! Okie bye

Pride banners by @/goobersplat

[poognthebrainbois]

🍄 🍐 and or 💬?

(All 3, let's go!)

🍄 - How did you get your system name?

Okay so technically a friend of ours thought of it.

But:

We've since extrapolated meaning from it that I will now share with you all.

For a little context: we grew up with musical theatre. We were majoring in it at university. And singing has always been important in our life. So in a general sense, we knew it had to be something surrounding that. Anyway,

I can't find it but we wrote a whole thing once about how

the concept of a songbook is a collection of a performer's go-to songs for auditions and such, and how some they may know much better than others, but they're all meaningful in some way to the performer, and each song helps showcase a different aspect of that person's abilities, and shows what they value and the versatility of the person. A performer will often take out old songs that no longer fit or serve them, and add new songs that they've only recently learned, but every song was once a part of the book. And I feel the same way about our system. We're all songs in the Songbook, and some of us are very new, and some of us have seen our worst and best moments. But we're all part of the same book, and we're all important for our own reasons.

That, and we've actually met and/or gotten to know a lot of headmates through singing.

While we were at school, we used to lock ourself in a practice room in the music building and do karaoke by ourself.

Specific songs had meaning/hit hard for some headmates, who would either have picked the song for that purpose, or have come to front during the song without even realizing. It's such a surreal experience.

🍐 - Are there any nonhuman headmates (in the system)?

Yes! Several! That number actually used to be much higher.

We've got a couple vampires, a couple werewolves, a couple introjects of dnd/LARP characters that are very unique (mostly elves but also some more obscure races). Uuummm... We have various magic users? Not sure if that counts... Some fae-adjacent people. A couple pure animals (A cat, a wolf, and a bird), a demon, a couple Time Lords, aaaaand whatever the hell Yakko Warner is.

💬 - Free space! Talk about anything!

OKAY SO

A number of us/our headmates have personal Spotify playlists and/or Pinterest boards. And I would absolutely love to link them for you if you want.

Also! We made a Google Slide Presentation about each of the headmates our friends were likely to meet!

Each headmate has 4 slides.

An Introductory Slide, containing basic information like name/pronouns as well as a little blurb about who they are/what they're like, and other info like system role, indicators when fronting, and likes and dislikes (sometimes containing positive/negative triggers).

A "faceclaim" Slide (we don't usually use the word faceclaim), which is covered in mostly Picrews or personal art of the headmate, to get a sense of what they look like.

An Aesthetics Slide, compiling a lot of stuff from their Pinterest board if they have one. Outfits and aesthetics indicative of their color pallete, Pinterest quotes, things of that nature.

Aaand a Miscellaneous Slide! Most of these are just a bunch of tumblr posts that "fit the vibe". Also other various memes, or pics dreamed "not sophisticated enough" for the Aesthetics Slide.

Another key feature of these slides is that everyone's slides are their favorite color, and the Introductory Slide is typed out in a font that either matches their vibes or is similar to their handwriting.

An example (that's probably outdated) can be seen in this post (cw aro discourse).

As always, feel free to ask whatever questions you want!!! Fill that inbox!!!

Thanks for asking/reading! :)

[planetary]

wait whats io’s full name again. does it have meaning

dionycha helvindar ^_^ probably supposed to be said as “dionycha of house helvindar”

since she’s a drow (born in the spider dimension) and a former cleric of lolth (the spider queen goddess) i named her after a type of spider. these guys can climb glass and other smooth surfaces n stuff and well like she climbed out of the ground to live on the surface so that checks out i think

and helvindar i got from a google document listing a bunch of drow names and stuff. “helvi” means “those above” and “ndar” means “black hearts” which i looked up and apparently a black heart is a thing you use for sacrifices. she fled bc she really was not enjoying all the living sacrifices she had to make and well also “those above” makes sense since she went up there ⬆️

aaand io is the name of an actual moon of jupiter so she renamed herself that once she was accepted as a cleric of the moon goddess ^_^ idk if jupiter and its moons exist in the dnd universe but like no one explicitly said they DONT right… also i do what i want

it’s pronounced EYE-oh btw in case anyone was pronouncing it ee-oh. long i sound. basically its said exactly the same as its spelled. just say the letter i and the letter o. thats her name

[edgy-dragon-trash]

tell me about the dragons

Yippee!!!

Yeah boss I will, I have a nice collection. When I say I got these over the years I mean I just kept alot of things from when I was young.

Tumblr fucks up my shit alot when I put things under the read more thingy so lets hope all is well. I also had to switch to the browser in the middle of this to add more pictures so that also adds to my worries yippee. Tumblr is a perfect website.

Anyways lets start strong, this one is a fave of mine. Love the pose, love the colors, classic dragon shape. It sits on my nightstand.

10/10

Up next, another good one. Very beautiful, very powerful.

10/10

This one? The last dragon I bought, latest in the collection. He was in a really odd place, between a bunch of books. And I felt a very strong urge to save him.

10/10

Haven’t really got a new dragon since this one, because these things are getting stupid expensive. Enjoying yourself is slowly becoming a privillage. But lets keep this post light hearted.

This one is from when I was younger. One of the spikes on its back is a button. You press it and the wings and jaw move. Its old tho so the springs don’t work well anymore. It also has bendable legs.

This bad boy guards my manga and very special mcr funko pop.

10/10

These are not dragons, but they are draconic. So they deserve a mention. And they look sick as hell and thats what matters.

10/10

These dudes are very clearly broken, one missing its jaw, the other a leg and both missing their wings. They were gonna be thrown out but I took em in and gave them a home.

They were meant to walk around making loud dragon noises.

10/10

Yeah the pictures says it all. I lost 4 httyd action figures. I’m sure they are in a box somewhere but I didn’t find them so far.

They were 10/10 to me tho. As is any dragon.

Speaking of httyd, heres something I didn’t lose. A toothless funko pop and bootleg plush.

10/10.

This is Murdoc, he quickly became a fave. His shape is perfect. Saw him in the last moment, epic find.

10/10

it seems I have to switch to the browser to add more pictures oh for fucks sake.

Videogame dragons!! Thats my good friend Spyro! My good time boy! And the ender dragon! Did you know her name is Jean? You do now!

And of course, before you ask, I am looking for a Spyro plush.

10/10 and 10/10

A pop out pet. I got this one many years ago so idk if they are still relevant anywhere but the ideea was that its 3 toys in one, and you just switch them inside out. Mine is fantasy themed, it has a dragon, an unicorn and a phoenix. Of course I keep it as the dragon. It became a little lumpy over the years.

10/10

Big boy. Massive. Old as fuck too I don’t remember when or how I got this guy. I just know they are loved.

10/10.

Uhh these guys. I got the small ones from 3 different people. And the big guy from my mom. I never told any of them about this because the more dragons the better.

10/10, 10/10, 10/10 aaand 10/10.

I almost forgot about him but, Mega Charizard X who is a dragon type so at least poor Charizard has that going on every now and then.

This mega evolution is one of my fave pokemon. Yes the mega evolution specifically. Shut up.

10/10

And here is the dragonology book who was doing the hard work in those pictures. Aswell as the page it was open on, which is about diffrent colored dragons.

I’m also on the lookout for the famous dragonology book so I can be part of the cool kids.

wait I forgot a dragon. This guy!! Love his tail! 10/10