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[hasanawolf]

Has Max gotten into a fist fight? If he does, I'd imagine him fighting my OC Zoey once her Doppel form has been revealed.

Oh yeah, he got into plenty of fights during his time as a young delinquent. He’s not afraid of getting physical with someone, but he does avoid it at all costs (both because it could get him in trouble as a policeman, but also -and mostly- because he promised it to his parents).

In regards to Zoey… I’m under the impression that she’s a human that is slowly turning into a doppel? I’m sorry if I got that wrong, but if that’s the case, and he knows it, he would avoid fighting her :’) Instead he would try to contain her and restrain her, and then seek for a way to turn her back into a human. He wouldn’t give up on her that easily.

Ultimately if there’s really NO WAY to help her or if she becomes a greater menace to everyone around them, well… he has a gun… but he would absolutely fucking hate having to use it against her 😔

[hasanasofficeatfreddys]

Hiiiii, I wanted to ask if birdapocalypse was still on Tumblr and if so what was their tumblr? I just found out that they won't be updating anymore on fnaf but I wanted to at least still support. I been trying to find out who was the amazing artist on those awesome drawings for yearsssssss! So please let me know! Also I wanted to know if you still upload on here as well if not where can I follow you?

Aaaahh good ol' Bird <3 Yeah, years ago they moved on to the Steven Universe fandom and had another blog where they were posting stuff of it:

https://happyds.tumblr.com/

But sadly its inactive now.

HOWEVER they seem to still be actIve on Twitter! So you can follow them there <3

https://twitter.com/andydraws_

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As for me, I don't post stuff here anymore (in my FNAF blog I don't post anything anymore, in my main blog I post from time to time but I haven't lately. I mostly just left Tumblr)

BUT you can find me on:

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My current fandoms are My Hero Academia and Danganronpa, mostly, so if you're interested in seeing my stuff for any of those, you're welcome to follow me on any of my social medias <3

Thank you so much! <3

[apprenticehasana]

Are you doing the Portia/Nadia/Muriel/Lucio routes as well?

Aw shoot I didn’t see this, sorry for late response D:

Yes I’m doing all of them. Well, “doing”. I started, but didn’t finish, both Asra and Nadia’s routes, since my MCs seem to have a bit of trouble connecting with them 😅 I’ll have to go through their routes again with my MC Amara, which I have yet to introduce here. Also Lucio’s route. I started reading it with my MC Hasana, but since I’ve been trying so hard to keep things non-romantic between them, I’ve missed on many CGIs, so Lucio’s route is another one I have to go through with Amara :3

As for Muriel and Portia, I am currently going through and saving my coins for Portia’s route (with Hassan). I also started Muriel’s route with Hasana but decided to pause it and focus only on Portia’s route for now. When I’m done with that one, I’ll continue Muriel’s.

[aggressivehasana]

I know we are all angry at Anai's new personality but can we talk about how much Ookami is a sweetheart who respects Kabae (if that is how her name is spelt) and has some awesome looking chill clothes?

YES HE’S SO CUTE I LOVE HIM AAAAAAAAAAA!!! What he said about Kabae was so sweet 😭😭😭💖💖💖

And he looks SO GOOD ASASFSDDSA 💖

[basicsofislam]

ISLAM 101: AN INTRODUCTION TO HADITH: Part 12

Avoiding Innovation

It is related that Aisha, may Allah be well pleased with her, said that the Messenger of Allah, may Allah bless him and grant him peace, said:

“Anyone who introduces an innovation in this affair of ours which is not part of it, that will be rejected.”

One version in Muslim reads:

“He who does an act which we have not commanded will have it rejected [by Allah].” (Sahih al-Bukhari, Sulh, 5; Sahih Muslim, Aqdiyya, 17, 18. See also: Sunan ibn Majah, Muqaddima, 2).

NARRATOR

Aisha

Aisha was a very intelligent woman who learned how to read and write at a very young age. She never forgot anything that she had learned and memorized.

The most important point in relation to the Prophet’s marriage to Aisha was it's being contracted through the direct commandment of Allah.

The Messenger of Allah loved Aisha greatly. When he was asked, “Who do you love most?” he replied, “Aisha.” When he was then asked, “(What about) from among the men?” he said, “Her father.”

Aisha was born nine years before the Emigration, in the city of Mecca. She passed away on the seventeenth day of Ramadan (676 CE), on a Tuesday, in Medina.

EXPLANATION

Innovation in religion is referred to in Islam as bid’a.

1. Allah declares the following in relevant Qur’anic verses:

“…What is there, after the truth, but error?” (Yunus 10:32).

This verse demonstrates that there is no connection between truth and being on the wrong path. What behooves the human being is to be on the side of and in the way of truth. All kinds of innovation in religion and every fabricated thing that does not have its basis in Islam is deviation. Deviation of all kinds has been deemed unacceptable.

“…We have neglected nothing in the Book…” (al-An’am 6:38).

Some scholars have asserted that implied in “the Book” is the Qur’an. This is because none of the proofs and obligations necessary for human beings has been omitted therein.

“…And if you are to dispute among yourselves about anything, refer it to Allah and the Messenger” (an-Nisa 4:59).

Solutions contravening the criteria espoused by Allah and His Messenger and which violate the truths of the Qur’an and the Sunnah lead the human being and society to an impasse. Individuals and even broader society come to believe, at times, that the most perfect solution lies in their self-discovered and tried paths, methods, and systems. They can even convince others of this also. Finding the resolutions to such great issues, however, is only possible through appeal to Allah and His Messenger, and through putting the Qur’an and the Sunnah into practice, without oversight, and free from any innovations.

This hadith constitutes one of the most important foundations of Islam. Anything that does not rest upon the Book and the Sunnah cannot be accepted. Such a thing cannot be considered to be part of religion. Those who disregard the worship and deeds befitting the Qur’an and the Sunnah, lessen or alter them and who thus manipulate (corrupt or distort) religion are also innovators in religion. Their deeds too are rejected and are on no account accepted.

Innovation (in religion) is that which does not have a basis in and which cannot be reconciled with the Qur’an or Sunnah and which has no application in the Muslim community. Here, however, it is used to mean the fabrications put forward in religion without an authoritative source. Rendering inactive the Qur’an and Sunnah or neglecting them breeds innovation and gives rise to their fostering and thriving. In that case, the sole way of preventing innovations in religion is to spread the culture of the Qur’an and Sunnah and to prepare the grounds for these to become a way of life. That being the case, how must innovations be understood?

According to Imam Shafi’i, innovation is of two kinds:

“Anything that contravenes the Qur’an, the Sunnah, the learned consensus, and the way of the Companions is a deviatory and evil innovation; those things and good practices that do not contradict these are good innovations.”

This is the reason behind the use of the terms bid’a hasana (good innovation) and bid’a sayyi’a (evil innovation). Shafi’i substantiates this with the words of Umar who responded to a group of Companions performing the Tarawih Prayer particular to Ramadan in the congregation, remarking, “What a good innovation this is!”

2. The Messenger of Allah said the following in relation to good and evil innovation:

“Whoever introduces a good practice that is followed after him, will have the reward for that and the equivalent of their reward, without that detracting from their reward in the slightest. Whoever introduces an evil practice that is followed after him, will bear the burden of sin for that and the equivalent of their burden of sin, without that detracting from their burden in the slightest.” Sahih Muslim, Zakah, 69. See also: Sunan an- Nasa’i, Zakah, 64.

The Companions undertook a great many things that were not in question during the time of the Prophet and reached a unanimous consensus regarding their acceptance and legitimacy. The Qur’an’s being compiled into book form during the caliphate of Abu Bakr and duplicated and distributed to various regions during the caliphate of Uthman are the most known examples in this regard. Efforts in later periods to record, in full, texts of Arabic grammar, the religiously obligatory, accounts, Qur’anic commentary, and hadith constitute further such examples. Even if these are to be termed innovations, they cannot be said to be wrong, as this is precisely how knowledge was preserved, spread and transferred to succeeding generations. This needs to be considered thus with respect to our time and mass media organs, modern printing and publication houses, the Internet, and military and social developments. Those who do not keep pace with such advancements would have no chance of survival in such a world.

The sources of Islamic jurisprudence are clearly defined

The Qur’an: The leading source in Islamic jurisprudence. The religion of Islam is learned first and foremost from the Qur’an. “The best among you are those who learn the Qur’an and teach it.”

The Sunnah: The words and actions of the Prophet. Constitutes the second primary source in Islamic jurisprudence. The Sunnah is applied in the absence of clear injunctions in the Qur’an. In the same way that the Prophet has instructed adherence to his Sunnah, he has also enjoined adherence to the practice of the Four Rightly Guided Caliphs as well as his Companions. Such innovations as the supererogatory Prayer during Ramadan performed in the congregation during the caliphate of Umar and the establishment of the Call to Prayer inside the mosque for the Friday Prayer during Uthman’s caliphate, constitute the practice of the Companions and must be followed.

Ijma al-Umma (Consensus of Scholars): Ijma is the term employed to refer to the consensus of Muslim jurists on a theological matter in a given era. The consensus of scholars on a matter is a source of legislation in Islam and is appealed to when a matter is not found in the Qur’an and the Sunnah. For instance, the Tarawih Prayer performed in congregation during Umar’s caliphate.

Qiyas al-Fuqaha (Analytical Reasoning of the Scholars): The term qiyas literally means measuring two things with each other and drawing comparisons between them. Umar is known to have advised Abu Musa al-Ash’ari to “Identify similar and analogous cases, carefully examine their causes, and then use qiyas (analytical deduction).”

WHAT WE HAVE LEARNED

This hadith constitutes one of the cornerstones of Islam.

That which does not abrogate or contradict the Qur’an and Sunnah is accepted (The compilation of the Qur’an in book form, the commemoration of the Noble Birth, and the like).

Innovation (bid’a) is categorized into good (hasana) and evil (sayyi’a) innovation.

Muslim scholars have considered an innovation in five parts: necessary (wajib), recommended (mandub), permitted (mubah), unlawful (haram), and disliked (makruh). The discovery of weapons of warfare and the readying of forces suitable for the conditions of the time is necessary. Establishing universities and institutes and publishing scholarly works, spreading knowledge, teaching it to others, building schools and the like are recommended and accepted. Eating and drinking of the lawful are permissible, while the unlawful and disliked have been clearly defined and determined in Islam.

Both the one who sets an evil precedent (in evil innovation) and the one who follows in their path are equally wrongdoers.

[islamicrays]

Sister How come guys never respond to me when they see me on purematrimony. Please pray that I will find the love of my life

Assalamu Alaikum,

I don't know how purematrimony works. I just read about it. So don't be anxious and be patient. If something is meant for you then you will eventually get it in a halal way in shaa Allah. Marriage is something that will happen when Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala wills. So try your best and leave the rest to Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala. Keep praying that He grant you a righteous spouse who will be the coolness of your eyes.

Following are some dua for marriage:

1.“Our Lord, grant us from among our wives and offspring comfort to our eyes and make us an example for the righteous.“ (Quran 25:74)

2.”Rabbana aatina fi’d dunya hasana wa fi’l aakhirati hasana wa qina `adhab an-nar.” [O Lord! Grant us good in this life, and good in the next, and save us from the torment of the Fire] (Qur’an, 2: 200). Recite this dua’ with the intention of marriage as it is included in the phrase “fi’d dunya hasana” (good in this life).

3.My Lord, do not leave me alone and You are the best of inheritors. (Surah al-Anbiya` 21:89)

May Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala grant you a righteous, loving and caring spouse.

Allahumma Ameen

[10-of-swords]

 https://www.deviantart.com/hasana-chan/art/He-s-Everything-766587191 

Ren had his arm out, watching as the inky tendrils curled around his forearm. They felt cold. They felt suffocating. The water pressing in around him and the smoky chains pulled him down, weighing on him until he felt like he could barely breathe. It’s what he felt every day, even above the surface. “It represents nothing,” Ren whispered, his eyes stinging. “There’s...nothing for me.”

“Oh?” The Magician stepped aside, waving his hand. Ren’s stomach twisted as a perfect illusion of Asra was conjured, with that same goofy, sly smile. “Is he nothing?”

Complete story below.

“Asra, are you going to tell me where we’re going.”

Asra smirked, glancing back over his shoulder at the young man who was glaring daggers into the back of his head as they maneuvered their way through the thick woods. “Not quite yet,” Asra purred, drawing an exasperated groan from the younger as he put a finger to his lips. “But don’t worry, we’re almost there.”

“Right, because you definitely didn’t say that an hour ago,” Ren muttered with a roll of his eyes, nimbly hopping over a stream as he followed close behind Asra. Beams of silver shivelight glowed in streams of starlight through the canopy above. Amoux sailed over their heads, ducking through the trees as the eagle followed them closely and Ren peered into the inky darkness, trying to discern where they were.

They were getting further and further away from Vesuvia. Asra mentioned that they were going to be performing Ren’s last lesson, before he becomes a master magician to celebrate his eighteenth birthday.  

He definitely didn’t think he’d be spending today tromping through a forest getting muddy and twigs in his hair. The early May morning was damp and humid, Ren’s least favourite kind of weather as he glowered at his older lover who expertly maneuvered his way through the brush.

“All right, we’re here.” Asra pushed aside a thick branch, gesturing for Ren to move ahead, and the caramel haired male sent him a cautious look before ducking under the bramble, and entering into a clearing.  A pool of crystal clear water sits undisturbed and surrounded by a ring of mossy stones. Fireflies danced, bobbed and weaved about the stones and above the water, their glow reflecting off the surface of the pool.  

Ren steps forward hesitantly, reaching out with his magic. The pool responds back with a wave of arcane energy and Ren blinks, glancing at Asra warily. “This place...”

“Powerful, isn’t it?” Asra says, a twinkle in his eyes as he brushes forward past Ren towards the pool. “There’s been a concentration of magical power here longer than I can remember. And look - we’re not alone.”

Ren turned to him, about to ask what he meant - when a firefly drifted in front of his face. Ren narrowed his eyes - then realized, they weren’t fireflies at all. They were tiny people, their wings and bodies giving off a faint glow. There was the distant sound of laughter as they fluttered about, landing on Asra’s shoulder and chattered in his ear like they were good friends.

“Oh really,” Asra mused, looking down to one of them who had perched on his finger. “Fascinating, what happened then?”

“You can understand them?” Ren asked with a frown. He couldn’t hear anything, save for tiny bells in his ears as he batted one of them away, resulting in an angry hum as the fey fluttered away.

“They don’t so much talk, as they do...share their thoughts,” Asra explained, watching one of them. Another chorus of bells sounded, and suddenly Asra’s cheeks flooded with red. “I- no! He’s not - we’re not...”

A choir of bells chimed playfully, and Ren had the feeling they were laughing as they flitted away after Asra waved his hand dismissively, cheeks still burning. “What did they say?” Ren asked, arching a thin brow and Asra shook his head.

“Don’t mind them. They like to play tricks. Now...why don’t we sit down.”

With the faeries still flitting about above in the trees, Ren and Asra sat down by the edge of the pool. The night was an ensemble of the chirping of crickets, the ringing of silverine bells and a warm wind blowing about, ruffling through their thin tunics. Ren heard the distinct sound of flapping wings, and he glanced upwards as Amoux perched in a tree above, watching them carefully.

“You still haven’t told me why we’re here,” Ren said, looking back to Asra who leaned back on his palms in the grass.

“We’re here for your last lesson,” Asra said, watching the water. “Your talent in the arcane arts is...unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.”

“Are you kidding,” Ren snorted. “I can’t even light a candle without it bursting into flames.”

“You just lack control. But you’ll get there. It seems the only time you can control it is in the heat of battle...but this should help you focus your energy. Have you ever heard of a Gateway.”

Ren frowned. “No. Never.”

Asra breathed, and nodded. He leaned forward, letting his fingertips glide across the surface of the water - and Ren watched as the water glowed where his fingers touched, the disturbed water emanating a teal light as it responded to his magic. “A Gateway is highly evolved magic that every Magician ends up learning,” he said quietly.  “It’s the manifestation of our souls. The realm where our....astral being can reside, and the place where we can go to travel to other realms.”

“Other realms?”

He nodded. “There are an infinite number of other realms. The Realm of the Magician, Realm of the Hanged Man, Realm of the Moon...and with your own Gateway, you can reach them.”

Ren screwed up his face. “Sounds complicated.”

“It’s some of the most advanced magic you can learn.”

Ren’s face was lit up by rippling flames that he conjured in the palm of his hand. Even now, his brows were bumped together as he struggled to control the fire that flickered and sputtered in his hand, as though it was reaching to burst forth and engulf them both. “Are you sure I’m ready,” he muttered, clenching his fist to kill the fire. “I can’t control my magic...how can I open a gateway if I can’t even...”

Warm hands were placed over his and he glanced up. Asra’s lavender eyes glittered in the light of the fireflies, a smile touching his lips as he squeezed Ren’s hands. “You doubt yourself too much,” he said softly, leaning back. “You can do this.” Ren felt scales against his skin as Faust slithered onto his hand from the grass, curling up his arm to perch on his shoulder supportively. In the branches, Amoux ruffled his feathers and watched the pair attentively.

“All right,” Ren muttered, closing his eyes. “I’ll give it a go. What....what do I do.”

“Wade into the center of the pool. Absorb the magic lingering in the water. The fey will help you.” Even now, the faeries were flittering about excitedly, hovering above the pair.

Ren had no idea what he was doing. But...he didn’t want to let Asra down. He squeezed Asra’s hand before standing, wading out into the pool. The water was warm as it soaked through his trousers and the lower half of his tunic, a light gasp slipping from between Ren’s lips as he waded out into the water. It felt...so strange. His entire body felt like it had gone numb and as he looked down, as though the pool held some kind of bioluminescent creatures, the water that touched his skin glowed a faint teal. He looked back to Asra who nodded encouragingly.

Well. Here goes nothing.

Ren closed his eyes, fanning his fingers out over the water, dipping his hands down so that the pads of his fingers barely brushed the surface. Even with his eyes closed, he could see the soft glow of the water as his fingers brushed against it. The warmth, the arcane power that pulsed from the pool, the soft fey bells...everything was like a cocoon, pressing in on him and flooding his senses.  

“Clear your mind.” Asra’s voice was garbled, as though he was underwater. “Conjure your happiest thoughts. Create a realm built upon those thoughts. Use it as a tether to your gateway.”

Ren focused. His eyes were shut, jaw tight as he concentrated. And yet....he could think of nothing. His happiest thoughts... His life has never been particularly happy. Up until he met Asra....it had actually been quite bland. Has there ever...ever been a time where he was truly happy?

He could feel Faust squeezing around his arm. He remembered the first time she did that. It was so long ago.

“Ren.” Asra’s voice again. Clear as a bell, echoing in his mind. “You can do this.”

But...no. Asra wasn’t talking. He’s been silent, letting him focus...that was a memory. A memory of the first time Asra began to teach him magic, help him control his powers. The first time he lit a spark in the palm of his hands, or accidentally doused Asra in a torrent of water trying to fill a bucket. Trying to conjure flames around his sword only to set the house on fire. Slowly, a smile began to slip across his lips.

They’d had so much time together. He actually felt....like he could do something for once.

Asra believed in him. When no one else had.  

....but at what cost. How long would it be before he smothered all that hope with a mistake.

The water around him began to glow so fiercely, it was as though a star was now sitting in the pool with him. Ren’s eyes snapped open. The entire pool was emanating a bright, teal light and looking back at Asra, the man was now standing, watching him with alarm flashing in his lavender eyes. Ren opened his mouth to talk - when he was sucked underwater.

Bubbles and radiant teal light was all he could see as he sank further and further away from the surface. In the distance, he could hear Asra’s voice, calling out his name, growing more and more distant as he sank. He didn’t struggle. Didn’t try to call out. Just let himself sink lower, and lower as the water crushed around him.

Did he really want to go back up to the surface.  Did he really want to risk disappointing his master. He’d never been the easiest apprentice. Always causing trouble, arguing, with a poor attitude and ungrateful demeanor. Maybe Asra was better without him.

“Are you just going to keep sinking?”

Ren twisted around underwater. A figure stood in the gloom, crimson fur untouched by the water which now felt freezing, and cold. Magenta eyes burned in the darkness, amusement dancing in their depths.

Ren knew exactly who this was.

“You can speak, you know,” The fox like being mused. His voice echoed inside Ren’s mind. “You can’t drown in your own Gateway.”

Ren hesitated, before taking a breath. The fox was right. In fact, he didn’t even feel the need to breathe. Yet, why did he feel like he was suffocating all the same. The darkness and shadows of the water around him pressed from all sides, and he had the horrible feeling that this was reminiscent to being in his own grave. “You’re the Magician,” Ren exhaled. “I recognize you...from Asra’s deck.”

The Magician gave an eloquent bow. “How perceptive. It’s not often you can see further than the tip of your own nose, magician.”

Ren swallowed, legs kicking beneath him to keep himself upright. “Who.... what are you.”

The Magician’s eyes glittered. “Who am I?” he mused. “I am you. And you are me. I am one, and I am all.”

Okay. Well that made zero sense. Ren narrowed his eyes, thoughtful for a moment, before turning to look around him. Dark shadows flowed around them like inky tendrils. “You....you said this was my Gateway. But that can’t be right. Asra said it’s-”

“The manifestation of your soul?” The Magician suddenly materialized next to Ren, making the boy gasp and back wheel away from the Magician. “What makes you so sure this isn’t your soul, young mage?”

Ren didn’t have an answer. He watched as the ribbons of smoke and shadow slowly wound around his legs and arms, keeping him still. They resembled something familiar. “Oftentimes,” the Magician purred, reaching out to caress one of the dark tendrils. “Our Gateways are a  manifestation of our current state of mind. A man who thinks nothing but fury will be in a realm of flames. A man whose mind is lost in a storm at sea will see nothing but waves washing over him. Tell me, Magician - what does your realm represent?”

Ren had his arm out, watching as the inky tendrils curled around his forearm. They felt cold. They felt suffocating. The water pressing in around him and the smoky chains pulled him down, weighing on him until he felt like he could barely breathe. It’s what he felt every day, even above the surface. “It represents nothing,” Ren whispered, his eyes stinging. “There’s...nothing for me.”

“Oh?” The Magician stepped aside, waving his hand. Ren’s stomach twisted as a perfect illusion of Asra was conjured, with that same goofy, sly smile. “Is he nothing?”

“He’s everything,” Ren said coolly. “But I just...” he wanted to move towards Asra. Wanted to touch his face, even if it was just an illusion. But the tendrils tied him down, so that all he could do was stare wistfully. “I can’t.” Something he’s said so many times. I can’t. “It’s too hard to reach the state of mind Asra wants me to. So I just stay like....this.” Turning slowly in a circle, he gestured to the suffocating darkness that closed in around them.

The Magician watched him attentively, ear twitching as he tapped a clawed finger on his furry chin. “You know, boy,” the Magician murmured, melting away into a swarm of bubbles. When he appeared, he stood right behind Ren, a cord of glowing thread stretched out between his hands. “You humans always assume that sadness and happiness lie on two opposite ends of the spectrum. That they’re so far from each other, you can’t possibly reach the other end.” The ends of the thread glowed.

“What’s your point?” Ren growled, growing tired of the Magician’s games.

“That can’t be any further from the truth. You see child, they are not separated by distance. In fact - they rest right beside each other.” The Magician touched the two ends together, and the thread melted away until it resembled a woven braid. “So easy to tilt back and forth, between smiles and scowls. One silly face can turn a frown upside down, and one setback can ruin a perfect day. And whose fault is that, I wonder?”

“Are you going to get to the point?” Ren snapped, whirling around on the Magician. But it was gone. All that remained was the Magician card that floated in the water in front of his face, and his smooth, silky voice emanating from the darkness.

“The point is,” the voice mused. “You have the power at any moment to alter the manifestation of your own soul.”

He felt a pull in his stomach. The water was crushing him from all sides, until he felt like his head might explode. Then, he was being dragged upwards, and he heard one final voice echoing in his mind.

“We will meet again, my little mage.”

At that moment, fingers grasped the collar of his shirt, yanking him above the surface of the water. “Ren!” Asra said in a panic, roping his arms further around Ren’s chest and hauling him onto dry land. Gasping and choking, Ren crawled onto the shore of the small pool, going down on his hands and knees, water dripping from the ends of his hair. “Ren, are you all right?” Asra asked frantically, on his knees with a hand on Ren’s shoulder. “God, I’m so sorry. I should have listened to you, you tried to tell me but I thought-” he paused when he spotted the Magician card clung tightly in Ren’s hand. “What? How did you...” he frantically glanced at his deck tied to his hip, instantly spotting the missing card. “How did you get that?”

“I’m fine, Asra,” Ren choked, coughing as he cleared the water in his lungs.  It was only then that he felt warm tears splashing onto his hands, and grating his teeth used his shoulder to wipe them away furiously. “And I uh...had a visitor.”

Asra didn’t look convinced. “You looked as though you were struggling,” he said. “I was about to call you back but you were...you were sucked right in. I couldn’t see you, or feel you. Where did you go?”

Amoux flew down, frantic emotions radiating off the eagle as he landed on Ren’s outstretched arm, nipping at his fingers worriedly. All right? Amoux’s voice echoed in his mind and Ren nodded.

“I’m fine, Amoux. And I...” he hesitated. “I went to someplace dark.”

Asra mouthed the works, shaking his head. “Maybe we should go back to the shop. We can try again some other time, after we rest and-”

“No. I’m doing it again.”

Concern flicked across Asra’s gaze as his eyes searched Ren’s face. “...are you sure? The last time...you were dangerously close to being lost. I could barely feel your aura.”

“Do you still believe I can do this.”

Asra’s shoulders tensed as Ren looked up at him, water still dripping off the ends of his hair as he pierced the magician with his teal gaze. Asra was quiet for a moment before placing his hand over Ren’s. “Always.”

“Then trust me.” Ren stood again, his legs trembling beneath him. “I can do this.”

Asra looked worried for a moment. Like he wanted to tell Ren know. But his lips flatlined and he gave a determined nod, helping Ren stabilize himself. “I know you can.”

Ren moved to go back into the pool when he paused. His fingers were still threaded with Asra’s as he turned back to look at his lover. “Come with me.”

Asra yelped as Ren tugged him into the pool with him, the water glowing in response to their bodies touching the surface of the pool. The faeries returned, dancing around them as the two stepped into the center of the pool. Finally, they faced one another, eyes closed and grasping one another’s hands as they focused, the water coming up nearly to their chests.

Happiness and sadness...not on opposite ends of the spectrum, but right beside one another. Even now, Ren could feel the heavy chains clamped around his wrists and ankles, trying to drag him down...but more than that, he could feel Asra’s warmth. Their fingers touching. Standing so close that Ren could feel Asra’s breath brushing against his damp skin.

The two magicians reached out. Their auras connected, twining like the Magician’s braid and Ren could feel the pool beginning to glow brighter, and felt Asra’s fingers tighten around his own.  

The shackles fell away as there was another burst of light, and the pair were sucked underwater. Instantly, the two Magicians gripped one another in a fierce, protective hug, Ren holding Asra close as they sank down into cold darkness. No. They would not come here. This was not him. This was not him.

His eyes were shut tight as he continued to grip onto Asra, fingers twined with the man’s silky tunic. Then, he felt a cool breeze brush against the back of his neck, and he opened his eyes. He and Asra stood embracing on the shore of a beach. Above, as though there was a crack in the sky light spilled out across the stars that gleamed like embers in the black. The beach was long and white, stretching as far as the eye could see with thick forest behind them, accompanied by the sounds of distant wolves.  It felt so real. But it couldn’t be. Ren didn’t recognize any of the stars that hung over them.

...it was so peaceful.

“Asra,” Ren exhaled, kissing the man’s nose.

Asra’s eyes opened, his iron grip on Ren’s sleeves going slack as he looked around. “Ren...” he whispered, eyes wide as he slowly spun in place, soaking up every detail of the realm as Ren broke away from him. “It’s...it’s your Gateway.” A grin slowly spread onto his lips as he looked back at Ren. “It’s absolutely beautiful.”

“Asra.”

Asra turned. Ren stood on the edge of the beach, the water washing up onto his feet, raking gently across the white sand that glittered with starlight. Ren turned. And for the first time, looked..peaceful. “I never properly thanked you. For taking me in, for helping me. I...” he shook his head. “It means more than you could ever know. I’ll be better.”

Asra closed the distance between them in two short strides, pressing against Ren’s chest to gather him into a fierce kiss. Ren’s fingers reached up to tangle in the magician’s white hair, and when Asra pulled away, the two were left breathless. “I know you will,” Asra whispered, his adoring gaze roaming over the apprentice. “You’ll show them all.”

[hasanawolf]

Ok...another one (LOL)

Do you think Mclooy is that kind of cool old man who tells horror stories about his youth, like when he faced the devil on the hill with a machete?

Or when your old house was haunted by poltergeists and when you saw a cryptid after a night of partying?

ha ha I ask this because I think he would be that kind of man and Anastacha, Henry would listen to his stories attentively. and Steven being a party pooper saying "that didn't happen🙄" but deep down he is scared hahaha 🤣

HAHAHAHA THAT IS **EXACTLY** HOW MCLOOY IS 😂😂😂😂👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻✨✨✨ He’ll tell you all about how he fought the devil on the hill with his rusty but trusty machete 🤣🤣🤣

But I’d rather like to think that Steven would encourage him because he likes to see people’s reactions to his dad’s stories. He laughs it off like they’re just silly tales from an old man, but deep down he 100% believes them and if he actually heard La Llorona himself he would freak the f out 🤣

[hasanawolf]

Hi and welcome to the Tumblr🤗🤗

I can't get from my head your art with Izaack wearing glasses and sometimes imagine like he sits with a notepad, writes down a script for tomorrow news report and mumbles to himself what he sould say, and Francis goes by the door, stops and stares lured at his boyfriend being busy as a bee.

So... How do you think, is Izaack this type of people who would feel unsecure to show themselves wearing glasses to their s/o? And what do Francis think about his glasses?

Hi, thank you!! 🥰

Aww yes!! That’s 100% likely to happen 🥺🥺❤️

And no not at all! Izaack is hardly insecure about anything 🤣 He actually has them with him during newscasts, as sometimes he has to read 👇🏻

(See how I used this opportunity to post this pic in full size? You can only see it small in the comic 🤣)

And Francis really likes how he looks his glasses, he says he looks even more intellectual, which is hot 🤓🔥

[hasanawolf]

ok, halloween questions...

Which neighbor would be most likely to be possessed by a spirit from playing with a Ouija board? 👻

In turn, who would be the most suitable neighbor to perform the exorcism? ✝

hehe :D

Mmm… Robertsky can be a bit of a meathead sometimes. He has this need to prove himself better/stronger/smarter than anyone else (rooted that he is actually very insecure). So I can see him playing the Ouija just to show to his friends how much of a badass he is. And well… things don’t go well.

As for the performance of the exorcism, I’ll leave that in the very capable hands of @alienducksz priest OC Aeron 👌🏻 I don’t think any of the peeps in my AU could actually do that haha. At best they’d throw holy water at him and pray a rosary

[hasanawolf]

How much people in the apartment like Francis (And vice versa if you wanna put that)

Like as in “that guy is cool” or like as in 🩷like🩷-like? 🤣

Like as in “that guy is cool”: Lois, Selenne, Elenois, Arnold, Gloria, Margarette, Anastacha, Mia, Steven and Mclooy

Like as in 🩷like🩷: Izaack, Angus and even if she doesn’t want to admit it, Nacha 🫢

As for Francis, the only one he really dislikes is Nacha. He doesn’t dislike the Cappuccins or Roman for example, because he understands why they don’t like him :’) Oh, and Angus annoys him with his advances but he doesn’t dislike him either haha

[hasanawolf]

Remember that pin up photo of Francis in a cow leotard? Let’s say Izaack happens to lose it and it ended up in the hands of Angus/Nacha. What would their reactions be?

Oh Izaack would lose his marbles HAHAHAHAHAHA 😂😂 Ok, Idk if you saw the “alternative version” of that picture, but let’s pretend that… Izaack didn’t do that, and he lost the actually clean picture 🤣🤣🤣

Um, well Nacha wouldn’t be too thrilled about it tbh, she’d probably just be like 😐

BUT ANGUS

OOF! It would rev up his engine like NOTHING ELSE 🤣🤣 He’d have to stay in his room, looking at it for hours and “taking care of himself” a few times if you know what I meeeaaan

[hasanawolf]

I'm curious how the nightmares exist in your AU since you've drawn Zoth and Yog a few times

Are they on an actual second plane of existence? Are they solely a figment of the doorman's imagination?

If it's the first one can the two planes interact? Do some nightmares or even neighbors interact or possibly cross over more frequently than others, if at all?

You can say they’re on a second plane of existence, yes, but… how to put it… it’s a Nightmare world. Like, it’s a world that you can only access through nightmares.

Neither the humans can (physically) cross to this realm, or the Nightmares can cross to the human world, BUT Drugia can pull a human’s consciousness into their world through VERY vivid nightmares.

So for example, Francis will go to sleep in the human world, Drugia pulls his consciousness into their realm, and he will dream that he wakes up in this Nightmare world. THEN he can see and interact with any of the Nightmares and viceversa.

But like any other dream, he can wake up anytime, it’s not like he’s trapped there forever uwu (unless for some reason he can’t wake up in the real world).

I’ve wanted to do a little comic of Izaack meeting Yog and Francis meeting Zoth, I hope I can do that sometime 😂

[hasanawolf]

Who’s a good cook? Izaack or Francis and is one like absolutely trash at cooking and one is amazing or are they both decent at cooking

I saw this as I was waking up and straight up read “Who has a good c0ck?” 😂😂😂😂😂😂

[Cough] Uh, Izaack. Izaack is the better cook of the two. Francis actually struggles to make himself something more sustainable than sandwiches, hot dogs, Campbell’s soups, etc. Partly one of the reasons Izaack wants them to live together, so that he makes sure Francis eats properly! And even if cooking is not something he’s particularly passionate about, he loves to cook for him

[hasanawolf]

Does Max have sort of "traditional cure" to use when he has a cold? By "traditional cure" I mean a meal that is used to palliate the symptoms of cold, for example, chicken soup or boiled potatoes that were used for inhalations before (in my country, at least). Anything that can a little heal you and be eaten at this moment or later.

His ma would always give him a spoonful of honey with lime juice and finely chopped garlic when his throat was hurting, so he uses that instead of a cough syrup. He also drinks a strongly prepared peppermint tea with honey. Chicken soup also helps uwu

[hasanawolf]

Do you think Max and Miles Morales (from Across the Spiderverse) would be friends?

Mmmmm, maybe friends in the level of Miles and Peter B Parker, as they do have a bit of an age gap, but yeah, I think so :3 More like— I feel like Max would be friend his parents, because both his dad and him are policemen, and his mom and him are Latin, so uwur Maybe he’d have more of a Big Brother relationship with Miles. And tell him to stay out of trouble