#i will dispel negativity with cute drawings

[vongulli]

How can your drawings erase any amount off negativity in a blink of an eye. Ok but seriously your art is amazing. The way you color and also the outlining and stuff its just incredible and also your character designs.

WHAAT THIS IS SO SWEET!!! thank you!! ;__; !!!!

That means a lot to hear, when i draw I put all my love into it- its just fun that way!! Im always thankful my silly stuff can bring someone a smile!!

[a-sterling-rose]

Ella Fenton Redesign

I honestly didn’t anticipate this to take me as long as it did. I just wanted to draw a Ella that was based on the headcanon that Maddie Fenton’s hair is naturally curly. 

Despite having her show up in two episodes, we don’t really learn much about Ella as a character. Her clone status has always been her core theme. I hated this even as a kid. Like, come on, Ella is traveling the world! Am I being selfish for wanting a spin-off show focusing on Ella’s adventures of encountering other cultures’ mythical creatures/cryptids? My God, can you imagine if Ella got the chance to meet other liminals?! I want a supernatural spin on Dora the Explorer/ Go,Diego, Go!

I don’t have any issues with OG Ella’s human outfit, so I didn’t really gravitate away from it nor it’s color scheme. I just wanted to play off the idea of Ella starting to experiment with her fashion. Mainly, the introduction of the skater skirt. They are so comfortable and pretty! Like, I wanted to show a stage were Ella is starting to realize ‘girly’ clothes doesn’t equal uncomfortable, but hasn’t dropped her tomboy vibe. Because of her travels, I gravitate to the idea of Ella being much more spiritual. Her relaxed eyes and the gradient blue shirt Ella is wearing is my attempt to show how much more ‘hippy-like’ Ella is now. Her raised right hand is a gesture of fearlessness in the beliefs of Buddha Mudra. It represents protection, peace, benevolence, and the dispelling of fear. The second meaning that I believe really speaks to Ella is overcoming fear. The biggest change I did beyond her hair is the inclusion of the scarf/veil. Despite how many people see it as a form of oppression, veiling has been a practice common in European, Asian, and African cultures throughout history. Veiling is to hide/protect the wearer from outside harm, mainly negative energies and harmful intentions. Despite how many see this as a common fabric, this veil is the main thing protecting her from Vlad. I imagine their is a sigil stitched on the inside of the the veil, but we’ll get more into that later. While I was working on her, Ella started giving me strong Romani vibes which I honestly started to fall in love with. Not only that, but I also liked the idea of Ella getting really into gremlincore/goblincore. The idea of her having mushroom accessories was adorable, but I didn’t want to get sick of working with Ella, so these ideas can be explored on a different day. 

I hit an even bigger wall of possibilities with Ella’s ghost form. My ultimate goal was to get rid of Ella’s mid-drift. Seriously, why was this ever a thing?! Even though I don’t dislike the idea of Ella wearing an hazmat suit like Danny, I just decided to drop it all together. With this outfit, I wanted to play on the idea of Ella “dressing to impress”. Ella is pretty observant despite her naivety. People clearly respected Vlad when he was in a suit, so she wears a dress. She wears long white gloves for a dash of sophistication. And the white tights and the long black boots are for comfort. I inverted the color of her pink veil, which got me this really cute blue that I made the main color beyond the black and white. The blue gives me ocean vibes, which is only enforced with the giant blue bow that looks like seashells to me. And once again, I was overwhelmed with a sea of ideas. I love the idea of Ella encounters being equal to meeting a straw cat on the street: Everyone wants to adopt her. 

-Ella could have a Far Frozen outfit, a fur coat/shawl created with the shedded fur of the yeti’s as a sign of affection

- Ella could have a blue galaxy dress as a connection to Nocturne

- A purple cloak that matches Clockwork’s

- A blue medieval dress that Princess Dorathea gifted her

- A purple flamed medieval dress that Fright Knight stitched for her

The ghosts she decides to claim as family created the sigil that marks her for protection on her veil, but again, I got too overwhelmed by the possibilities, so I’m sticking with the simple black dress for now.

Expanding more on Ella’s ghost abilities, I wanted to expand on my headcanon of her being a slime ghost. It's nice to see that I'm not the only one who has thought of Ella having slime/acid abilities. https://www.tumblr.com/schnuffel-danny/701858169515835392/what-if-dani-used-her-natural-ability-to-melt?source=share

For Ella’s slime form, I was inspired by the character Inque from Batman Beyond- mainly with metamorphosis abilities and the white face. Ella would be different with her acidic compound, but would be weak against water and ice just like Inque. 

I imagine Ella first believing she’s becoming destabilized again and goes to the Ghost Zone to find Danny as he is off training in the Far Frozen. However, she is stopped by what appears to be plague doctor. He tells her that it’s a terrible idea for her to go to the Far Frozen, and decides to make her his patient, thus kidnaps her for ‘observation’. Danny finds out and tries to save her, but appears to be too late as he finds Ella in a puddle state. However, the green puddle moves, which then morphs into this slime form of Ella. 

Ella needs to morph into this slime form every once in a while for her core to proper rejuvenate itself, she needing to eat a rich ecto-diet that the plague doctor offers multiple options as Ella moves between the Ghost Zone and Earth(Ella has a Fenton gadget that lets her explore more easily, deal with it). The doctor says that Ella doesn’t need to worry about destabilizing if she gets low on ectoplasam, which eases her and Danny’s worries.

The relief vanishes when Danny get’s surrounded by panicked ghosts. They tell him that his sister/cousin is on a rampage in the Ghost Zone. Worried, Danny quickly goes to see what has going on, and came face-to-face with this:

Many ghosts quickly learned to always offer food tributes whenever they see Ella. Nobody wants her to ever be hungry again.

While I was drawing Ella, I remembered that she apparently likes space just like Danny. I always got the vibe she only knew of it because Vlad wanted to make her as ‘Danny-ish’ as possible, but the memory made be think of something. What if I made Ella be like The Thing from The Thing? While I drawing it, I then wondered how I was gonna make it clear that this was Ella? Then I remembered that Grandma monster from The Spongebob Movie. So, yeah, this is my Eldrith Ella I guess. 

Ella has to be one of the most underrated characters in Danny Phantom. There’s so much you can do with her, yet she is always delegated into her clone status. The show treats her as an afterthought. The phandom typically treats her as an afterthought. Even google treats her as an afterthought.

Ella deserves to be seen as her own person. I never want destabilization to ever be an issue for her again, for she’s more than a clone.

[hopeless-ro-simptic]

Sweet Poison - Yandere Alpha! Tamaki Amajiki x Omega! Reader - Pt 2

Warnings: forced/unknown drug-use, this one is pretty safe for work I guess? Idk maybe there should be a warning that this is all over the place. I felt like we needed some background, a go-between from part 1 to the next part. 

Word Count: 1.8 k 

This part I feel like kinda downplays the whole yandere thing... i’m not sure i’m getting it to come across right but just wait till next part. This is more kind of backstory and explanation. 

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The first time that Tamaki’s eyes landed on you, he knew that you were the one. The sun that out-shown even Mirio. The sun that had him squinting, unable to look your way. You were a third year, like him, studying in the support course. You had been assigned to work with him on updating his costume, perfecting every minor detail until it was all completely perfect. You had wanted to be a designer, and your work was … flawless to Tamaki’s eyes. One look at his recently upgraded costume had him convinced you could easily make it big in the costume fashion industry.

It wasn’t until he smelled you, truly smelled you, however, did he truly lose his mind. To him your scent was absolute perfection, warm and inviting, making him feel like he was basking in the sunshine that you emitted. He was enamored when he first met you… his alpha was obsessed.

Any chance he got, any excuse, he would make his way over to the support workshop that you spent majority of your time in, always dragging either Mirio or Nejire along, never getting out more than a stutter to you about any changes if any that he wanted to make to his costume, most of the time not even asking you for anything and just watching from afar as his classmates handled their business in the workshop with the students that had been assigned to their respective costumes, pretending he hadn’t come just to watch you.

You had approached him first, struck up the first conversation that lasted more than three words. Making him practically jump out of his skin when one moment he had you in the corner of his eye as he listened to Nejire prattle off about how she wanted a way to better stabilize her in midair, the next you were lightly tugging on his uniform jacket, your omega scent enveloping him completely.

Before he could even react you had whisked him away from his safety net of his friend, off towards your workstation where you had launched into a long-winded explanation about a dream that you had had, one where you had seen a different version of his costume clear as day and how you just had to run the idea by him and see if he liked it.

His brain was too focused on the fact that you had straight out said you had dreamed about him.

It had taken you several moments of him openly staring at you, the first time that he had actually made eye contact, his face as red as a tomato to realize what you had said. You hadn’t meant to let that small detail slip out, only wanted to show him the drawings you had come up with, and within seconds you were redder than he was, your scent turning sour with panic. Would the alpha freak out? Would he insist that some other support student, one that didn’t have creepy dreams about an alpha they didn’t know, an alpha that probably was already courting someone else, work on his costume? You were devastated at the thought, the thought that you wouldn’t get to work on the Suneater’s costume. At the thought that he would find you creepy and an annoying needy omega. At the thought that he could reject you before you had even had a chance.

After all, he hadn’t been the only one that had taken notice of the other. You had clocked him the very first time he had stepped into the workshop several weeks ago already knowing who he was, noticed the way that his scent immediately had you calming down, your omega yearning to reach out and find safety in his arms as soon as you saw him.  Not to mention you had thought he was ridiculously cute, and had already had a smidge of a crush after watching him at the sports festival the previous year. You had found it beyond endearing the first time he had been dragged over to your station by his blue haired friend, barely getting out a stutter before his friend took over explaining what he had wanted updated in his costume.

As soon as his brain registered the absolute panicked sour scent wafting off of you he was moving into action, his fingers softly brushing your own before they slipped around your palm, holding your hand so gently as his thumb rubbed your hand reassuringly. His alpha pumping out it’s best calming scent, the one that was supposed to biologically tell omega’s that they were safe. The one that had you practically melting into his arms. He was a stuttering mess as he reassured you that it was fine, that he found it cute that you were so excited to work with him on his costume, and to please relax, that you were okay, everything was okay.

Once he had gotten you to calm down, the two of you had immediately separated upon noticing just how close you had gotten, faces remaining red throughout the rest of your conversation. He had been content to listen to you as you explained in great detail just all the changes that you had envisioned, and you had been beyond ecstatic that you had him sitting at your work bench, his attention solely on you. You don’t even think he noticed he was making eye contact with you the whole time, intensity in his eyes that had you running out of air.

Just a few short weeks later and the two of you had started courting. Your relationship feeling like a whirlwind once it started, the closer the two of you got, the more confident the shy alpha grew, living up to his secondary sex. Within two months you had already moved your nest into his room, being practically inseparable.

You were completely and immeasurably in love with your alpha. Knowing without a doubt that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. The high that you got when you were with him, touching him, kissing him, tasting him, nothing could ever come close to feeling as good. You never wanted it to end.

Unbeknownst to you, Tamaki was clouding your mind.

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“Bunny…” Soft kisses were scattered across your face, fingers weaving into your hair and brushing it out of your sleepy face as you groaned softly at being woken up at such an early hour. You tried to cuddle further into the warm side of your alpha, but he was already whispering into your ear, an apology thick in his voice.

Your eyes shot open, pure panic in them that Tamaki immediately kissed your nose to dispel, his pouted lips mirroring your own.

“I know bunny, I want to stay to, but I have to go.” He was already completely dressed in his costume, ready to go. The costume that you had designed, not that the label had stated that, all costumes having to be signed off on and therefor claimed by one of the several designers that the school worked with.

The soft whimper that left your lips had him sighing softly, pressing his lips against yours, you relaxing within second against his touch, enjoying the way your brain went fuzzy, feeling warm inside. Still you pouted when he pulled away, desperate for more.

“Can’t you say you’re sick?” You sounded needy, like an annoying omega in one of the novels you had read, but you couldn’t help it, you felt physically sick with anxiety the longer he was away, last time he had only been gone for six hours and you had been cold and shaking when he returned desperate for his touch and the relief that came with it.

“I’m sorry, you know I can’t. I have to go catch the bad guys, to keep you safe.” That was what he had told himself over and over, that he was doing all of this to keep you safe. That he was going to be the strongest hero and get rid of as many scum off the streets as possible, just so he could have some piece of mind on the rare occasion that you went out with your friends. Not that he didn’t follow you every time. Still, even as he hid in the shadows, watching you and making sure you were safe, he felt restless.

Glancing at his clock he felt his heart break, he had to go now. Leaning down once more he rubbed his nose side to side against yours, pressing one last soft kiss to the tip of it making sure to coat his lips with the poison seeping through his skin before he forced himself out of bed, and out the door.

He had felt guilty, every time that he used the toxic drug that he could produce from eating certain mushrooms on you, but it didn’t stop him from continuing to do it. He knew the affect that it had on people, in small doses, the way that it made them high, made them feel like they were flying. The best feeling they had ever had, and he couldn’t help but want to make you feel that way. To be the only one who could make you feel that way, the way that you had made him feel every time he saw you.

He had found out one day while testing different foods with his quirk, deciding to test a poisonous mushroom just to see what would happen, knowing due to the special lining in his stomach it wouldn’t affect him.  Seen the way that it affected his sparring partner, even though he had given them the smallest dose he could under strict supervision from their teacher who hadn’t been completely okay with the idea but saw the benefits it could have. After they had come down from it they had given him a detailed description and he immediately felt hooked on the idea of giving it to you.

He had come back to his room that night, planning on asking you if you wanted to try it, only to find you distraught and upset from a negative comment you had received from one of your teachers on a costume piece you had worked on for months. He had just wanted to make you feel better, and no matter what his alpha did it wasn’t working, you were devastated. He was livid that they had made you feel like this, that they didn’t like the creation that to him was beyond perfection. Those idiots clearly had no taste, but he couldn’t fix that. The only thing he could do was make his pretty bunny feel better, and he knew just how to do it.

He didn’t think that months later he would still be doing it, but the way that you reacted, the way that you clung to him, begged to be near him at all times, the way that you were completely and absolutely obsessed with him had him swallowing mushroom after mushroom.

He would do anything to keep you happy, to keep you by his side.

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[joshneku]

post-NTWEWY shipping chart, updated w/ commentary

JoshNeku: Post-TWEWY (before AND), I prefer JoshNeku from the original universe, only my own timeline, where Neku gets 3 years not FRIDGED in Shinjuku, but actually alive and gets to finish school before he chooses to stay by Josh’s side in the UG while alive, without sacrificing his RG friendships. So, kind of like Signal to Noise, but different in parts.

Sho/Rindo: I love the imagery of Sho chaotically waltzing Rindo off rooftops as he flies them around in elegant golden circles, maniacally laughing here and there about math. I like the idea that he dispelled of the bird noise on purpose so they wouldn’t over-accumulate on the last day, and that Sho is not pure selfishness and I wanted actual character development for him should he ever succeed the Composer. He will never be suitable if he remains selfish, imo. I want Rindo to have a theme a bit deeper than just dealing with responsibility, as well. But as Rin is in canon, they’re not very suitable for each other, hunh. Regrettable. Maybe if NTWEWY went deeper on themes of apathy and mere self-interest...? But that’s like... the opposite of his very “in-group before all the rest” theme lol...

EriShiki: NTWEWY robbed us. where tf is our confirmation that Gatto Nero is both Eri and Shiki’s brands, huh?! | EriShiki used to be my ideal relationship bc I used to be a fashion major and wanted a Shiki to my Eri :’) 

Eijiru: lol kimchi pizza shipping

Hane←Neku: Idol-crush, admiration, deep respect, and some leftover bitterness but ultimately forgiveness. I like things subtle and lovely, and very tactful on both ends. I like it w/ Neku still being most of all head-over-heels over Josh (regrettably for him). Doting Hanekoma would be lovely. I would love for them to have each other as a muse. I want Hanekoma to see Neku as a light of hope for the UG.

Hane/Hazuki: I just want Hazuki to learn how to give a shit like Neku and Rindo do, yo. imo he needs Hanekoma’s expertise if he’s to ever unfuck Shinjuku lmao lend him out for a deal with the Upper Plane xD

HazRin: I’m eeehh about the ship (not negative, just don’t care that much), but I like the art ppl draw for it. My gripe is that their character designs don’t match for me, that’s it, lol. I’ll only ship it in a specific instance, and maaaybe if a Swallow AU but don’t count on it. I don’t like that Hazuki’s interpretation is so limited/skewed to “he must be evil/weird/--it’s so biased. What, because we were against him at one point, he must be evil? We don’t know anything about him, and I’d rather people not make assumptions. I’d be fine if it didn’t seem like 90%+ of the content lol and some of the art is still nice for that interpretation but yeah, more open-minded takes on Hazuki would be appreciated, thanks. Like. Why is he a social pariah? Dude’s pretty normal? Lots of people don’t feel like they have something they feel that strongly for. It’s normal????? Sure, he scoured a city, but from the viewpoint of an angel...? For all we know the angels were right and Shinjuku really would have poisoned the other grounds. Dude was just following policy, no? If some angels have such a different view of the world, I don’t see the need to judge him for it rather than make him understand. imo people should be more willing to understand before judging others.

Cocogumi: Coco gives me that vibe, lol. and my dream relationship is w/ someone I can do couple cosplays with and go to South Italy in Matera (OTP related...) with for our honeymoon... if we can share hobbies, that’s extra cute. These two are visually appealing, but there isn’t much there either hunh, besides that Coco is doting. And shot Neku (partially) for her lmao...

Rindoka: Acceptable for a het ship for this kind of game, but that’s a low bar lol. Wow, Shouka has an actual personality!! But other than that, they’re a bit boring. Some of the art is cute. That’s it. I mostly dislike it because of ppl who ppl who act like the ship is more than it is, and people who go around bullying/ostracizing others for liking “problematic” ships.

Bret: They’re too similar tbh lol. two dumbasses in an idiot pod

Frin/do: pretty much every frin/do shipper I’ve met besides like 2 are antis. Turned me WAY off of it, but yeah, that Rindo doesn’t seem to care about him as much as like, Shouka for instance, doesn’t help. There just isn’t much there in canon imo, sorry. I don’t care for friends to lovers unless the pining is good personally

I don’t think HT Masuoka knows how old Neku is lol

Ayaka and Uzuki look good together visually, but haaaa.... nothing there obvi lol. You can tell I’m thirsty for good wlw. See, Saika/Ayaka in StN was good... yummy...

I really don’t like ships I find to be heterotypical lol... like if I wouldn’t ship it if they were mlm, I wouldn’t ship it as het, visa versa.

please give Rhyme a girlfriend i’m begging

[travellingarmy]

║Diluc║ Happy Birthday

Contribution for Diluc's birthday.

A/N: I fell asleep while writing so it's late.. I slept for about 2 days..? ^^"

Gender-neutral reader.

Fluff.

Word count: 2.4k

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Not many knew of today's occasion and that was okay. It was understandable that others were not in a celebratory mood since they aren't close to the red-haired tycoon. But Diluc not caring for today was a big deal for you.

Birthdays, in your opinion, should be worth celebrating. So, even if he isn't in the mood to celebrate, you will make today very special and reserved just for him.

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When dawn broke, Dawn Winery was just starting to wake up. A few words exchanged in the halls that was barely audible, light footsteps of the workers across the hall.. But you have longed woken up and was full of energy.

You wanted today to be all about him and so you left the manor without telling him where you were heading. This would mean that Diluc will later wake up to the warm sun shining through the cracks of the curtains, but still be empty and cold, and mostly questioning your whereabouts.

The walk to the city would take a while so you had to get up early if you wanted to meet up with Diluc's.. Somewhat allies.

The streets was quiet, aside from the occasional animal sounds and wind rustling the leaves from trees. There were other early birds like shop owners as well but they were yet to fully get into the Mondstadt groove.

You walked past the shops and stalls and up a couple set of stairs to the Knights of Favonius' headquarters.

When you entered Jean's office, Jean, Lisa, and Amber were already there, chatting as they waited for everyone to arrive. "(Y/N), goodmorning," Jean turns towards you and greets you with a smile.

"Goodmorning." You noticed that there were only three people in front of you and looked around the room before asking, "Where's Kaeya?"

The three women shrugged their shoulders. Just then, as if on cue, the door behind you swung open which drew all of your attention.

There stood none other than Kaeya himself. For someone who is late, he looked disheveled; hair not properly brushed, clothes not properly straightened as he covers his mouth to yawn. "Goodmorning.." he says lazily, blinking away morning tears.

"Uh.." You three stared at him but said nothing and excused his tardiness. "Alright, now that we all are here, let's start with today, shall we?" Jean starts but later decided that you should be the one to break down today's plan for Diluc's birthday.

You know that Diluc will go to the tavern today but you needed him to get out and stay away. You've talked to Charles a couple days back and promised him remuneration if he could take over Diluc's shift, to which he accepted.

It was agreed upon that while you distract Diluc from going to the tavern and think about work, the others will be setting up the surprise.

After separating, you went to look for Diluc who, not surprisingly, was heading to the tavern. "Diluc!" you shouted, drawing the man to a stop and turn his attention to your direction.

You smiled as you run up to him, stopping short by him. "Goodmorning. How did you sleep?" you ask. "Adelinde said that you off to the Knights of Favonius' headquarters. Did you have something you need from them? You do know that I'm right here," he said, clearly not amused that you went to the knights so early in the morning.

You chuckled. "It's nothing important. I was asking for for a simple favour is all."  "Then surely you could have asked me to do it." Wanting to dispel the negative energy, you thought fast of a way to make him stop thinking about the knights.

"Oh, Diluc, you're so cute when you're jealous," you said, squishing his cheeks together. He was unimpressed but sighs, deciding to just let it go.

"Alright. I have matters to attend to and the tavern. I'll see you later at home," he said, putting a hand on your head before shortly removing it and continuing his way to the tavern.

"H, hey, wait a moment!" You grab hold of his wrist. He turns his head and look over his shoulders. He hums a questioning tone. "It's a good day today, don't you think? So, let's just stroll around the city."

He arches a brow. "What is it that you want?" he asks, not wasting time to beat around the bush. "I want to spend today with you.."

He gave a simple 'oh' and avert his eyes, saying nothing. "So, can we spend this special day together?" you pleaded. "I can't.. The tavern--" "I asked Charles to take over," you asserted quickly. "Don't worry, I paid him beforehand."

He looks at you and you looked back with doe-like eyes. After a while, he eventually gave in. "Alright.." You smiled brightly. "So, what do you have in mind?" he asks.

"Nothing! I just want to spend time with you and maybe treat you to something," you answered honestly. "I don't really need anything.." Diluc said and that was true. He was one of the richest people of Teyvat after all, ruling over the wine industry. "I will be fine with a stroll."

You nodded and interlaced your hands with his. It was currently quarter past eleven which meant you still had long hours to waste away. You dragged him around the city, looking at everything that is familiar to you yet unfamiliar to him.

Even though Monstadt is his home, he only ever leaves his house to attend to business matters or the tavern, never really taking time off to stroll.

"Oh! Diluc, Diluc, let's get ice cream!" you burst in excitement when your eyes laid upon a familiar shop. "Ice cream? Isn't it a bit early for you to eat that?" His eyes narrows as he gives you a questioning look.

You turn to look at him and grin. "It's nearly afternoon. It's okay!" He sighs, giving in to your pleas and buying you ice cream. Yes, he's the one who paid and this is when he would not allow to be convinced by you.

"You'll have a stomach ache," he said. But in the end, he was happy with his decision. It was a good choice if it meant seeing you happy when you two stepped out of the shop.

You two walked further down the streets with you sneakily steering the walk away from the tavern. Who knows? Kaeya might slip up and the surprise would be ruined.

At the thought of him, your eyes wandered around, looking for signs of him. But instead of Kaeya, you see Amber carrying a  party box just up ahead which made you nearly choke on your ice cream that you sucked in out of surprise.

"Hey, are you okay?" Diluc turns his head to you, full of concern. "Yeah, I'm fine.." you said between fits of coughs. After you finally stopped coughing, you looked up and look for Amber. Luckily, she was nowhere to be seen.

You sighed a sigh of relief. She must have heard and see you nearly die that she ran away. Diluc notices this and looks over to where you were staring at before looking back at you. "What are you staring at?" he asks.

"Oh, it's nothing.." You forced a chuckle and smile. "You have been awfully weird today.." he finally says. "First, you left early in the morning when it's your day off.."

"What, I can't go out when it's my day off?" you weakly defended yourself. "There is no issue with that.. If only you do that on a normal basis. Typically, you'd be sleeping until 12 in the afternoon," he said. "And secondly, you went to the knight's headquarters of all places for no reason, you said?"

"Ah.." You had to think of something to say. Otherwise, the surprise birthday won't be a surprise. Your eyes darted around the place until finally, it landed on Flora.

"Oh, come here!" You dragged him to Flora's stall and greet the little girl with a smile. "Welcome to Floral Whisper."

"Hey, Flora, can I buy one Cecilia?" The girl nods and picked out a fresh Cecilia and give it to you and you exchanged it for a pocket change of Mora.

You then turned to Diluc who was still waiting for an answer. Smiling, you leaned close to him and tucked the flower behind his ear and moved away.

He crosses his arms, looking unamused. "(Y/N)." You laughed at how funny he looks with that face while wearing a flower. "Come on and smile for me." You stretch his face upwards.

Seeing that you weren't going to tell him, he gives in and sighs. He figures that he will find out later today just what you were hiding all day.

He walks to Flora and asked for another Cecilia and returned back to you. "Hm? Do you like Cecilias?" you asked, looking at the one in his hand. "Having a favourite flower is silly," he said.

He took a step forward and outstretch his hand and place the flower behind your ears. You face felt warm as he remained silent, inspecting you with the newly added accessory.

"Let's get moving. We still have the whole day to spend," he said, turning around and walking away. Seeing his figure moving away, you blinked from a trance and caught up to him, a smile on your face as you interlaced your hands with him once more.

For the rest of the afternoon, Diluc was out treating you to things that have caught your eyes. Funny, since you were supposed to be the one treating him.

Kaeya soon interrupted your little date, casually walking up to the two of you with a smug look to him. "Ah, at last. I found you two," he greets.

"And I was just wondering why you've  yet to show up," Diluc spat. "You were slacking off, weren't you?"

Kaeya laughs. "Come now, Diluc, I didn't get to where I am by being a slacker," he said, raising his arms beside him and shrugs. The redhead scoffs. "You all are incompetent so what do you know about work?"

"Don't be so mean, dear brother. You're hurting my feeling, y'know?" Kaeya said but not even lifting a muscle on his face to express a little bit of hurt. "What feelings?"

"Ouch. You should have gotten a Cryo Vision instead. I think the Gods have made a mistake," Kaeya said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Anyways, (Y/N), we've already finished setting up and I was tasked to deliver you this message."

You smiled excitedly. "Thanks for your help, Kaeya," you said, confusing the redhead beside you. "Now, Diluc, let's head to the tavern."

"The tavern? What for?" he asks, allowing himself to be dragged by the arm. You look at him over your shoulder. "You'll see!"

A couple of steps and the three of you soon stopped right in front of Angel's Share. "Well? Go open it!" you urged him on excitedly while you and Kaeya stood behind.

Diluc eyed you suspiciously but did as told. "Surprise!" Inside, friends greeted him with a loud and enthusiastic voice.

"Hey~ Glad you're finally here, Master Diluc!" Venti waves over from the bar. "Huh? Venti, what are you doing here?" you ask, peeking your head from behind Diluc.

"I'm here for the free wi-- err, I mean, to celebrate Master Diluc's birthday!" he answers.

"Hurry up and get in already," Kaeya said from behind you. "It's starting to get too cold for my liking."

You gently push Diluc inside, somewhat listening to Kaeya's demand. "Well, since Master Diluc is finally here, let's get that cake, food, and wine!" Venti said, already holding a wine bottle in his hand.

Jean came from the back of the room, holding a nicely decorated cake that was lit up with a couple of candles. And everything goes as follows: you all sang to him a happy birthday and wasted the night away. You, like the others, took the partying to the next level, finding yourself too wasted to lift a finger.

"Haha, you can't already be drunk, (Y/N)!" Venti laughs from beside you, drinking his 50th glass and nudges you another one on the cheek.

"Alright, I think they have had one too many glass." Diluc intervenes what used to be a drinking competition. "Wha~t? That didn't even last long!" Venti cries.

"They've already passed out," Diluc said, taking off his coat to put it on you. "I'll be taking them home. You all enjoy yourselves."

"Oh? Well, don't mind me!" Venti said, getting another glass and also looking for Kaeya, hoping he wasn't drunk just yet.

Diluc left the tavern and the rest of the guys, carrying a passed out you all the to Dawn Winery where he immediately asked Adelinde to bring him a large glass of water for you.

He knew you were going to drink but he didn't think you'd be dumb enough to accept a drinking challenge from Venti who could drink beyond a mortal's expectation.

Inside his room, he bears the difficult of changing you. Even though you two have been together for a really long time, it felt wrong of him to do something like this, but you were awfully sweaty and needed to be wiped clean with a wet cloth.

He contemplated but after a while, decided to go through with it, caring about your hygiene more than anything.

He only heaved a sigh of relief once he got you into your nightwear. "You're really a difficult one," he mumbles, getting into his own fresh change of clothes and climbing into bed beside you.

It was still early night, not even near midnight when Diluc allowed his eyes to trace every part of your face, the moon helping him to see. You looked at peace but Diluc knows that you wouldn't be able to go to work tomorrow.

He might not have expressed it, but Diluc is truly grateful for today and to have you keeping him company on cold nights.

Gently, he brushes your cheek with a hand while his other wraps around your waist to bring you close for more warmth, and place his lips on your forehead for a short while.

"Thank you for today.. And I hope you know that I will always love you."

~♡~

[reginrokkr]

"I'm sorry but I have to do this at least once - please don't zap me!" This was all the warning that the traveler would give before he scooped up the small Tinysleif into his arms, encasing the little potato cake in an embrace that he did his best to not make extremely tight. Being impulsive was something that got him into trouble sometimes, but also acting on his emotions was just a part of him and Tinysleif was too cute to not give a squeeze!

Confusion and curiosity reflect in icy sapphire depths spotted with stars at the suddenness of the statement. What is there to apologize for? What is there to zap him for? Unbeknownst to him, Dáinsleif would find out sooner than later. For Aether’s actions seem to be as swift as his words that the Twilight Sword of old is struggling to find sense for still as he moves to scoop him up. The deed alone does naught but add to Tinysleif’s confusion that settles on a frown, not by the act itself, of course— he appreciates greatly how kind and gentle is his touch, but out of sheer ignorance of where this is leading.

Dáinsleif was never an individual known for seeking physical contact, after all, and he is certain that the traveler caught wind of as much during the moments they spent together. Mostly fighting hand in hand against the Abyss Order forces.

...Oh.

To say that the Bough Keeper didn’t anticipate this outcome is an understatement. Snow white features burn in shame as soon as his prominently smaller form is pressed against Aether’s in a tight embrace. Not too tight to cause any kind of discomfort, regardless. The first set of thoughts that cross Dáinsleif’s mind are in the likeness of whether he is so stern that asking directly for a hug becomes god’s work. If perhaps the solidified trust betwixt them is not sufficient to request one. Or maybe— maybe the fact that Aether is fully cognizant of his reluctance to touch more than necessary is the reason why he daren’t ask.

Cyan irises soften thereafter, astral pupils trembling within their orbits when the first set of thoughts is dispelled to give room to a whirlwind of sentiments that wash over him in tidal waves. Comfort. Kindness. Warmth. Dáinsleif has re-learned how nice human warmth is these past days since that Abyss Exegete dared to enchant him in this state. Nevertheless, there is an underlying feeling interwoven with a simple act such as an embrace that he cannot deny. How long has it been since the last time he felt the safety that comes from being surrounded by someone else’s arms in a genuine, kindhearted gesture? Most importantly—

For how long did he yearn to reminisce what it feels like once again?

Ultimately does Tinysleif grasp onto the white fabric of Aether’s scarf with his little hands, face burying into the fallen seraph as much as he can in the semblance of a reciprocated embrace. A mental note to be followed at a later time to remind the traveler gently that should he wish to hug him in a future occasion, there is no need to act so abruptly or assume that a negative reaction will come out of it. For now, he will remain perfectly still to bask in this affectionate touch for as long as Aether wills it. He may draw something from this experience that Dáinsleif ignores, but so does the prophet in reaffirming his humanity. That he, too, needs someone else’s warmth even if he is no longer mortal.

@risingsol ✦

[heatherwitch]

hi! i’ve been struggling with a lot of negative thoughts lately, especially during this social isolation period. do you have any tips for dispelling mental negativity?

Hello! This is a tough time for us all, and it’s completely understandable to be dealing with an increase in negative thoughts and emotions. I’m fairly well-practiced at social isolation/staying at home for long periods of time due to chronic health issues, so I’ll talk about what helps me!

Take care of physical needs.

I challenge you to spend five minutes making yourself more comfortable. Here’s some things you might do:

Change clothes/into something more comfortable. 

Wash your face, neck, arms, etc. with a wet washcloth. 

Brush or comb your hair.

Brush your teeth.

Put on lip balm or lotion. 

Drink some water (at least 3 mouthfuls). 

Go to the bathroom!

Pay attention to sore/stiff areas of your body. Stretch and do what you need to in order to feel better. (Also fix your posture and relax your jaw!)

When was the last time you had fruit or veggies?

Do you have glasses? They could probably be cleaner. 

Get some fresh air, even if you need to hang your head out the window.

Next level physical needs:

Take a bath or shower. 

Go for a walk if you can, or move around your home (dance, yoga, shuffle around in your blanket cloak, whatever).

Set some hydration goals.

Follow your medication schedule.

Eat balanced meals, however that looks for you. 

Go to bed a bit earlier, even if you can’t fall asleep keep the phone put away and just relax. 

Quick mental recharging:

Watch a cute video.

Watch a favorite movie/episode.

Change your surroundings; hang out in a different spot, change the lighting, even just rotate on your bed.

Play some music and fully listen to it. The full song, do nothing but listen. I love turning off the lights and chilling with my headphones in. OR taking a shower with the lights off and the music playing (just be safe!)

Put the phone down for a bit. Even if it’s a designated timeframe (5 minutes, 10 minutes, an hour, whatever.)

Write down whatever is bothering you. What are your thoughts? What’s triggering them? Often getting it down can help us release them. 

On that note, do things without your phone. Create, read a book, watch something with your phone in the other room. It’s a wonderful tool, but sometimes it can be too much!

Long-term mental recharging/goals:

Learn one new thing every day. It can be as simple as googling random facts or as complex as learning a new subject/topic/skill. Watch DIY or how its made videos. Just aim for learning one thing per day. 

Clean/tidy one thing per day. Made your bed? Moved the dishes into the kitchen? Put all the wrappers/whatever into a pile for later? Cleaned the entire house? Great! Just one thing, big or small. 

Get a hobby that doesn’t involve screen time. Knitting? Crocheting? Weaving? Sewing? Reading? Poetry? Gardening? Baking? Drawing? Painting? Creating? You don’t have to be good at it, learning is the fun part anyways! You also don’t have to do it every day, but you’ll hit a point where you’re aimlessly clicking between multiple apps and not enjoying any of it--that’s the time to return to your hobby. 

Figure out a schedule that works for you, and be gentle about it. 

Example: I fluctuate quite a bit with what time I’m ready to fall asleep, and I give myself a certain window that I can stay in bed (generally 10 hours is what I need). If I wake up before then, great! I can stay in bed until the window, but then I at least need to get up and take care of my needs before going back to my bed. But if I’m having a bad health day, that’s okay. You know what level of commitment you need to get benefit out of having a schedule. (TL;DR my schedule shifts with my needs, and that makes it work for me). 

Stay connected. Text people. Call them. Video chat. Send snail mail (if safe to do so). Message them. Let them know when you’re thinking of them. 

Related posts:

Bedridden witch: Stale energy edition

Magic to replenish energy

Rejuvenating witchcraft

Mentally ill witchcraft: For your symptoms

How I recovered from depression influenced by chronic illness

Spoonie witch masterpost

[imagining-supernatural]

Chapter 3: The Study Date

Cracks In The Dam Series – Bucky’s POV

She’s a quiet engineering and physics major trying to forget the demons of her past, and he’s the campus playboy trying to turn over a new leaf. Their friendship is unlikely, but just might be forged to withstand the cracks in the dams they’ve built to protect themselves. (BuckyxReader college au)

Word Count: 2303

Damn, I hoped Y/N wasn’t a stickler for people being on time. Class got out late, then the pizza place I liked was packed and it took half an hour to get the pizza I ordered. As if I wasn’t late enough, there was an accident on the road that led straight to her place, so I had to take a detour. By the time I finally parked my bike in front of her house and cut the engine, it was nearly one-thirty.

I took the steps two at a time and pulled back just in time to stop from running into Wanda as she came out.

“Oh! Hi Bucky.”

“Hey, Wan.”

She looked back into the house, eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “Steve isn’t here…”

“Nah, I know. I’m here for Y/N.”

A careful smile tugged at the corner of her lips and she jerked her head towards the door. “Well, go ahead. She’s just—”

“Stupid, goddamn piece of shit!” Y/N’s yell interrupted her roommate and Wanda laughed.

“She’s in her room. Just follow the profanity.”

I thanked her and headed inside. As I walked down the hallway, I heard her muffled voice as she spoke at a normal volume. Another voice, one that sounded robotic answered her. I pushed her door open silently just in time to see Y/N sink her face into her hands. “Sorry for snapping, Jarvis. I guess this stupid thing isn’t the only thing that has a few screws loose.”

There wasn’t anyone else in the room besides her. Who was the man I heard?

“This looks like a fun time.” Maybe I should have made more noise coming down the hallway because I swear Y/N was startled enough to nearly throw whatever was in her hands at me. Thankfully she refrained, and when she recognized me, her eyebrows shot up.

“Is it one already? Geez. Time really does fly. Jarvis, file everything away for later, please.”

The voice came again, but it seemed like it was coming from one of the many tablets she had surrounding her. “Will do, Miss Y/L/N.”

I caught sight of a few familiar designs before they were swiped away into folders. They were the same ones that Y/N had been drawing in her notebook earlier in class. She seemed more tense than usual. Since history obviously wasn’t her favorite subject, it probably was a good idea to get some food in her and get a few laughs out of her before diving into it.

“I didn’t know what kind of pizza you liked, but I remember hearing Nat say one time that you’ll eat anything. So I got a mayo and pea pizza.”

“The fuck? That’s a thing?” The look on her face was absolutely priceless. Disgust and curiosity in nearly equal parts. Though, from the way she slightly leaned away from the box I set down between us like it was some contagious disease, I figured she was much more disgusted.

Still, her reaction made me laugh harder than I had since Aunt Jeanie called on Friday night. “I saw it online. How messed up is that? Don’t worry, it’s actually just mean lovers.”

“Oh, thank God,” she breathed reverently, pouncing on the box like a lioness. The moan she made at her first bite prompted my mind to take a quick detour into the gutter, but I quickly pulled it back. Friends. Only friends, Bucky. “This is so good. I had no idea how hungry I was.”

“Yeah,” Nat’s voice pulled my attention from Y/N’s look of pure pizza worship. “You haven’t eaten anything since we had breakfast this morning. Oh, hi Bucky!”

To say Nat was excited to see me in her friend’s bedroom was an understatement. I chose to ignore it though, in favor of ribbing Y/N. “Not true. You had a granola bar in class today.”

“That sounds fake,” Y/N said slowly, taking stock of everything.

“Oh, right!” It was almost too easy. Y/N had been so distracted today that I almost felt bad for setting her up for this teasing joke. Almost. But not quite. “You were going to eat one, but the granola bar sat on your desk all through class while you doodled, so I ate it for you.”

“You stole my granola bar?” A piece of meat came hurtling towards me and I easily dodged it, laughing. “Rude.”

“You didn’t even notice. How offended can you really be?”

“So…” Nat started, that matchmaker twinkle back in her eyes. “Are you two, like, friends now?”

“Yes.” She threw food at me. We were definitely friends now.

Y/N, however, didn’t agree. “TBD. It depends on how good of a history tutor he is.”

“C’mon, Y/N!” Nat whined. “He brought you pizza. Food. Sustenance. You know, calories? The thing that is essential to life that you constantly forget about?”

Grateful that Nat was on my side, I smile at Y/N, even as my mind is filing away her words for later. Y/N forgot to eat sometimes? The way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. Maybe it was the same way with Y/N and friendship.

“Yeah, Y/N. Pizza. The food of friendship. Just give in. Admit it. Repeat after me, doll: Bucky Barnes is my amazingly sexy and hilarious friend.”

Her delicate eyeroll makes me smile bigger. She’s not making this easy on me.

“I can literally build a robot to get me pizza.”

Robots, huh? Nat just laughed and walked away. “Good luck, Buck!”

I’d gotten her to laugh, and I’d gotten some food in her. Now it was time to prove my worth. Prove that I was here for her and not just as a ploy to get into her pants. And, for most people, what was less sexy than fifteenth century history? So I reached for my backpack and pulled out my notebook. “But can you build a robot to teach you history?”

“Can you teach me history? That’s the real challenge.”

“I’m up for it.” Not only would I be earning friend-points, but I would be able to get to know how Y/N thought. I’d get to know more about how she worked.

As long as I could hold her attention for longer than one minute, I would be a better teacher than our professor. For someone who could stare at the same equation for an entire class period, Y/N did not have any sort of attention span when it came to history.

I was about to change that.

*****

I had yet to change that.

We were an hour into the study date and she just couldn’t seem to wrap her brain around anything I’d been trying to teach her. I was starting to get frustrated. Not with Y/N. With myself. We were both smart people. I should be able to figure out the best way to get her to pick up on this shit. But her brain didn’t work in any of the ways that mine did.

“Why are there so many people?” She suddenly yelled, slamming her textbook closed. “Why do they do so many things? Why does this even matter?”

Watching her lose her cool had to be the funniest damn thing I’d seen in days. After an hour, though, I figured we deserved a break. And what better way to take a break than to get Y/N riled up some more?

“Maybe if you’d stop being so stubborn, then we could—"

“I’m not stubborn!”

Yup. That had been the right button to push. She was just so damn cute when she was arguing with me. “Really? Not stubborn. You’ve been working on the same doodles since class on Monday. Whatever you’re trying to figure out, you’re stubborn enough to not give up on that. You’ve only been trying at this for an hour.”

“Yeah, well,” she shrugged, looking over at the pile of tablets beside her. “Those designs are literally the key to my future. This is… literally history. It doesn’t matter at all.”

The key to her future… Those designs were the way that she thought. If I knew what they were, I could maybe get more insight into how her brain worked and then we could actually get somewhere on this studying.

“What are you working on? Those doodles, the stuff that was spread out when I got here. What’s that?”

“It’s for work.” She seemed hesitant to say anything more, so I just waited patiently, hoping I earned enough of her trust for her to give in. I saw the moment she did. Her shoulders relaxed and her fingers started tapping on her leg as she began her explanation.

And damn I knew Y/N was smart. But hearing her talk about building something for soldiers to take into warzones? Her words were a confusing jumble of thoughts, but I could follow enough to be in definitely awe by the time she wound down.

Weapons… robots… Tony… Shit, I wasn’t as smart as I thought I was.

“Okay, okay. So, I might be really dumb here… but I just put together that you work for Tony as in Tony Stark. Stark Industries.”

“Not dumb. I don’t really advertise it,” she confirmed.

“Holy shit Y/N. I knew you were smart, but Tony Stark smart? Shit, I am so out of my league in this friendship.”

A proud smile flashed across her face before she deflated. “Not when it comes to history.”

“Nah, that’s not it.” I wanted to dispel any of those negative thoughts as quickly as I could. “I think we’ve just been approaching this wrong. I’ve been trying to get you to focus on the people. The story behind everything. Your brain doesn’t work that way.”

“I’m not good with people,” she easily agreed, surprising laughter from me. Where did that stubborn girl go from a few minutes ago?

“You can say that again.” She shoved my shoulder in retaliation for my little jab and I added another mental friend-point. “You don’t focus on people. That’s not going to work for you. But the weapons, the technological advances. If you can get the progression of those things down, then you’ll be able to branch out and remember the events that led up to all of those.”

Her eyes were glazing over. Man, she really hated history.

“Or, counter idea, I just drop out of college entirely and live in a cave on a mountain. Much more preferable to learning about history.”

“Doesn’t help the soldier though.”

“Shit, you’re right.” Her dramatically crest-fallen expression made me laugh. I liked joking around with Y/N so much more than I expected. “I’m gonna give you another half hour to work your history magic. Then I need to get back to work.”

Even though I needed to get on the road and head up to see Aunt Jeanie and Rebecca as soon as possible, I wasn’t quite ready to call this quits. “We have a test next week.”

“I know.”

“And a paper due in a few weeks.”

“That’s a problem for another day.”

Was she even passing this class? Sure, it was a general credit, but it was a hard credit. This professor graded tough. And she was procrastinating when she was already so lost?

“Next week, next few weeks… I have a big presentation on Friday that I can’t fuck up for work. Stark board of directors, some government officials… I’ll worry about the test next week.”

As if I’d forgotten about how smart she was, there she goes reminding me again. How many juniors in college could say that they were going to present a design they worked on with the great Tony Stark to the board of directors of the biggest weapons manufacturer in the world? “Why are you even going to college, Y/N? It seems like you’ve got a good thing going with Stark.”

“Gotta get that piece of paper that says I have a degree. It sucks.”

She had a point. “I hear ya there. Alright.” I pretended to crack my knuckles and stretch my neck like preparing for a fight. “Half an hour. Here we go.”

And half an hour later, we actually made some progress. I packed up my stuff with a satisfied grin on my face. To think that she doubted me. It just took a bit to get everything going, but we finally pushed down some walls.

Speaking of pushing down walls… I grabbed the last slice of pizza and chewed on that while Y/N walked me to her front door. “So, Y/N. You ready to admit it yet?”

“Admit it…” She looked like she had no idea what I was talking about.

“That we’re friends? First study session is over.”

She closed her eyes and put on a long-suffering expression. “Fine. Yes, Bucky. We’re friends.”

I pumped my fist into the air. “Yes!” She laughed at my theatrics and I couldn’t help but grab her cheeks in my hands and press a quick farewell kiss to her forehead in my good mood. “Good luck on your presentation on Friday. You’re gonna kill it.”

“I’m going to see you in class on Friday, right?”

Halfway out the door, I shook my head. And was that disappointment on her face? Maybe it was just my own wishful thinking. “I have some family shit to take care of. I’d tell you to take good notes for me but…”

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.”

I walked to my motorcycle with a huge grin on my face. Why did it feel like I just won the lottery? All I did was get a girl to admit she didn’t hate me or just tolerate me.

Whatever the reason, this victory gave me the push I needed to pack up and drive home to see my little sister in jail.

[anxiously-unsatisfied-world]

The Heart’s Home Chapter 8

A/N: So, it’s been nearly four months since I updated this? Oops. I got busy writing for other fandoms and cosplaying and stuff but here’s this. Our favorite emo boy makes an appearance! :D

Warnings: Vague indications of abusive parents (like nothing explicit this chapter - the parents are referred to as strict not abusive but still); vague food mention (let me know if anything else needs to be tagged!)

Word Count: 2307

Main Four Sides / Other Characters 

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

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It takes no time at all to decide on what to eat from the food court and Logan goes over to order as he’s the least likely to forget all three of their orders. Meanwhile, Patton and Roman find a table, settling down and waiting for Logan to return.

While they wait, Roman idly starts humming a Disney song which turns into a game where they each sing a line of a song until one of them messes up or forgets the lyrics. Roman has a tendency to make up words whenever he forgets the line (though it doesn’t happen often - not with Disney songs), the new lines sending Patton into fits of giggles each time.

By the time Logan arrives with their food, Roman and Patton are in stitches of laughter as they’ve abandoned the game in favor of making up the most ridiculous lines sung vaguely to the tune of Disney songs.

Logan simply smiles and sets down their food, distributing napkins and everything before sitting down himself. “I see you two are having fun.” Logan comments and Patton nods eagerly.

“We sure are!” Roman agrees, “Our little sunbeam here is really good at coming up with random lyrics that still rhyme!”

Patton giggles softly as Roman praises him, a wide smile on his face. He wiggles happily in his seat as Logan, in turn, gives him a proud smile.

“Then it seems we have a little poet on our hands,” Logan says and Patton manages to light up even further, becoming an utter ball of sunshine and happiness (not that he wasn’t already)

It’s nearly silent while the three of them eat, each too ravenous to consider taking a break to say something when it could be said once lunch is over.

The next store they head into after finishing lunch is Hot Topic, due to the massive amount of fandom merch inside. Patton rushes over to the Harry Potter stuff the minute he spots them, his eyes wide with excitement and awe.

“There’s so much!” Patton squeals as he looks over all the pieces of jewelry and clothing.

“That’s true!” Roman agrees, looking at Patton with a curious expression. “This does bring to mind that we don’t know what your Hogwarts house is.”

“I haven’t taken the official quiz yet but I’ve always thought I’m either a Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff.” Patton looks closely at a Gryffindor shirt with a grin.

“Hmm, yes. Perhaps a Gryffindor?” Logan comments, looking lost in thought as he puts together what little he knows of Patton’s behavior and past with the common traits of the house. “Gryffindors do have a strong sense of morals as well as being trusting, both of which seem to suit you.”

“Well, why don’t we buy Gryffindor stuff or generic merch until we know for sure?” Roman suggests. “If you don’t turn out to be a Gryffindor, then you could say you got it because it’s Harry’s own house.”

Patton’s eyes light up at that and he nods eagerly. “That sounds great! Though, I’m curious… What are your houses?” Patton glances between them with a curious expression. Logan seems like a Ravenclaw if the way his room was set up is any indication, but Roman… Roman seems like he could belong to almost any of the houses.

“I am a Ravenclaw,” Logan confirms and Patton grins that he got it right. He then looks to Roman curiously, wanting to know since he can’t seem to put a house to him.

“I am a Slytherin.” Roman presses a hand to his chest, leaning forward and almost whispering this to Patton as if it were some big secret.

“Ooh. Cool!” Patton says with wide eyes. That was one he considered but only briefly so it’s kind of a surprise, but a good surprise.

“Surprised, are we? In addition to being ambitious, we Slytherins are creative beings! Not to mention charming and self-reliant.” Roman boasts, gesturing dramatically and nearly hitting something on a nearby display, causing Patton to giggle at his sheepish expression. “Sounds fitting, does it not?”

“Yeah! It does now!” Patton says happily and Roman grins at him.

They start picking out merch for Patton to take home, though neither Logan or Roman is able to resist bringing something small home for themselves. It certainly doesn’t hurt when Patton mentions that they’ll match since they all got their house variant of the same bracelet, making the additional purchase worth it in their eyes.

After grabbing everything Harry Potter they want, Roman and Logan let Patton wander the store to see if there’s anything else he might like. The Pokemon section catches his eye but Patton decides to go there after making a full circle in the store.

The ceiling-high displays of T-shirt designs manage to grab his attention and keep it upward, so much so that he’s not looking where he’s going. A hand reaches out and grabs his shirt causing him to realize that he’d nearly walked into a display without meaning to.

Patton looks to the source who had stopped him, his eyes going wide with awe, even as the kid shrinks back a bit nervously. The kid lets go of his shoulder and draws his hoodie in around himself tighter.

“Hey,” Patton says softly, able to sense how nervous the boy is. “Thanks for stopping me! Would have hated to knock something over. I can be a bit clumsy sometimes.” Patton says, laughing softly with the hope to dispel some of the boy’s nerves.

It seems to work when the other’s lips quirk up slightly and he relaxes a bit, straightening the purple and black hoodie instead of using it as a protective barrier.

“It was no problem. Is this your first time to Hot Topic?” The boy asks, sliding his hands into his hoodie pocket and watching him with ice blue eyes hidden under a layer of black fringe.

“Yeah! It is. It’s really cool here!” Patton says with all the eagerness he usually has, causing the boy to snort softly.

“Yeah. I’ve been shopping here for a while.” The boy says and boy does he look it. Nearly everything he has on, aside from the purple patches on his hoodie, is black much like the clothes surrounding them.

Patton grins at him brightly and he looks a bit surprised at how much Patton seems to enjoy talking to him. Is he used to people not wanting to spend time with him? Patton’s heart breaks at the thought and he decides then and there that he’s going to become this boy’s friend, no matter what.

“I’m Patton! What’s your name?” Patton asks, tilting his head slightly, which the boy can’t help but find cute. He’s like a puppy, all energetic and innocent-like.

“Virgil.” The boy says before making a face slightly as if anticipating how Patton will react. “I know! It’s a kind of weird name, but I like it. It matches my sister’s, at least a little.”

“Wow! That’s such a cool name and it’s awesome that you match with your sis. Are you close to her?” Patton smiles as Virgil brightens a bit at the question and Patton’s positive reaction.

“Yeah. She takes me shopping as much as she can. She likes this store too. It’s kind of where I got it.” Virgil says, a small smile playing at his lips.

Before Patton has a chance to say anything else, he hears Logan call out, “Patton? Did you find anything?”

Patton gives a half-apologetic smile to Virgil, who looks a bit dejected that they’ll have to part so soon. “Yeah - kinda!” Patton calls in response, knowing they’ll be able to find him as the store isn’t that big.

But before they do find him, someone with long black hair approaches them. “Oh, Virgil, who is this?” Her voice is soft and kind, clearly meant to be comforting.

“Hi! I’m Patton! Virgil helped stop me from running into a display.” Patton says with a sheepish grin.

“Yeah, he’ll do that.” The girl says with a fond smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Patton. I’m Violet, his older sister.”

Patton grins up at her, about to say something else when he hears Roman speak from behind him. “Oh, there you are, Patton! I see what you meant by kinda.” Roman laughs softly and Patton smiles at that.

“Yeah. Virgil helped prevent me from running into something while I was distracted by the T-shirt displays.” Patton says and Roman smiles down at Virgil.

“Thank you for assisting, young knight.” Roman bows his head a bit, almost going a bit too far with the dramatics this time. It’s not like he could do a proper bow in the middle of a store like this - though maybe if prompted, he would.

Virgil gives a slightly confused expression but rolls with it, “I couldn’t let him get hurt like that.” Virgil says with a small shrug. He can’t help but bring his arms up around himself, feeling anxious that Roman would respond negatively, even if he logically knows that wouldn’t happen.

Roman just smiles at that before turning and talking a bit to Violet, allowing the attention to fall away from the anxious boy. Virgil lets out a soft sigh in relief and looks at Patton. “Is he always like that?”

Patton giggles and nods, “Yeah. He’s so dramatic about, like, everything but it’s nice.”

“I bet...” Virgil says wistfully. He can’t help but feel a bit envious of Patton in that moment. He can easily imagine how nice it would be to live with Roman as a caretaker, much better than his own current living situation.

Patton notices the slight change in his mood and tilts his head as he figures out a way to brighten Virgil’s expression, not liking the sad and forlorn expression currently on his face. “Hey, Virgil. What is a cat’s favorite color?”

Virgil furrows his eyebrows at the sudden question. “Uh, I don’t know. What is it?”

“Purr-ple,” Patton says with a grin. Virgil covers his mouth as he lets out a soft laugh and Patton’s eyes brighten with delight that it worked.

Patton keeps telling Virgil cat jokes until there’s no trace of that sad expression on his face. When they look back at Roman and Violet, both of them realize that Logan’s arrived, though Virgil looks slightly confused as to who he is.

“That’s Logan. And the one you met earlier is Roman.” Patton explains upon seeing his confusion and Virgil nods.

“Are they your dads?” Virgil asks softly, not wanting anyone other than Patton to hear this.

“Yeah, I guess so. They recently adopted me so I’m still adjusting to having them as parents but yeah.” Patton says and Virgil’s eyes widen, filling with a mix of emotions that Patton can’t quite read. Is relief one of those emotions?

“That’s chill. They seem nice.” Virgil says and Patton easily agrees, talking a bit about his experiences with them so far while Virgil listens to every word.

While they talk, the adults are also talking amongst themselves. It started as basic introductions and has now moved onto talking about the boys. They learn that Patton and Virgil are going to be going to the same school this fall and that they’ll be in the same year.

“That’s good. I was worried that Patton wasn’t going to have any friends at this school.” Roman says, “But it looks like he and Virgil are on their way to being friends.”

Violet smiles and nods, “I know. Virgil usually keeps to himself but it’ll be good for him to have a friend his age.”

“Maybe we should schedule them to hang out over the summer so they can grow closer before the year actually starts?” Logan suggests, already pulling out his phone to exchange phone numbers.

“I mean, if he’s in my care for the day, then definitely,” Violet says, looking a tiny bit uncomfortable. “Our parents probably won’t let him go to a friend’s house, though, they’re a bit...strict.”

Something about that last word sounds off to all three of them as if it’s obvious that it’s not exactly the correct word to describe their parents. But Logan and Roman don’t say anything about it as it’s not their place to, they’ve only just met the two after all. They can’t pry into their home life just yet.

Logan and Violet exchange numbers before they all turn to Patton and Virgil, finding the boys still chatting softly. “Virgil,” Violet says softly to get her brother’s attention. “I think it’s time we let them return to their shopping. We still have stuff to get as well before we go home.”

Virgil nods, looking a bit dejected at having to leave Patton so soon, not when he’s found someone that seems to like him for him that’s not related to him. Patton notices and smiles at him. “Awe, it’s okay, Virge! I bet we’ll see each other again soon!”

“That’s right. You boys will be going to the same school this year - you might even share classes.” Logan says, hoping to cheer Virgil up. “Besides, you might get to spend time together while you’re still on break.”

Virgil nods, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “Okay. See you soon, Patton.” He says before walking over and taking his sister’s hand, letting her walk them away.

“See ya!” Patton hollers after him and turns to Logan and Roman, still smiling but it’s obvious that he misses the boy even after knowing him for such a short time. “Now...I was thinking about something Pokemon next?”

Logan and Roman both nod and allow Patton to lead them to the Pokemon section, letting him pick what he wants before they pay for everything. Then it’s onwards to another store.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[somnilogical]

Intercommunity Jargon Bargain

Our characters (in order of appearance):

metagameface :3 is @metagameface Hive is Hive 微梦 is @somnilogical Serei c: is @serinemolecule kerapace :s is @kerapace

All have given their express permission to be quoted under these names. The following is a complete transcript of the discourse. Enjoy :3

metagameface :3 - 昨天晚上9點01分 Like, having a term for women with penises, is making it more of a category than it probably needs to be, because the contexts in which you need to specifically talk about women with penises are few, compared the the contexts in which you need to talk about women, or talk about people with penises. Hive - 昨天晚上9點07分 Something tells us any such term would be worn out in seconds on the euphemism treadmill. metagameface :3 - 昨天晚上9點10分 Right, but my point is that the desire to have a term seems suspect, because why are you singling out women with penises to the point that you need a quicker way to refer to them as a group? 微梦 - 昨天晚上9點18分 because futa are hot and sex is important to people? Hive - 昨天晚上9點21分 Considering all the trans people we know irl experience a good deal of like, discomfort and distress w/r/t their genitals, putting them in a group that defines them specifically by genitals seems really shitty. 微梦 - 昨天晚上9點25分 yeah different people have different needs and the needs of pervs is outweighed by the needs of innocent victims. IDK this is probably not a thing to say in public with people who are not your friends. Arguing over which priors to use for generic [member of class] isn't fun. metagameface :3 - 昨天晚上9點28分 nods 微梦 - 昨天晚上9點28分 Just like give a survey or something maybe. Hive - 昨天晚上9點33分 We think that's just it though Somni, at least from our experience, like, trans men for instance, don't want to be in the set of [trans men] they want to be in the set of [men]. They don't want to be treated like a special case distinct from the generic [men] set.  Most people don't transition from like, male to transgender, they transition from male to female. 微梦 - 昨天晚上9點43分 Not all trans people want to assimilate into social structures for the gender they transition to, but for ~90% probably. Trans people, however aren't the only morally relevant agents involved here. The people who creep and perv on trans people (including pervs who are trans) also have experiences and emotions. And being able to talk about what you like is important for them emotionally. When interacting with trans people who are not a part of their subculture using the distinction is probably a net negative utility wise. I see not problem with these people having and using terms with these distinctions within their own subculture. And I think this is a ~motte and bailey. A bit here or something. The conversation started vague and now I am talking about specific solutions. So we should probably refresh and update when these things happen to see if we still disagree. I disagree with you if you say that a distinction between [girls] and [girls] with dicks is a net negative for the world. Serei c: - 昨天晚上9點46分 @metagameface :3, having a term for women with penises is quite relevant when you're, like looking for porn of women with penises which is the context in which this was brought up 微梦 - 昨天晚上9點48分 ^ Serei c: - 昨天晚上9點49分 also futas are different from women with penises, or at least the Japanese term 'futa' is 微梦 - 昨天晚上9點49分 eh yes but also it gets applied to trans girls people have arguments about this on like 4chan metagameface :3 - 昨天晚上9點50分 @Serei c: Ah, I missed that context 微梦 - 昨天晚上9點50分 Okay I mean grrr maybe I am being 2edgy but this is What Somni Actually Believes. And I may be being more forceful on this point because it brings up a rhetorical thing that has been annoying me for a while I both want to reject the point and the technique. Which is gerrymandering morally relevant agents to make your proposal come up with positive net utility. I think this is done when there aren't separate stages for expressing your needs and collectively trying to figure out what is best for the benefit of every agent who is affected by the choice. ~ And people present what they need and their concerns as a "plan that helps everyone" because they don't want what they care about left out of consideration. Instead of what should be protocol which is everyone stating what they want and are sensitive to and then discussing the situation and then brainstorming a solution. In discrete steps. Hive - 昨天晚上9點55分 Something something Moloch kerapace :s - 昨天晚上9點56分 I mean, I think we already have different terms (non-offensive ones, even) for people and pornography, and I think that's probably as close as we're going to get to a nice compromise one can talk about people, the other can be used to talk about people's sexual preferences Hive - 昨天晚上9點57分 Isn't that literal objectification though? 微梦 - 昨天晚上10點00分 But yeah if your plan makes excuses for omitting a class of people because they are serial killers or unintelligent or have a different political philosophy or have money or just leaves them out of consideration entirely, it is probably because including these people makes figuring out a solution that benefits everyone is a hard problem and the planners do not want to cede power because ceding power is painful and might give their ground fewer nice things. When you measure the goodness of a plan ideally you estimate what it does to all morally relevant agents (not non-computing rocks etc.) who are affected by the change and see how to fit everyone's needs together. When making a choice the chooser should desperately want to live in a world where every hair is numbered and every grain of sand. Hive - 昨天晚上10點07分 Unless you can actually do that math and show the positive effects outway the negatives then all of that is just talk though. 微梦 - 昨天晚上10點13分 It is talk which gives us the heuristics that of you omit a class of people affected by the thing from your considerations, you cannot knowingly converge on the correct answer even if you have all the exact numbers. Hive - 昨天晚上10點15分 Okay sure but in that case Chesterton's Fence. 微梦 - 昨天晚上10點16分 It is strictly worse for working out a solution that actually works for all parties if just drop a class of people from consideration. Unless information about them is smuggled in through other avenues. Hive - 昨天晚上10點17分 Okay like, fine, we're not saying 'ignore perverts values' or anything. As a pervert ourselves that would directly effect us. But like, show us the math. kerapace :s - 昨天晚上10點17分 somni I am very confused at what you are saying 微梦 - 昨天晚上10點21分 If "Chesterson's fence" points to the argument I think it does, then I don't think it is even applicable. I know why people are dropped from consideration and I have seen it cause dysfunction and failed plans. I am not saying "why are perverts not being taken into consideration here it seems like and arbitrary hold over from barbaric times". I am saying that omitting people from consideration causes specific harm and is done because people don't want their group to be shafted at the negotiating table so they draw the line around who matters such that there is little uncertainty over whether they will "win" the resources. @kerapace :s Then I shall dispel your confusion! A questioning technique from debates in the middle ages: Can you write out what you think I am saying so far and what part is the Region of Confusion? kerapace :s - 昨天晚上10點27分 so you're saying that the feelings of people who are attracted to trans people need to be taken into account when making the calculus of what language people use when talking about their gender and genitalia 微梦 - 昨天晚上10點38分 @Hive :3 There is a reason people use mathematical models for things that are messy and hard to quantify and this is because they are kind of useful. Thinking about things in terms of utilitarianism even though the numbers are hard to locate instead of just doing what just feels right on an intuitive level at least prevents people from donating to things like the Make A Wish Foundation. Which is clearly not effective at all according to pretty much any metric of charity evaluation that cares for maximizing happiness per a dollar. But the thing is a lot of people don't even think of evaluating this class of things in a considered way as a thing that is done. So even though many of the people who are donating to EA things aren't actually doing any math they still do better than people who use no framework at all and wing it 100% on impulses like guilt or desire to help cute kids. Even if they have only rough numbers, using the model that dominates intuitions under perfect information out performs the the intuitions when both processes are given approximately correct information. There are times when over analysis harms people and the intuitive processes of the brain dominate because they are more efficient than formalized processes using imperfect information as inputs. But I do not think [neglecting to include members of a class of people who are not you in a choice of who should get what resources is a time when intuitive biases do better at locating solutions that are good for all parties] is one of the situations that is easier to reason about when given over to human intuition. @kerapace :s This is correct! Hive - 昨天晚上10點47分 Fine, but we're arguing that in such a situation, doing nothing is a better option then messing with the status quo and adding words to the language that might be harmful. We're arguing for the status quo, unless you can actually do the math that shows that changing the language the way you're proposing will do more good for people attracted to trans people, then it will do harm to trans people (who are already disproportionately marginalized already). Unless you can actually show us the data on that, we're not going to find your argument particularly compelling. Chesterton's fence! basically. 微梦 - 昨天晚上11點02分 Ah! I kind of agree with you there! I think the current direction of word use is good and words shouldn't be regulated and communities of people perving on trans girls should be allowed to use whatever words they want in their own communities. However the phrase "maintain the status quo" is weird and like "act natural". I mean what actions do and do not maintain it how do we measure the difference between how we would act with no agreement. etc. What if without being told to maintain the status quo someone goes out and says that all trans girls are traps and gay. Is that maintaining the status quo or not? Assume that none of us did anything and in fact were locked in a room away from the rest of the world. (Although that would be changing the status quo.) I'm not you, but I think that maintaining the status quo in this case would call you to make a positive action to tell the person saying that to stop advocating for this or to write letters about why they were wrong because they were doing was changing the status quo. If by maintaining the status quo you mean let the communities hash it out between each other with good negotiation norms where everyone's concerns and needs are heard and navigated around so that they fit together in a positive sum way, then we agree on this!

Hive - 昨天晚上11點06分 Realistically communities aren't going to neatly hash it out between each other in every case. Within communities definitely, smaller ones specially, but yes.

微梦 - 昨天晚上11點37分 Yay! Our views have contracted together!

[noro-noro-noro]

I CAME UP WITH A NAME FOR THE BLUE KID WITH 6 ARMS 

that + some basic worldbuilding under the cut

the kid’s name is Zhen (真). means stuff along the lines of true/honest, which is good, bc that’s how this kid is - really curious and friendly and doesn’t understand the concept of lying. literally a cinnamon roll. 

i want this kid to be agender bc there’s nothing particularly masculine or feminine about having organs that aren’t yours or being blue but i keep calling em a he in my head so he/they pronouns for the godlet i guess. 

originally when i first started doodling, this was to be Dzengal, Erl’s second in command. I don’t have a lot of info on Dzengal, just that they do a lot of moving quickly & are probably neutral space specialty (which i will get into later). Dzengal warns people of their offenses. But Dzengal was extremely formal & uptight in my head, & from the 3rd drawing of him, this design was cute & expressive, too good to waste on Dzengal. So I separated that & then toyed with the idea of Dzengal being inside the kid somehow. Phsyically located inside? Possession? I threw all those out the window though in favor of something more interesting. 

This is slightly irrelevant but to kill Zhen, you have to reach through the slit in their chest up into their head and squash their heart, which is up in there. That’s not recommended, since the inside of their body is very hot. 

Anyway. Long long ago, when things were being made, there was the Light, and the Light was ERL, THE PURIFIER. Of course, to balance out the Light/the Order, there was the Dark/the Chaos, and that was THREI THE CORRUPTOR(working name for now). 

random: ERL --> partially from Erlkonig, partially from “The Anti-Erl Kings” which is a throwaway phrase from a series I like. I have to find something as meaningful for the dark. The phrase “Anti-Erl Kings” referred to an enemy from the series called the Echthroi/Echthros, translated from greek as “The Enemy”, and as Living Shadows in the series. Threi is a bastardization of Echthroi, but “living shadow” fits the Dark just fine. 

Neither ERL or THREI are inherently good or bad - they’re rather like opposite forces of nature, each one trying to stop the other. Erl wants order - Threi wants chaos. It’s a long struggle but it is necessary because it keeps balance in the universe. One was never meant to defeat the other when they were created.

Somehow (haven’t decided on this yet), Erl manages to gain an advantage and dispel a lot of Threi by cutting them into little bits of chaos and scattering them far & wide. The largest piece (the coil of intestine hanging out of Zhen at all times) was used as a warning for others. A random weak god was selected, and Erl split it in half, shoved in Threi’s organ, and left him alive as a warning. The god didn’t remember anything afterwards & became a cheery & friendly kid who wondered why people were so afraid of him. idk how he factors into the storyline with dys & diorr & the rest. Threi’s dispersal was a semi-not-recent event, as in it wasn’t BILLIONS AND BILLIONS OF YEARS ago but it happens before the events in Lady Lud’s timeline. 

anyway the point is Zhen's a cute kid who can tap into Threi’s powers when stressed. Zhen’s a fairly decent neutral force specialty, but Threi is literally the other god of the universe. So. Also the universe is slowly breaking apart because there’s not supposed to be only order. I probably do intend for Threi to come back eventually somehow but I don’t know that yet. 

threi doesn’t exist in design yet btw but they’re probably gonna be indistinct & foggy looking, like a negative space outline of Erl. once again i wanted erl to be agender bc there’s nothing particularly masculine or feminine about having 7 eyes and 6 wings and no arms but my brain goes ERL!!! HE IS ERL so is there a gender that’s like, partially male? is that what a demi-guy is? why is my brain like this is i swear to FUCk

While making Zhen up, I came up with a chart to figure out the personalities/abilities of the gods easier so it wouldn’t just be random shit. This is really vague but imagine the alignment chart from DND with new shit on it. here i’ll actually just draw a shitty mockup in ms paint.

like you can figure that. 

Life refers to the creation of life, or in Destructive cases, sucking it out of things Space is being able to manipulate matter to a degree that gets better the stronger the user is. Force is really hard to explain rn bc i’m so tired but it’s what Zhen’s got. 

i was thinking of adding specific traits to each god who has something. bad example but here’s an example: say we have an Aggressive Life god. Aggressive gods tend to be...red. Life gods tend to have a circle-shaped source of power. Or something. 

shit isn’t concrete. a god isn’t like firmly SPACE ABILITY I CAN ONLY TELEPORT OR MAKE ROCKS like it can overlap & shit.

where my current gods fall on the chart - Lady Lud - Creative Space - Zelir - Aggressive Space - Dys - Aggressive Space/Life - ERL - Neutral Space/Force/Life (all 3 at least) - Dzengal (even though they don’t exist fully yet in my head) - Neutral Space - Zhen - Neutral Force

these are thoughts that’ve been thought