#especially her wrist thingies

[clockvenn]

Cw little ink blood !!

I haven't introduced a new oc of mine but here's Ruine !!

I hoped to animate her here and there as she has a unique kind of coloring...

Like... she's more 2d/cartoony in terms of light and shadow, almost as if light doesn't affect her too much and she cast barely any shadows besides on her own body. This doesn't mean darkness or shadows from other stuff casting on her wouldn't take effect though, she'd just be more lighter than other people in the dark. Oh and she glows slightly too in the dark lol

So yeah !! She basically stands out a lot 😭

Here's some concepts of her !! [The first one is drawn on phone LMAO excuse how bad it is]

May make a proper ref soon :3

[blockedbykei]

𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 !!

synopsis: every moon has their own star. and tsukishima loves his little star the best

— warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF, dad!tsukishima, made up name for his babygirl (literally just used google translate huhu forgive me 🙏)

tsukishima used to tolerate his mornings rather than enjoy them. when he met you, it started to become something he enjoyed, most especially when you both moved together and he got to wake up seeing you deep in comfortable slumber beside him, bodies entwined.

there was always something peaceful in the mornings— the soft muffled chirps of voyaging birds, the gentle glow of the sun basking your body through the window, his tired body pinning him down beside you, his muscles relaxed and melting against your shared bed.

his eyes blink the sleep off, a small yawn leaving his thin lips. you're sound asleep, a hand under your cheek, the other resting limply on his bare waist. tsukishima smiles softly, a hand reaching up to push a strand off your ear.

you don't move. he smiles brighter than the moon in the evening.

then he hears that familliar pitter patter of tiny feet across the wooden floor outside your bedroom. tsukishima perks up, nestling himself deeper into the bed pretending to be asleep. and on queue, his daughter opens the door, the silent creaks of the door a telltale sign she was plotting something mischievous.

and when he feels her tiny presence beside him, hovering over his back, he jumps and turns around, grabbing his daughter around her chubby waist.

"gotcha!"

hoshi's little squeals are akin to melodies, something he loves to hear every second of everyday. tsukishima carries her and sits her on his chest, his fingers squiggling on her mushy sides. he feels you stir beside him, eyes opening.

their smiles match and your heart swoons; hoshi was a little version of tsukishima, both eyes and smile— like halos over clouds. the hair was a mixture of yours and his though, and it seems like she was starting to get your complexion.

"papa, stooop," she giggles, little feet kicking at the mattress and pushing his hands away. "you're attacking me!"

"my no! i'm only giving you kisses," he rubs his nose on her belly. "you don't want my kisses?"

"i want them," you place your elbow on your elbow, cheek placed on your palm. tsukishima rolls his eyes, albeit playfully, and leans up to peck you. hoshi gags.

"ewie,"

"not ewie," you gasp. "is this...ewie?"

you and tsukishima lean to place matching kisses on either side of her cheeks, slightly wet to tease her. she yells, falling on her back and running away from your room.

breakfast was as energetic as ever. since hoshi has learned how to feed herself, she ate a lot as she did when she was a baby. it has always admired you; maybe it was something she picked up from you rather than her father, who, despite placing many food on his plate, ate less than you.

you stand in front of the stove, waiting for the beaten eggs to be cooked. tsukishima has hoshi wrapped around his waist as they emerge from the bathroom, the bottom of her face slightly wet. he was already dressed for work, white button down and neatly iron brown slacks, his matching blazer hung by the door; hoshi was already dressed in her uniform, collars askew.

he sets her down in front of the coffee table, facing the tv, and tsukishima sits behind her with hair ties on his wrist.

"can we listen to music?" she asks him, peering up at her father. "while eating breakfast?"

her love for music- it was something tsukishima has been plotting since she had been in your womb. those microphone thingies connected to your stomach was something he always used when he got home from work, blasting a new playlist, a way of introducing music to hoshi so that she'd be used to it by the time she came out.

miki matsubara revibrates smoothly in the living room. they both hum as tsukishima begins to comb her hair, splitting it in two. you remember his eagerness to be taught how to braid when hoshi was sound asleep when she was a baby, admiring her soft growing hair. so watching him flawlessly split each part into three and intertwine them made your heart turn into silk.

you place the finished eggs and spam on the breakfast table, sitting beside hoshi and resting your body on tsukishima's leg, reaching over to fix your daughter's collar. she thanks you, clumsily placing the chopsticks on her small fingers.

"you want ribbons on your hair, hoshi?" tsukishima ties the first braid, placing it over her right shoulder.

"yes please!"

"blue ones?"

"she doesn't have blue ones, honey," you look at kei, picking up a spam and feeding it to him. "she has pink ones though. you want that, hoshi?"

"yes!" she reaches over to the small box and picks out three pink ribbons. tsukishima carefully plucks it from her hands. "can i visit the museum today?"

you hum. "sure baby. i'll pick you up after school and go there if it's okay with papa."

"absolutely," tsukishima beams. "i'm gonna show you a little secret later, so you can't tell anyone, 'kay?"

her small "okay" felt similar to tsukishima's- slightly flat, though you could sense her excitement. when he finishes on both braids, he clips a pink ribbon on each pair.

when breakfast is finished, the dishes clink in the sink as tsukishima sets them to dry to the side. you grab the car keys, and hoshi stands beside you waiting patiently for his dad. when he emerges from the kitchen, hoshi brings something out of her pocket.

"what's that?" he crouches, eye level with her. she reaches out and clips the pink ribbon over his necktie.

"so we can match," she says. "if you take it off, i'll tell everyone the secret you're going to tell me later." her eyes narrow, playfully but he thinks is actually a real threat. tsukishima laughs.

"you get to hit me if i go home and i'm not wearing it," he kisses her on the forehead.

hoshi runs towards the car when you exit the house; her height, despite her young age, was enough for her to reach the latch and open the door.

tsukishima places a hand on your waist and spins you around, kissing you, lips soft and chaste. the way he looks at you has never changed, the same golden glint, same ardor, same mellowness; it was love incomparable.

it seemed to have amplified when hoshi came around.

"thank you for breakfast," he murmurs against your lips. "and thank you for hoshi."

thank you for hoshi was something he always said every day since she was born. it felt like an oath, a prayer he says to express his gratitude to all saints.

and before you could answer, the car beeps.

hoshi has leaned over the dashboard and reached her hands to press on the horn. her eyebrows are furrowed, and you can see her mouth gag playfully.

she also seems to inherit his easy agitation.

reblogs are appreciated! <3

[cherryredstars]

hi!! I have a request for the 1K prompt thingy, I've been sick for this last week and I would love to read some Miguel comforting sick reader?? Like, Miguel is clearly annoyed that reader asked him to watch romcom movies with her but he is still worried and shows up and makes dinner for the both of them?? Idk something cute!!

1k Prompts

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: He can tolerate romcoms if it makes you feel better. 

Word Count: 709 (Not Edited)

This isn’t how he wanted to spend his free time. 

He would have much preferred to be in his office, working through his never ending pile of work or tinkering with something. But, he had missed you. Even if he wouldn’t admit it. It was always obvious when you were out, the HQ never seeming as bright when you weren’t around. And, how could he say no to you? Especially when you had called him, small sniffles accompanying your congested words as you asked him if he could come over and keep you company. You had sounded so small and sad, tiny coughs irritating your throat more. He just wished he didn’t have to do this. 

He had made it more than apparent that he disliked your lineup of movies, full of nothing but reused plot lines about romance and attempts at comedy that were lacking. He let out sighs and huffs, rolling his eyes at every overly cheesy line or wink. He had only stopped when you had turned to him, a sad pout on your lips as you softly told him that you could change the movie to something else if he really hated it that much. It had instantly shut him up, feeling guilty that he was ruining your time to relax. You had seemed to get lost in the movies, forgetting momentarily that you were sick until you had to cough or blow your nose. He instead opted for subtly scrunching up his face and raising his eyebrows to show his dislike. 

His only breaks from the movies were when you tried to get up. When you ran out of tissues, or snacks, or water, or needed to retake your cough syrup, Miguel would instantly scowl. He would shoot up, gently pushing you back to lay on the couch, grumbling under his breath at your reluctance to fully relax before wandering off to get you whatever you needed. The only time he let you get off the couch was for bathroom breaks. The thought was sweet, earning him a wide grin and a scratchy thank you for his care. He’d only roll his eyes before asking you if you needed anything else. 

The biggest break came when you had fallen asleep. He had looked over at the sound of a slightly blocked breath, turning his head to find you knocked out. His lips had twitched at the sight, slowly getting up and crouching in front of you. Ever so gently, he pushed the hair away from your face, prying the hair tie off your wrist and tying your hair back into a loose ponytail. He adjusted the blanket around you, making sure it covered you completely and adding another pillow under your head to help you breathe easier. You had woken up from your nap just in time to find him in the kitchen, a steaming bowl of ramen in his hands. The broth would help with your sore throat and make you feel nice and warm. You had given him the brightest smile as he placed it in front of you on the coffee table, warning you to wait since it was still too hot. 

The sight of it made your stomach grumble, but you listened, grabbing the remote to restart the movie you had fallen asleep to. It made Miguel sigh heavily, but he sat besides you, twisting your body at an angle as he went and grabbed the VapoRub from the table. You practically melted into his touch as he rubbed the gel into the skin of your chest, throat, and upper back. His warm hands soothed your aching body and it felt nice to be so cared for. You could feel your body instantly reacting to the product, finding it a little easier to breathe. When he finished, he carefully placed the bowl of ramen into your lap and sat back in preparation for the movie. Your hand comes up to grab his, giving it a tight squeeze. 

“Thank you, Miguel. I really appreciate you taking care of me.”

Miguel only shrugged, but his eyes shone with his love and care before he pressed play on the movie for you. 

“Yeah, yeah. Hurry up and eat before the soup gets cold.”

I’ve had a sore throat from the past few days so I might have indulged a little bit :)).

[caffeinated-chaos-bean]

Update on Izumi's design process!! Plus her incubator lmao.

Its taken me more than a week to get to this point. You have no idea how painstaking it is when you get so involved into a character's design process and want it to look good, especially when you know its mostly because of how much of a perfectionist you are at the end of the day.... Over all? I'm glad I finally have a design I like. I tried SEVERAL different leg and wrist options, skirt options, dresses, etc.

And before aaaaanyone decides to come for me due to giving her a high-low skirt that shows her pelvic area, its on theme not for sex*lization purposes. She's a water themed mahou and in turn I want her design to reflect that, hends a lot of the scalloped edges and the seashells and her being barefoot (although that's also due to her just not liking to wear shoes if she has the choice). Plus it also alludes to frilly swimsuit bottoms that can be seen in both "beach episodes" and in lolita swimwear (yes that exists people). The pearls and shells allude to oceanic themes, and because she's also being given wind undertones, she gets little wings on her ankles. Little Hermes nod lol. And the hip pauldrons? Those allude to Atlantis and how a lot of mermaid royalty tend to have protective armor in more modern scifi.

Tomorrow after work I'll try my hand of what wrist or hand accessories to give her. I know that I want her fingers to be free at least, along with maybe her palms. Outside of that I have no idea.

Also still thinking up names for her incubator. He's gonna be white mostly but instead of pink/red markings and fades on the ears, its probably gonna be teal or something. Also his ear...tail...thingies? They aren't folded in how he's posed. Its actually arounded and bulbous, kinda like how the bottom of an octopus plushie is.

[im1hangry1pjo]

Will isn't the best at lying (especially to Nico)

TW: Panic attack

Will was shaking. He's been in the infirmary working for 10 days straight now. He just couldn't stop, he needed to heal and help people cause if he doesn't then why is he alive? What's his purpose? No, don't think like that, just get through the rest of my shift and then I can let it out just a few more hours and then I can break down. Gods what would everyone think of him? Apparently he was so out of it he didn't notice Kayla walk into the infirmary until she tapped him on the shoulder. "Huh what! I'm awake! Good to know Will but your shifts over. What no I have a few hours left. Well now you don't Chiron shut down the infirmary." what why would he shut it down what if someone gets hurt what i- "Hello earth to Will. Oh sorry. Yeah, yeah now let's go. Actually I need to clean up. I'll be out soon though. Ok fine" I waited for her to fully leave then I went to one of the private rooms, locked the door and then the thoughts of all of my dead siblings, all the people I wasn't able to save and all the reasons why I shouldn't be the head counselor or head medic came flooding in and I just collapsed onto the floor and started sobbing.

Will has been working for 10 days and I don't know if he's taken a break. I headed over to the infirmary when I went in. I heard quiet sobbing from one of the private rooms. I tried to open the door but it was locked "Will!? are you in there, are you okay! Y-y-yeah! j-j-jus-t g-g-go." it sounded like he was hyperventilating and sobbing or two major signs of a panic attack. I started to pick the lock "Will! Can you unlock the door? Y-y-you s-should g-go I-I d-don't want y-ou to see me l-like t-this." that just made me worry even more "Sunshine please unlock the door." After a few seconds I heard the door unlock. I began to slowly open the door and what I saw was truly saddening. Willam Andrew Solace the always happy Apollo kid is on the floor sobbing and definitely having a panic attack and Nico knew he had to help him like he has helped him. Nice carefully lowered himself to Will's level "Will, can you hold my hand?" Nico gently held out his hand and Will took it shakily. "Hey follow my breaths" I put his hand on my chest and took slow, deep breaths as Will tried to follow along. After about half an hour Will's heartbeat and breathing finally slowed down back to normal. "So wanna tell me what happened?"

Will really didn't know what to say because this is what he does everyday so nothing really happened. It's just normal at this point. Gods Lee and Michael would do never break down like this "This is just what I do?" Will answered he technically was telling the truth this is what he does everyday "What do you mean by that?" Nico sounded really concerned immediately he felt guilty Nico shouldn't be this concerned about him that was his job and his job only. "I mean that I do this everyday after work" I adminted getting quieter with each word "WHAT." Nico sounded pissed which was actually scary "You mean you have a breakdown everyday the second you get off work? Yeah but I'm fine you don't need to worry." I tried to muster my best smile hoping to fool him. I got up slowly and again reassured him that I'm fine and again did my best smile but he saw straight through it. He stood up and grabbed my wrist. "No, we're talking about this." Nico demanded. Will knew that he wasn't getting away with this. "This is not normal. Why did you never tell me? I could've helped. How long have you been doing this'' Nico went full on worried boyfriend mode. I didn't know if I should tell him the truth because that would just make him more worried and even more mad. "I just didn't think it was important because I've been doing this for so long" I admitted very quietly "Everything about you is important to me." Nico said it like he meant it which was rare mainly cause he's so sarcastic. "Now how long have you been doing this whole mental breakdown thingy" Nico asked remembering that I didn't answer one of his many questions "A little bit after I became head medic and Head counselor" I said pretty quiet mainly because I usually am the person comforting not the person being comforted so It was weird to be comforted after so long of just sucking it up and dealing with it. I was prepared for Nico to say to suck it up or that's nothing, why are you complaining or tha- "Tesoro" then he hugged me no yelling no calling me a baby he just hugged me. I hugged back as tight as I could and sobbed into his shoulder I couldn't stop I just keep crying "Shh it's okay Tesoro let it all out" Nico voice was as soft as silk "I'm sorry I'm so sor-" he cut me off by kissing me lightly "You don't need to apologize love. Bu-" he kissed me again "No buts, now do you want to go to the Hades cabin. Yeah that sounds great, " I replied.

Nico and I headed towards the Hades cabin. He opened the door and led me to his bed. It was a queen bed about 2 feet above the ground. The sheets were a dark gray, the pillows were covered in black silk and he had a giant black quilt that touched the floor. I sat down first and took off my shirt and shoes. After he took off his shoes and aidiver jacket he joined me. "So we can either talk about it or go to sleep" Nico asked, "Let's sleep. Ok Will" he laid down and pulled the quilt up after a few seconds I joined him under the covers. My head was on his chest and his head was on top of mine.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

i've got a photo of my mom in my wallet that's folded in half and an odd shape. she cut herself out of the actual photo it came from. didn't like how old she looked, how many wrinkles showed up under the noontime sun. teen me picked it out of the trash and kept it in case i needed a way to show people the person was i traveling with- since i didn't speak enough of her birth language to explain in words

thirty year old me looks at it now and just, stares at her. she's not looking at the camera. she's looking down at one of those wooden marimba instruments someone at set out at the fair we were visiting that day. her hair's a bit static-y. she's smiling a little. her hands are tapping on the wooden tab thingies, and the silver bracelet we buried her with is shining on her left wrist. she's glowing, kinda. very tan like she always got in summer, especially showing against her white tank top and white jacket blouse thing. the shoulder straps of her backpack are showing. she did a lot of traveling in her teens / 20s, always with no money, often walking or hitchhiking. she always carried a backpack. always wore snazzy blue jeans. she looks great. 60 something years old at the time. she looks happy. i miss her

[kanencrow]

Hello! Can I request a separate vi and clem x reader where reader knows how to give tattoos, has a stick and poke thingy and gives them a tattoo, big or small or whatever the design an they love it and give her one too?

Stick 'N Poke - The Walking Dead | Headcanon

A/N: Of course! Been meaning to write this! Sorry for the wait.

SUMMARY: Clementine and Violet (Separated) with an S/O who knows how to give people tattoos with a stick and poke kit.

WARNINGS: Needles, swearing, slight fluff.

WORD COUNT: 1203

CLEMENTINE

There was one night in particular, where Clementine made a quick joke about you giving her a tattoo somewhere on her body. Since you had told her in the past that you owned a stick and poke kit – and it just so happened to be inside your backpack, she assumed that you were someone who wasn’t ignorant when it came to adorning a persons’ skin with permanent ink. Of course, when she first mentioned it, you made sure to let her know that it wasn’t going to feel nice, but she was quick to shrug off your statement and say something along the lines of I’ll be fine. It can’t hurt that bad. And, well… y’know… it definitely didn’t feel good when it came to actually getting the tattoo pricked into her flesh. 

“Ow – fuck! Babe, ease up, will you?” 

“Clem, I have to go this hard so it doesn’t fade,” you replied. You didn’t take a moment to stop and meet your girlfriends’ eyes, but if you did, you would have seen the slight glare she gave you as you continued jabbing the ink-covered needle into her skin. 

Every few moments, you would find yourself stopping so you could wipe away some of the blood that seeped from the little incisions you created, and it certainly did get to a point where you felt a little bad for her. Especially when she started letting out quiet sounds of affliction. Luckily for her, you made the decision to stop a few times and give her breaks in between the pain, which was something she would have kissed you for, if you weren’t busy jamming the tip of a sharp pen into her flesh. The only real issue was actually finishing up the tattoo. When it came to resuming the session, she was very hesitant to agree to being touched by the needle in your hand. She told you it hurt like crazy, and so you attempted to come up with a compromise. 

If she let you continue, then she could give you any tattoo she wanted.

She immediately agreed. 

In the end, the tattoo you gave her was the outline of a grizzly bear's body. She always acted like a momma bear to AJ whenever you saw her being a parental figure to the boy, so when you suggested that as an idea, she immediately agreed to it. The tattoo sounded very sentimental to her, and she decided to have it go on her upper bicep. Of course, she had to take off her hoodie to allow you access to that part of her body, and you accidentally ended up noticing the branding she got from David’s group in turn. She told you to put it on her untouched arm the moment she noticed your stare, and you knew she wanted it there, so she could use the tattoo as a way to deflect people’s attention away from the burn scar she wasn’t proud of. 

You made sure to assure her that she was just as beautiful. 

Branding or not, she was the same wonderful soul. 

You almost made her cry.

Anyways.

The tattoo she gave you in return was an orange, but the end product made you almost die of laughter. You told her that it looked like a blob, and as a comeback, she jokingly called you a blob (rude), before she started cracking up too, when she ended up actually seeing the clearly scuffed tattoo she gave you. It sat on your wrist, which made it very noticeable to anyone who knew you. You told her you loved it, though. And then you made a mental note to make it look more like the fruit a little bit later. 

You couldn’t blame her lack of skill, though. She was a beginner at tattooing someone’s body.

VIOLET

When you and Violet were having a conversation, you had mindlessly been moving around your room, and when you opened up your drawer to store your knife, the blonde had unintentionally spotted your tattoo kit, just lying there, completely untouched. Her eyes couldn’t help but narrow in that moment, and naturally, she asked you about your expertise in inking up someone’s body. The question completely derailed the original talk you and her were having, and you couldn’t help but flinch your features in surprise as you turned around and asked her where that sudden query had come from. 

She just pointed at the drawer and stated that she had seen your tattoo kit. You felt like a kid being judged by their parent for a split second when you noticed her furrowed stare. But that didn’t last long, when she quickly shifted into curiosity and asked if you could give her a tattoo. Of course, you were a little caught off guard by the idea, but it didn’t take much for you to agree to the idea, when you eventually shrugged your shoulders and turned around to grab the small little box of supplies.

Honestly, Violet underestimated her own pain threshold. At first, the idea of you giving her a crescent moon tattoo behind her ear wasn’t something she was entirely fazed by. It was a tiny mockup of a moon phase, which meant it would be a quick session on your part. And although it was, that didn’t mean that affliction was miniscule. You could tell she was in pain, as you sat close to her and held her jaw to keep her from pulling away from you. She was very jittery, and you had to force her to stay still so you wouldn’t mess up. 

“Just a few more pricks, and then you can take a break,” you stated.

Violet let out a disgruntled whine at the umpteenth jab of the needle into her skin, before she side-eyed you with a slight glare. “This better look good, or I’m gonna be pissed.” You huffed a laugh in response to her subtle threat, and then pulled the pen away from your girlfriends’ skin. 

When she turned her head to look your way, you sent her an innocent smile. “Remember, Vi. You were the one who asked for this.” Your tone was sweet and thoughtful, but she could only scoff in reply to your words, which made you shrug your shoulders, while you let her have a moment to recollect her strength. 

She slightly resented you at the end, even if she was the one that asked you to give her a tattoo. The end product looked great, she thought, and you tried to make her feel better by letting her give you a sun tattoo. She was the one to suggest that as the subject of your tattoo, and you couldn’t hold yourself back from teasing her a little bit. You thought it was cute that she wanted you to be the sun to her moon. You got it done behind your ear, too, and you complained just as much about the pain as she did, which forced the blonde to hit you with the same statement you said to her. 

You were the one who asked for this. 

And even though that wasn’t entirely true, you still agreed with the statement.

Hope everyone had a good New Years! To 2023!

I hope it's wonderful and full of nothing but positivity for all of you!

[cryptid-moose]

tattoo hcs for psych characters

Shawn: - Has a shitty, partially faded stick n poke tattoo of a pineapple on his ankle he did when he was 18 or 19 and couldn't afford to get a professional one done - He also has his mom's birthday tattooed on his wrist (professionally done this time), first line in roman numerals, the second in regular english numbers. Having that little reminder of his mom helps him during times when his mental health gets really bad. - Sometime after Henry gets shot Shawn considers getting his dads bday on his other wrist, idk if he went through with it or not tho.

Gus: - Gus doesn't have tattoos cause if his mother were to ever find out it would break her christian heart....and also she'd probably murder him lol /nsrs - He almost got a tattoo when he was drunk, but he bailed out at the last second. This actually happens quite often. - If he did end up getting a tattoo I'd like to imagine it'd be something space themed :)

Juliet: - Has this really cool floral design with lots of big flowers on the back of her shoulder - She wants to get DOZENS of other tattoos but currently hasn't found the time to schedule an appointment, especially cause most of the tattoos she wants to get done would take multiple, hours long sessions

Carlton: - He, unfortunately, committed the cardinal sin of getting your partner's name tattooed. He's got his ex-wife Victoria's name in a fancy font across his collarbone, probably another attempt to save his marriage -He's going to tattoo removal sessions tho thank god -His pain tolerance is usually higher than most people (he literally drank scalding hot coffee without screaming out in pain lmao), but getting a tattoo makes him so physically uncomfortable that i dont think he'd every get one again, despite how fun getting a tattoo of his favorite gun sounds lol.

Buzz: - Buzz canonically has had a Baha Men tattoo (removed), although this was according to Shawn so you can take that information with a grain of salt lol - Probably has a silly little lineart doodle of an alien somewhere - He and Francine have little matching tattoos of baby ducks <3, Buzz's has a cowboy hat and Francine's has a Wild Rag (the bandana thingies), the artstyle is very similar to the soft fluffy artstyle you see in older children's books, kinda like peter rabbit (but not quite peter rabbit) - Little banana wearing a cowboy hat 💪, Buzz likes cowboys and their hats - A couple doodles of his pets - He's like Kurtis Conner except not edgy (i dont actually think Kurtis is edgy thats just the only way i can describe the difference between them and their tattoos lmao)

Karen: - Has an Iris flower tattoo on her upper arm dedicated to her daughter - Probably has a book/movie quote somewhere - Other than that i don't really see her as being much of a tattoo person, she only ever gets tattoos if its something super meaningful to her

Woody: - Woody has a y2k style hello kitty tramp stamp, why? cause i think it would be funny as hell HSUADFVHUFE - He got it completely seriously too, was a gift from a "tattoo artist friend" (random guy he barely knows who bought a tattoo gun on amazon) - The linework is awful, Woody has never actually fully seen the tattoo, he just took the guy's word for it when he told woody it looked sick as hell. - Has shown it off to everyone at the sbpd, no one has the heart or guts to tell him how bad it looks, Lassiter almost did but Chief Vick stopped him - Has genuinely never occurred to him to ask someone to take a photo of it for him so he can properly see it

Henry: - You'd think he'd have a tattoo but surprisingly he doesn't yet - He would've gotten one already if not for the fact hes very indecisive about that stuff, the whole "drawing that will stay on your body for the rest of your life thing" is a lot of pressure for him - He just worries about getting something that he'll end up hating a few years down the line - Has considered getting a tattoo dedicated to Shawn on multiple occasions, but then Shawn pisses him off once more and he drops the idea again for another couple months lmao

[sharlmbracta]

i can't help but think that the two firelords in aang's fever dream would've been ozai's previous, early-staged designs, from the concept of the "firelord" to the concept of "ozai"

1.

this guy literally has fire shaped eyebrows and a fire nation insignia (or what it used to be?) stuck on his forehead. his blatant (stereotypical?) theme from his appearance is powerhungry(small eyes, bulky form), greedy-arrogant(eating grapes as a symbol?), brute-forced(war-themed clothing). I think this could be the very first design of him when creating the first idea of the "ultimate hero" and the "ultimate villain". The marks of the "first" can also be seen from the clothing design (the scarf? napkin? thingy around his chest) and simple color choices (simple red with simple yellow).

also you can see that he was agreed to have a very long and thin beard from the beginning which would feed on the "wisdom" "intelligence" and "strength" propaganda

2.

again, simple red and simple yellow.

clothing looks rather flashy, which means this look of him was also made at early stages of development and the atla fashion in general hasn't yet been stabilized. (: the flair in his wrists and the thing that goes across his shoulders to his chest. makes no sense. the top half looks like a flashy sleeping robe while the bottom half looks like... an outdoor activity metal skirt?)

he looks older than the previous one. does he? he looks more manipulative though. i think this is where his "slick tongue" personality was established bc a narrow eyes, narrow eyebrows character design kinda points to a stereotypical "rat person". i think. again long beard. that points to his high status or whatever.

this design looks like it was given to an earthbending trainer who haggled on money rather than actual teaching, who was assigned by toph's parents to be her earthbending teacher

3.

this is the very first time his face is actually shown. in seasons 1 and 2, his face was intentionally hidden, probably a tactic to bubble up the audience as "what could a monster like him look like 😱".

but ironically, he's a very normal looking guy. in fact, the most normal looking guy the designers could ever make intentionally. No part of him that could make anyone go "yep this is the face of the villain." this design of him is meant to convey that looks are often the most deceiving to your judgement. this ALSO shows when the gaang finds his baby picture in his beach house on ember island and mistake him for baby zuko.

it represents that everyone can go crazy with propaganda and an insane amount of power. like aang said, how everyone is capable of "great evil" and "great good".

taking katara's quote on the baby picture, "but he looks so sweet and innocent": his "innocent" look acts like a mask he puts on, as well as the mask of neutral expression, on top of the mask of his slick tongue.

the only thing that changes from here on is the frame of his face for anatomy i guess

below is also an impacting scene in my viewpoint:

how his face contorts from this

to this

in less than a second at azula's proposition of "burning it all to the ground". shows him that he's able to mask everything as he want it to, especially about stuff like neutral-face and power-face as that is NOT his ego-high power-tripping face:

THIS is his ego-high power-tripping face

and this is him putting back on his slick face right after a moment of being unable to mask his shock-rage and consequently rage-stripping himself

"now the universe delivers you to me like an 💅act 💅 of 💅 providence 💅" yep the providence that single-handedly blew your fucking ship up

also i forgot that the scene right after defeating ozai existed, i forgot how much of a drama queen he is:

"i'm STILL ALIVE"

and "i AM the phOEnix KING"

ok girlie fellow girlie

one more thing: he sounds genuinely proud of zuko when he commends him for "slaying" the avatar. and he reprimands aang for being "weak even with all the power in the world". looks like he really does think everything around power and ONLY power. hmm, i wonder who taught him that, hmm? tragic.

[tetsunabouquet]

Jonathan Christopher Fray, how he would have been like (Headcanon)

A/N: Alright, remember when I said that whilst I'll mainly do KNB content, I want to branch out to other fandoms on occasion? This is one of those!

Now for the Shadowhunter fandom; my headcanons are usually me picking any topic I have a headcanon about for a character, whether its a subtle element I feel like others are missing, a character analysis kind of thingy, where I can see them in the future that sort of thing.

So hereby, I'll dedicate myself to Jonathan Christopher Fray, the boy Sebastian should have been. Here are my headcanon's for a version of him where he never was experimented on by Valentine and grew up with Clary in New York.

-He's actually the total opposite of his father. Whilst confident, he's a total sweetheart and a caring brother. I mean, we have seen Sebastian from Thule, and how all of his humanity has burned away in that world. Yet even then, he's more generous of a father and spoils his kid way more then he's ever been. If he can do things better then Valentine when he's pretty much a demon now- just think of how good of a soul Jonathan actually must have been. For it to have hold out against Lilith's demon's blood for at least 17 years also makes me think he has a very strong will. -He's the perfect older brother, Clary is very lucky. -Jonathan and Simon actually also get along pretty well. I have a suspision he'd actually could be convinced to game with Simon considering he did allow Ash to game. -In regards to the topic of gaming, by the time Jace would come around, the three of them would have annual gaming sessions. They even have their own mancave for doing so. -Alec and Magnus, tease them for it on occasion. -On occasion, Luke supplies them with beer as they decided to use Jonathan's old room as the mancave (he moved into the Institute). -Considering Jonathan grew up happily alongside Clary in this perfect world, he's actually fond of Luke. He considers Luke the father figure and role model he needed, and is glad he was raised by Luke instead of Valentine every day. -Actually also would have picked up some form of artistic pursuit.  With Jocelyn being a painter and Valentine having had carving skills, it's very much possible Clary isn't the only talented one. I have a feeling he would have been into ceramics, considering the way it can feature both sculpting and painting. -I literally have this scenario for a one shot in my head about him and the reader having a cute pottery date, with him trying to teach the reader, since being introduced to the concept of him in City of Heavenly Fire. -Considering his resemblance to Valentine, Jace pretty much was onto them being related right away, yet it did not stop him from falling in love with Clary anyway. He went into the tormented anguish of thinking he's in love with his sister right away. -After finding out the truth, Jonathan did not object fo Clary and Jace even though he found it a bit weird at first as Jace was still their adopted brother. -I imagine he's actually not too keen on fighting. Now, don't get me wrong he's still fighting alongside everyone when necessary but I can imagine he'd actually feel some responsibility being Valentine's son, and trying to work for Downworlders's rights politically rather then being active on patrols all the time.  -Valentine totally would have loathed everything he'd stand for. -Considering his pranking of Valentine, Jonathan totally has a mischievous, prankster streak. Especially when he was a young boy, he was a force to be reckoned with. -And he'd target any kid bullying Clary. -Which often got him into trouble. Jocelyn had to be called by the headmaster more then once. -But because he was a sweet, adorable boy they'd often just end up giving him a slap on the wrist. He definitely has that in common with Valentine, but sometimes Jonathan just creates too big of a mess to ignore. -Like, any April Fools. -Clary very much tries everything in her power to stay away from him during April Fools. He definitely got her good more then once when they were kids. -His creativity only makes it worse. -Jonathan was the one to carry the rings on Jocelyn and Luke's wedding. -And unlike Sebastian who's fashion sense is influenced by Valentine, these sort of occasions are the only time you'll spot Jonathen wearing a suit. Considering he's an artist, and probably wants comfort on the days were he isn't fighting, he dresses very casually.

[zuppizup]

Little Moments 5.0

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“Come on, Rayla!” Soren yells from the water, beckoning her in.

Objectively, she can see it looks fun. The Tidebound kids are playing some kind of game with them and their funny sail boat thingies. Callum is manipulating the winds as they bark orders at him. These Tidebounds haven’t had much interaction with Skywings but once they realised Callum could raise the winds, they began to pester him all day long, only letting up with Moon rise when it is her turn to be the object of their obsession.

She laughs at them, waving dismissively at Soren but not moving from her spot in the shade.

“Come on! The water’s great!” Soren insists, wading a little closer to shore. “What’s up? We’ve been here for days and-”

Callum leans over and grabs him by the wrist, obviously speaking quietly.

Flushing, Rayla looks down, embarrassed that Callum clearly feels the need to explain her ridiculous aversion to water. Surely Soren noticed how absurdly sea sick she was on the way over? But then not everyone who gets sea sick is also terrified of water.

She hopes Soren doesn’t tease her about this. It’s humiliating enough that Callum and Ezran know.

Soren frowns a little, then nods at Callum. He glances very unsubtly at Rayla, then lunges for the little raft Ezran and a number of other kids are on and she relaxes a fraction.

Callum looks back at her, his face unreadable for a second, before he smiles softly at her. She smiles a little awkwardly in return, nodding her thanks. He looks back at the playing party, draws a rune and does a spell. Rayla can hear the screams of delight from the kids from where she is and she smiles a little broader. Callum then turns and begins wading back towards shore and she finds herself flushing once again. Is he getting out?

To talk to her?

She pulls her legs up close to her chest and tries to quell the butterflies fluttering rapidly in her stomach. Callum’s only wearing some sort of Tidebound swimming costume, most of his legs and all of his torso bare. And while she’s been unashamedly looking from her position on the beach, she’s not sure how she’s going to keep herself from doing or saying something embarrassing if he comes and sits next to her.

He’s changed a lot since she’s been away, got taller and broader (especially across his shoulders) but it’s painfully obvious since they’ve been here and the warm weather has pushed them all to strip down into lighter clothing. His skin has grown tan in the sun and more than once she’s found herself distracted by the cute dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks.

Stepping out of the water, he pushes his wet hair back with one hand while he draws a rune with the other. A little whirlwind swirls around him briefly and he looks much drier when it melts into the breeze. His hair is ruffled and she laughs as he tries to tame it while he strolls to join her.

“Hi.” He smiles as she shuffles across on the sea grass mat to make room for him.

“Hi.” She resolutely looks into his eyes, beyond conscious of his bare skin. Is she looking at his face too much though? Maybe she should look around a little? Look at the kids or the sea or even the trees giving them shelter? She’s definitely looking at him too much, her floundering to appear normal has now gone on way too long. Awkwardly, she points at the group in the water. “Having fun?”

Callum turns to look at where she’s pointing, snorting softly. “Yeah, I guess. It’s pretty tiring though. They don’t let up.”

Rayla snorts, laughing as Soren fights his way onto the raft, standing proud for a moment before falling in with a yelp and a splash. “Dummy.”

“You don’t have to hang around, you know? It’s safe here. Soren and I can keep an eye on Ezran.”

She looks over at him but Callum’s still watching the action in the water. It doesn’t sound like he wants her to leave, but a part of her worries all the same.

That’s not why she’s sitting here. She knows he and Soren are capable of taking care of Ezran. Even though she can’t partake in their fun, it feels a little like she’s part of it, even from all the way back on the beach. “I like it here.” Her eyes drift to his shoulder and a small scar across his upper arm. She doesn’t remember that from before. It’s raised slightly, and a little lighter than the skin around it. Old, she thinks. Maybe it’s more prominent now, the underlying muscle more developed and defined.

Callum turns to look at her, starting a little when he catches her staring. She feels her cheeks go bright pink as she tries to decide between apologising and pretending she wasn’t openly gawking at him. Instead she looks back to the water, the continued yelling a good excuse for distraction.

“You’re okay by yourself?” He sounds concerned but she’s still too red in the face to look directly at him and see what sort of expression he has.

“Na, I’m not by myself.” She grins, stretching out her legs and nodding at Stella snoozing on her back beside her.

Callum doesn’t respond and she glances over at him, more than surprised to see his eyes wide and mouth open just a little as he stares at her bare legs.

She feels herself flush again, shifting unconsciously which seems to bring Callum back to his senses. He jumps, glancing at her and very obviously cringing when he finds her looking at him. He snaps his mouth shut, looking away.

“Em, sorry.” He flushes, grimacing awkwardly when he looks back at her.

Struggling to hide her own smile, Rayla glances down, looking back at him shyly. She doesn’t know what to say, so she just shrugs as she tries not to giggle. It’s not like she’s offended. Not by a long shot. It’s… nice to think he might be as affected by her as she is by him.

Callum sighs shakily, and she can see he’s trying to pretend he’s not laughing too.

They sit side by side, making a play of attempting to watch the antics on the water and not each other.

Continued: Little Moments 6.0

Also on AO3: Little Moments 5.0

[creatorbiaze]

Hehe thanks! Also Are you still working on that AU post thingy where the most important information is shown? Because I might need some explainers on their personalities, it’s easier to make outfits when you have an idea on why and how they would wear their clothes!

OH YEAH THAT

I can just give you descriptions here if thatz fine <3

Salhan Deities (basically all the ones i listed except for Doomsday, Sidera, and Exeveru) in general tend to have somewhat simple outfits (aka not much jewelry) due to seeing themselves as technically just normal people, & long sleeves / multiple layers bc it's c o l d

Snow Sky- she's playful but chill, if that makes sense. She's a Royal , so she really should have somewhat less simple clothes tbh. Her kingdom focused on light clothes, unlike most of Salha (light blues, purples, whites, mostly)

Path Changer - they like pastel colors and get cold easily since their home kingdom is closer to the equator.

Vizerxa - She's calm and calculating, wanting her clothes to be practical & easy to move in, and doesn't wear jewelry much. She overheats easily, so her jacket's the most extra layers she'll have bc she refuses to take it off. she prefers dark colors, and likes purple

Genesis - honestly would look for something easy to fight in & easy to wash blood out. They like reds & dark colors, and don't see a point for jewelry due to poor eyesight. they'd possibly wear a necklace they can fidget with, though

Videns - she mimics the people around her, so her outfit & behavior tend to have aspects of other people's. She also loves shiny things, but doesn't wear bracelets much since they start to get itchy on her wrists. She also does science a lot & loves mildly dangerous experiments, but also doesn't really. do caution.

Clara - Clara's really calm & quiet. she focuses on material the most. if something's soft, warm, and comfortable, she's happy lol. Also, she bakes a lot

Doomsday - Doomsday's suprisingly calm, and loves snakes. They're based on moths & snakes, so both appear in their design a lot (ex; snake tattoos). They tend to accidentally destroy things, so they don't like wearing expensive stuff. if something's cheap , shiny, and easy to replace, they'd like it though

Sidera - Sidera's chaotic and unpredictable, and honestly her main outfit's changed a lot through rewrites. She insists on always being barefoot though, and likes blue. especially if it matches her hair, bc that's Vizerxa's least favorite color

Exeveru- Exeveru's a Guard basically, so he also would want something practical & easy to work in. He does like wearing fancier clothes sometimes, since he's a royal, and really doesn't care much about gender norms. He's worn dresses before because they're comfortable

[oblivions-dawn]

HELLO!! For the 500 words passage game thingy, I NEED the official directors cut on this scene:

“Aren’t you thirsty, Lady Serana?” Vigdis turned. Every pair of orange eyes stared back at her, perfectly still; a pack of wolves awaiting to descend upon their vulnerable prey. The hunter instinctively moved her freckled hand to reach for her dagger— Her wrist was snatched within a cold, firm grasp. She looked back and found Serana’s persimmon gaze, wide and pleading. Vigdis’ breaths were hard yet steady as she matched the vampire’s silent question with her own bewildered expression. Serana merely tightened her grip in response. There was no other way. “I won’t hurt you.” Vigdis twisted her arm, the inside of her wrist face-up. Serana shifted her grip; her thumb slipped beneath her sleeve and shoved the cuff back to reveal the freckled yet heavily scarred skin that lurked beneath. The vampire’s nail traced the faint blue veins that streaked across the rosy flesh, stiff under her touch. The hunter forced a harsh exhale through her nose as the nail pierced her skin. Blood pooled, then trickled down her arm. Serana held the chalice beneath the wound, and both watched as the ichor dripped into the spiked cup. When Serana’s grip loosened, Vigdis pulled her arm away. Her ice-blue eyes flickered to the vampire’s face, whose gaze was intensely fixed on the chalice. Serana swallowed hard, then lifted the goblet to her lips, and tilted it up. The glow of persimmon veiled in black scleras couldn’t hide the exact moment the red liquid touched her lips. Something unravelled behind those widened eyes; pupils dilated sharply, lost in a hazy fog. Then her eyes darted down, snapped back into focus as dark brows dipped in bitter concentration. She lowered the chalice, not a single stain of blood to be found on her pale lips.

IM OBSESSED W THIS PART OK SLJFLSKD

I PROMPTLY FELL BACK INTO MY CHAIR SQUEALING AND KICKING MY FEET AND DOING AN EXCITED HAND CLAPPING MOTION AND OH MY GOD I DID NOT EXPECT TO GET SLAMMED WITH ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SCENES!!

I think I've said it before, but this scene . . . wasn't planned. It wasn't even formulated until I GOT TO THIS CHAPTER. I had walked into it blind, unsure of what was going to happen and then THIS IDEA. HIT ME. LIKE A TRUCK. [You've been hit by--you've been struck by--TRUCK /ref]

And then . . . I got to writing it. And I remember distinctly struggling with the set up of the scene. I wanted it to be RIGHT, I wanted it to be PERFECT, I wanted this to be as IMMACULATE as it had been in my head. And I was so terrified of fucking it up, of ruining this moment where Vigdis, maybe for the first time, FULLY TRUSTS Serana. I needed this moment, no matter how small, to matter. Especially because this is entirely from Vigdis' point of view--we don't really know what Serana's thinking. We can guess [or I could tell you, but that's no fun], but otherwise we discern most of her thoughts based on what Vigdis perceives.

I really wanted something . . .impactful. Especially if you take this in context with what happens over the next two chapters [21 and 22, which I'm sure a lot of people recall yelling at me over]. Up until this point, things have been moving forward between them, but nothing . . . nothing like THIS. This is a moment where Vigdis is ALLOWING Serana to drink her blood. A vampire hunter! That hates vampires! LETTING A GODDAMN VAMPIRE HAVE HER FUCKING WAY. And, unbeknownst to Vigdis, it is the second time Serana is tasting her blood.

But this time, it is completely willing. And Vigdis is putting all of her trust in this one person. Because she wants to believe there is someone that won't hurt her. That won't disappear. She wants to know what Serana means by those words and if she'll follow through. And by the gods, she fucking does. Also, yes, it's intentionally sensual, too, because it's their real first moment of touching each other in a way that isn't . . . harsh. It's gentle, it's soft, it's. HHHHH. This is. Definitely one of my Top 10 moments with them. I'm just as obsessed about it as you are trust me LKJDFLKGJLKDFJGKLDFJG

Also it was important that Vigdis tried to react first and then was stopped. Again, showing their progress and how much they've both come to trust each other, whether they like it or not, just because they had already been through so fucking MUCH at this point. And this was one of those moments where, for a moment, I wanted it to seem as though they were the only two in the room. I hope I accomplished that, hehe. It was really about their silent conversation, Vigdis' admission, and Serana doing her absolute damnedest to keep her instincts under control. It was a test of extreme trust on both sides and I think they passed.

[libertasforte]

The biggest piece of evidence pointing towards Arlecchino being playable is that she looks like Eula. I think Genshin pavlovian trains its users to find certain patterns of traits sexy, for example Nilou looks like Childe and is playable, Yelan looks like Xingqiu and is playable. Chongyun -> Shenhe. Razor -> Cyno. (It's like a Pokemon evolution. After all, Genshin is sexy Pokemon, and is also better than Pokemon, unlike how it is worse than BoTW) Also Arlecchino is reminiscent of Signora, and people who have salt that she died will be conditioned for her too. From there I theorize that she will almost die and people will be so happy that she lived that we forgive her Btw, why is she designed so much like Zhongli? There's another one Zhongli vs Arlecchino: Long hair on left (their right) side Rat tail (low ponytail) with prominent hairpiece Flaring collar with pin thingie Shiny cross/diamond below neck Heavy cuffs around wrists Black/gloved hands She has bands underneath her coat on her upper arms the same as Zhongli Accents around waist on back (especially underneath coat) Cross/diamond shape on back Cross/diamond shape in eyes She's wearing makeup, as is Zhongli She also looks like Yelan underneath the coat, and Yelan has a Fatui coat on her back in the same shape as Arlecchino's... With those Xingqiu rainsword like looking blades... You heard it here first guys, Arlecchino is a pyro Yelan and a Xiangling sidegrade

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

No one. absolutely no one: .....

Me: Tavra’s style of sword fighting, in the one real example we see of it, shows a focus on finesse and point control- instead of singularly hacking or blocking, like Naia and Tae do, Tavra both deflects and disarms her larger and stronger opponent by cutting at skekSa’s claws, successfully flipping the Skeksis’ sword out of her grip and over a nearby cliff’s edge.

Me: This either shows that her sword is one capable of fine point control, implying that the sword’s balance is more towards to hilt, or that Tavra is skilled enough in the techniques of single opponent dueling to make up for her weapon’s innate design.

Me: That she knew she could disarm skekSa by targeting her hand without resorting to fully chopping off said hand, as Tae did, suggests Tavra is well aware of what damage to a sword wielder’s fingers can do to their ability to continue holding their sword.

Me: This in turn suggests she is used to combat where disarming rather than drastically maiming or killing your opponent is expected, again possibly matching up with duels of honor where dominance through the exhibition of greater skill decides the victor, possibly with rules regarding an instant lost if your sword is taken from you.

Me: She also makes good use of extreme maneuverability, “wing work” instead of “foot work”, evading all three of her opponent’s remaining hands despite skekSa’s much greater reach and fury. Her awareness of the local air currents- terrain for a woman with wings- also is sharp, as she uses the wind to power her own swift backward evasion while retreating safely out of skekSa’s wild swatting attacks.

Me: So much movement would not match well with fighting in close formations or with groups of others, or in densely foliaged or cramped spaces such as jungle or a ship’s deck. It would be a good match for open landscapes with strong wind currents, like the mountain sides or cliffs of her home, and for a woman fighting alone or who’s role is to completely distract and occupy a specific opponent while luring it away from her fellows.  

Me: This might explain why Naia and Tae remained more earth bound, being used to swamp and ships respectively, with Tae using her wings for a single preplanning diving attack, while Tavra takes to the air and remains there the moment she replaces them both in the fight.

Me: did you think i was going somewhere with this? NO!

Me: WAIT YES ACTUALLY

Me: book Tavra’s sword should look more like her one from the TV show, with the hand protection D guard thingy and more weight towards the hilt, and a single edged blade that can block blows on it’s spine while still cutting and stabbing

Me: her swords should NOT look like it does on the cover of book 3, with a short leaf blade meant for increasing chopping power meaning loss of point control and most weight up near the blade tip, especially paired with that simple and skimpy guard that does basically NOTHING this sword makes sense if it’s made out BRONZE or if you’re got a shield or spear, it is NOT a weapon of someone who fights like TAVRA DOES

Me: Also, the fact Tae is able to sever a larger opponents wrist with one cut from her dagger implies said dagger is either on the larger side or heavier side.

Me: That Onica's blade is called a "dirk" instead might suggest that it, unlike Tae's dagger, is not designed mainly for combat, and might be more along the lines of a highland dirk or bollocks dagger, with a single-edge multipurpose but still perfectly deadly blade and no hand protection to get caught on clothing or rigging lines while in use on her ship.

Me: Presumably, since Naia got her "knife" from her brother while he was in service as a guard in the castle, and she uses it later to fend off possessed NOT! Tavra's body while it was attacking with a sword, book Naia's knife is somewhere between Tae's dagger and Onica's dirk, possibly with some form of handguard, more than as seen in the TV show version, and maybe a bit longer blade with a single edge and dropped point to make it a tool as well instead of dedicated weapon like the word "dagger" when used in contrast sometimes implies- a knife capable of parrying or catching attacks with as well as for fighting your opponent in close quarters or more general day to day use.

Me: ok im done now

[da-millerrrrr]

it done!

“Hey, Pops?”

Hearing his name (or nickname, he supposed) being called for the third time, Osvald V. Vanstein looked up from his copy of The Natural History of the Crestlands. He looked around for a moment, unable to pinpoint the source of the voice he had just heard.

“Pops, up here!”

Perched atop one of the taller trees in Beastling Village was young Ochette, one of the core members of the group that Osvald had been journeying with.

“What is it, Ochette?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking a bit. How do you do your magic stuff?”

Osvald raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Well, when I use mine, it’s like,” she paused for a moment, “It’s like I’m reaching out to Toto’haha. I ask them for help, and they answer. And when I do those tricks that Aggie and Nene taught me, it’s like I’m asking the wind, or the night sky.”

To demonstrate, the beastling flicked out her wrist and released an outline of a bird in lightning. Predictably, it found purchase near the feet of a beastling that was walking by, who shouted something in a language that Osvald wasn’t familiar with. Ochette responded in kind in an apologetic tone, and the pair struck up a short but lively conversation.

“They’re such a nice guy. Getting back on topic, though,” she dropped out of the tree, “When you do your cool magic stuff, it’s all bookish, and has those crazy helixes, and is all explosion-y! What’s up with that?”

That was a most interesting question. “Well, there is a mathematical explanation for how I perform magic, but judging by the last time we tried math together -”

“Hey, I wasn’t too bad at those ‘variable’ thingies you were talking about!”

“- I think it would be best if we did it some other way. What say you to trying to learn some of my spells? The formulas aren’t especially complex.”

Ochette’s eyes went wide. “You’d really do that for me? Wow! Thanks, Pops!”

Osvald chuckled. “Excited about mathematics again, are we? Well, let’s start with some basic lightning spells. Those should come naturally to you.”

also thank you so much for the prompt, this was a ton of fun and i'll definitely be doing this again (not sure if its much good, but hey. new medium new skillset, y'know)

CHAOTIC I LOVE THIS IM CHEWING ON THIS SO HARD