#from Cici

[your-lovely-ghost]

I need more caregiver friends.

[izanori]

the same thing in 2 colors, because i think it would be unpleasant to view on tumblr if i posted one alone

read it from left->right :-]

[kaleidoru]

biker mice from mars biker lions from saturn

[fbfh]

Do you still write for Dave Lizewski? I loved what you've written for him so far!

FUCK yes I do. Listen there's a lot I could say about Dave, but one thing that is NEVER addressed is how deeply rooted and repressed his mommy issues are. I'm sorry, your mom dies in front of you and you're just... not affected by it??? bullshit!!!!!!! Dave CRAVES a soft gentle touch, a divine feminine aura. Even if you're not a girl, if you just take care of him gently and look at him with a soft fondness he will fold SO fast. and yes having a nice rack (while not necessary) will help with this a lot. and by a nice rack I mean literally just having anything on your chest. flat tits, huge tits, lopsided tits, fake tits, real tits, literally ANYTHING. even if your tits are practically nonexistent he WILL still be trying to grope and suck on them. and he WILL succeed. nothing in this world can stop this boy from drooling over you.

after a particularly long night full of stopping some muggers, making sure the town drunk doesn't fight anyone, and helping some college girls get home safe, he shows up at your place, a little bumped and bruised but not majorly injured. you greet him with this soft, understanding smile and bring him up to your bathroom. It's all clean and soapy and smells like you, and he immediately starts to relax. you help him take off his suit and he tries not to get hard from the feeling of your warm hands getting him out of his suit and exposing his skin to the cool air. you start inspecting him to see how bad he's hurt - because of all his nerve damage he doesn't always notice how bad his injuries are.

you smooth his hair and praise him, listen to him talk about his night patrolling the neighborhood. worry flashes across across your face as you see the scratches all over his face and arms.

"Oh, uh, Mrs. Landsberg's cat got stuck..." He trails off sheepishly while you smile and put disinfectant on his nicks and scrapes.

"Look at you, helping little old ladies and rescuing cats from trees." you coo playfully.

"Well, she got stuck in the attic crawl space, but..." he shrugs with another blush, feeling all proud and sheepish from your praise.

"Close enough."

you press a kiss to his nose.

"now all you need is a job at the daily planet."

Dave was so sore and tired after tonight that he felt like he'd need days to recover. but after 10 minutes with you, you already have him laughing and feeling like himself again. Dave doesn't know what he did to luck out and have you in his life, but he thinks about you all the time. If he's not physically with you (or texting you or calling you or snapping you or lurking on your social media accounts or reading through your old texts or looking through the folder of pictures and videos he has of you saved in his phone or-) he's thinking about you all the time. he even dreams about you every night. no matter how much time he spends with you, he always wants more. Dave is definitely in the sex isn't enough I need to crawl inside your skin club.

[crescentfool]

he made a cookie but then he ate it...

[momochimchim]

Did I.... Did i show you these OCs yet guys???

[seiwas]

here for your game!! i am kindly asking for megumi and royal au!! 💗 hope you’re doing well sel!!

cici!! thanks for playing with me 🥺 this was so fun to think about! i hope you’re doing well too 🥺

megumi + royal au

megumi was born to be your knight, and yuuji your prince.

at least, that was what was intended.

your mothers had all grown together in a town south of where she eventually married into. your mother and yuuji’s had both married into royalty, while megumi’s remained in the noble high class.

every summer, your families would gather on an island east of the southern sea—a place your mothers had spent their blazing summers in as maidens. it was where they could be free, without the watching eyes of their tutors from the academy.

it was where megumi’s mother had met his father, and where they eventually fell in love, then married. megumi was born in the winter, but you are certain that if he were born in the summer, his first breath would have been the crisp air of the southern sea.

the island is your second home, a place where you, megumi, and yuuji grew up together. afternoon tag games in fields of cosmos, and stargazing at night, just at the hilltop overlooking the island’s coast. it holds every memory you keep close to your chest.

you lost your first tooth there when you slammed face-first into yuuji’s back after finally catching up to him in your game of chase. yuuji ran straight back to the summer house to call for your mother, but megumi remained right there beside you, crouched low with his arm stretched out to your lips. he’d pulled his sleeves all the way down for it, offering up the fabric for you to bite into to stop the bleeding in the meantime.

memories of summer remind you of yuuji’s bright eyes, like the sun, constantly beckoning you and megumi for a day of adventure. they remind you of megumi’s, a deep blue-green that takes on light like the stars. a depth hidden in constellations; to this day, they still make you curious, and you still find yourself lost in them more times than you would admit.

you were a formidable trio, your bond unbreakable the same way your mothers’ was. a relationship grown in fondness but predestined all the same. you had an inkling early on that you and yuuji were to be paired at some point of your lives.

and you love him, yes. it is impossible not to, in some way. but you do not love him like that—for you, it has always been megumi.

since training for knighthood in your kingdom, and being orphaned from a tragic accident that killed both his parents, megumi has been by your side, his life sworn to yours.

he watches you quietly and carefully, standing close to you when you go into town. his body is but your human shield, though you know it is out of more than just his obligation when he remains on edge, even for paper cuts and needle pricks from sewing his or yuuji’s latest handkerchiefs.

megumi has a steady resolve and an even steadier hand; he would occasionally teach you the essentials of holding a knife, though you know combat training is far from what any of your tutors would want you to be doing on a sunday night.

“for your letters, and other things,” he’d penned on the note attached to his gift for your 16th birthday.

a thin, dainty thing. sharp at the tip with elegant vines at its base. a letter opener.

you do not receive as many letters as you send off, he knows that much. the only letters you write are for him and yuuji, but even those are different in nature; yuuji’s often come in elegant envelopes, wax-sealed with his family crest. megumi’s, however, are on papers torn in haste, folded to be slipped discreetly into his pockets, or to be slid right underneath his door.

‘and other things’ he had said, and you are certain he means ‘for your protection, when i cannot be there’. it fits perfectly into the palm of your hand and is light enough for you to carry wherever you go. he has given you enough lessons for you to know how to use it when you need to.

marriage is a topic you have yet to fully speak to your parents about. they have never imposed it on you, knowing full well there is no rush, especially when your father is not so particular about political alliances. but ever since you were young, you have always known it was predestined to be yuuji.

but again, that was what was intended.

during the tail end of your 17th spring, the gojo family put out a hunt. the royal family only comprised the lone gojo king, his own parents now retired and out of the political scene—and he needed an heir.

to your surprise, the king himself appeared on your family’s doorstep, carefully assessing all the boys in your household.

then, his blue eyes landed right next to you, to the boy who has always been right by your side; the boy who has sworn his life to yours by knighthood.

“you,” the gojo king points.

your megumi.

you freeze, gripping the letter opener behind you. you don’t know how to feel; you can’t tell if this is a good thing or not.

would he have to leave?

the gojo kingdom is further up north, and surely megumi cannot reign as its prince if he is away from it.

megumi looks at the king, then at you.

what do you do?

[punzoclown]

CHARM PREORDERS JUST ADDED TO THE OL ETSY SHOP !! blew off some of the dust off my etsy shop for 2 new charms !! they're up right now and will be up for preorder until SEPTEMBER 9th !!!!! international shipping SHOULD WORK THIS TIME !!! i know last time i was unable to for whatever reason despite etsy giving me the thumbs up for it but now i think im able to !! (if not though PLEASE let me know somewhere so i can see what to do to change it as im still very new to etsy and already etsy does not like me lolol </3)

[psihawaii]

whatever. mashup week megamix if the host was awesome.

[yuumebow]

CEASEFIRE NOW. 🍉

i apologise for not posting about this earlier but if ur pro israel/zionist BLOCK/UNF ME.

there are children and families dying, people without healthcare, people losing their limbs, people losing their homes, people gaining illnesses, people losing their loved ones. you cannot be neutral about this.

while your whining about a stupid oscar, while your making excuses to not reblog and help palestine, while your living ur comfortable life, PEOPLE ARE DYING. MILLIONS OF PEOPLE ARE DYING.

it does not fucking matter if you are an aesthetic blog, FUCK your aesthetics. whats more important is palestine.

raise your voice and speak loud and proud about palestine. boycott, hang up posters, buy e-sims, donate, reblog, stand with palestine

if you cant boycott or donate thats okay, but please instead spread awareness and reblog.

even if your a complete random person with no following or barely any, REBLOG AND POST ABOUT PALESTINE. spread awareness anywhere u can.

and especially if you do have a following USE YOUR VOICE. lead your followers to these resources and let them help and support palestine.

and while your at it, do your daily clicks, its easy and free and takes only less than 30 seconds, do it now.

and please check this thread of palestine resources. and look at this thread too.

poster to hang up here.

try and do the most you can for palestine. please rb, spread awareness and donate if your able to. do not stay silent about this

from river to sea, palestine will be free.

[marshmallowloves]

so Orbulon's height is...kind of a mystery??? He's shown to be tinier than everyone in the ending of Mega Microgames, but then is about the same height as Spitz in his ending cutscene in Mega Party Game$...and then in the recent games they pretty much draw him with chibi proportions. 🤔 I've seen people point out the dissonance between Smol Bean Orbulon and Tall Lanky Orbulon and wonder if he's just been shrunk over the years...

I dunno which one is supposed to be the "canon one" so my personal theory is that, since he is able to shapeshift (e.g. his various disguises), he just picks whichever proportions the given story/situation/joke calls for.

in other words, get you an alien that can do both:

[girlwonderers]

— GENERAL

Name: Taphodora Cecília Ingellvar. Only Vorgoth uses her first name, and only when she's in trouble. She goes by her middle name in her day-to-day life.

Alias: Rook, Cici, Cili, Little T (Davrin: "How do you get 'T' from 'Cecília'?" Rook: "Give me the right reagents and seven to ten days in an alchemy lab. And ask nicely.")

Gender: Whatever fits the bit; ex. gods forbid a woman do anything, unless she's being a little guy instead. She/her. Bonds with Taash over gender nonsense.

Age: ~27 (as of Veilguard, born 9:24)

Spoken Language: Trade, Low Nevarran, a smattering of Orlesian, and she's slowly picking up Elvhen thanks to lessons from Bellara and Davrin.

Sexual Orientation: ??? Probably bi.

Occupation: Mortalitasi, specifically sworn to the Mourn Watch, with a specialty in medical necromancy and exorcism. She was originally studying to be a psychagogue (which in a Watcher context means summoning and treating with spirits), but medical complications meant she wasn't able to complete the extended rituals required for most of their duties.

—FAVOURITE

Colour: She loves any jewel tone, but has a soft spot for deep purples.

Entertainment: She loves musical performances of all kinds! The Watchers sing litanies for tons of rituals, and use music as a casting tool, but Nevarra City also has some of the best concert halls and symphonies and operas on the continent. (She will grudgingly admit that the Orchestre de la Grâce de Notre-Dame in Val Royeaux is very good, but the actual hall itself is garish, and bringing up Tevinter's symphonies is a good way to start a fistfight in Nevarra.)

Pastime: Reading is the big one, both for pleasure and for research (which is also pleasure for her); unfortunately she has a genetic condition that, among other things, caused her to develop cataracts very young, and her eyesight is bad enough now that she struggles to read without a magnifier (and sometimes even then). Nevarra has its own form of tactile text, called Nachtschreiben, but it's hard to find printings of most books that use it. Eventually Bellara puts her big beautiful artificer brain to work and builds Cici a fantasy Braille reader! Aside from that, Cici also likes gardening—mostly medicinal herbs, or plants used for rituals, but she also takes great pride in her little collection of Necropolis-specific cultivars (such as the Aqua Regia, a variety of the aloe plant that actually produces water, which is essential to the infrastructure of the Necropolis).

Food: She's vegetarian (when she can be; obviously traveling the world to hunt gods means that one can't be too picky, and she won't turn down a dish with meat if it's offered since it would be rude, but she never allows a life to be taken purely for her own use if she can help it). That said: literally anything with bread and cheese. Rarebit? That Tevene dish Bellara and Neve talk about that I cannot remember the name of to save my life? Any kind of cheesy pasta? Fuck yes.

Drink: Coffee (she's not enough of a snob to meet Lucanis's approval; she's a tired overworked academic, but she does have higher standards than Neve). She can also make enough comments about Nevarran wines to get by at work functions.

— HAVE THEY...

Passed University: Yes. Emphatically. With honors. (Even if she's a junior Watcher, the Mourn Watch is the most prestigious order of any in the Mortalitasi.) Though given that the Necropolis is her place of work, study, and residence rolled all into one, Cici (along with most of the Watchers) considers herself a lifetime student. Her current 'degree' (I'm still pondering what titles would be conferred upon completing a particular course of study) took her roughly 14 years to complete, though the first part of that was the basic certificate of mastery (similar to a Master of the Arts in medieval universities).

Had Sex: Yep! With some regularity, prior to going wolf-hunting with Varric and Harding. Necromancers in general and Watchers in particular tend to be a special blend of "inured to the concept of nudity" and "slightly more socially isolated than might be considered healthy" that means romps with coworkers don't raise eyebrows. She was too busy (and stressed, and grieving, and—) to be interested while roadtripping across Thedas, and after settling in the Lighthouse she had eyes on exactly one person and by the Bride's blessed bosom Bellara was not getting the hint. (Hint has since been received, but there are other, uh, emotional hangups involved on Bellara's end. Cici's happy to wait as long as she needs.)

Had Sex in Public: Yes. See above re: necromancers, with an added bonus of "the Nevarran culture of memento mori/memento vivere" and "the Gothic obsession with pleasure and the sublime" and "the general lack of sexual Puritanism in Andrastianism" and you get...probably some symposiums on bodily pleasure and the art of ecstasy. Horny anatomists doing weird shit. The first time these 'erotic salons' get brought up in discussion between Cici and Emmrich, dinner conversation in the Lighthouse crashes to a spectacular halt and everyone else on the team walks away with regrets.

Got Tattoos: Yes! She has wards tattooed down her arms and across her shoulders (standard Watcher fare, especially for battle-mages and exorcists); she also got a severed rope tattooed around her neck as a souvenir of a, uh, misunderstanding with some Templars while she and Varric and Harding were passing through Kirkwall. She might have been talking about blood healing a little too loudly. But it's fine! And her osseo-ward spell worked fine, and Harding shot her down out of the gallows after like ten seconds anyway, and Varric did his smoothing-things-over routine with the city guard, so really the only lasting damage was a cool-looking scar.

Got Piercings: She used to have her ears pierced, but she let them close after leaving the Necropolis—she wasn't traveling with jewelry and didn't want them getting ripped out in a fight. ...she does still have nipple rings, because it's not like they're at risk of getting yanked out in a street brawl, and I like to think Nevarrans (similar to the Victorians) are big into body piercings both as a representation of wealth and personal expression. Yes, she does bitch endlessly about her tits freezing every time they go to the Hossberg eluvian, and yes, the entire team wishes dearly that she would stop. (Except Taash and Emmrich, who both empathize.)

Got Scarred: A few times. The availability of spirit healing in the Necropolis makes run-of-the-mill bumps and scrapes less of an issue, and the same goes for scarring from fights in the structure itself, but there are some injuries even magic can't heal cleanly—particularly wounds that come from magic. The biggest one she has is actually covered completely by her clothes; she has a big stretch of scarring down her right side, going up her arm and back down from shoulder to hip, that looks very similar to Lichtenberg figure. She got it after she had a seizure in the middle of a long binding ritual during her Intermediary Psychagogy practicals; the seizure was unrelated, but the magic kind of, uh, backfired. Spectacularly. She wound up changing specializations to medical necromancy and combat exorcism instead, since it involves fewer sustained ritual castings (easier on her body in general, and she suspects some of her seizures are aggravated if not caused by magic). She also has a scar on her neck from the hangman's rope in Kirkwall—it broke skin and she healed it, but she was in a rush so it wasn't clean, and she can't be bothered to fix it now.

Had a Broken Heart: I'm gonna say...honestly no? She didn't have any serious or long-term romantic relationships before Bellara, and as far as other relationships go, she literally grew up surrounded by the dying and the undead. Loss was a fact of life for her, and highly ritualized, so I think [REDACTED] after Tearstone Island was the first time in her life she'd ever really had to confront losing someone she loved without a 'proper' chance to mourn or any kind of closure. She still doesn't know how to handle it, and the fact that she was denied her chance to mourn [REDACTED] is the biggest transgression that she will never forgive Solas for, and the reason she decided he was beyond saving once she'd escaped the Fade.

— ARE THEY...

A Cuddler: Yes. Absolutely. Enthusiastically. I've already written about her napping with Bellara; she loves snuggling up to her friends, and ever since she was a little baby apprentice in the dorms she's loved to cuddle. It's not uncommon to see her curling up in the library with Davrin (she usually sticks her toes under his legs and claims it's because he's the hottest one on the team, eyebrow waggle included), or she'll go to the music room with Lucanis and let him use her as a pillow while he naps and she babysits Spite. (He's figured out how to play Chopsticks. Maker save us all.) She also loves cuddle-hangouts in the conservatory with Harding, which are sort of a holdover from their wolf hunting days (they would pretty frequently end up sharing an inn room if not a bed, and since Harding has herbalism and field medicine experience she would help Cici when her migraines and seizures got bad). Neve and Taash are more protective of their personal space, and her relationship with Emmrich is really too professional for snuggling, but she has hugs and shoulder-pats and fistbumps for everyone.

Scared Easily: HAHAHA, no. She's a Mourn Watcher. She's seen some shit. There are stranger and more dangerous things coming through the Veil than spirits, and that's what Watchers deal with.

Jealous Easily: She can, although I think envy is a better word. Personally I headcanon Nevarra as a whole has fewer prejudices against elves than most other nations in Thedas (they've outright said that if Orlais tries That Shit again, Nevarra will put their political and military foot down) but Cici is still a bastard orphan who was raised by a working-class foster family, which...doesn't give her the best reputation, especially somewhere that emphasizes ancestral worship and lineage as heavily as Nevarra does. She can be resentful of her peers and her superiors, especially if they look down on her for her origins or seem to be flaunting the privilege of their own upbringing; she's still upset about being 'sent on sabbatical' after the War of the Banners, particularly since the vicars were happy to sit around and wring their hands while dozens of 'commoner' bodies were conscripted, violated, and destroyed by the noble dead. She strongly suspects—and Emmrich and Myrna all but confirmed it to her later—that if she'd been one of the gentry, she would have gotten off with a slap on the wrist and maybe probation.

Trustworthy: Oh yeah. She had the importance of integrity drilled into her from a young age, even before she began her training as a necromancer or got selected for the Watch; the Mourn Watch hold oaths as sacred, even moreso than any deity or prophet. Which isn't to say she's a stick-in-the-mud lawful good type (see also: Everything In Veilguard), but she'll use trickery and deception to uphold her vows, not break them. (Her canon ending is the Trick ending, after all!)

— FAMILY...

Siblings: None that she knows of. She was surrendered to the Grand Necropolis as a newborn as part of Nevarra's "safe haven" program, so she has no idea who her biological family is. (For now.) She does have a best friend-slash-pseudo-older-sibling named Epitaph, who is the Big Taph to Cici's Little Taph; Taph was one of the other Watchers who helped Cici in the War of the Banners conflict, but since Cici took the fall they remained in the Necropolis.

Parents: Again, no idea! As far as blood relatives go. She was found by Vorgoth after being surrendered to one of the lesser dead, so they're kind of like her weird uncle, and she was fostered by a human named Marten Ingellvar whom she still considers to be her father, even if they're not as close as some adult children are with their parents (since she left home to live in the Necropolis after her magic manifested).

Children: Pass. She has no real interest in kids of her own, and neither does Bellara, for that matter. She's content being the crazy aunt to her friends' children.

Pets: Not a pet, but post-game Cici gets a service dog (probably a Great Dane, or whatever the Thedas equivalent would be) named Mortius. (Bellara exclusively calls him "Dharlin," or "Mordharlin," which is elvhen for "puppy" or "big puppy" respectively. When Morty's not on duty he's absolutely wrapped around Bellara's finger.)

[fbfh]

I’m actually going insane in the membrane right now. I am about to crash the fuck out red dye 40 style. I’m rewatching Misfits because it’s been too fucking long (and I got part way through season 2 last time before I stopped) and I CANNOT stop the feral instincts that arise in me whenever Nathan Motherfucking Young is on screen. Spoilers for the first 15 minutes of the pilot but not really because it’s literally the FIRST 15 minutes of the PILOT. If anything this should convince you to watch it. 

I cannot get over how HORRIBLY this poor poor boy is treated. “But op he’s an asshole! He’s a douchebag! He’s a jerk and a pervert and he’s always making gross jokes-” YES I FUCKING KNOW. AND I LITERALLY DON’T EVEN CARRRRRREUH. I don’t care if Nathan Young murdered his entire family he is like a SON to me. This is how I feel every fucking time he’s on screen. 

That’s it that’s the post.

No but seriously the fact that he’s already doing shitty ass community service, gets STRUCK BY LIGHTNING ON HIS FIRST DAY, then gets home and finds out his fucking wet paper towel of a mother CHANGED THE LOCKS ON HIM AND KICKED HIM OUT so she could “give her relationship with her boyfriend a chance”??????? “I’ll call you in a few days”????????? FUCK YOU BITCH. FUCK YOU AND A MOTHERFUCKING HALF. I DO NOT CARE IF HE’S A LITERAL SERIAL KILLER OR IF HE INVENTED ITCHY SEAMS IN CLOTHING OR IS THE REASON BUGS KEEP GETTING INTO MY ROOM AND GIVING ME PANIC ATTACKS, NOTHING FUCKING WARRANTS THAT.

I could go into heavy detail about how hard he’d lean into it if you start suddenly defending him like Leslie Knope defending Ann Perkins, how he’d play it up and go running to you biting back a laugh and pouting while he throws you puppy dog eyes because he KNOWS you’ll take his side even when he’s obviously wrong, and how all that is actually deeply masking and trying to cope with and trying to make sense of the fact that you keep defending him on purpose and on principal and even when you know he’s obviously wrong. I COULD get really angsty and gut wrenching about how fucking afraid of you he actually is, but realizes he’s EQUALLY AFRAID of you not being around him too, so he’s stuck in this horrible, confusing, I have c-ptsd from really severe emotional neglect as a child limbo of I am absolutely desperate to hold onto you but also freaking the fuck out because I keep trying to push you away and you won’t go away but now I don’t even know if I want you to. Sure nothing anyone says ever has any effect on him, never bothers him or gets under his skin. But it’s not what you’re saying that’s fucking him up like this. It’s what you’re doing.

bonus: me every FUCKING time I see Nathan because I have a physical reaction that I can't hug and bite him though a screen

[toasty-self-shipping]

This deserves its own post because I love how I made cici hair look for her week 4 sprite

Handsome boy with her big fluffy hair

[strangleduo-fanblog]

i need to be put down

[cicicolorao]

Now I’m imagining Art Rytus grew up in the Wild Wild East world. Maintaining his own flower garden he uses to make essential oils, incense and other dermatological ointments. His specialty of acupuncture made him quite beloved and respected deciding to move to the Knaaren Desert after his trainees finally mastered all the acupuncture techniques he taught them

Absolutely, 10/10, my beloved therapist and flower man