#apri does art

[marstectomy]

A pokemon nemopen commission I've been working on and off since summer!!! Thank you @dawgri for commissioning this! 🙌

You can also read a fanfic bassed of this, written by Dawgri

[s0bk]

tehehhe omg tehehhe ^_^

[imperfectnothing]

Question for lore reasons and since I've succumbed to making serious Flor content—

So since now Flor and Oli + their own older siblings are now related to Dian, Faisal and Cam; how would they be raised?? Would they be raised by the same guardian, or be raised by different guardians? There's probably a very obvious answer to this most likely dumb question now that I think of it, since Dian is a model and Flor is a cook/singer; having them being raised separately is a no brainer—

But I do wonder if Dian + Cam would be able to visit in some way. Would they know what she makes and she does at her home (being a scavenger; eating raw stuff)...

Would they know of the main animals (Bamukes or also called Anegbu pigs & Adiros or also called Edonis sheep; explained in my Flor and Rosca thoughts on the Sai/Vera incident. And an example of what she makes is the soup: "Cupid Horn Neck Soup")

I dunno-

Just thinking it would be interesting and such

Hello Kel!! Hope you're doing well and that you had a good sleep hehe :3

So, the thing that's interesting about Dian, Cam, and Fai- Dian and Cam were both bought by Teneb from whoever their first owner was or the nursery (I don't fully remember whether Flor & Oli were in the nursery or they were bred by a specific owner), but Teneb didn't buy any of their other siblings because she couldn't justify that kind of investment. I'm really, really sorry but I don't remember Tov and Oli's owners' names, but like hypothetically, they could have all been bred by the same seygein and then sold off to different owners . . ? Probably separated when Dian was like six-seven? So Flor & Oli would've been five-six, Fai would've been just born, and Cam would be ten-eleven? (goddamn I need to design Cam . . . let's just say that they have oldest daughter sibling syndrome and leave it at that /j)

I do believe that Dian would definitely know about Flor's proclivities towards cooking as well as animals (and dumpster diving /j) but Cam would probably just know about Flor's more negative behaviors and they would mother-hen and worry over her whenever they got a chance to visit. They (they being Di and Cam) would probably be given more chances to visit while they were under 16? because Teneb is lenient when it comes to her younger charges but not her older ones, as she needs them to pull their weight and offset the price they cost her by earning money via their jobs (Dian's being modeling/musical theatre, Cam's being more dramatic acting and performance arts based? like they can sing but that's not one of their really marketable skills).

I headcanon Dian, Flor, and Fai being the ones who know how to cook and who are best at it, in the modern au, so I would say that Fai or Di are probably the ones who know the most about the animals that Flor mentioned! Fai would probably get along well with Flor, especially if he didn't know they were related but even if he did, since she's very similar to him actually (both masking and doing it in order to charm, both being scrappier, both forced into performance oriented roles despite their other proclivities). When it comes to Fai, he enjoys cooking because he's good at it and it makes him feel useful (@apriciticreveries) so I think he might end up helping Flor out with stuff like that, to keep himself busy and to keep himself from overthinking too much.

This was very fun, thank you for sending this to me, Kel!! I really like thinking about this family, they're very messed up but it's the hodge-podge and mismatched way that they keep each other together that really hammers them home for me, I think.

(Also I tagged Apri for Fai because me figuring out that Fai enjoyed cooking was thanks to her, when we were talking about zhufai)

[addaxus]

Me and my dear partner in crime 💚 have been enjoying writing these little snippets. I’ll be putting both our versions up for “comparison.” My version was written after the OG, so credit is not all mine as always. It’s amazing the different writing styles you come across. Writing is a beautiful art in itself. Please enjoy from the two of us:

OG Possible Opening for Unforeseen

Maria: Apri Gli Occhi, Mia Figlia (Open Your Eyes, My Daughter).

Mirabel slowly opened her eyes as asked. Lain out on the bed was an emerald green tablet. It glew with viridescent light, though Mirabel could just make out something on the surface.

Mirabel: It's beautiful, Mama.

Maria: This tablet shows the future of our family.

Mirabel: How did you get it?

Maria: Long ago, your Uncle Alonzo and I found a man out in the fields surrounding our home. Winter had started setting in early, a blizzard sweeping across the territory. The man was sick and delirious with fever. I could not leave him there. Could never live with myself if I did. Yet, when I reached out to help him, he held onto me and showed me his Gift. He showed me our family would grow...

Maria lifted the tablet up, revealing an image of herself and a newborn infant in her arms.

Maria: He showed me I would be a mother. But the father remained unforeseen. We took him in, nursed him as best we could, and he returned our kindness by staying on the farm to help us through our struggles. Overtime, I fell in love with him, despite his troubles. And he felt the same, despite his self-reservations. He asked me to marry him. And after we were wed, the prophecy he had foreseen came true. I became a mother. And he became your father.

Mirabel was in awe. Her Papa had foreseen her birth. He had magic: Something she had only heard about in bedtime stories and fairytales. That must mean...

Mirabel: Is Papa a witch?

Maria: Not exactly.

Mirabel: But how can he do magic? He has to be a witch. Only witches can do magic.

Maria sighed. This girl truly was her daughter: Curious, insightful, and persistent. No wonder Alonzo found her troublesome at times. Still, not like he was any easier.

Maria: Perhaps your Papa can explain.

She turned to face the door.

Maria: Come in, Amore Mio.

The door creaked open. Standing in the entrance was a figure, seven-feet tall and cast in shadow.

Maria: Your daughter wishes to know more about your Gift, my love. It is best she hears it from you.

With a sigh, the figure moved towards them. As he drew closer, the light from the bedroom candle dispelled his dark form. What was once a seven-foot tall shadow shrunk down to reveal a 5'4 stick of a man. Close as he was, Mirabel's father kept his distance from them, his face weary and concerned. He decided to sit on a small stool rather than on the bed.

Mirabel: Papa... How did you get your Gift?

Bruno: Long ago. Before you were born. Before I met your mother. Mi Madre, your Abuela, has this magic candle. It's flame would never go out. The magic of the candle had saved her in her darkest moment. A Miracle, she called it. When I turned five, Mi Hermanas and I were given our Gifts. And we used them to help others to honor the Miracle that blessed us. And years later, I met your Mama.

Mirabel: I'm turning five in a few days. Does that mean I'll get a Gift like yours?

Bruno visibly tensed when he heard those words. Both of his hands clenched. Eyes focused down on the hard wooden floor. Mirabel was confused. Why did her Papa look so upset? Maria took this as her cue to interject.

Maria: We do not know, Mira-boo. The magic candle is hidden far away. But if you do, it won't change anything. You are still a wonderful child.

Mirabel: But if I had a Gift like Papa's, I could do so much! Wouldn't that be a good thing?

Bruno:...I think it is time for you to rest, Mirabel. Tonight has been more eventful than I am comfortable with.

Maria: Ay, Bruno. Your father is right, Mirabel. We shall see what happens.

With that, Maria tucked her daughter to bed and kissed her goodnight. She removed the emerald tablet and walked out the door. Bruno followed after her, ready to close the door behind him when...

Mirabel: Papa?

Bruno: ...Si, Mirabel?

Mirabel: Are you worried my Gift will be... bad?

Bruno: ...We cannot be certain you will even get a Gift, Hija. You are far too young to be dwelling on such things. Lord knows I have too much these past few days. A Gift ain't something worth fussing over.

With that, Bruno closed the door. Mirabel laid her head on the blanket facing the candle on her nightstand. She sighed.

Mirabel: But if I had a Gift, maybe you could finally see me and not always be so far away.

She set her glasses down on the nightstand before blowing out the candle. With her back turned to the window, she didn't notice a small golden butterfly resting against the glass.

Possible Opening To Unforeseen (My version)

“Apri Gli Occhi, Farfalla Mia. Open your eyes, my butterfly.”

In a dimly lit room, two figures sat on a makeshift bed. A mother and daughter sat together, the little girl in her lap on the bed.

When she did as her mother asked, both of their eyes were trained on an iridescent glowing tablet of green glass. In her glasses’ reflection shone the bright light, and in her eyes shared the same brightness as she gazed in awe at it. The image was hidden from view with the angle in which the tablet sat. Mere curiosity had caught her eye when the vague image had found it.

“What is it, Mama? Where’d it come from?”

Maria moved some curls from her face and carded her hands in them, looking down at the tablet, reminiscing the memories.

“It shows our family—From the past looking into the future,” Mirabel shifted in her lap, looking up from below her mother’s jaw, interested in listening, “Long ago, your Uncle Alonzo and I found a man out in the pastures surrounding our home. Winter had started setting in early, a blizzard had swept across the territory. The man was sick and delirious with fever—and wounded. I could not leave him there… I would never live with myself if I did. Yet, when I reached out to help him, he reached back and showed me his Gift when we touched. He showed me our family would grow...”

Maria gently leaned forward over Mirabel and held the tablet up with both hands, then brought it into Mirabel’s own lap, looking over her shoulder down at it with her. Mirabel’s little hand grazed over the cool glass, over the three dimensional image that seemed just within reach.

It showed her Mama with a newborn infant in her arms. Maria traced the image along with Mirabel.

“See there? He showed me I would be a mother. But the father remained unforeseen. We took him in, nursed him as best we could, and he returned our kindness by staying on the farm to help us through our struggles. Overtime, I fell in love with him, despite his troubles. And he felt the same, despite his self-reservations. He asked me to marry him after awhile, then we were wed. Some months later the prophecy he had foreseen came true. I became a mother. And he became your father.”

Mirabel seemed to be at a loss for words, bug-eyed with a slight grin. Her soon to be father in the past had seen his future daughter unknowingly. She realized he had magic: Something she had only heard about in bedtime stories and fairytales. That must mean...

“Mama is Papa a witch then?”

“No, silly, not exactly.”

Mirabel looked back and forth from the tablet to her mother in confusion.

“But only witches could do magic, right? That means that Papa would be one!”

Ah yes, Maria couldn’t help but remind herself that Mirabel was indeed her own daughter by her persistence, her intense curiosity, and deep insight. She recalled Alonzo’s grumpy mood after a short session just talking with her, but nonetheless he was still somehow patient.

“I’ll just let your papa explain it…”

Maria looked toward the door where she’d told him to wait outside.

“Come in, Amore Mio.”

The door gently creaked open and in he came, long casted shadow following to presume his seven-foot frame as foretold in the fables. The lighting was very ominous it seemed.

“Your daughter wishes to know more about your Gift, my love. It is best she hears it from you.”

Maria gently takes the vision tablet and sets it aside so Mirabel can hop off her lap and dangle her feet over the side of the bed while Maria sits next to her.

With a sigh the figure moves towards them. As he drew closer, the light from the bedroom candle dispelled his dark form. What was once a seven-foot tall shadow shrunk down to reveal a 5'4 stick of a man. Close as he was, Mirabel's father kept his distance from them, his face weary and concerned. He decided to sit on a small stool near the corner rather than on the bed.

“How, Papa?”

Bruno leans his arms on his knees and leans forward with his head to the ground.

“Long ago, before you were born—Before I met your mother, Mi Madre, your Abuela, had a magic candle. Its flame would never go out. The magic of the candle had saved her in her darkest moment—A Miracle, she called it. When I turned five, Mi Hermanas and I were given our Gifts. And we used them to help others to honor the Miracle that blessed us. And years later, I met your Mama.”

There was a short pause, so Mirabel decided to speak up.

“…I'm turning five soon. Does that mean I'll get a Gift like yours?”

Bruno froze, muscles tensing and flexing under his shirt when he heard those words. Both of his hands clenched into fists, eyes focused down on the hard wooden floor like a deer in the headlights. Mirabel was confused. Why did her Papa look so upset? Maria took this as her cue to interject and cleared her throat.

“We do not know, Mira-boo. The magic candle is hidden far away. But if you do, it won't change anything. You are still a wonderful child. To both of us.”

Mirabel nearly jumped up on her feet on the bed.

“But if I had a Gift like Papa's, I could do so much! Wouldn't that be a good thing?” She blurted excitedly.

Bruno furrowed his brows when he looked up at the two of them and cleared his throat, standing up.

“…I think… that’s enough for tonight, Mirabel. You’ve had a long day and this is going on longer than I’m comfortable with. It’s time for bed.”

“Aye, Bruno—Your father is right, Mirabel. We shall see what happens.”

With that, Maria tucked her daughter to bed and kissed her goodnight. She took the emerald tablet away and walked out the door. Bruno followed after her, ready to close the door behind him when...

“Papa?” Her little voice stopped him in his tracks and he froze again.

“What is it, Mira?” He looked her way with big eyes of dread.

“Are you worried my Gift will be... bad?”

He looked past her out her window where the clear view of their oak tree was illuminated by the moonlight.

“...We cannot be certain you will even get a Gift, Hija. You are far too young to be dwelling on such things. Lord knows I have been doing that too much these past few days. A Gift ain't something worth fussing over.”

Bruno resumed his steps and closed the door. Mirabel laid her head on the blanket facing the candle on her nightstand. She sighed deeply.

“But if I had a Gift, maybe you could finally see me and not always be so far away…” she whispered.

She set her glasses down on the nightstand before blowing out the candle. With her back turned to the window, she didn't notice a small golden butterfly resting against the glass.

[apriqourslico]

P.O.V: You ask Aqours why they joined Aqours.

[apristachi]

Thsi blog is so not active. I have more fanart but i cant find it

[constantinoreal]

ive finally watched all 3 seasons of bnha and im in love with momojirou but specially jirou

[behindthemain7]

Ready for our next adventure?

[dashofshyness]

"But in any case, yes, you’re right, I guess it is a good excuse to snuggle Dash more! ~♥”

[piesandlights]

.: PIZZA :.

Pizza? Pizza.

[marstectomy]

hit it marcanne

[s0bk]

more on the subject of courier’s smile....

[imperfectnothing]

( scampers in here ) i give you some wholesome ( when you ignore the blood haha ) yami art as an apology for making nyx have a bit of a meltdown and in advance as for what im going to do with yami’s story . . i mean . it won’t be that bad . . not as bad as others, but it will be . kind of . bad . yea . ( slowly walks out the door )

( shhhh i really didn’t highlight the thing wrong your hallucinatinggg . also . special talent reveal ! ! i think dian would be proud 😁 )

Awwww oh gosh she really does look so cute, Apri!! I love the ominous "smile! you're on camera" next to Yami, btw, it's both very funny and pretty threatening. So, get back here, you goober, let me give you a hug. I'll say that this inspired me to finally start on the Yami art my brain has been cooking on for a while so thank you doubly for that heh.

You don't need to apologize for Nyx's meltdown haha. Frankly, it was a really fun way to explore his character but not only that, he's mostly angry with himself and his helplessness, to be honest. I am both scared and super excited to see what you end up doing with Mimi's story, I will admit.

Dian would definitely be proud of his Mimi's acting ability. He would be sad to know that it's more of a self defense mechanism (after all, you call it masking) than it is an actual passion for the art but he is not going to be the person who doesn't acknowledge his daughter's skill.

[isalissa]

Candace and her girlfriend Stacy are very supportive of this relationship

Candace: I would protect these girls with my life! But if Melissa hurts Isabella, I’ll make sure she doesn’t hurt anybody else. Ever again.

Bonus:

Well did I just make Candacy canon in this blog? I sure did!

Also I’m sorry this blog has been inactive for so long, I’m incredibly busy and I can’t pay attention to tumblr as much as I would like to :’3 But the blog isn’t dead, I promise!

[apriqourslico]

Loving first years 24/7

[apristachi]

still love these babies