#i even have the bard plush hehe.

[making-you-in-mc]

the bard from wandersong :]

The Bard from Wandersong in Minecraft!

Vanilla Skin PNG: (Sorry they're bald.)

[pyotan]

Across the Sheets and Stars

Cushions upon cushions, there is a mountain of plush to the side along with folded blankets and comforters waiting to be unveiled and spread out among their vacant nest.. G’amal huffs as he stares at the work to come.. 

It’s a necessity to change their bed out at least once a moon but.. It’s one of the seeker’s most dreaded chores. There’s just so much to do when he could just be sleeping upon the pile of softness..

“We have to do this at some point, zonneschein.” Bemused by his lover’s disdain, he pats strongly to the mess of navy curls for he cannot help himself.. Such a gesture has the seeker groaning in complaint and yet he does not dip out from the affections. 

“Orrrr you could just do it forrrr your herrrrro..” Purrs in hopes to sell his words, but his tone drags out into mild-frustration as he knows that he just won’t get out of this.

“Come now, have you always been this childish with the bed?” A giggle, Ijs parts from his petting affections and grabs for one of their many comforters, any thick and perfect to be the base for their little love nest. “I will help as I do everytime.” 

G’amal sighs and begins to aid by taking hold of the chosen comforter’s corner, helping spread it out. “It jussssst gets me soooooooo tired..”

“Perhaps if we did not have all the plush friends–”

“No, nooo!” A shake of the head and playful yet hard yank of the comforter as Ijs measures out the spread. He looks up to his lover with a quirked brow that reads, ‘really?’. Amal merely giggles with twitching ears. “Hehe.. you’re sounding like my faaaaaather.”

“I mean, mayhaps he had a point.” Ijsbrand reworks his ruined spread.. This time Amal does not play around and just watches. “If you did not have so much, then you wouldn’t get so tired by the end of it..”

“You two would get along by scolding me.” Despite saying such with a pout and crossing of arms, Amal smiles. “I wish I could have seen you two meet when I was gone..”

‘Is it insensitive of me to say that I am glad to not see you interact with my father?’ Ijsbrand blinks as he realizes his thought, knowing very well that Amal had heard it and thus is too ashamed to look up from his efforts. Head down in guilt, he continues to make the bed, now going at a more solo-fast pace to work away the shame in his honest thought.

But instead of insulted, Amal bursts into laughter with a tail to swat in joyous accompaniment. “Noooo, not at alllll!” He hops a bit to the side as his wife works with head down. “But you might have to  one day.”

“Yes, and.. I almost dread it… /almost/.” a sigh. “Mine and G’hassan’s scoldings are all of jest and love. But my father’s scoldings would be mean.. ceaseless.. Especially after this.” a lift of the banded hand, the darkened ink ever stands out. 

“Annnd thissss.” Amal lifts his own up, hissing in delight as he sees the glow upon his ring finger. 

“Ohohoh /that/ especially!” Ijs bolts up from his busy bedmaking and many strands of hair come free from his bun. He chuts angrily as he continues in thought for a moment, out of breath.. ‘Marjolene-Ijsbrand Actias VonZwartz of the Night’s Blessed! You know better! Not even those who /can/ have relations /DARE/ to use such precious inks on others!’

The mockery in thought is almost so perfect, the voice just sounding so much like VonZwartz himself. G’amal cannot help but to shake in withheld laughter, he not wishing to interrupt his wife’s tangent with his bemusement.

“Why, yes that is the Bard of Darkness you have wed but not even someone so special deserves that ink! Is it not enough for him to have your hand in /his/ star? And literally so with that BOLD line on your finger?” Ijsbrand scoffs at his own words and turns to continue grabbing blankets and spreading and piling them across.. Such a bend has Amal’s attention~ 

“And /that/ is what would be so awful! Our love, our connection before Gods matters not in terms of the First. At least, according to the Elders! Priest of death is not allowed such relations. He’d say all that and mean it!” 

In such a rant, Ijsbrand’s hips move and buck out on occasion.. His tail flutters in frustration and being in such small shorts, Amal is able to see the outline of what he bares today /very/ well when he bends.. His purrs quietly begin up.. As if warming him up for passions to come..

So distracted both are in their own reasonings, that neither are noticing how Ijsbrand is the one doing all the bed making..

“And.. putting all that aside..” out of breath but Ijsbrand laughs as he begins to toss up the pillows to fluff them anew before placing them on the stuffed nest that is their bed. “He..” huff.. “He’d just..” swallow.. “Be so awkward with you.. About the gender and all when it comes to me. I swear, that could have /nothing/ to do with the conversation but he just somehow drops it in just to make sure I am safe with whomever.”

“Heheh..”

“Sooo parental, I am sure. I am positive G’hassan would have an awkward comment or question if it came down to it. Marriage and relationships never fail to bring up sex and such things. But.. ugh! I do not want to hear my own father trying to ask if you are fine with a pussy on the occasional Moonsday and then to be careful because we still do not fully know if I can get pregnant or not.”

A placement of a worn goobbue plush, then their precious aubergine knight and his Queen.. “Neither is any of his business! But he always gets in my business as if it were his own. 

Like, speaking of beds, Luca had spent the evening in mine..and of course, the sheets were left smelling like him. They'd just been changed the night before, no reason to change them yet! Which meant.. longer time to spend with his scent in my moments of solitude..”

there is almost a sad smile to Ijsbrand’s lips and Amal feels.. A cold twist in his chest, it is a pang that is not his own.And having so many out of body experiences, Amal is not startled. But nonetheless, he touches his heart as if the ache were his own.

“But the very moment I returned after changing into robes for duty, I found my father sniffing my sheets..! He then proceeded to ask me why they smelt of the swamps. So rude! Of course, I had to lie on the spot which resulted in them being washed buuut..” As Ijsbrand turns to reach for another stitched companion, it turns out  that there is no more. All the bedware and it’s accessories have been set and placed.. All thanks to Ijsbrand himself..

“But I.. made the bed..”

“You made the bed! Hoorrrrray!!!” Amal throws his hands up in perhaps /too much/ joy, for without even intending on it, he’d managed to get his wife to make their nest instead of him. 

“I.. hahahehh..” Ijsbrand lips wobble into a mess as goes into a deep glow of embarrassment and G’amal wastes no time in hoping over to his side to cup his hot cheeks. “I rambled for so long..!” Silver clasps over bronze, a gentle squeeze as Ijs shyly looks down to his squinting partner. “You tricked me.”

“Heyyy, I trrrried to help!” A purr, Amal tiptoes up to bonk their noses in play. “But yooooooou took over to satisfy your own guilt.” 

“Yes, but.. But..” A whine, Ijsbrand giggles before kissing his lover.. ‘Yoooooooooou let me..’ thoughtful mockery of his tone and Amal can only rumble in bemusement himself as they begin to kiss.

Gentle, chaste press that moves in ever perfect sync. Smile meshed over smile, Amal pulls back after a moment to mutter in his grin. “And I’ll let yoooooou have dibs on ruining the bed first.. Go on, get the first flop!” 

“Hmm hmm..” hands that had been sweetly locked are dropped and abandoned to instead take hold of Amal’s hips. The seeker trills from the affection, especially as he is brought in closer to Ijsbrand before being told just as quietly, “Only if you come with me.” 

And not even allowing a moment for his lover to comply, Ijsbrand dramatically falls back onto the made bed, though not without dragging G’amal along with him~

[witch-hazels-musings]

it’s been a long day of work and sitting at your desk.

you didn’t have to complete the usual round of commissions you would accept from the adventurer’s guild, but today you decided to take the day off to write: a hobby of yours you unfortunately have been neglecting since your trip to inazuma.

and yet, today was exhausting. an activity that once brought you so much comfort and pleasure felt more like a chore as writers block shackled both your creativity and ability to write.

as such, you found yourself nodding off in the plush office chair in diluc’s work room. he had left earlier in the day to check on the taverns stock of dandelion wine, much to your dismay. even as he left, diluc sighed, heart breaking at the pout you gave him: “duty calls, darling. and that pesky alcoholic of a bard seems to call even louder.”

you don’t know when you drifted off, but you were awaken by a warm hand brushing the stray hair out of your face. as you slowly opened your eyes you could make out a familiar mop of red hair situated at your left.

“hehe. good morning dear.”

diluc gave a small smile in return.

“morning? i could hardly call it morning anymore. it’s past midnight, love. did you get a lot done today?”

had time really passed that quickly? feeling more awake now, you looked out the window. the stars and the moon greeted you. the familiar feeling of guilt began creeping into your stomach, and you could feel your heart began to beat at twice its normal speed. a whole day, a WHOLE day you allotted yourself to sit down and finish the story that you were able to make such good progress on weeks ago: what had changed? you felt the beginnings of tears coming on.

noticing this, diluc frowned.

“are you okay love? is something the mat-“

“no. i’m not fine,” you half sobbed out. “i-i, i barely got anything done today! it’s like my brain froze and the paper STAYED blank, whatever i did write was awful and i crossed it out and threw it away! i wasted so much paper and i, and i..!” you sniffled, trying to catch your breath as you recalled your unproductive afternoon.

diluc stayed silent, as if waiting for you to finish your train of thought. although when he noticed another wave of fresh tears ready to fall, he could stay silent no more. bringing you close to his chest, he wrapped an arm around your shaking body and used his free hand to lift up your chin to pull you into a chaste, sweet kiss.

the effect was immediate. you instantly felt your anxieties began to seep away, but a part of your guilt remained. sensing this, diluc frowned.

“darling, regardless of how much or how little you’ve accomplished today, i am proud of you. im proud to call someone as hardworking as you as my partner. there will be days when work will not go the way you want, and today happened to be one of those days. do not worry, there are endless opportunities for you to continue writing. but for today, you did what you could: and you did well.”

you felt more tears coming on, not out of anxiety, but of gratitude. you managed a watery smile, and diluc kissed you once again.

“thank you diluc, i truly don’t know what i would do without you.”

“of course my love. now let’s get you to bed.”

(p.s!! the moral of the story is! it’s okay to have some days where you don’t feel like creating!! when you’re a content creator, the output of your work isn’t something mechanical! you are entitled to your own downtime and days to relax!! just wanted to remind you of that since you’re so giving to all of your followers :)) all of us love you and want you to happy above everything else!! so, miss hazel (and anyone out there) remember that you’re valid and you shouldn’t base your self worth off of how “productive you’ve been” throughout the day!! that’s so capitalist and icky!!)

-💖💖

( ᵒ̴̶̷̥  ‸ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥  ✿)

don’t mind me, just over here in feels town as I read this lovely message. Please, i’d so easily break down if he asked me what was the matter and then feel silly for getting so worked up (i’m so emotional T.T) 

literally I don’t even know how you always know when to send me something - are you in my heart!? because you have to be at this point!!!! 

(( I even tell myself that it’s okay to take a break but the GUILT and this stupid feeling of being unproductive -- you got me so good -- am i truly giving enough to you all when I know I could give you more. ugh idk ))

[fortune-failing]

Watch this Bard Bully a Ranger

(After session 30.5 - They came up with the Dragon Nuke plan, before meeting Lacie

London

London had just gotten back from somewhere when he had noticed Beaford spacing out. Deciding to test the boy's awareness of his surroundings, he proceeded to sneak behind him and put a stuffed platypus doll in his hood

Beaford

Beaford is fortunately not that far gone yet and noticed something weighing down his clothes and turned around to see London there. "....What did you just put there?"

London

Not expecting Beaford to respond so soon he stared, racing to think of a good excuse. "A huge spider just crawled into your hood."

Beaford

Beaford actually jumped and tried to throw whatever is in there.

London

He finds the platypus plush! London laughs

Beaford

Beaford looks at london not amused and picks up the platypus plush. "Huh, I didn't know you have something like this."

London

"I just made it. I was thinking of sticking more in there if you kept dazing off." He waves a hand as if to say 'you can have it'

Beaford

"You did? Wow, that's pretty unexpected. You made a bunch of these?" Beaford didn't know that London likes making plushies, and why did he suddenly make them in the middle of the journey? Maybe he was just bored.

London

"Not yet. But they don't take long to make, see?" He proceeded to cheat and try to create another plush with magic...

it worked!

This time a sloth plush appeared

Beaford

"Oh, I thought you were sewing them yourself.......your magic is pretty convenient, I'm kinda jealous." Beaford pokes the platypus plush to check it's quality. It was decent.

London

London scratches his chin to think. "I've never really gone out of my way to try making dolls or anything. Maybe when I was younger. It's hard to recall. But the best magic can do is make generic stuff." He shrugs. " I'm sure you could make something way better."

Beaford

"So why the sudden desire for doll-making? I mean, they're cute but they're kinda out of the blue." Was he feeling nostalgic? "From scratch, maybe, but making it using magic is way cooler."

London

He once again waved it off. "I was just going to see how many dolls it took until I woke you. Sadly, it was only one. But don't overestimate magic. I tried to make dinner with it once and it was so bad.." He smiled and faked a wince to exaggerate his disgust at the memory. "Anyway, since we're here, maybe we can talk. I was wondering about something I guess."

Beaford

"It's still cool......sounds better than starving, at least." Beaford looked at him confused, the only thing he can think of recently is 1) Pawo but he doubt London wants to talk about that. 2) The plan to nuke the dragon but if it's that important, London would have brought it in front of everyone..maybe..."Huh? What about?"

London

"Yeah, that's true. It could probably save a life in emergency situations." Then it finally hit him how much Beaford was mentioning magic. "Are you interested in learning magic, Beaford?"

Beaford

"Yeah, of course, my magic powers is close to none unfortunately so it's hard to make progress" Beaford laughed sheepishly. "Wait, is that what you're here for?"

London

"Oh, no! I just got distracted." He makes a mental note to come back to this later. "It's just, before you said you didn't find the trip worthwhile once we found out Caila wasn't the princess, right? Are you still having doubts about the journey?"

Beaford

"Figured, teaching magic to me is unfortunately useless by the way." Beaford rests his chin on his hand to think. "I guess. Although my concerns are a lot more different than before now, at first I was concerned because we got thrown into something a lot huger than we signed up for and now......I'm still not sure if we're in the right side at all. I mean, Caila haven't really give us any proof that Nonis is as evil as she says."

London

"Really? Didn't your sword operate by some magic, though?" He got the sense this may have been a senstive subject, so maybe he shouldn't press on it further. "Haha, I guess you're right... She's always been kind of suspicious. It really doesn't feel right to choose sides without seeing just what kind of people they are. It'd be nice if we could talk with Ashfa again. Maybe she could give us clearer answers."

Beaford

"I suspect it was more of the sword's magic than mine, the first time it spews fire I was surprised too." Beaford sighs and scratches the back of his head. "Well, Ashfa seemed to trust her at least since she kept her secret from us. But aside from that, we never had much to trust on."

London

"Hmm.. Have you tried reading books and stuff?" He presses on the subject anyway because he is a meme.. "It'd be nice if we could talk to the next guardian.. Didn't Caila say he'd understand the situation if she spoke with him? I just hate that he's going to oppose us first, agh..."

Beaford

"I tried having another mage teach me before....didn't end really well." Beaford looks at the distance as if he's deep in thought but he's really not. He just wants London to get the hint maybe. "I'm pretty sure the Phalanx is already there though so we have to get through them first. I guess we didn't talk much about nonis to the library guardian, huh."

London

"Huh... Well, I wasn't going to teach you or anything, but if you're ever interested in trying to learn on your own, I can give you my old books. That's kind of how I went about things I guess. For the most part anyway." He figures he doesn't need to give details. "Phalanx is probably there, but we'll see how it goes. With your bomb arrow trick I think we have nothing to worry about."

Beaford

"Tried that, didn't work either. Thanks for the offer anyway, London." Beaford waves his hand. "I sure hope so but we still need to have a backup, just in case. Even if we did take care of the dragon, the Phalanx themselves should still be a pretty strong threat."

London

"Ah, I see.. Well, nothing that can be helped I suppose! At worst, I guess you can just rely on magic artifacts like the sword. Either way, you're sword skills are more than enough to make up for it! Thanks for always saving everybody's lives." He laughed. "Anyway, what I really wanted to ask was about the reward! What reward are you hoping for after this journey?"

Beaford

"Mmmmm...." Beaford replied with an approving tone but he doesn't sound particularly happy. "Well, I was going to ask for money because I expected it to be just a simple delivery job but that's not the case anymore, isn't it? At this point I feel like actually finishing this journey safely is reward enough. What about you, London?"

London

London quickly regretted asking more on the magic subject, but tried to not let it affect him. "Ah, I guess it's a bit difficult to say now. Hm.." He glanced away awkwardly. "So... how did things go with Pawo? I hope admitting the joke didn't ruin your chances..."

Beaford

"Why? Do you not know or is it something really weird?" Beaford asked curiously. "Oh, that. Don't worry, things with went Pawo went well."

London

"Haha, it's nothing to worry about. I'll probably tell later. So it's good to hear things went well then.. Um. Did you really think something happened that night at the hot springs?" It was a weird question, but he asked like it was the most normal thing in the world

Beaford

"Uh, alright." Beaford raised an eyebrow, come on you're the one who brought it up. "I guess both of us did? It was just weird, I didn't think it was a huge deal but Pawo actually deeply apologized to me a few times."

London

"Really?" He looked surprised. "Pawo wasn't acting like he thought of it that way.. But I guess even he bends the truth sometimes, huh? Hehe. Still, that makes me question my own memories. I really based it off an experience I went through.. Don't tell Faelian. " He intentionally mumbles that last part.

Beaford

"It's more like he mask his emotions pretty well, I would say. Maybe he doesn't want people to know." Beaford's interest suddenly spiked when he he heard the other bard's name. "...What about Faelian?"

London

"Dude, he was totally bending the truth." He shrugs. "I'm not trying to hide anything, I just don't want Faelian to know about the drunk one night stand thing. It's embarrassing, and he'd tease me over it."

Beaford

"He said something about how shamans are supposed to be chaste or something so maybe he's just embarrassed?" Beaford looks at London, he actually didn't get what London was hinting at earlier and London just dug his own hole. "Oh, so you got drunk and woke up naked with bottles and a one night stand before?"

London

"Well I mean, I'm not going to judge him for a little white lie. If that makes him feel better, then I see nothing wrong with it. But... Yeah... Kind of...." London holds his arms and lazily looks away whistling to pretend it's not a big deal

Beaford

"Well, you don't have to worry about me telling anyone at least I'll keep it a secret." Beaford's curious but at the same time don't care enough about London's sex life. "Was that all you wanted to talk about?"

London

"Good." He smiles. "But yeah, I guess that's it. Talk to you later.."

Beaford

"Really? Did you just mostly wanted to ask about the reward? Well, see you later then. Nice talking to you."

London

He doesn't answer and walks off rip