#also ink you look very majestic ^-^

[fatuismooches]

(x) As the Second Harbinger, one would think Il Dottore would be wholly disinterested in something like White Day. And it was a perfectly reasonable guess, after all, have you seen the Doctor?! But no, they would be wrong, having not seen how Dottore and his segments carefully procured their own little thing for you as a reciprocal gift for your previous presents on Valentine's Day.

Was this odd behavior for the scholars? Most definitely. Even for you this was uncharted territory. What could have prompted Dottore, who largely ignored the existence of holidays, to take the initiative? You believed it to be him finally deciding to be a cutie again. (As the banker once said, if Dottore didn't put more effort in, he may just sweep you off your feet instead - and as joking as the Ninth may have been, it had served to push Dottore forward (as planned).

Prime Dottore does the best thing he can for you - spend quality time with you. Sure, as much as you like all the neat gadgets he makes you to pass the time, it gets to a point it can no longer replace his presence. And so you two have dinner - whether you prefer it to be fancy with a romantic atmosphere, or something more relaxed with you two munching in bed. The day ends with lots of talking and rambling from both of you, a much needed break and reminder of your love. And don't worry, he didn't try to cook this time.

Alpha gifts you a pack of the very best pens Teyvat has to offer. They write flawlessly and it's genuinely breathtaking. After all, he remembers very well those days you spent in the Akademiya, and how you grumbled about only having cheap pens, but had all these essays to write. And since Alpha knows how much you love being fancy - don't worry - he got them in different colors too. Just don't draw on his notes (please do). And don't bother sharing them with him. He will probably end up breaking them eventually and get grumpy at you, as if it's your fault ink splattered all over him.

Beta is very proud of his gift and was secretly itching the whole time to see the look on your face once he finally gave it to you. Of course, it's machine related. As you've probably guessed, the gift in question is a Ruin Guard... customized to resemble... you? See, he had his agents give it a new coat of paint that is similar to you, and he's added a few small articles of your clothing that could go on it! It's majestic! Yeah... it may be a bit impractical, seeing as how huge it is, and you have to walk all the way to Beta's lab to play with it, but do you see his big, sharp grin right now? It's the culmination of his work for his dearly beloved, his two favorite things combined!

Delta isn't really a stellar gift giver, being as serious and unemotional as he is. But he still does believe in returning effort, especially when it came to you. However, that doesn't really change the fact he's unsure of what to give you, so he just sticks to the way he best communicates with you - actions - seeing as when he talks he isn't the most fun to listen to. Just expect to see a lot of your favorite things popping up throughout a very stress-free day.

Zeta presents you with a collection of books he's been storing that he'd think you'd like. Although this segment never seems to be around, and seems to talk even less, it doesn't mean he doesn't know what's going on in your life. Zeta listens to everything with interest and almost an uncanny precise memory, noting everything down. And of course, when he happens to hear agents speak about things you're also interested in, that is also noted. Sure, these things may not always be his sort of thing, but if you want the extraordinary rare first edition of "Shogun Almighty: Reborn as Raiden With Unlimited Power" or "Pretty Please, Kitsune Guuji?", he'll get his hands on it... even if it raises some eyebrows.

Though still a child, Zandy would never dare to miss out on gifting you something! He shares with you one of his plushies - a simple blue teddy bear. It's honestly quite out of place considering his other toys and his most treasured Ruin Guard plushies, but it reminds you of the boy - cute, tiny, huggable, and blue. If you wear earrings, he'll also somehow get his hands on a matching pair, so you're always carrying a piece of him! After all, as much as you'd like to be cool and wear Dottore's blue vial on your ear too, it's not as comfortable as he makes it looks...

Sigma's gift is as sweet as he is, combining two of his interests - plants and sweets - and what does that get you? Chocolate roses of course! The segment gifts you the bouquet all romantically, before one rose is suddenly plucked and promptly devoured, of course while he watches you laugh and munch one right after. It becomes a tradition of sorts afterward, and you learned to make them yourself to surprise him too! It's such a shame he can't grow chocolate flowers in his greenhouse...

Phi leaves you with a nice perfume/cologne, nothing too overpowering, with a lovely designed bottle with the patterns of her clothes. Somehow it never runs out (she refills it when you're not around). The trick is that the smell is quite similar to hers, so whenever you wear it, the other segments get slightly annoyed as they're practically smelling her on you - completely unfair of course. Before they can try to cover you with theirs instead, Phi always whisks you away.

Omega, for once, has a bit of trouble deciding what your gift is, surprisingly. He's pondered over it for a while, catching himself idly thinking about it. He believes it must be the perfect gift, the best gift - the gift you like the best. Being the observant person you are, you notice his thinking and inquire, and so he just bluntly asks you what you would like the best. You can't help but let out a laugh, claiming that although you think his thoughtfulness is cute, there was really no need to think that hard into it - you'd appreciate and love anything because he was the best lover you could ask for! And then it hits Omega - that's right, he is the best - already superior to his other selves. And so, that night, you had your gift all to yourself, every inch of him.

[schoenht]

↳ dust of the stars in their eyes

character: lilia vanrouge

synopsis: cinderella au (the musical version)

a/n: TO MY BELOVEDEST @linabirb I HAVE FINISHED PART ONE OF YOUR LATE BDAY PRESENT </3 ILY LOTS AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY !!! I'LL BE WRITING PART TWO VERY SOON I'VE BEEN SUPER EXCITED TO WRITE THIS SINCE I'VE BEEN OVER THERE

No one truly understood the woes of being the prince with pressures of becoming the next king. All the kingly duties and having to uphold the kingly stature when Lilia Vanrouge only wanted to slide across halls in his socks with his advisors, who joined a lot of the time. The loss of himself when he thought too much about who he was. On the surface, he was the prince, but deep down? He couldn't fathom understanding himself past the fun times that he granted himself. Slaying dragons, sliding across the halls, that was what created a life supposedly worth living for him.

Today, however, did not follow the usual exciting schedule.

Kalim walked in with a scroll in his hand. "Your Majesticness, we have to fulfill your father's wishes!"

Lilia smiled, an elfish grin that made him look so innocent when it was not-so-secretly full of mischief. "Which wish? The one where you and Cater dangle me from the ceiling as we pretend to be thieves taking the crown?"

The white haired male knew exactly what he was talking about. Their plans were jubilant, if not occasionally lethal at times. But Lilia seemed to always get back up after falling from several feet high. After all, he was a fae and fae were known for their antics. Kalim shook his head, unfurling a ridiculously long scroll that only said a few words in bright green ink and outrageously enormous letters. "Lilia, get married NOW."

What a bunch of poppycock, Lilia thought. His father had always been protective of him since he was young, and somehow, he had also been trying to set him up with several princesses. The princess he used to be betrothed to when he was a small fae had escaped when she was just 10, deciding to be raised by nuns. He was stunned to find out that when he was born, he was already engaged for some sort of power. Afterwards, his father believed he could court someone on his own.

He could not.

Kalim scrambled to pick the long scroll up and made it into a pile as he glanced at the prince. "My lord? You must find someone."

The prince knew it was time. "What do you suggest?"

"I have an idea~!" The singsong voice of his other advisor came through the halls as he took a singular selfie of himself and made his phone disappear into his pocket. Lord Cater, who was somehow the wisest one amongst the three of them when it came to a situation such as this one, had one of those signature Cater beams, the ones that could relax anyone because he had a plan.

Curious, Lilia slightly leaned forward. "What is your idea?"

"We host a ball! And if you meet the person you like there, we did it, you can get married!"

"That seems a bit unorthodox--"

Cater didn't want to hear it and refused to. "Just think about it, Your Gracefulness, a romantic night sky, candles...maybe even some flames."

"Flames?"

"Of love, of course! Not pyrotechnics." Cater glanced at Kalim, shaking his head. "That means no fireworks, Kalim."

"Awww."

Lilia tilted his head a little. Perhaps it was a good idea to receive guests into his castle, to see who could potentially be the next person at his side to hold a crown on their head. It did not have to be something so overly dramatic as Cater was implying, yet Lilia liked to have that dramatic flair. And a ball was as dramatic one can get. Not to mention, it would slowly quell the murmurs of an uprising advocated by the impoverished individuals in his kingdom. He would feed them and ensure that they got a pleasant night. And so, he agreed.

With his permission, Cater was sent to the kingdom to make an announcement. The day was blistering hot, and yet the town was bustling. He could see people hurrying to get the best purchases in the market; children laughing as they kicked a bright green ball around on the gray cobblestones; couples occasionally stopping at the old and unstable fountain in the middle of the square to share the toss of a coin, hushed wishes made about their relationship lasting until the finality of time; vendors shouting at the top of their lungs their best offers on their wares, hoping to outdo their fellow sellers and perhaps obtain a bit more money this time around.

A flash of excitement came over him and he slowly rose on a barrel full of old clothes, according to the label. The bell in his hand commanded for attention from the people and sure enough, the eyes of the public were on him. "The prince is giving a ball! The prince is giving a ball! Hear ye, hear ye, a ball and that's not all! His Royal Highness, Lilia Vanrouge, is giving a ball!"

The repetition of his words quickly got the attention of several individuals, murmuring and as if Cater was a magnet, they were drawn to him to listen further. "He's giving a ball?" "Impossible, the prince has never given a ball in his lifetime." "Oh, shut it, I want to hear!" "I can't see!"

The ginger grinned, knowing he had the attention of more people and as a crowd formed, he knew he had one shot at this. For Lilia and above all, for his paycheck. And his friendship with Lilia, of course. Clearing his throat, he spoke with regality as he brought out shiny, crisp cream envelopes with the famous wax seal on it. Everyone knew it was the royal seal. "His Royal Highness, Lilia Vanrouge, has this decree: To attend the ball, all one requires is an invitation and suitably fashionable attire, and the prince will choose someone from the ball to be his future partner. That means anyone can be the next royal."

In the crowd, swallowed up by other excited people, you listened with intent, eyes filled with a wistfulness to be able to join such a celebration with high stakes. Living in your position was not easy and perhaps, with luck, you could be the one chosen for the place at Prince Lilia's side. Your thoughts been filled with wishes and wants that had replaced your previous ones. Now there was one that was at the center of it all: you wished you were one of the lucky people with an invitation to the ball.

The crowd dispersed and it left you alone in the square as the vendors packed up to go home after a long day of work. You sat on the fountain, careful not to sit in the one crack that made it more unstable, daydreaming about what it would be like to be in the royal palace. You sigh softly as you talk out loud, dreaming up scenarios of what would happen. But you know it wouldn't and your voice trails off.

Out of nowhere comes the old man that listens to you speak all the time, speaking his gibberish. "All the wishes in the world are poppycock and twaddle!"

"Oh, Crazy Sam, are you mocking me with your gibberish?"

"Yes. All the dreamers in the world are dizzy in the noodle!" The man grinned, his magenta eyes hiding a secret as he listens to your wish about wanting to see the prince in person, to talk to him about what life in his kingdom was really like. With a hum, he teases, "And then to have him fall in love with you?"

You shake your head. No. You didn't want that for you, you wanted the prince to realize that his kingdom was a place that needed to be fixed as efficiently as possible. "Why did you come to visit me?"

"I just knew I would find in the same fountain, in the same part, on the cliff of a foolish dream."

For once, Crazy Sam wasn't crazy. He was right and you agreed begrudgingly. "Maybe I am being foolish."

"Then be foolish with me. What would you dream of?" His smile was reminiscent to that of someone who was the messenger for a surprise party. When he heard your dream of getting an invitation to the ball, he pulled out a cream colored envelope. It was a bit ripped from being run over in the stampede of the crowd as they left. "Here. There's an invitation. It isn't perfect, just go. What else would you dream of?"

Your heart lifted in hope as you spoke about silks and such for your outfit that you so desired for. But then you got realistic. "How would I get to the ball?"

He smiled. "See that pumpkin over there? I'll turn it into a golden carriage."

"And horses?"

"Those mice in that cage." He nodded at the mice trapped in a cage, almost a metaphor for your life was. "And a fox as a footman and a raccoon as a driver."

You could almost burst out laughing. This was so ridiculous and improbable. "In order to do that, you'd have to be a fairy godmother. Or godfather."

Crazy Sam raised an eyebrow and suddenly it felt as if the energy shifted between you both. In the same way a magical girl transformation would happen, it seemed like Sam glowed for a second and he changed from an old man with a hunched back to a man with a top hat that could stand up straight and dance. He had a cane in his hand, markings all around him and eyes that no longer hid their mischief and whimsy. Sam had hidden this secret from you all along. He laughed, doing a small turn. "Much better, don't you think?"

Your jaw was on the floor. You had just seen one of your only friends go from an old person into what seemed to be a magical being. "Sam! Are you...really my fairy godfother?"

Sam kept a beam on his face. "But of course! Actually, I'm everyone's fairy godfather, but you're the only one who has treated me with kindness and generosity. Now, I must make all the dreams we talked about come true."

"But that's so improbable, implausible! You could even say that it's impossible!"

With a regal huff, Sam shook his head, spinning his cane in his hand as he led you away from the town square into the edge of the woods. "Impossible? For a pumpkin to become a carriage? Four white mice becoming horses! Ha! The world is full of fools, who believe too much in their strict, invulnerable rules. Impossible things keep happening every day."

Truly, your eyes were deceiving you. You stared at Sam, thinking that he was out of his mind completely. "That's out of the question!"

"Is it?"

You nodded your head, your hands moving in front of you as if trying to emphasize your point. "Unattainable."

"Hmm, do you believe that?"

"Unimaginable..."

"Unimaginable..." Sam grinned as he parroted what you said.

You sputtered, "But you were just a beggar man a couple of moments ago and now you're my fairy godfather? Does that mean that anything is obtainable?"

"Of course." The man listened to you as you spoke, elated at the fact that maybe, just maybe, he could fix everything. He could fix all that caused you troubles. "No, but you can. You can make it all happen."

"I couldn't!" At your words, Sam mocked you a bit, "I couldn't, it's all so impossible--No, it isn't. Look at me, look at your invitation. I'll even give you proof."

His cane glowed as transformations began, suitable for that of a princess. The silliness of earlier became a reality as your dreams seemed to be closer and closer in your grasp. The pumpkin became a gorgeous white carriage, made out of a material that seemed to be made out of porcelain. It was ornate, decorated with gold linings and shining jewels on the swirling wheels. Under the sunset, it shimmered in the dazzling lotus pinks and poppy oranges of the sky.

Next were the raccoon and fox. They turned into grown men, with no idea as to how they could only walk on their hind feet and had fingers with actual human skin. They slowly stumbled to their positions by the carriage as commanded by the person who made them into something else. Another tap of the floor by Sam's cane and out popped the mice into horses, snuffling at the floor.

Finally, he turned to you. He caused you to float and spin and soon, you were transformed into the most gorgeous attire that you could ever even think of wearing. A gasp fell from your lips. "It's the most beautiful outfit I've ever seen in the land!"

He smiled not unkindly. "I will have to warn you, however, this spell only lasts until midnight. By that time, everything will go back to its normal state of being and so will you. Now go, go with the promise of possibility!"

With your heart beating faster and faster at the prospect of going to the ball that seemed as though any laws abiding by the fabric of the universe could now be ripped to shreds, your carriage raced through the night. The world seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for you to finally step out and complete the puzzle of the idyllic night that was to come. Perhaps it was the joy of the moment that made you forget the midnight rule for now. After all, the plush fabric beneath you was more luxurious than any material belonging to your household. It was a dream that one would never wish to wake up from.

Arriving at the palace, it seemed as though you had stepped into another universe entirely. The palace was looming over you with its bright white ivory walls, shiny glass windows that prohibited a speck of dust to even land on it, perfectly polished doors with guards in armor, checking every guest for invitations as they walked in. Your carriage pulled itself aside, allowing you to step down from it. As the last person to arrive, it would be quite difficult to not notice you.

And that is exactly what happened to Lilia when he merely glimpsed at you, only to do a double take. In all his years of living, he had never seen a star up close, and yet here you were, dazzling without even attempting. It was a bit cute to him to see that you were standoffish, perhaps a bit shy. He made a choice to introduce himself as he walked over, bowing. "Good evening. I am Prince Lilia. How do you do?"

You couldn't believe your ears. The prince himself had walked over to you, even though you were late and completely alone. You also bowed as you introduced yourself to him. You studied him for a second and you saw that for a prince, he did not appear like one. Black hair with pink highlights in an asymmetrical haircut with tiny wisps on the sides of his head, reminding you of bat wings. Those red eyes full of roguery and the smile that showed who he was beyond being a prince.

"May I have this dance?" Lilia asked as a new soft ballad was being played in the background.

Taking his extended hand, you began to dance with him. It was awkward at first since you were not a professional in ballroom dancing and it was not something that was taught to you in your household. Waltzing through the ballroom quietly, but it was somehow a comfortable silence as you swayed back and forth with him. He didn't mind when you stepped on his shoes at all, he was fond of your inexperience. Oh, the thrill of possibly finding someone that he would adore, that made him refuse to come down to Earth again.

The waltz transformed into something slightly more upbeat, involving everyone. You did not know any of this synchronized dancing, only following through the motions. It was certainly overwhelming. Lilia saw that and he swiftly weaved through the other dancers to get to you, taking you away from everyone else. You may be in the center, but no one else would lay a hand on you as long as the prince decided that he would dance with you and you alone. The melody began to slow down slightly and began once again.

Time seemed to move slowly with him before you were matching the pace of the upbeat melody. It was quickening with every note until it reached its crescendo and suddenly it felt like you were floating. You were floating when you looked down at the floor. Lilia winked a bit. "I decided to switch it up this time instead of me floating."

He twirled with you around the room, everyone else enjoying their similar dances with their own partners as the music blared loudly from the area where the musicians remained. It began to quiet down before rising up again in its notes. As Lilia stared at you, he only thought that angels had to be real, for they lived in your eyes. He shook his head, getting that out of his head and smiling once more at you. "I would love to continue dancing with you, if you'd allow it."

"Oh, I would love to--"

Suddenly, everything snapped to reality as you took a brief look at the massive clock behind him. With a gasp, you realized it was late. You needed to go. "I am so sorry, but I have to go."

His surprise made you land on the floor as you ran through the crowd, a good amount of them a bit outraged and peeved at this inconvenience. "Wait! Please!"

You didn't listen. You made it up the stairs, breathing heavily and then moved to run downstairs. Your shoe fell from you but you ignored it. It was 3 minutes to midnight. If you didn't race out of there, everyone would find out who you were, especially your stepmother. It would not be a pretty sight to see.

As you hurried and pushed past Lilia's cries for you to stop in your tracks, the footman opened the door instantly and when you dove in, the carriage was off. What once seemed like a smooth ride on the way to the castle only seemed like a bumpy, hectic ride back home.

Meanwhile, Lilia was at the top of the stairs, watching you go. "How will I find you?!"

Then, there was the answer: the shoe.

He stared down at it and back up at the sky. The stars seemed to dim without you serving as their foreground.

The prince moved inside to his office, where Kalim and Cater were. "We need to find this person, immediately!"

They looked at each other before Cater spoke up, "Sir, that is a shoe."

"It will guide me to them!"

Kalim tilted his head but believed it. "Okay. Well, we can hold a banquet next!"

Lilia's eyes went wide. "Yes. Yes! That is what we will do tomorrow night. I will find them as soon as possible and we will do what my father said so that he can stop spinning in his grave. I am positive he has burrowed his way halfway to the inner core of the planet."

With a plan in mind, he knew what he would have to do next. He wouldn't stop until he found a satisfying ending. And it helped that Kalim and Cater were most definitely encouraging his delusions of grandeur, even if they were not delusions to him. They would become a reality.

[seokizaten]

Ink and His Visage [Kamisato Ayato] —⋆｡°✩

Chapter 6 — [previous] [next]

Series Introduction: Inazuma shines eternal, does that include the ordinary villager’s years of push and pull with the Yashiro commissioner?

Author’s Note: Thanks for taking an interest with my work! This is my first ever post in this platform and I’d like to spread my special appreciation with the man mentioned. I also am going to apply my love to my readers (although, excuse the angst) Love yourself always, queens! Hope you enjoy!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Yoshida Y/N, I hope this letter finds you well, I am hereby personally delivering my gratitude for the hospitality I received. With all my respect, I would like you to have this in return.   Take care. Sincerely yours,  Kamisato Ayato

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Just a few words on a simple paper, however, it is one of her sentimentalities. This is the first ever letter she has received from the Kamisato Estate— and it came from him, he wrote it personally.

So this is what his handwriting looks like? 

Majestic, elegant, and so well written. It looks like even the handwriting is fancy in him.

With the widest smile in the whole Teyvat, she hugged the letter as she leaned back from her work chair, her feet on the table. Really, so modest. 

She didn’t know that helping a stranger earlier in the morning would lead to Kamisato Ayato’s first ever gifts tonight. She’s definitely sleeping well and tight tonight as well.

On her table is a bouquet of purple tsubaki, perfectly wrapped along with white fuji and ajisai in a light shade of purple. They’re probably picked from somewhere far away, knowing that these flowers she fancy cannot be easily found around Inazuma City.

Really, this is how Kamisato Ayato delivers his gratitude? 

It’s been hundreds of times she’s read the letter since she opened it, hundreds of times sniffing the flowers, hundreds of times she’s giggled by herself. She just received something from the man she’s pinning onto for more than a decade!

“Oh, Archons. Thank you for blowing the wind around me and Ayato.” Y/N whispers before standing up. She held the bouquet of flowers and began dancing by herself, humming with her soft voice. “I am now more than fulfilled. I am the luckiest woman in Teyvat.”

Because imagine, she’s the only one who ever received such a thing from the one and only Kamisato Ayato… not that she’s aware if he’s had some affair back then, but does that matter? Her years of shallow rejections, she finally got something in return and that’s the only thing that matters.

And of all the gifts he could send, why flowers? Is that because of his formalities or whatever? Is that how nobel express their hearts?

“La la la la!~” Y/N sings. Oh, she can’t wait to see the look on Rin’s face once she finds out about this. Hopeless love, you say? Maybe this is the beginning of something, who knows that? She’s about to find out.

Imagine, Kamisato Y/N. 

The wife of the great Kamisato Ayato, and an elder sister to Kamisato Ayaka. Well, she’s just two years older than her so she sees no matter to that terminology.

A child with Ayato’s hair but with her eyes, with him as the very powerful and influential father and husband of their household. She couldn’t think otherwise, that’s her only dream once she is to be betrothed. She sees herself with no one else.

Whilst doing her fantasy thing, she heard a man’s voice outside. “Yoshida Y/N?” The man called out and she immediately placed the flowers back on the table before opening the door. The man met her eyes and they both bowed, “Good morning, miss. Are you Yoshida Y/N?” Asked the man and Y/N nodded in an instant.

The man then handed an envelope with both of his hands while bowing, before taking his leave. Strange, who could be sending her a letter? Uhm, she just received a letter from the Yashiro commissioner but that’s besides the point.

OH! Maybe it’s her grandmother who’s currently at Liyue. She excitedly sat back down and started reading.

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My Dearest Y/N, How have you been? I have found quite a very comfortable stay here at Liyue, and you were right about this nation. I will be straightforward to you, my child. I see more opportunities here for both of us, artists, to have a much more comfortable life rather than what we have in Inazuma. However, I know the value of sentimentality to you that’s why I will never abandon our house there. Since you’re on your own mind, I would like to give you options; to either stay at Inazuma, or to continue your career better at Liyue. Whatever your answer is, it is alright with me. I will be taking the offer given to me here at Liyue. If you’ve decided to come with me, send a letter right away. Take care always.

With lots of love, Yoshida Fuji

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She smiled in an instant. Of course, her grandmother would know that Liyue would give them a comfortable life, even she was offered back then, both by Liyue's publishing house and Zhongli but she chose to stay at her home… for some man she’s aiming for.

Is it worth risking her career?

Hmm, maybe? Judging by how her heart is full tonight, she is indeed very fulfilled. So maybe, if things aren’t really well for her here at Inazuma, she’d choose Liyue for the best. But as of now, she sees herself only in Inazuma and nowhere else.

She is a free bird, after all. She can always walk towards her path whenever she want so it’s okay either way. 

Of course, she’d send a letter right away to Liyue to respond to her grandmother, even though she decides to stay.

Y/N is on her usual walk around Inazuma City to harvest some wild lavender melons for her to create some dessert for later in the afternoon, a small basket by her right arm and a short kimono to avoid getting tangled by the bushes.

“Y/N, hello there!” She heard a familiar voice as she was about to pick up a fruit. She looked up and saw Paimon and Lumine walking towards her. “Whatcha doing there? It’s good how we can always find you.”

“Oh, just harvesting some wild lavender melons. I also just came from the Higuchi tea shop to purchase some herbs.” Y/N responded and Lumine nodded.

“Are you still busy? Kamisato Ayako is looking for you.” Paimon said and Y/N’s eyes widened. “Just kidding! I gotchu, te-he! That’s a little bit of tongue twister there eh? You really have a thing for that elder brother huh.” Paimon jokes. “Kamisato Ayaka is looking for you.”

Still, her expressions didn’t change. “Still, why is someone from Kamisato Estate looking for me?” 

“We weren’t told that much, but she mentioned it being about your latest novel entitled Tanabata’s Hands.” Lumine said.

“Oh. But, why?”

It didn’t take long for them to arrive at the Kamisato Estate. Nervously, she held her basket tight with both of her hands in front. It is her second time at the Kamisato Estate, and it still feels new for her.

Upon entering the gates, they saw Ayaka seated by the outdoor tea room alongside Thoma. 

“AyaAAaka, ThoOoomaa!” Paimon energetically greeted, waving so much at the two as they walked towards them.

Ayaka then smiled, “Oh, hello. Please be seated.” She said and they all took their seats on the zabutons, except Paimon’s who’s currently floating. Ayaka and Thoma are seated next to one another, while in front of them is everyone else. “Thank you so much for coming, Yoshida Y/N. And thank you so much, traveler and Paimon for accompanying Yoshida Y/N here.”

Y/N greeted back, placing her basket by her side. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N. I am Kamisato Ayaka, and I am looking after the Estate. This year, I am the one in charge of handling an event for Inazuma and I’ve thought about approaching you.” Ayaka said. “I’ve taken so much interest in your novel, Y/N. And just right on time, I am handling a festival. The Tanabata.”

It is the festival she wrote her novel about! But, isn’t that a yearly celebrated festival at Inazuma? Why would the Kamisato Ayaka need her hands for this? She must know a lot about festivals of Inazuma already, considering the fact that their family is very well cultured.

“I know, you must be thinking that I am whole-heartedly knowledgeable about this… but there’s something interesting about what you penned.” She continued. “You see, it is a star festival where two stars are separated and only allowed to meet once a year. Yearly, I only witnessed the usual here at Inazuma. The same pattern of having a low atmosphere. I love the concept of applying the importance of its origin in real life, not only by sending our voices, but also by different forms of art.”

Everyone looked at each other but didn’t say a thing. Y/N however is focused on Ayaka’s words.

“And everything I’m looking for… Is written by you, Y/N.” She continues before bowing. “I, Kamisato Ayaka, would like to humbly request for your assistance in handling the very first festival I’m going to be in charge of. In return, I am willing to give you what you’d wish for.”

Paimon gasped on that. “Y-Y/N! That means you can meet Aya-” He was interrupted by Y/N’s enthusiastic voice.

“I accept! With or without anything in return, I am more than willing to assist you.” Y/N bowed in return. 

Ayaka looks at her, “Huh? But Y/N, this is a huge favour I am asking you for. There is no way I am not giving you something you’d ask for.” Ayaka insisted.

“It doesn’t matter, my lady. I have so much passion for both the festival and arts. Let’s make your first handled Tanabata remarkable, alright?” Y/N said with cheerfulness and Ayaka just looked at her with a straight face, yet full of awe.

“A-Ayaka is alright, Y/N. We have no need to be formal with each other.” She said and smiled. “So, shall we start then?”

Everyone then cheered, and began brainstorming for the upcoming festival. Y/N then offered her herbs for everyone’s tea and they all happily said yes. Whilst brewing, everyone started to throw ideas one by one.

“Oh, oh! I want floating paper origami!” Paimon suggested. 

“With lights inside?” Thoma added and Paimon agreed. Ayaka then began writing down their suggestions. 

“Uh-huh, and what else for decoration?” Ayaka asked and Y/N remembered something.

Xiao lanterns which Zhongli showed to her.

“I know that we already have lanterns as it’s the star festival, but my friend Zhongli from Liyue showed me how Xiao lanterns look during the evenings. They’re lit up lanterns that float up high until they resemble the stars. Believe me, that was the best thing I’ve ever seen.” Y/N excitedly said, making Lumine and Paimon’s eyes widen.

“You’re friends with Rex la-” Paimon was then nudged by Lumine. “Ahem, you’re friends with Zhongli too?”

“Uh-huh, it seems like he’s one of my dearest as well. Oh, what if I invite him over as well? We’ve made a deal that he’d tour me around Liyue, and I’d tour him around Inazuma in return.” She excitedly said. 

“Touring a dearest friend from overseas over a deal?” She immediately froze when she heard a familiar voice. “Festivals are for everyone, so that will be intriguing.”

Kamisato Ayato walks towards their table, holding a glass of milk. 

“Oh, hello, Ayato.” Ayaka greeted, along with Paimon and Lumine. 

“My lord.” Thoma smiled.

Ayato sat by the end of the table next to his sister and Y/N, being in the middle of everyone in the table. He looked at Y/N with his gentle face. “Good afternoon, lord Kamisato.” Y/N bowed to greet him, making everyone else in the table eye each other. Ayato didn’t respond back to her, creating an awkward pause to the meeting. 

So, the flowers are very well forgotten by this man? Or maybe it isn’t on the same level as to what she thought? Either way, she’s still staying with that idea.

“So uhm, Xiao lanterns. I’d take that down as well.” Ayaka awkwardly broke the silence. She knows the tension between her brother and her acquainted friend Y/N, so she is trying to ease it by making everything seem normal. “You can also invite your friend over if you’d like, Y/N. It’ll be interesting to share our culture with someone outside Inazuma.”

“A-Alright! I will be sending him a letter to ask if he is free by then.” Y/N said. 

Paimon is covering her mouth to stay quiet as possible with the situation. She is self aware that she will get nosy again with what’s going on around her.

“Ah, the tea is ready.” Y/N said and grabbed the kettle, immediately pouring it in the teapot. She then began pouring tea for everyone, receiving thanks right after. Looking at the Yashiro commissioner at last, she hesitated. “Lord Kamisato, would you also want some of the tea I brewed?” She politely asked.

The man looked at her and hummed politely in response. Y/N then began pouring some tea in his cup, and realized later when Ayato drank it-

“Ah! I poured tea in your milk, my lord. Please pardon me!” Y/N nervously said and everyone started to look worried.

Oh no, she just ruined her image in front of him right after receiving some closure after years! She can’t just throw everything away just like that.

“Oh, Paimon is scared!” Paimon nervously said, covering her face.

“A-Ayato, Y/N is just worried. I will get you a new cup for your tea.” Ayaka said but Ayato stopped her. “Huh?”

He doesn’t seem to be offended. Instead, he drank all of it in front of everyone, leaving them all in shock. 

He smiled before parting his lips. “Who knows that milk and tea would go well together?” He said and placed his cup down.

Wait, what?

“Huh? Milk and tea taste well? That sounds horrible.” Thoma wondered. 

Ayato seems to be really in fond of it. “Does it, really, my lord?” Y/N nervously asked, afraid that he could be potentially sarcastic but he hummed in response with a smile. “Ayaka, why don’t you list that down as well for the festival?”

“Uh-huh, then what do we call it for now?” Ayaka asked.

“Uhh,” Everyone thought for a moment.

“Uhh, maybe milktea… for now.” Y/N said and everyone just went with it.

And with that, a new drink was discovered on the grounds of Inazuma.

Standing straight with swords by their sides, there’s still about forty people in their camp for the sword training assembly so there’s a fair amount of lines.

Y/N, who's wearing her training clothes, stood straight as well while holding her purple katana by her side tightly. It’s been months since she joined the camp, hoping to get a hold of Ayato but she only saw him once and that was during the ceremony.

But does that matter? She smirked on her own thoughts. Of course, that doesn’t matter. She literally just received a bouquet of flowers and a letter from him last day! Additional to that is he actually liked the drink she accidentally made yesterday. So indeed, it compensated for everything so she’s still going to be consistent in case there’s some changes with the wind’s direction.

Although she improved a lot compared to her first day, she’s still behind everyone in the camp and she still has fear inside her chest in every duel.

But does that matter? Pfft. She snorted, bowing a little to avoid getting caught.

“Yoshida, did I permit you to move your head?” The trainer scolded her and she immediately stood up straight again. “And what’s so funny?”

Nobody dared to turn to look at her as they’re currently under policies, but she bets on the archons, they’re all thinking about that incident already. Another day for her name to be laughed at mentally by everyone.

The trainer luckily just let that slide and continued speaking in front like nothing happened. Well, that was close. She almost lost the opportunity for her to stay and have a pinch of chance to see Ayato.

But is that still a pinch? 

Pfft! She snorted once again, thinking about her bouquet of flowers at home.

The trainer was about to shout her name once again but he was interrupted. “Didn’t I say I want discipline on the campgrounds?” A familiar voice said and she immediately looked at the man in a shocked state. Ayato visited their camp!

Although, he’s glaring at her with his soft facial features. 

Oh…

She embarrassed herself in front of him again. Urgh, why does it have to happen all the time?

She was mentally occupied when she saw everyone moving aside, sitting by the side of their camp as per the instruction. She immediately followed and stood by a near distance.

Ayato walked towards the middle and drew his katana. He looked at his reflection, his left glove sliding on its sharpness. “I was informed about how well the camp has been, everyone improved a lot per se. Shall we give it a try? Let my hand let go of my sword, and you’ll be rewarded.”

With those words of his, everyone panicked. This man is a literal vision holder, and was also known as one of the men of Inazuma with great swordsmanship. There is no way anyone is going to win against him.

“Higuchi Haru.” He spoke. “I was told that you’re the most outstanding in here, would you like to begin?” 

Y/N worriedly looked at Haru who’s walking towards the middle, and prepared himself for what the Yashiro Commissioner could send to him during their friendly duel. But judging by how he presented himself, it doesn't feel friendly at all.

In a blink of an eye, everyone saw how Ayato moved with time. He held his blade tightly, his movement fast with each of his delivery.

Y/N eyes are wide. So she was right regarding that time he left her house, he can teleport due to his vision! Or maybe, it’s just due to his fast movement. Either way, he really is excellent when it comes to fighting. 

Haru grunts as he falls on the ground. “I-I surrender and swear to improve, my lord.” He said, catching his breath as he lay flat on the ground. That left everyone in an even more than panic. Kamisato Ayato just brought down their most outstanding member in less than thirty seconds. They could die by his blades!

Of course, the same thing happened for everyone that was called. Making everyone either drained, or wounded… or both. The majority of people in their camp had already been called and none of them had defeated him.

“Next.” Ayato said and nobody seemed to move an inch. It seems like nobody wants to volunteer, so his eyes wandered around, making everyone even more scared. “No one? Then I’d point one out.”

Y/N closed her eyes, holding her sword tightly. “Not me, not me, not me, not me…” She repeatedly whispered. “Please, oh archons, not me.” She said, while shaking her head.

The silence made everyone hear her, making everyone look at her. Of course, the Yashiro Commissioner heard that.

“Yoshida Y/N.” Ayato spoke and she immediately felt her hands getting frozen. He purposely did that, he definitely did! “Proceed.”

Y/N hesitantly, but slowly walked towards the middle.

Oh, Archons. Please, don’t let the man I fancy take my precious life.

She then bowed nervously, before drawing her blade. She is beyond afraid, she is beyond terrified. She just witnessed how he defeated Haru seconds ago, and she’s not even at Haru's 10% of ability. How can she face Ayato like this?

In a blink of an eye, she saw her opponent rushing towards her. She gasped in an instant, but her muscle memory kicked in. She immediately shielded herself with her katana, receiving the force from Ayato and his blade instead as their swords met each other. By the impact, she was pushed back a little, her shoes getting the heat of friction against the ground.

Ayato is indeed fast, he can move in a second.. or even less! He really is terrifying, let alone having a duel with him. But she caught his offense and immediately protected herself, making everyone gasp. 

For some reason, despite Ayato’s speed, time became slower when their blades meet. His face was like an inch away from her, his eyebrows knotted, his hair flying, and his eyes looking really mad. Ayato is near her…

And she could die here!

So she immediately threw an offense, which Ayato dodged. 

And again, and again…

And again.

He is indeed stronger, the force he sends her way is stronger than any push she has ever experienced, making her fall on the ground again and again. But the duel isn’t done unless she says she surrenders, so Ayato would continue as long as he wants. This man is really a worthy opponent, but she isn’t going to be embarrassed in front of him again. 

Seeing him from a distance, launching another attack on her, she exhaled loudly and held her blade tightly. She doesn’t want to harm him at all cost but she must think of a way to defeat him. Seeing him get nearer gets her all nervous, but she realized something.

The sword isn’t everything.

So when her eyes caught him getting nearby, she immediately dodged— but left her leg on the ground, making the man trip. Ayato in mid air was in shock of what happened. Whilst being off guard, Y/N’s blade hits his sword, making it fly away.

Before Ayato falls on the ground, he uses his ability to be on his feet again. Noticing that the sword is no longer in his hand, he looked at Y/N who’s standing in front of him with her sword tightly held, catching her breath. She has bruises on her forearms, her elbows, her knees.

While he was left unscathed.

“I-I am honoured to be the one to defeat you, my lord.” She said, panting. 

Ayato on the other hand doesn’t look tired, not even a little bit. He just stared at her in shock. This is the first time he had a reality-simulated duel with someone, who actually defeated him. No one has ever defeated him in training camps. Ever.

With all his elegance, he bowed low to Y/N. “Yoshida Y/N, I accept defeat.” He responded.

Y/N wonders, did she cheat on the art of sword training? Or she just had her own ways? Judging by how the commissioner reacted, nothing seems to be wrong. He looks rather impressed too.

After bowing, Ayato smirked on her before turning his back on her to walk away. “Give everyone medicinal support for this.” He told the trainer, who nodded in response. Ayato then drew his right arm out while walking to withdraw his sword before fading out of sight. Everyone then started cheering on her, even the wounded ones began jumping in excitement.

But her mind is clouded by her thoughts… Just what was that smirk all about? Did he just go easy on her or did she really earn that? She is beyond confused. But basing on their relationship, he still looks like he despises her so maybe she really earned that. 

And that is her first ever duel with someone with both vision and skills… she just dueled the man she fancy, and she won. The woman you are, Yoshida Y/N.

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This is a fanfiction based on Genshin Impact’s Kamisato Ayato, all made with my imagination. Please do not copy, translate, or repost to another platform without my permission!! —⋆｡°✩ Thank you so much!!

[tfp-is-my-lifeblood-lol]

How would the bots and cons handwriting be like? (Sorry for my bad English lol)

Ahhh! I love this idea! Had WAY too much fun with this.

Bots and Cons Handwriting

Optimus:

-Can write insanely neatly, and in literally ANY font

-Everything he writes looks like it came straight from Google Docs

-He can perfectly recreate Comic Sans, much to the children's amusement

-Handwriting KING

-He's too powerful

Arcee:

-Her handwriting is gorgeous

-She writes very neatly, definitely in cursive

-Everything she writes looks like a diary from the Victorian era

-Majestic✨✨✨✨

Ratchet:

-Cursive, but MESSY cursive

-Like, REALLY messy cursive. What is he even writing? Who knows? It's a mystery.

-You know, cuz, like, that's how a pharmacist's prescriptions look, and he's a medic. Lol

-Ratchet has messy pharmacist handwriting

Bumblebee:

-His handwriting is so cute😭

-Basically Comic Sans

-Not PERFECT Comic Sans like Optimus, but just bubbly and adorable

-Having legible handwriting is something he practices a lot, since his voice box is broken. Writing is a nice way to express himself if need be.

-He has kindergarten teacher handwriting

-My dyslexia would be so happy

Smokescreen:

-Neat enough handwriting, but HE WRITES SO BIG

-All caps, all the time

-He goes through too many notebooks, because he saves NO space

-Poor guy. He just has a big personality

Bulkhead:

-Unreadable

-His hands are just way too big

-Very messy. Only Wheeljack can read it because he and Bulkhead share the same braincells

-Bulkhead and Ratchet get in arguments, because Ratchet's reads Bulk's handwriting, and is like: "Bulkhead, your attempts at penmanship are downright INCOMPREHENSIBLE."

And Bulkhead's like: "You say that like any of us can read yours!"

And Arcee's like: "I second that."

And Bumblebee buzzes in agreement.

Ratchet just rolls his eyes, like "ugh." Because he can't argue. HIS handwriting is gibberish, too.

Ultra Magnus:

-Opposite of Smokescreen...Ultra Magnus's handwriting is TINY!

-Seriously, where is it? You need a microscope.

-Only the humans can read it, because it's so small. And even THEY have to squint

-It's also PERFECT. His handwriting is very neat

and blocky, like a typewriter

-If only we could actually see it

Wheeljack:

-He's like, a graphic design CHAMPION

-He learned handwriting from Miko, so he loves big bubble letters. He decorates them with cool patterns, like flames, and lightning bolts

-Very stylish

Megatron:

-What I can only describe as "spooky cursive"

-Very formal, and kinda gothic

-He'd use some kind of calligraphy pen with very dark, splattery ink, or, like, whatever the Cybertronian version of a quill is.

-He's an elegant guy...well, sort of, except most of what he writes consists of:

"My dearest Starscream,

It is with great regret (note my sarcasm, Starscream.) It is with great PLEASURE that I must inform you...

I have caught you invading my stash of dark energon, once again.

I will be grinding you into scrap metal momentarily.

Yours truly,

Lord Megatron."

Starscream:

-Starscream has the ABILITY to write neatly, and in cursive

-But he writes very scribbly, because he's angry

-If "ranting" was a font, it's the font he writes in

-Also, he probably keeps a rage journal, where he trash talks everyone he knows

-Somebody help him🥲

Soundwave:

-Handwriting? What's that?

-He probably uses his internal computer to make documents, and prints them

-And when he prints things, they probably slide out of his neck. Terrifying. So he prints things to freak Starscream out

-It's beautiful

-If Soundwave was FORCED to handwrite, he'd do it in computer code, or morse code, or something weird like that. Everyone would be baffled trying to understand it.

Airachnid:

-Very splattery

-But that's what happens when you use energon and human blood as ink.

Shockwave:

-Writes in calculator font

-Like, the font a calculator has

-He says it's "the most logical font"

-Starscream constantly judges him for it

Breakdown:

-Definitely not neat, but not Bulkhead levels of messy, either

-He doesn't have the best handwriting, but he can make some pretty good doodles

-If, for some reason, Megatron assigned Breakdown and Knockout a task involving handwriting, Breakdown and Knockout would both doodle instead of being productive

Knockout:

-Ooo! So majestic!

-It's very bold

-His handwriting is suave and announcer-y, just like him

-It'd also be curved slightly to the right, like italics

-Almost like something you'd see in a commercial, or a movie trailer, or a billboard

-Like a NASCAR advertisement (y'know, because race car)

[wafflefries13]

A theory about Grim (that no one should take seriously)

Grim is Raverne.

Okay, listen, I love the “Crowley is Raverne” theory as much as the next person. I also love the “Crowley is an Overblot” theory. So, while wildly speculating on what the next book will be about, I started grasping at straws to come up with this. There’s barely any evidence, but I think that’s part of the fun with fan theories.

Basically, what do we know about both Grin and Raverne? First, Grim says the first thing he remembers is just waking up in the woods all alone with no memories. He’s a dire beast, as far as anyone can tell, but he can talk and use magic, which is noted as unusual. Raverne mysteriously disappeared. Sure, it was in the middle of a war and everything, but it seems weird to me that they specify “disappeared” and not “died” or “killed.” The fact that he’s specifically missing sets up a reveal of either what happened to him or for him to show up. It’s classic foreshadowing. And the writing for Twist seems too tight and well planned out to leave this thread dangling.

Okay, so, what happened? Well, I have two different ideas. 1. Raverne Overblotted and functionally split into two people, Grim and Crowley. This kind of goes back to that “Crowley is an Overblot” theory. For this, Crowley is an Overblot phantom, that big ink pot thing that floats behind the Overblot characters during fights. So then Grim would be the actual Raverne part, his soul or essence or something. So why doesn’t Crowley look like a normal phantom? Maybe it has something to do with Raverne’s magic. We know he was a scholar, so maybe he was experimenting with Blot which lead to the whole split and his changed appearance. This could also explain why if Crowley is Raverne why Lilia doesn’t recognize him.

2. Grim is Raverne but cursed. This one is even more speculation, tied only to the fact that both Levan disappeared with no explanation and that Grim appeared with no explanation.

I also think it’s pretty convenient that Grim just so happened to show up at NRC at the exact same time as Yuu, even being in the same coffin, without Yuu having any idea how they came there. Game wise, this is obviously just a way to introduce the mascot, give a narrative in, and lead into tutorials, but still.

Also, and this is just kind of a bonus theory about the next book, did we ever find out what happened to Meleanor’s staff? The huge magestone, the Majestic Ember, she has seemed to be a main point for Hendrick attacking, but as far as I can remember we don’t hear about what happens to it after the final battle.

Now, of course, by essence of Raverne’s name he has bird imagery, and ravens and crows are pretty close, linking him and Crowley, and there’s not really a lot of cat imagery there. But like I said, this is all wild speculation with very little evidence. I mostly just like coming up with theories or trying to predict where the story will go.

So, in the end, what do you all think actually happens to Raverne? Where do you think Grim came from? What happened to the Majestic Ember? And what is book 8 going to be about?

[paintedkinzy-88]

Totally random but I thought I'd share this! I've actually made my own AU with the Apple Twins being dragons! Hilariously it's a silly little crossover with Minecraft, where everyone is a different mob!

Anyway Nightmare is obviously an ender dragon but I kind of ran away with things and made up an entirely new Overworld dragon for Dream! (Also for the sake of more dragons there's a Nether variant as well.)

And even better: Ink is something infected by sculk turning INTO a dragon! (Slowly.)

Also Error and his brothers are withers (slightly different from the norm) because Yes.

I just thought you'd like to see my not quite but also yes dragon balance AU!

(You don't have to answer if you don't want to, just thought it'd be fun to share!)

Hi yes I love minecraft again rn, watching a bunch more videos in the background while drawing and the such, so you caught me at such a good time bro, my interest is PEAKED.

The idea of all the realms having a dragon boss is absolutely killer I am shaking you so much right now.

Dream looks absolutely majestic, and the idea of Ink turning into a skulk based dragon I am in LOVE. Those wings are to DIE FOR. A skulk based dragon just in general is cool af ngfl. And the way I immediately knew Nightmare was the Ender dragon of this scenario LMFAO. Are the boys Endermen??? Or at least one of them?? Though I could also see them as zombies too.

(Coming back after finishing this to hit my dumbass for forgetting there’s LITERALLY skeletons IN minecraft. And wither skellies too fhwifbjw)

Error makes a perfect wither btw. And when you say all of them are withers, do. Do you mean separate entities. Three different withers. Or are they each a head of one wither. Cuz I am DYING at the idea of Error, Geno, and Fresh being a three headed being constantly arguing with each other SOBBING.

Also hydra opportunity, just saying—

ANYWAY yes I love this thank you very much. This is a very fun AU and I’m giggling to myself imagining the possibilities.

[featherwingfox]

Yay! It's the guy with a bunch of power and has no idea what to do with it! 🎉🥪🎊

Our powerful friend here is one of the goofiest characters in the OG series as well as stupidly strong! I tried to give him an outfit that looked as epic as his position in the world but a pose and expression that captures his personality. I have a very interesting arc for him, oh, it's one of my favorites for sure! Can't wait to get to that part!

His drawing was one of the best ones I've made in this sketchbook and of course it had to be one of my favorites, I love this color palette! The purple as the main focus and working with complimentary colors, they support each other really well. I love color theory if you couldn't tell, so if anyone has questions regarding that subject on art I would love to ramble about it! 😁 Anyway, I knew what colors I'd use, his Minecraft skin being the main reference, but I did use some freedom of design! I did not want him to look too complicated but also not too simple. Of course with colored pencils my creativity was limited, there are things I want him to have that you won't be able to see until the digital art, but this will suffice for now. I'm not going to give you spoilers on what you're missing out! I want it to be a grand reveal now!

I had a bit of trouble with his shirt. I couldn't figure out how I wanted the opening to look like so I found a good reference by reading a comic on Tapas, I believe it was Wicked No More, I recommend it as it is very sweet. Moving on from my side tracks, I am pretty good with drawing ruffles, that part was easy and helpful as I thought his shirt was a little plain. It decorated his shirt well, and now the sleeves! Those were looking plain too, so I experimented with space patterns and decided constellation like patterns were good. It was worrying to color around as I wanted them to be white but I managed without a mishap. I decorated the side of his pants with stars as well as his black boots having a giant one. The little... What are they? There are little rhombus things that tie the front of his majestic cape, they might be buttons??? This is bothering me! What are they?! I think you can clip them on the other side of the cape to keep it wrapped around his shoulders, but I'm unsure. Whatever, he can just lift it up if he wants to take it off! His head can fit through the opening! He has big fluffy hair but don't worry, it'll just, fwoosh, slip on through too. He has it tied in the back, if you can see it, but when he undoes it his hair will puff out, like an afro almost. Big fluffy hair seemed like a common interpretation the fans had so I kept it. While adding my own interpretation of it being tied down in a ponytail... Do I like giving strong beings long ponytails? Well of course! They look cool in it and Galaxy here does too! Speaking of cool, I loved coloring his hair and cape, probably my favorite parts of this drawing. I smudged spots of gel pen ink to make the blurred colors, I'm so proud of it! It looks awesome! Adding some dark blue and a bit of the pink I smudged the ink here and there, adding some more space like color. Guess what? His hands weren't a problem! Of course I always have to redraw hands to look right but I consider it troublesome when it takes more than ten times, or if I feel frustrated. So these were pretty good and they look great. His pose was made to look like he's being scolded by Sabre. I really like drawing his nervous expression. He may have impressive powers but he doesn't want to get on his friend's bad side! I loved the interactions everyone had with him, he's funny. AUGH! BUT I DID MESS UP HIS EYES!!! 😭I wanted them to be brighter! But the yellow in colored pencils, crayons and other traditional art materials always get tainted so easily! The eyes were okay in the final results, I've colored better, but I messed it up and accidentally made them darker because I wanted to use my gold gel pen, but I forgot to test it on my test color page and now they're darker than intended. Which isn't the worst, but I wanted them to be brighter... It's not that bad of a mistake at least, UNLIKE SOMEBODY! Glares at Nightmare

Back then however, I never really colored my art so I did not have an idea of how to color in his skin until I looked at other fan art. I'd probably just draw him with a dark purple color, which did look nice, but I also liked the fan interpretations. So I blended the two colors brown and purple, not sure if you can tell, but I think I did alright. I enjoyed drawing this character a lot, he was fun to design! I will say, when it comes to beings as powerful as Galaxy, I think they'd be taller. Some are taller but still short enough to be about face to face, using Sabre as an example, while others might look over him. Like a certain somebody I won't mention yet, I haven't even finished his scribbly sketch.

But someone I did finish and can't wait to show you tomorrow is on the way! You'll love this next character and his angelic design! 🪽

Story: Steve Saga (Fan Rewrite)

Character: Galaxy Steve

Abilities: can fly, teleport, use lightning, create things... (It's difficult to explain everything he can do because he's very powerful and can do a lot of stuff, mostly related to the galaxy, time and space, and it's existence... I'm ending it here, thank you for reading! He's complicated.)

Personality: goofy, cheerful, hungry, friendly, clueless at times, troublesome, powerful to the point it's frightening, sometimes gullible, a loyal friend, easy to make him cry, simple-minded, and does things that make you wonder if his head is empty! But we love him all the same. 🥰

[shy-nightmare]

🎄MERRY CHRISTMAS!🎄

Merry Christmas to you all and have a frightful, spooky Creepmas to all my fellow Goths and horror fans out there! 🎄🖤🎄

The Twisted Toon Gang would also love to wish you all a Merry Creepmas and a Happy New Year! ✨🖤✨

Please ignore the blood on the present Echo got for you 🤣

I would also like to take a moment to thank each and every one of you for all you have done for me 🥰.

@weaselnerd My fellow weasel nerd, you are a gem. I will never forget the first time we talked that night right after I posted that Baked Meme drawing, and I will never forget the times we shared, talking and having fun sharing each other's topics of interest. Thank you so much for everything you've done; talking to me, enjoying my story, and for being one of my new friends. And thank you so much for drawing the twins and letting me draw Pepper and June! 🥰 It was so much fun! And I cannot get over how adorable your art style is! Seriously, you'll make a fortune in making and selling plushies! 💲

@lastofautumn You are like the autumn season 🍂; gentle as the wistful breeze, soft as a baby pumpkin, and you have a heart as colorful as the fiery leaves and a soul as warm as the precious remnants of sunlight before winter descends. You truly made my day that morning when I woke up to find you following me, and you continue to make my days enjoying my chapters, my art, and my moon photos. Thank you for being your wonderful, kind self and thank you so much for drawing the twins too! I also love the outfits you gave them; they're KILLING it! 🤩😍🤩

One more thing. Before you ask, YES, feel free to draw Adam and Echo if you'd like! Just please resist the urge to squish Echo's face off 🤣

@marinerainbow If Autumn is like the autumn season, then you are like a rainbow 🌈; your mind is an opalescent beam of bright hues and shades of color, your kindness is as dazzling as the stars kissing the night sky I spend many praising the moon, and you are an absolute joy and just like everyone I've met, you fill my bruised, longing heart with so much happiness and delight🎇! You were one of the first people I've met online when I accidentally thought Kingston was your OC when he's actually Slash's. I'm still very sorry for that 😅 Anyway, thank you for everything you've done too; you thought my Zombie Roo thoughts were cool, you loved the colorful tarantula photos Twyla and I sent you, and you granted me permission to tag you in my story. You really don't have to make me anything for Christmas, I'm just happy you think my ideas are fun! And thank you so much for letting me draw Shiny and write about Poppy! They are one of my favorite couples of all time! 😍😍😍

I've looked up to you, Slash, and Kit for almost a year now, and you guys inspired me to come out of my shell and expand my growth on Tumblr, so I would also like to take a moment to thank you three for taking the time to chat with me and enjoy my silly rambles! 🤣

@slashingdisneypasta A.K.A. @wicked1will0sparkles You are like Moissanite; your kindness and creativity sparkle brighter than all the diamonds in the world and if you were a gemstone, I would describe you as Moissanite 💎 I still read your stories too, even the weasel and slasher smut 🥵! And thank you for enjoying my Baked Bean Meme drawing, that still cracks me up 😂 Like Rainbows, you've shown me nothing but kindness when I decided to join the WFRR/Toon Patrol community, and I will never forget how generous and honest you were when I asked you if you'd be interested in reading my chapters. It's cool if you haven't had the time yet! I get that you too are very busy, and I hope you rejoice in your accomplishments! I believe in you! 👍

@just-kit-ink You are like all the majestic cats in the world; beautiful, ferocious, and truly unique! 🐱🐯🐱 I admire your humility and kindness towards Toons; this world needs to learn humility and kindness, especially from people like you! You also possess your own element of wisdom and knowledge regarding Toons, their cartoons, and how their struggles greatly relate to humanity's and how people need to understand that no matter what species they are or what they seem to represent, Toons deserve love and respect ❤

Thank you so much for sharing your kind thoughts with me the first time we met, and the twins and I hope you and Kitty enjoy the holidays! 🥰

@imaginarytoon1 and @its-metal-mistress I owe you two all the credit for being the sole inspiration of my story, "The Toonz Twins: Toontown Sleuths". I've read a lot of your stories even before I joined Tumblr, and you both share the same love and respect for Toons as we all do! 😊 While I was writing my chapters, I would look back and think of how many times I read your stories and note my favorite parts, and smile as I feel the same immense joy I felt the first time I read them. Thanks to you two, the twins and their story were born. I owe the birth of my story to you both, and I wish you all the luck and success you find in your lives! 😁

@trashogram You truly are wise beyond your years 📚. You speak nothing but the truth about things in life even I haven't thought of, and I'd always say "Damn, how could I have missed that?", and you too have opened my eyes about the weasels' characteristics. You are special, wonderful, and talented in your own unique ways, and you have a lot of kindness and humanity in your heart that is never tarnished, no matter what you have faced in the past ❤. You are also brave and strong, and you show the determination we need to fight back 💪

Thank you so much for being so kind to me too, and thank you for your thoughts on my story as well! 🥰

@basiabd I know we don't talk much, but I have a lot to thank you for too! You've done so much for me than you think when you too liked my Baked Bean Meme drawing, and I really hope it made you laugh! 🤣 You are also very creative and very kind; I love Kipper and Picket as much as I love Pepper, and to be honest, I wanna take them all home with me. *yoinks them and hides them in my jacket* THEY'RE MINE NOW, BYEEEEEEEEE!!! 🏃‍♀️

And thank you again for tagging me about the news two days ago. I really appreciate it! 👍

@los-angeles-toon-patrol You boys know why I'm tagging you again, so deal with it 💅. And yes, I am going to thank you all again, no ifs ands or buts. Thank you guys so, so much for liking my content! Like for real, I didn't think that ANYONE, not even the OG Toon Patrol blog would not only like my art, but also follow me the day after I got 100 likes! 🥰 I know you said you're not the sentimental types, but it really means so much to me you guys think I'm cool enough to follow!😁

Also, Greasy, may I ask why you're disguising yourself as an ornament right above Twyla? 🤨

Thank you all so unbelievably much for all you have done these last four months for me. When I first joined Tumblr, I thought all I was going to do was post amateur moon photography and read some of my favorite stories now that I have access to reading them. But as time went on, I stumbled across the WFRR/Toon Patrol community and read your stories as well, I started to remember how I too would enjoy the movie and draw the weasels. And I continued to do so while writing my own stories and chapters for the rest of the year until this August of 2024, I decided to come out of my comfort shell and start posting my art and stories.

I did not think anyone would like my posts or even notice I exist, but you all have proved me wrong. You have all given me so much; friendship, guidance, solace, and above all hope. You give me so much hope to keep going, to keep sharing my art and stories, and hope that there are other people who love my work and accept me for who I am. This year has been tough for all of us, and I may not be a seer, but I do see life and beauty in each and every one of you and I hope you all see that.

I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! 🎄

Love,

Shy-Nightmare 🌙

P.S. I'm going to post Chapter Eight at 11:00 A.M. on New Year's Day and I'm gonna open my ask button on that day ❤💚❤

[hermidetta]

" hiya, bernadetta! i brought you something! "

there are certain standards one must adhere to when choosing a gift for a friend, and among those things it is typically improper to source a gift from a looted store or from a dead guy. fogado knows these rules of etiquette, not to worry, dear reader.

this did, however, mean that it was very difficult to actually find a good gift to give bernadetta, the girl who he would like to know better yet isn't quite sure how to without spooking her. talking is his main mode of friendship---what does one do, then, when it is the direct opposite of another's? gifts are what he's got next, but again, the town brought slim pickings.

the idea had dawned on him upon returning to the bunker. it's... good enough, considering their situation. fogado approaches bernadetta with the item hidden behind his back. " it's nothing much, but i thought i'd whip something up for you. just 'cuz! "

his hands come out from behind his back to reveal a nicely sized rock with big ole eyes painted on it. " this is rockinald. he likes the color purple, quiet corners, and privacy. so he's, like, the perfect guy to just kind of chill with! " fogado winks and shows off rockinald's features---a flowing mane of white rocky hair (a result of the dust produced from scraping a rock against the ground), thick rocky eyelashes (using only the finest ink) and a quartz-y crystalline interior (accidentally shown off when fogado hit him too hard against the ground, but now it's part of the package).

" the best thing is that rockinald practices bein' a projectile in his free time. if anyone is bothering you, then yeet rockinald at 'em and he'll give them a stern talking-to! "

bernadetta would have counted herself lucky if she had been able to make even one friend at the officers academy. there are still people who talk, people who leer, because students in their formative years have an insatiable appetite for rumors and gossip. the sole daughter of house varley does not have a kind reputation.

that meant far less to those overseas, however. fogado is charismatic, that much is clear. just look at him—stars in his eyes, a dazzling grin and a silver tongue behind it. she is still almost suspicious just by the principle of it. what could the center of a room want to do with the very corner of it?

"oh— hi, fogado."  she answers, voice shrinking by the end of it. her eyes naturally avert—gray clouds that rightfully steer clear of stars—and they stay averted until fogado brings out the most unexpected item.

it's a rock.

rockinald?

bernadetta gives it a slow but no less bewildered blink. her palms accept it, or rather 'him', majestic white mane and all.

"uh... thanks?"  she doesn't mean for it to come out like a question. it just does. "h-hey, he sounds just like bernie."

maybe it isn't something she can cuddle to sleep (she could, she supposed, though it'd hardly be comfortable) but it also doesn't seem like fogado is making fun of her at all.

not to mention he is right on the money with rockinald making for a handy weapon. bernadetta needs those now more than ever, doesn't she? her thumbs grazed the cracked part of the rock, imperfect but no less endearing in its own way. maybe someday she could be like that, too.

"sorry,"  she mumbles again, head lightly ducked. those colorless eyes occasionally flick up at fogado through violet lashes.  "i don't have anything to give you. is it still really okay for me to have this?"

[bloomblanche]

Cirralings

(Splatoon fan species)

Aka: I overanalyzed Raian's design and ended up making a whole species of cirrate octopuses (otherwise known as dumbo octopuses) over it.

(The cover is an edited version of the official White Day 2020 illustration, if anyone's wondering.)

(Also, I'm going to use a lot of synonyms for "cirrate octopus", so here's a little list of what they all mean)

Cirrate octopus: octopus in the suborder "Cirrina" or "Cirrata"

Dumbo octopus: finned octopus (note: every cirrate octopus has fins, so they all classify as dumbos)

Flapjack octopus and Umbrella octopus: octopus from the family "Opisthoteuthidae"

Now, without further ado...

Introduction

I love dumbo octopuses. Who doesn't? With their little ear-fins flapping around as they float majestically through the deep sea, it's hard not to like them. And their rarity only makes them more mysterious and interesting. If they ever were to add a dumbo octopus character in Splatoon, the whole fandom would go crazy for sure. It's a wonder how absent they are from the franchise.

...or are they?

(cue vsauce music)

If you're in the splatband fandom, you probably know who this is. This is Raian (or Orion in the English localization) from the band Chirpy Chips! This creature has been mercilessly occupying my brain for, uh... almost a year now. Help.

But here's the most interesting part about them: they're a flapjack octopus! That's right, they're canon! And they've been right here since Splatoon 1. But... there's one small problem. They don't look like an Octarian at all. This is possibly explained by the fact that cirrate octopuses don't have ink sacs, and Octolings (like Inklings) are primarily composed of ink. That's where my fan species comes in!

They're mostly a product of me over-analyzing Raian's design and adapting it to my style. But then, I started attaching a lot of lore to them, and... boom. Now I've made an entire species over an obscure Splatoon character from an arguably less obscure in-game band. The brainrot made me do it, and I don't regret it in the slightest.

Here's a remastered collection of everything I've posted about them on other platforms!

Design breakdown

(I wanted to provide a closeup of every single element over the course of the post, but I can't because of Tumblr's picture limit. Don't hesitate to go back to the design sheet above if you need to.)

The eyes

When I first saw Raian, I thought they had pitch-black eyes. Turns out they're probably just closed, but I really liked the idea. Since cirrate octopuses live in the deep sea, they'll probably need to see as much light as possible. The Octarians also have this alien theme going on, as with octopuses in general. And with deep-sea creatures often being described as real-life aliens, I figured that I would take this aspect and go all out with it. I'm aiming for a "cute yet vaguely eerie" vibe, and I think the eyes fit very well with that!

However, I do think they would have coloured eyes. Or even irises! Take the Stauroteuthis genus (picture on the right), for example.

The fins

What's a dumbo octopus without its fins? They're always flapping about, so I loved the idea of having them move based on how they're feeling. Despite not giving them any eyebrows, I would still keep the "eyebrow muscles" for the sake of more dynamic facial expressions (like the ones in the introduction picture).

Their bangs are made out of webbing. As for the "antennas" on some haircuts, they're a modified pair of cirri! With the importance of fins, I figured that Cirralings would enjoy having "ear surrogates" for when their ears are hidden.

(or just because they feel like it)

(or not, it's their choice)

also it's cute

To those who don't know: a cirrus is a small hair-like strand that moves a bit like a mini-tentacle. The suborder "Cirrina" is named after those strands, which they most likely use for feeding.

If we go back to Raian's design, there's a problem: despite being a cirrate octopus, they don't have any visible suckers nor cirri. Will we ever know your secrets, mysterious chiptune flapjack???

...so, I came up with something. If we go back to the reference picture under "Design breakdown," the suckers are on the same side as Inklings and they're covered by their cirri. It's a little unusual, but again, it fits with the vibe I'm trying to create.

The swim form

Since many cirrate octopuses live at the bottom of the ocean, I figured that I should keep them adapted enough to sit on the sea floor like they usually do. Those who live in the open ocean probably look more like a traditional octo form.

One thing's for sure: Opisthoteuthidae certainly don't need much stylization with how cartoony they already look.

The hands

Cirrate octopus have a lot more webbing between their tentacles than incirrate ones. Here's a cool way to translate this: webbed fingers and toes!

I'm sorry for telling you to scroll back again, but I'm very proud of how I drew that hand. Look at it. I'm not forcing you, like- you don't have to do it if you don't want to, but. Look.

The teeth

These are just Octoling teeth but flipped and a little different. I also decided to "fuse" the teeth together to better distinguish them from the Octarians.

My main goal with this species is to show how differently they would evolve compared to their surface-dwelling cousins, all while staying similar to each other. I haven't studied biology since secondary 4 (aka 10th year of American high school), though, so please take this with a miniscule grain of salt.

The mask and neck, as well as any other design choice that I haven't explained, are just some elements of Raian's design that kinda just... exist. That doesn't mean they're useless, though. If anything, it makes them look more "cirrate-like."

On a side note, I thought it would be cool to base them around what they're most famous for: their appearances! Given their reputation as "the octopus suborder that makes scientists so happy that one of its species almost got called 'Opisthoteuthis Adorabilis'", I think they have something to be proud of.

Unorganized tidbits of lore

I wanted to illustrate all of these individually, but I'm pretty busy with university. Also, I'm kinda slow at drawing. In the end, I got too impatient and decided to reveal my most developed ideas right then and there.

Cirratians, like most deep sea species, evolved through many miracles. First, the miracle of coming in contact with the crystals. Second, the miracle of evolving on dry land via caves. Third, the miracle of surviving in the harsh, barren underground.

Because of this, they evolved to be drastically different from their surface-dwelling counterparts. Since they don't have ink sacs, their bodies are mainly composed of water. However, they can still be splatted by getting submerged in dense enough liquids such as brine.

Not every cirrate octopus is a Cirraling, as evidenced by the existence of cirrate Octolings. As the name suggests, the latter are Octolings with cirrate ancestry. They almost always inherit the ink bodies of Octarians, but some are born without ink sacs. There are two types of cirrate Octolings: those whose ancestry dates back to the dawn of evolution (often through interbreeding and assimilation) and those whose ancestry is a result of modern Cirro-Octarian contact. Scientists are still researching this odd, prolonged "contact gap".

Similarly to Octarians, they have their own variants born from severed tentacles. Though, due to their different needs, these ones are non-sapient and take the role of cattle and companions. In ancient times, long tentacles were considered a sign of wealth.

They have a traditional dance characterized by slow movements and light, flowing fabric. Skilled dancers will try to make their costumes flow as much as possible without moving too fast. If they did, it would be considered a waste of energy.

Like many deep sea cultures, one of the most important gods they worship is based on ancient whale falls (illustration by @thap34nut ). This large, skeletal god is a symbol of plenty. It is credited as the origin of marine snow and an essential provider of food to their ancestors. In the afterlife, it will grant eternal satiety to those who died of starvation. Meanwhile, it will punish the greedy with eternal hunger. To honour that god, they have a similar holiday to Squidmas colloquially called "the Deepest Gratitudes." The many bone decorations (which are usually painted rock sculptures) are often the source of culture shock to many uninformed outsiders.

Despite their internal shells, Cirralings are very squishy. This allows them to better withstand their highly pressurized environment. However, this also makes them vulnerable: they are notably more prone to bruising than most inkfish. So, they prioritize diplomacy over conflict.

Their natural charisma is known all over the deep sea, and many young Cirralings move to bigger cities in hopes of breaking through the idol industry. They are often stereotyped as charming and polite at best, or two-faced manipulators at worse.

Despite their reputation, they have a certain "shyness" to them. Indeed, most Cirratian cities and settlements are rather isolated. Their conflict-avoidant culture is most likely a result of the competitive, individualistic atmosphere of early deep sea civilization. Since then, however, the "spirit" of humanity and the survivalism of deep sea life managed to blend together more smoothly. Despite their cold and aloof appearance, these modern civilizations are now characterized by a certain sense of unity.

Cirratian society is noted to have a pretty unique atmosphere, even compared to their surrounding cultures. Despite shrouding themselves in mystery, they are warm and welcoming. Despite living simple lives, their social rules are very strict.

Cirralings are significantly less concerned with imitating humans. Their skin tones are rarely human-like, and while dull, they vary a lot in terms of colours. Their fins and tentacles also play a very important role in expressing emotions, sometimes even more than facial expressions. They have gained minor colour-changing abilities from the crystals, though many of them describe the process as "time-consuming and not very instinctive." They specialize more in bioluminescence.

Their eyes vary much less than other humanoids: they are large and dark to absorb as much light as possible. Some may have smaller or lighter irises, but this is rather uncommon. Cirratians come in all shapes and sizes, but their eyes are their most recognizable aspect.

The Cirratians and the Octarians have an odd relationship. They want to understand each other better, as there's potential for solidarity and brotherhood. However, it's hindered by their inherently different values.

Sometimes, Cirralings sneak to the surface in search of resources. They rarely interact with surface dwellers, as both parties would fear each other in the past. In fact, the "glowing-eyed mimic" or "void-eyed mimic" cryptid originated from various Cirraling sightings.

They often come to the surface through bodies of water. For a variety of reasons, some may even wash up on shore. Those who choose to stay will almost always hide their identity, though they have been revealing themselves more and more as the years went by. The events of Octo Expansion lead to a wave of deep sea creatures who immigrated to the surface in search of new opportunities. By then, almost every Cirraling had stopped hiding their identity.

Thank you for your interest❣️

Here's my favourite flapjack pic, for the soul.

[vonteasevintage]

Eyes Sharp Like a Hawk: How I Get the Perfect Wings Using 'The Marilyn Method'

I see you.

Yes, you!

Getting ready to throw that eyeliner across the room as you notice one wing is more of a cousin than a twin to the other.

I also hear you. I hear your frustration.

Creating the perfect winged eye can seem like you are a scientist who has found the greatest discovery. Technically, you are in this case. It's all about the components that make up that prized formula that works for you.

A few years ago I had that moment of discovery hit, and I felt like it would be Nobel Prize worthy. But, it's not THAT kind of discovery. Hopefully this method I'm about to share with you works just as well and provides that Olympic gold medal win for your eyes!

What you'll need (primer/skincare/bob's your uncle, etc not included):

Black liquid liner (Make sure it is fine point! I'm personally a fan of waterproof, because....eyes and allergies love to play games when my eyeliner is on point. For this I would recommend NYX Epic Ink Waterproof Eyeliner or Revolution Renaissance Waterproof Eyeliner. These two I always carry in my arsenal).

Brown pencil liner (Make sure that point is as sharp as your mind!)

White pencil liner (Also, sharp!)

Now we have the tools of the trade, let's dig in!

If you read my previous blog entry on Marilyn's beauty secrets she used to create her iconic look, you will be familiar a bit with the technique being used here.

After you do all of your skincare, priming, and eye shadow, you will be heading into the unchartered waters of the winged eyeliner. You may hear the vulture's call as you venture into this dreaded, desolate land.

But, it doesn't have to be scary. You got the finest tools to make your way through the desert to the watering hole.

We're first going to lay out the road map, as I like to call it.

Take your trusty brown pencil liner in hand and take a look into your soul in the mirror. Keep loving eye contact. ( I kid, I kid. But please, be nice to yourself during this process.) Take a deep breath. After an exhale will actually help you have optimal precision with creating the precise strokes that are needed.

First line we are going to create is the 'downcasting shadow' line. This line will give the illusion that your eyelashes are majestic wings of an angel getting ready to make any person in your path fall to their knees in worship. Yes, that good. To create that, we are going to use our own eye as the guideline. Our top lid in particular for this step. You notice how at the very end of our top lid it kind of goes down some? You're going to create a faint, gentle flick of a stroke to make it look like it is extended some. This will be one part of the 'V' our liner will make when all is said and done. Repeat with the other eye.

Note: when we do our liner - it is an extension of the natural movement of the eye itself. We are not creating a curve to make the wing look like it's lifting. Trust the process. Your body knows what's up.

Next is the part that everyone dreads: The uptown (Upper lid) twins.

You know the faint downcast lines we made with the brown pencil liner? Also the tip mentioned above how we use our natural eye to create the guide line to follow when pulling a line? We're going to do that again! This time we will be using the corner of our lower lash line and extending that. To measure how far my wing will extend outwards, I like to use the winged tip of my eyebrow.

Remember, breathe out then proceed for optimal precision. (I see you holding your breath. This won't be painful. Promise.)

This part comes to personal preference. If you are comfy with using the waterproof eyeliner straight from the get-go : YOU GO, GLEN COCO! Seriously. Your confidence is admirable and I wish we could bottle it up and sell it in stores. In a later post I will be teaching about the key to confidence and how you too can obtain it. But, that is later. Right now we are trying to slay a double headed dragon. BACK to the lesson at hand.. if you are comfortable to use the liquid liner - do it! If not, no shame in that - pick up the brown eye liner and use that to create the guide line before applying the liquid liner.

Friendly Makeup Bag Must-Have: Get yourself an 'Original Makeup Eraser' double sided cloth. I got some from my fiancé for Christmas, and that thing has the ability to remove waterproof eyeliner by just adding water to the cloth! The other side is an exfoliator. There are two sides to this awesome microfibre-esque sorcery.

Now that we have completed that little side quest , we will head back to creating the shape.

Use the bottom water line of your eye to draw/pull out that line. Simple extension of your natural eye line. Use your eyebrow winged tips to determine how long you want this line extended to (and that it is even). Phewf! First line done! See? Not so bad! You will notice that the line kind of creates a 'V' shape with your downcast line from earlier as well.

Now.. Yeah sure we want that wing to be sharp and like a flick, so to speak. But we don't want it to be just that simple line. This is where a lot go wrong and are mad when it doesn't seem right in photos or under the lights on stage. With intense lighting at events, outside at a car show, or doing photoshoots, your makeup will often times be put on blast. By that I mean it won't look as intense as you thought it looked in the mirror when getting ready. Tattoo logic: Bold will hold. That being said, the next step is another form of personal preference in regards to your approach:

If you prefer to be a mathematician of sorts (I told you this is a scientist kind of ordeal!) , you are going to be creating an itsy bitsy scalene triangle off of your line you just made. This will make the line a tad bit bolder and will make a segway for the next line that will be done on our lid. That lid you will start sort of mid eye lid (Once again, your eye has a natural shape/line of its own for you to follow). You notice how the top lid arches a bit? Follow the shape of the eye in that direction, and link that with the scalene triangle you just made, so your wing becomes one!

If you are a risktaker (just like with going balls to the wall with using liquid liner off the bat!) You will simply start at the mid of the lid and follow that shape to connect to your wing, following the natural line/shape of the eye as described above.

Holy smokes! You slayed the dragon! Even if they don't look like twins the first try (practice, practice, practice!) at least they are sisters now! Hell.. I'm proud of you, young Padawan.

We aren't fully in the clear yet with this lesson, so save the victory dance until after this last step!

As mentioned time and time again, pinup is all about creating those big, open eyes! How do we achieve this? Time to bring out the last tool in your tool kit for this lesson : The white eyeliner!

Placement is key for the 'highlight'.

You are going to line your waterline with the white eyeliner. Then you are going to line the inside of your 'V' shape (including going the length of the underside of your top wing). This helps make everything look more crisp and clean as well. (Crisp and clean = Krispy Kreme. That's how my inner narrative voice read that.)

Now....we victory dance!

Have I mentioned how PROUD I am of you for taking the leap of faith and giving this a go? As with anything, there's personal tweaks one will make when fixing it up to make it more them. I encourage this greatly. In the end, it is all about finding the flow that works for you!

Pinup is all about finding that unique thing that makes you - YOU.

There's only one of you. Embrace that, you warrior goddess.

xo Bree Von Tease

[maareyas]

Hello sensei i request guidance

I have recently been reminded on my packet of ohuhu markers i bought a while back. Funny thing though,

I dont know how to use them (never used markers before let alone the alcohol ones or whatever the ones i got are)

Your use of markers is majestic, if i may ask, can you bestow upon me divine wisdom and show me where to start so i can learn please? Theres a lot of stuff online and its incapacitating me

Thank you for your time O great one!

*strokes fake beard* ah yes. my divine wisdom which i most certainly have and not my haphazard "winging it" XD

in all seriousness I'm really also still pretty new to markers;;;; So I wouldn't say I'm great at them yet ahdhhedjjd. I can only give a few points of advice:

1. Paper - I'd argue this is the most important part bc 70% of the art quality WILL be based on how well your paper takes ink. The papers I use are either Ohuhu's own marker sketchbook or watercolor/mixed media paper (about 200 gsm).

I would recommend the marker paper since it's actually specialized for markers and makes the color pop more. Watercolor paper also works, but it makes the colors look a lil duller. In my experience, it's blending markers on watercolor paper dries slower, which makes it easier to blend smoothly/with less streaks. I heard it also sucks up your marker ink more, but I haven't been using markers long enough to know.

2. Blending - There should be a colorless alcohol-only marker in ur set. You use that for blending (mostly). Lay down the colorless "ink" first, AND THEN draw over it with the colors you want to blend--while the alcohol is still wet ofc.

This is difficult to explain without visuals--but, I also tend to use the lighter/fainter colors as a "blending color" also. Blending colors in the same hue or are analogous is easier. Mostly. Meanwhile I had to fight for my life trying to blend orange with blue or even just a cooler gray without looking muddy.

3. Bleeding - THESE THINGS LOVE TO BLEED FR. On both marker paper and watercolor paper, I always have to compensate for how much the ink bleeds/feathers once it actually touches the paper, especially when you're using brush tip markers. I hate it ✨

Also if Ohuhu includes this plastic? film? thingy with their markers iirc. You put that on the back of the paper you're drawing on to catch any ink that bleeding through the page.

4. swatch your markers - imo markers are WAY more rigid in terms of color and blending. Yet frustatingly, they also can look very different when wet vs. when dry. SO! it helps alot to make swatches of your markers so you can get a consistent idea of what they'll actually look like.

5. Use colored pencils instead of markers for drawing details - After doing the broad colors with marker, I like to go back in with colored pencils to add detail and for some color correction. I can't do details in marker. I'm not powerful enough for that hfhrhehe

6. Ohuhu's marker caps DON'T match the color they are. It's dumb and another reason why you should make swatches fhhdjej

Aside from that I don't think I have much else. The rest of my knowledge comes from watching other artists' tutorials:

in summary: i have no idea what im doing 👍 hope this helps! ✨

[m1ckeyb3rry]

SHSHSH wavelength check LMAO but that scene truly is so majestic he looks soooo gorgeous there!!

HSHAAHHA no it’s ok when the main focus is Karasu you’ll be too busy thinking of Karasu that you won’t need to think about others characters LOL

LMAOO TRUE!!! I remember that moment with Shidou…maybe Karasu is the only one who can tolerate his shit LMAO the difference in Isagi and shidous reaction is so funny though

HAHAHA Hiori really doing anything just to get some decent parents he’s probably thinking like “it’s not like my parents now love each other anyways”

Oh yeah…I remember that spread where they’re all standing on the field in a like top looking down perspective kind of angle….omg yesss Barou goal!!! Trust that will be so hype but I’m also excited to see how he gets yellow carded because of his shirt LMAOOOOO

Also wait JJK ENDING IN 5 CHAPTERS??? War is over but I also don’t know how they’re gonna tie up all the loose ends in just 5 chapters but i guess we’ll find out??? It feels so weird that it’s ending so soon though omg

- Karasu anon

RIGHT he literally ate!! like he is always so so handsome but episode nagi definitely has the best panels of him no question 😩 like that one and the infamous one of him introducing himself to nagi and being all smirky DJSKDKD ugh he’s so fine

WE CAN HOPE one time though i had an idea for a nagi fic (before peregrine) and i was so hype to write it but whenever i tried RIN wormed his way into being the main character so sadly it is in fact an established thing for me where some characters just “like” an au more than others 😭 but we will see…okay wait speaking of characters to write for i just got a request for kiyora ⁉️ i’m lowkey excited i’ve never written for him before…actually i don’t think i’ve ever seen anything written for him either 🤔 truly i think my acct is just a safe space for side character enjoyers JFJDJS proud to do it though 🙏🏻

karasu and shidou being besties lowkey makes sense in my mind…they’re like basically the same age (shidou is like 1.5 months older iirc??) and the only other two relevant characters their age in bllk are barou and yukimiya who are both way more serious than karasu and shidou 😰 i feel like karasu and shidou could probably match each other’s freak very well 😭 imo that meme that’s like “plug a lil weird but he chill though” is how karasu views shidou and shidou is just like “yay friend” LMAOO maybe they need to be a duo somewhere in the miraverse

PLSSS he’s like “at least y/n and karasu don’t actively hate each other…close enough…” okay but as much as otoya was messing around and asking why hiori would want karasu as a dad i know for a FACT he would be such a good father 🥹 he gives me the vibes where he always holds his baby in like awe if that makes sense?? like he’s in disbelief that that’s HIS child 😭

yeah that’s the one i was thinking of!! and YESSS omg his goal is so good…him getting yellow carded and nagi calling him a “stripper king” cracked me up too because nagi looks so cute and barou is like FUMING 😭 also excited to see karasu arguing w the ref after rin gets kicked in the head LMAOAOAO i need to see my man mad 🤭

no yeah i have no idea HOW it’s going to end in five chapters but i’m honestly kinda glad…like i just want it to be over so i can finally and fully move on from it for a bit 😭 as much as i loved it back in the day i feel like nowadays i’m just reading because it’s EVERYWHERE on social media and also because i have like nostalgia abt it?? i was so heavily into the fandom for so long that i do want to see it through but i’m just not that into it anymore 😔💔 as soon as i finished pomegranate ink it’s like my motivation and interest in it vanished LMAOAAO but i do hope the ending is somewhat satisfying!! it’ll suck if it’s halfhearted or mediocre

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[sitepathos]

Their Favorite Creature

A/N: I remembered a comment on my very first post and that became the inspiration for this one.

Price

Phoenix. This man sees them as majestic creatures and can’t help but be in awe at the sight of them.

It takes his breath away when it bursts into flames and is reborn. The first time it happened, he might have gotten a little scared; he was aware of their immorality, but the sight of flames bursting in front of him brings up some unpleasant memories.

But, he gets a little down when the bird is reborn because he wishes many of his fallen compatriots could rise from the flames.

He had a stand specially made for him (using enchanted wood to resist flames) and when he’s filling out paperwork, he looks up and smiles at the bird. He also keeps a box of plants to feed the phoenix.

He loves to use the phoenix to deliver letters/packages to you. It always amazes him to see it deliver mail, no matter how heavy it is.

You managed to pluck a feather from the phoenix and had it turned into a quill enchanted to never run out of ink. He uses it only to write letters to you. He keeps it in a special box in his desk and he takes its security very seriously.

With your help, he bottled some tears from the Phoenix as they possess amazing healing qualities. More often than he cares to remember, those tears that brought back his boys from the brink of death and he’s so thankful to both the Phoenix and you.

Gaz

Puffskein. Hands down, this man will no nuts at the sight of a fuzzy ball.

He also loves the fact that it eats bugs, specifically spiders. I can see Gaz facing down a hail of bullets and not batting an eye, but the sight of a spider will have him jumping in his dad’s Price’s arms. So, he would ask to take the Puffskein home to not only cuddle with, but to eat any bugs that find their way in.

When you told him that a popular game involves throwing Puffskeins around, he was understandably upset. I mean, to him, it was similar to throwing puppies against the wall. But, when you told him their fuzziness protected them from harm, he relaxed and played the game. Eventually, it turned into a regular thing between the two of you. Think of it like ‘Hit The Bottles,’ but with Puffskeins instead of baseballs.

Gaz will absolutely lose his mind if you show up with more Puffskeins. Will absolutely lie down on the ground and let them swarm him. He’s in heaven.

Please get this man a Puffskein plushie for his birthday. Will absolutely sleep with it every night and if it goes missing, will tear the entire base apart in order to find it, waking everyone up in the process. Everyone will pitch in so he’ll calm down and they can go back to bed.

Ghost

Thestrals. Let’s face it, this man will gravitate towards these misunderstood creatures.

When you showed up to the base on a carriage hitched up to four Thestrals and explained why the soldiers could see them while some of the base’s support staff couldn’t, he felt a certain kinship to them.

“Only people who’ve seen death can see them, huh? So, I could’ve seen them all my life.”

He says many self-deprecating jokes about him and them being signs of death, but when you shut that train of thought down and tell him that he’s a better man than he gives himself credit for, he can’t help but smile. “Careful, Merlin. I might start to think you care about me.”

Despite his protests, will absolutely love to ride the carriage you brought with you.

“Ghost, do you want to ride the carriage before I have to take it back?” “Merlin, I’m a hardened dog of war. I’ve taken so many lives that I’ve become death incarnate. My reputation is known to so many terrorists, they have nightmares about me.” “So, is that a no?” “…Yes, I want to ride it.”

Soap

Common Welsh Green. Come on, did you think it would be anything other than a dragon?

The first time he saw one was when you took him to the Romanian Dragon Reserve and to say he was in awe is an understatement. Like, his eyes were as wide as saucers and he was stuck in place as one flew over his head.

Once you told him that they’re native to Scotland, he was giddy as you can get. He wants nothing more than to fly on the back of one while waving the Scottish flag and screaming “Scotland forever!”

Of course, he knows that’s not going to happen since dragons are dangerous creatures. But, say you have a friend who has a friend who has a friend who is capable of making that happen. This man will squeal with joy and once he gets off that dragon’s back, you will have a new best friend. Like, if you ever need anything, let him know and he’ll do whatever it takes to make it happen.

Will devote over a dozen pages of his journal to drawings to this species of dragon. From closeups to full body sketches, this man will flex his artistic muscles and draw pictures that rival the pictures from your Magical Creatures textbook.

You take him back to the reserve on his birthdays so he can see them again, and he falls more in love with these dragons and you every time.

Alejandro

Mooncalf.

The sight of a cute Mooncalf will turn this hardened freedom fighter into a baby-speaking softie. “My brothers, we continue to fight not for ourselves but for this city we love! Long live the Cowboys!” Mooncalf joins the chat. “On my god, it’s the cutest fluff baby I’ve ever seen!”

He tries to never miss every full moon because the sight of seeing them dance is a breathtaking sight. And if you bring more Moon calves to join in the dance, he can’t help but join in. Rudy joins in as well since it’s very rare he sees his brother so lively and carefree.

He does everything he can to not laugh his ass off when the townspeople freak out at the crop circles left behind from the lunar dance.

He’s also been known to allow the Mooncalf to wrap itself around his neck like some sort of scarf. One time, he got so use to the Mooncalf being around his neck that he forgot about it and led an entire debriefing with said Mooncalf still wrapped around his neck. Rudy told the soldiers not to mention it as it was the funniest thing he’d seen in a very long time.

König

Niffler. Yes, this absolute mountain of a man is head over heels with this tiny magical platypus.

It’s love at first sight when he runs into you and sees you carrying a Niffler. “That bill… those feet… Perfektion…”

Begs you to allow him to hold it every chance he gets. Of course, you him that Nifflers are known for stealing anything valuable, but he’s undeterred and relieves you of the kleptomaniac platypus.

Needless to say, chaos ensures. He took his eyes off it for one second and it ran off, stealing anything shiny along the way. Eventually, he was able to capture its and you shook everything out from its fur, including Price’s lighter.

He learned from that unfortunate incident and started keeping a bag full of shiny metallic objects (mostly bullet cases) to satisfy the creature’s cravings.

You offer to show him how to train the Niffler and it turns into a bonding experience for the two of you.

“I had fun teaching the Niffler, maus. Now, it’ll clean up bullet casings on the battlefield.”