#i've been making picrews for like two hours

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Hogwarts AU [pt. 1]

The first time Tim sees him, he is seven, standing by his Father's side, and bored out of his mind.

The 'party' is numbingly dull, full of adults, sparkling flutes of champagne, tiny sandwiches, and fake twinkling laughter. Tim doesn't understand how his parents find any of it interesting; in his opinion, nothing about just talking to people for hours and hours straight sounds as exciting as they make it look.

He wishes he could just go home already. Not that his time in the Drake estate gets any more exciting than bothering house elves or spending his day in the library, but it's still better than this.

Or, Tim thought so until he heard the unmistakable sound of glass shattering on the floor.

He turns around, and there are yelps and screams of surprise and angry swearing. It takes Tim a few seconds to realize what's going on - a few people are holding their hands to their faces, like trying to hide them, and he gets a glimpse of an elephant trunk peeking through the palms of one old lady.

And then, there's a sound of loud, delighted laughter ringing through the room, and the sound of footsteps, and-

"DANIEL!" Tim hears Mr. Masters, the host of the event, yell at the top of his lungs.

A moment later, Tim sees a boy zooming past him, elbowing the adults on his way to push through the crowd and still cackling like a madman. Tim doesn't get a good look at him, what with the boy running so fast he almost trips, but he does notice the messy black hair and the large, knitted blue sweater that looks too big on the boy's body.

"Daniel Jackson Fenton, come back this instant!" Mr. Masters calls again, his thunderous steps louder than all the yelling around them.

The boy doesn't even deign him with a look over his shoulder. Instead, he darts towards the nearest window, opens it with what seems to be practiced ease, and climbs on the windowsill. Only then does he look back to the chaos he created in the room full of respectable guests, and grins.

Tim blinks. He's never seen anyone smile like this, all teeth and mischief, and cheeky excitement.

"What, too old to catch me, Vlad?" He sticks his tongue at Mr. Masters, and just for a moment, Tim is scared the man is going to lunge at him. Yet, right as Mr. Masters gets close enough, the boy pushes off and jumps out the window, his laughter echoing through the night.

Mr. Masters looks like he is about to follow - and Tim is, for once, curious to see if he would - but stops himself short, only leaning out the window.

"Don't bother coming back, you little badger, you are grounded!" The man yells. The only response he gets is another fit of distant cackling from the gardens.

"That is sure a way to entertain the crowd," Father says quietly, and the tall, dark-skinned woman he's been talking to before the whole mess happened snorts a short laugh.

Tim looks back to the few people who are still sporting elephant trunks for their noses.

It's the first time he thinks a party full of adults in stuffy robes can be more fun than he expected.

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Some visuals for v i b e s

The room where the scene took place:

Tim's drawing after he was back home from the party (house elves helped):

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I have the vaguest possible idea of where I'm going, but this is definitely going to be a multichapter thing.

A few notes I've got pinned down so far:

Drakes are a mostly pureblood family, not filthy rich and straight up focused on the whole purity thing, but keeping their reputation clean and nice, and their income stable. Both Jack and Janet have attended Hogwarts, and they were both Ravenclaws while they were at it. Janet might have some relation to Blacks, but it's so distant that she doesn't bother keeping it in mind.

Vladimir Masters is, technically, a pureblood wizard, but his family has been in England for only two or so generations. His grandma (who is still very much alive) came from Russia after falling madly in love with Vlad's grandpa (who is now deceased and, as the rumor goes, his wife had a hand in it). He also attended Hogwarts and has been a Ravenclaw in the same year as Madeline Fenton nee Walker. Hence, Daniel Fenton is his godson and, unofficially, as of right now, heir to Masters family.

[kuyadevotee]

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i told myself i wasn't gonna make a nukani oc and yet. here we are

a million picrews/descriptions under the cut uwu

it's hard to make picrews of him bc none of them have the right stuff but I Tried

he's a lil tanuki that actually follows the church of klein and really wants to be a priest, buuuut he's a yokai soooo he hasn't actually visited any temples or anything. he tries to dress like a priest and no one can tell him not to bc it's adorable

he has tan skin, light orange-ish hair, light pink eyes, raccoon-ish markings on his face + freckles, and his tail/ears are fade to dark brown~ he also has actual little digi raccoon feet and paw pads on his hands bc it's Just Too Cute

none of these have the right markings or anything, but i can't draw so it's the best i have until i actually write up a real description lmao (can't draw but thankfully i CAN write well and dammit i'm allowed to be proud of that)

really like the outfit on this one! but the hair and eyes are too dark

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good eye color on this one and he does wear cross earrings/necklace (or whatever the symbol of the church of klein is) (if i use him Outside of nuca stuff, which is likely, it'd be christian symbolism) Also no ears :(

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this one isn't super accurate but it Is really cute and i like the expression

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i like the hair color on this one but the eyes and ears are way too dark

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his lil fangs don't normally poke out but whatevs, its cute, plus another outfit i like~

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and Of Course i had to make him kissing kuya uwu~ it's not actually part of his story or anything bc he doesn't really Have a story yet, but I couldn't resist (yes kuya has a flower crown it's Cute Okay)

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anyway, there's my boy, i love him a lot~ i wish i could DRAW but OH WELL! i'll prolly write some little things about him eventually uwu

edit because I made one of him kissing oli too and it's Also cute

[lilredbird101]

I Would – Sevika x OC (Delilah)

OKAY~! So this is my first actual story that I'm posting on here. I've written a lot for myself but they've all sat on my laptop. *Hides hands shaking with nerves*

This piece was inspired by the cute AF art done by @sumilane.

It involves my OC, an environmental scientist and engineer called Delilah. She's a Piltover whistleblower who ratted on the company she was working for. They'd been finding work arounds with waste disposal regulations to cut costs and now she's down in the lanes. I'm not much of a digital artist, so this is my Picrew rendition of her. Unfortunately they don't do accents of greens and blues in the hair colours, so please imagine.

Now, I know that sumilane's art has S2 Sevika hair, but let's just play around with time lines here.

Also, Delilah calls Sevika "Osavika". It's a play on the Spanish word for "bear" - "osa". No, she's not Spanish, and YES, I know Spain doesn't exist in Arcane's universe. Let me be cute XD

Anyway, here is my sappy af fanfiction!

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“Genuinely, fuck my life.”

Sevika knew who it was before they’d even spoken. Delilah rarely went for any other shoes than her blunnies, and the weight and pace of her gait in them was distinct. Slightly heavy with purpose but twisting and skipping around obstacles lithely. However, Sevika was usually the first seated at the Last Drop for their meetups and by now could tell Delilah’s mood from her step. Today, they trudged.

Sevika glanced her way as she shed her lab coat with stiff shoulders, sighed and slumped onto the stool next to her at the empty bar, flopping her head onto the sticky tabletop. Only Silco’s top employees could be there before evening hours, and there wasn’t anyone else around to witness the lax in professional poise. “Rough day for you too, huh?”

Delilah peered up, old bar nut crumbs sticking to her forehead, noticing a few new bruises and cuts along Sevika’s body. Her eyebrows bounced up, but not in worry – she knew Osavika could take a beating, “Oh shit. How’s the other guy?”

Sevika’s mouth twitched upwards as she reached for her bottle and another glass to pour, “Lying in an alley with many regrets and broken ribs.” She slipped the glass into Delilah’s hand, gently brushing the food from her brow. Delilah scrunched her eyes shut as they tickled her nose. “What about you? You look like shit.”

Delilah scoffed and raised the glass to her lips, knowing full well how her crumpled and stained lab coat, red eyes with dark circles, pale and sunken cheeks, cracked lips and greasy, frizz-ball hair looked. “Silco’s got me working double time until the new compound is finished. Urgh!” She grimaced at the taste of the amber liquid, “This tastes like acetone.”

Sevika reached out, “Well in that case, I’ll take it back.” Delilah snatched her hand back, smacking the hand and gave a playfully indignant look. Sevika’s shoulders bounced, chuckling, “Then don’t complain about free drinks.” Delilah smiled and nodded in thanks and a long silence hung in the air. Sevika rolled her eyes, “You can still complain about everything else if you want.” Having known each other so long by this point, their time together was always the highlight of both women’s days, and a safe venting point. Anyone who’d seen their first interactions would not believe that these where the two same people they’d seen several years ago.

Their “bond” had formed early into Delilah’s contract with Silco.

He was conducting an inspection of the labs to make sure everything was running smoothly under new management. Sevika looked her up and down. The slight little thing had the body more of a dancer than one in their dangerous business, and she moved like it to, gliding with a bounce in her step from bench to bench.

Delilah noticed her wandering eyes, “Anything wrong, Sevika?” She spoke as if each consonant and vowel deserved recognition. Delilah’s voice had lilted out from her mouth like fluttering velvet during the explanation of possible carcinogenic side effects of long-term use, and Sevika found the contrast of presence to present such a juxtaposition. Messing with this little bird will be so much fun.

Sevika leaned against a table and noticed how Delilah tensed up, glancing at the set-up behind her, “Oh nothing, twinkle-toes. Just watching your moves. With pegs like that, what were you? Some kind of ballerina in your infinite spare-time?” She jabbed.

Delilah’s face remained neutral as she collected papers to let Silco check, “Lessons from five to seventeen years. Mum insisted. Principle ballerina in my cohort for six. Why? Are you wanting lessons?”

Sevika laughed, “Certainly not.”

Delilah turned back to her; now it was her turned to look Sevika over, “Shame. I’d pay to see you in a leotard.” And just like that, she was back to her tour with Silco.

Sevika blinked, What in the…? If this little fairy wanted to try and show her up or rattle her, she had another thing coming.

For the next long while, Sevika was strutting around and poking her nose into work benches. She’d seen the woman react when she got too close to them. Delilah liked things just-so and was hyperaware of every millimetre a Bunsen or beaker budged under Sevika’s prodding. She was trying hard to concentrate on Silco’s questioning, but this woman’s damn roaming and smirking was distracting for so many reasons. The feeling built up like beetles scuttering up her back and into her brain.

While Silco was grilling Delilah on specifics, she noticed Sevika messing around with the glassware currently distilling a new shimmer formula she was testing, making a full flask under the rotary evaporator tip dangerously. She immediately turned from Silco mid-sentence, “I’m sorry, sir-,” and— SNAP! Delilah’s voice dropped like a stone, booming out in gravelly baritone built to project, “Get your paws off my equipment you bloody great bear of a bothersome bitch!” It was like a different person burst forward. Her whole posture and accent had changed to something more guttural, more feral.

Delilah stormed over and shoved between her workspace and the woman who was at least a head taller, “If you want to blow yourself up then go ahead and piss that blue-hair brat off, maybe she’ll do you a favour, but don’t go fucking around with this shit. It is volatile IN the body alone, even after testing, and I haven’t run any on this unfiltered stuff yet. I appreciate this is not your field but take some professional advice and BACK OFF.”

Sevika paused, registering that this noodle-armed twig had just insulted her AND ordered her about. Her condescending smirk returned, “Professional advice? I thought you were stripped of all those shiny credentials after the racket you made whistleblowing Up Top.”

“It’s called sacrifice. But then again, I hear you know a lot about that.” Delilah wasn’t shielded from water-cooler talk. She knew all about Vander and the kids, despite being from Piltover.

The corners of Sevika’s eyes tensed, making her mouth appear all the more sharp, “Careful, Sunshine. Bears can get awfully heavy-handed when upset.” Delilah didn’t ease up, she actually raised herself on her tippy toes to get closer to Sevika’s face. Adorable.

“Aww, did I upset you? Go on then, Osavika, take a swipe. Just remember that I’m now the only person on your team that actually knows how to make your fluro coke syrup from scratch.”

Sevika couldn’t believe she was actually having fun underneath her scathed pride, “There are plenty of ways to hurt someone without taking them out of commission.” She gave the balanced Delilah a small shove to the chest, sending her tippy-toes down and scuttling to right themselves.

“Ha! Try it! I’m running off a three-day shift, four hours sleep, a caffeine overdose, ire and manic fucking energy. I guarantee I’ll at least get a few bites in.”

That sent a completely new feeling to Sevika’s gut.

“Ladies!” Silco was momentarily amused, but now just perturbed by the disruption.

The two women eased back, but Delilah wouldn’t return to Silco and the conversation until Sevika moved away from the bench space. She stared her down/up until the woman stepped back. Like a cloud soothing itself after a storm, Delilah posture and voice floated back to it’s original poise and tone, “Apologies, sir. Now, you specified that you wanted a longer run of the effects per dose. Understandable, but I wanted to discuss the side-effects and “hangover” of such a dosage with you. Are you wanting your users to actually LIVE through the experience or is ��single use” what you’re going for here? Because I’m going to need more time and resources if it’s the former…”

Delilah kept glancing back towards Sevika occasionally to make sure she was keeping her hands at bay… And to… No, keep your head focused… Unpack that mess of thoughts later.

It had been nearly three years since then, and each gruelling week had brought more stock to their sparring relationship. Then through the tough times it simmered down to mutual respect and appreciation, eventually into what could be called a burgeoning friendship. When Sevika had invited Delilah out for a drink after work, that friendship quickly solidified. They’d had more in common than they originally thought, and being in the same space felt natural after the first hour.

Their company became routine. After-work drinks and matches at the pool table were where it started. Delilah had a terrible poker-face compared to seasoned pros, so cards weren’t an option with more serious players as Sevika quickly found out when she made a terrible decision to fund Delilah’s first games. Teaching her how to line up the cue, take long shots and snooker fools was much easier since she was a visual learner and knew how to work angles. Getting up close and personal to show her the holds was also a bonus for Sevika, though she wouldn’t admit it.

They started not-so-discretely scheduling their rounds and duties to coincide despite their different fields, Sevika volunteering to do follow-ups in the labs just to talk, and Delilah often personally delivering updates in Silco’s office instead of using lackies. Delilah enjoyed bringing the meagre crop of veg from her balcony garden to gift Sevika and invited her over many times to excitedly show her the new sprouts of greens when they finally emerged. They even went going out to get dinner on late nights at work, ending with Sevika dropping Delilah off at home personally… For safety reasons of course.

When Delilah invited Sevika in for late night drinks her mind was flooded with how she might usually play this with other women, but as they sat on the balcony and watched the skyline, it felt too sacred a moment for that. It felt like she’d been given a rest stop or sanctuary. At some point Delilah was mentioning how much she missed her father. She wished desperately that she could return to Piltover and mess around in his workshop with him again, have a joint in the gardens or just fucking talk to him. It was her one regret of her actions.

Sevika surprised herself.

“He sounds nice. Better than mine, anyway.” Delilah cocked her head to the side, not pushing for details or denying with an, Oh he can’t be that bad. Just listening. “Strong family units are hard to find in Zaun, as I’m sure you can imagine. Even more-so when your mum has had enough of the booze and debt and walks out. He didn’t take it easy on me before and sure as Hell didn’t after… Maybe I looked a little too much like her…” She took a sip of her whiskey, but barely moved otherwise, “Got his fucking eyes though…” Her bitterness at that last fact seeped through in her tone, just a little. A cluster of decorative amber lights in the distance brought back a kind pair of irises from Sevika’s memory, and she wished with everything that she’d been given those instead. That she could still look at her before she slept… Just one last time.

Delilah let the moment sit before reaching towards her friend, brushing her cheek. Sevika was startled to feel a tear smudging against Delilah’s soft thumb. “She must have been very beautiful.”

Sevika’s eyes widened slightly in shock at the tenderness of it all, and she tried not to let her lips wobble, “… She was.”

A feeling, so strong and burning like coals rose from her gut as she looked back at Delilah and absorbed the warmth radiating off her… Then she realised…

Damn it.

Inside jokes abound by then and the two felt comfortable enough to get into each other’s space. Not because their shackled feelings were secretly eating them up on the inside. No, of course not. Certainly not because every little touch or lingering morsel of eye-contact had their nerves zinging like electricity through copper wiring.

One time, Sevika was leaning over Delilah’s shoulder to observe the notes she was showing Silco, and her exhale skimmed Delilah’s neck, wafting into her own airways. She felt a fool, but Delilah could have sworn the warmth of it had snaked into her gut and impregnated her, even though she knew the reproductive and respiratory systems weren’t linked that way. She made a mental note to set up her showcase on cramped desk corners more often.

Another time, Sevika was escorting Delilah to a nearby shimmer outlet. It was a particularly hot day and Delilah asked ever so sweetly for a sip from Sevika’s canteen. Her dry windpipe made her voice sound hypnotically smoky, and how could Sevika say no? How could she look away from the droplet that hung at the corner of her mouth, or the pink tip of her tongue that darted out to catch it? How could she not let her tastebuds linger on the remnants of coconut lip balm around the rim of her bottle later?

And don’t get any ideas. Sevika only called Delilah “Sunshine” to make fun of her untameable sun-bleached curls, not because she felt warmer and lighter when Delilah was nearby. And Delilah only added Osa to the start of Sevika’s name so frequently because of the bear joke, not because she felt safe, protected and calm whenever Sevika was around. She didn’t even know the word’s original language fully; she just thought it was an apt pun.

Their infatuation – nay – deep affections were visible to anyone who cared to look or had the time, but somehow these two women, both brilliant in their own fields, had absolutely no damn clue. Or maybe they just couldn’t risk realising. Sometimes the now is too precious to risk the what if.

Delilah let her breath out in a slow, robust, steady blow – a regular stim Sevika had noticed at work -, pulling the pencil from her hair that was holding the lengths of curls up and dropping it to the bar-top with a clatter. The release of pressure had her sighing as she ran her hands through the unwashed mess, and Sevika tried not to file the view away for later. “What am I doing here, Sevika?” The despondent tone got her attention, and she turned to face her coworker more directly. “Like, is it really all worth it? I know it is, but… Is it?”

Delilah turned to her, with such a sad, confused void of a look that Sevika didn’t know what to do with. “… You know I’m not a mind reader, right? You’ll have to give me more detail than that if you want an opinion.”

Delilah breathed again, “When you’re a kid you get told the basic outline of life people follow, and most of us just aim to be happy. Well, here I am, and I feel like I’m in limbo or hell or… Something! My plan was always to get my higher education (check), become an environmental scientist or engineer (check), and find some way to reverse the caustic pollutants that filter down into Zaun,” Delilah made a comically negative buzzer sound and took another sip. “No one gave a fuck up top, and I burnt all my bridges by pushing too hard. Now I’m working for effectively a drug lord in exchange for funding which by the time I take out my living expenses is pittance. The work conditions are shit too, I’m in constant burnout, and as a Topsider no one wants anything to do with me down here! I have no one…”

Sevika looked down at her drink, trying not to let that last remark sting.

Delilah winced, realising how that must have sounded, “Except for you.” She reached her hand out to rest ever so naturally on Sevika’s metal wrist. She didn’t know what Sevika would call their connection to anyone else or if they would ever have anything more, but she knew what it was to herself and that it was at least a deep friendship between them… And that meant the world to Delilah. Sevika was technically her superior, sure, but it hadn’t felt like that for years. To Delilah it was so much more, even if it was just wishful thinking that was becoming harder and harder to silence.

There was something niggling in how Sevika made regular check-ins at the labs, why she felt that Sevika always listened with gruff but genuine care, why Sevika had made sure no one at work or the Last Drop gave her a hard time, why Sevika’s mere presence made her feel like she was in her own secure little bubble. And that barely scratched the surface. Sevika was the best part of any days Delilah spent down in Zaun. Even if what some said was true and it was just to protect an asset of Silco’s, Delilah still felt that… “You are my rough-as-guts saving grace here, Osavika.” The nickname played on her lips deliciously.

God, that smile. Sevika did a great job of hiding it, but she couldn’t ignore the volts that trilled up her arm at Delilah’s touch. It was just phantom pains, but God! Her body gave her no choice but to return the smile in her slight way. “Good save, there Lila.”

“I mean it.” Delilah squeezed the metal before letting go, as if it would have the give or sensation of flesh. “You’re my solace.” She looked forward and took another sip.

Sevika’s tone changed, “What would you do?”

“Huh?”

“If you could choose another life?” Sevika seemed hesitant, playing with the rim of her glass. She hadn’t had many conversations like this before Delilah came along. No one really seemed to think they had other options down here, but she was curious.

Delilah shook her head, “I’ve seen too many damaged by the waste pouring from Piltover. I have a moral obligation to fix this, or at least try. I couldn’t walk away from my work now--”

Sevika cut her off, “But if you could. No moral responsibility. No rules or restrictions. No one else to answer to… What would you do?”

Delilah was taken aback. She hadn’t thought about it in so long, but an image she had as a child came back into her mind. Suddenly her eyes didn’t seem so weary.

“A little house out in nature somewhere. Lots of windows for natural light, clear skies, a little garden with a bird bath, and a water source nearby. Maybe the beach or a river. I don’t know what I’d do to support myself, but maybe I could just get by. And maybe, if I’m lucky, I could have someone to share it with.”

The figure she envisioned with her was so clear in Delilah’s mind. They seemed lighter in the open space away from carnage, smile lines growing around their mouth instead of constant frown lines on their forehead. The sun, good food and rest had softened their dark circles, and their metal claws were replaced with appendages better suited for cuddling by firelight under stars. She wished she could take them away and show them something better. Delilah tried not to blush or look towards the woman by her side.

Sevika watched her mind wandering. It seemed like such a nice vision that she was envious of whomever Delilah would share it with. “It sounds nice,” she said softly, softer than she’d meant it to come out. The vision seemed to have Sevika in a daze as she imagined Little Lila pulling up crop from the dirt, painting the delicate flowers she’d doodle in her lab notes onto the door frame, or washing clothes by the river. Whenever she walked past her at the shimmer labs, Sevika could smell the orange blossom and jasmine oil Delilah dropped into her laundry, and she imagined what it would be like to carry the same smell. Sevika tried not to be so indulgent as to insert herself there in Delilah’s fantasy, but the idea of sharing all that with her felt so easy that she almost forgot who she was in service to.

Delilah shook herself, “Yeah, well, I know I would most definitely need another person to get that idea going. Money is scarce for everyone and a freedom like that is pricy. No one in Zaun would trust each other enough outside of marriage to share funds like that. No one above or below trusts me enough to get to know me in the first place, I barely have enough free time to brush my teeth under Silco let alone go on a date, and who in their right mind would want any part of Silco’s network, anyway? There’s no way I’d be able to get close to anyone to where they’d want to spend a life with me, never mind marriage.”

It slipped out of Sevika’s mouth as naturally as breathing, “I’d marry you.”

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The air froze.

Delilah slowly turned to look in Sevika’s grey eyes. They’d always reminded her of heavy clouds ready to cool the earth. A brewing storm ready to unleash invigorating, glorious potential energy into the air and light up the sky. She shook her head, trying to get a grip of herself. She must have heard wrong!

“I’m sorry, say that again?”

For once in her life, Sevika felt cold with fear and hot with embarrassment all at once. She scolded herself as her eyes darted down. What had she done? Why would Lovely Lila want someone like her? How could she have jeopardised this one good thing in her life. God, she was a fool!

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But she wasn’t a coward. She’d already said it. No turning back now. Sevika brought her eyes back to Delilah’s and in a moment her turmoil was swept away in fields of pale green on an overcast day; a natural soft-fall, a masterpiece hiding intricate life beneath it made from infinite small strokes, capable of growing nearly anywhere. She could almost feel the breeze on her face as she stepped out of THEIR front door. The one with the little flowers painted on it.

“I… I’d marry you.” And then it all felt so easy, “In a heartbeat.”

Delilah’s breath caught in her chest, “You… You would…? Really?” Sevika slowly nodded. “But… WHY?” Delilah sounded utterly bewildered. Hearing this seemed so surreal to her she’d dare not trust her own senses.

Sevika reached out tentatively, giving Delilah plenty of time to pull away before her flesh hand reached hers, “Because when I’m around you I forget who I’m meant to be. I feel like the world isn’t as big, ruthless or cruel. Your laugh plays in my head as I go to sleep, and when I wake up – most often from dreams of you - I feel like I’m holding my breath until I see you again. You’re one of the first people in so long who values me as a whole, someone I can completely trust to share myself with, and I love that you trust me enough to do the same.”

Delilah couldn’t believe that such a proclamation that she’d only ever imagined in her daydreams was happening. She knew what it would be taking for Sevika to be so vulnerable, and it filled her chest with a golden joy like sunshine throwing rainbows onto a wall through hanging crystals in a window. She was only kicking herself that she hadn’t done the same sooner.

Sevika continued, “I know our situation is difficult, and I know your work is important and comes first, but… When you’re ready… When you’re ready to live for you… I will spend my days making sure that you’re happy. Until then… I’ll take any part of you that you can give, and I’ll give you anything you want of me.”

Tears that she hadn’t realised were forming finally rolled down Delilah’s cheeks. Sevika reached up to cup her face ever so gently - a tenderness that she would hesitate to show in front of others – and Delilah leaned into it like a little kitten in relief, her own palm raising to press it further. The metal of her hand cooled Delilah’s flushed flesh as she wiped away the offending droplets, and though she knew Sevika couldn’t truly feel it, Delilah pressed a kiss into it anyway. Sevika’s voice came out in a whisper, “I love you, Delilah.”

Delilah’s breath escaped in shudders as the years of yearning finally flew out of her in an explosion of butterflies. More tears flowed and she giggled at the silly worry of bringing rust to Sevika’s hand. Delilah threaded her hands into Sevika’s short locks and brought her forehead to rest on hers, tasting each other’s breath in the small space.

“Oh, good grief, Sevika… I love you too.” And in that moment their lips and hearts finally met.

[littleladymab]

Cast Introduction/WIP Q&A - Knights of the Round Table

I've been tagged in several memes from @mysticstarlightduck and so here's a cast introduction (well, half the cast) for KNIGHT LITE (as we affectionately call it). This is a project that @bottlingsound and I have been leaving in the back pocket since like, 2010. Just recently we suddenly started working on it in earnest and we have having a BLAST.

The memes I'm responding to from Anya are an OC Picrew and the OC Fun Facts! The Picrew can be found here.

This post will also count as an open WIP Q&A Invitation for you to ask us about this project and the characters (even Arthuriana that we don't have listed here, because YES we do have an Arthur and Merlin we just have to find a picrew that does old people). Please ask us about our blorbos and this project!!

Project Summary: (as written by Cara!)

The original roundtable defeats the Nine Witches of Caer Lloyw, nightmare beings of warfare and magic who terrorized and ravaged Britain, unknowing that they had since been cursed. They are doomed to tear themselves and their world apart. This ended the first time with the roundtable turning on itself. They are reborn again and again, and they have spent lifetimes mostly apart, but they are always doomed by their circumstances. Now in 2024, the knights are drawn together again in Los Angeles. The more of them that are together, the more terrible monsters begin appearing. The knights must first discover who is behind the disasters and then break the cycle!

Meet our Knights of the Round Table beneath the cut!

Dakota Avery

Percival

31 | They/Them | Film Tech

Born in Oxnard but moved down to LA with their mom when their parents split at the end of their Sophomore year in HS. Moved in with their grandparents, aunt, and two cousins. 

Met Bridgette in the drama club in their new HS. Wouldn’t exactly say they became instant best friends, but she was the easiest person for them to get along with. 

Loves to surf. Learned when they were very young, and has kept up with it through everything. Over the summer, if they don’t have early set call times, they’ll always make an effort to go out in the mornings for a few hours. 

A huge fan of the Lord of the Ring movies because they are “a masterpiece in filmmaking”. Will watch the extended edition special features constantly, and has movie marathons with Bianca.

Has been told frequently they have a “face that cameras love”, but they got over the desire to be on stage after high school and focused a lot on theater tech through college. They love the production side of things, and making sure others can shine. And also ensure that sets have decent lighting. 

Always has the right ‘fit for the occasion no matter the weather or the vibe. They have gone to several production sales but also just know lots of people in costuming and are always owed a favor by one person or another. 

Will always be stocked up on excellent homemade food after they visit their family, but when left to their own devices, it’s dumplings, dino chicken nuggets, and rice. And kimchi. They also have the local thai and bibimbap places on speed dial. 

Hard kombucha person through and through, though if that’s not available then it’s beer or extremely fruity cocktail. 

Favorite color is chartreuse (they’re mid on the liqueur tho)

Song: "Hungover in the City of Dust" by Autoheart

Bridgette Blum

Kay

28 | She/Her | Disneyland Character Actor / Summer Camp Counselor

Born in Salem, OR and spent her childhood there. When her parents passed away in an accident, she and her sister were taken in by their aunt Imogen. She’s lived in Los Angeles since was 14 and definitely prefers it for her chosen career path.

Originally met Dakota in High School when they were in drama club together. She was definitely not okay after losing her parents, and acting has always been a healthy outlet for her. She enjoys the spotlight.

Also enjoys LARPing. She currently works at Disneyland as a character actor, usually playing either Tinkerbell or Chip, but she takes time to work at a LARP camp in the summer. She loves working and being silly with kids.

Barely got through college, because it just wasn’t for her. She has an Associates degree in Theatre Arts.

Would regularly get into fights in Elementary School, but she got better at not immediately jumping people who bothered her. However, talk shit and get hit. She will absolutely still fight you if you stir the pot.

Taught Bianca how to throw a punch and gave Bianca one of her old IDs. She figures that if Bianca is going to get into any trouble, she might as well be well prepared

Has a stuffed chicken in her car named Sir Robin.

One word: tequila. No further notes.

Favorite color is orange.

Song: "Haunted House" by Sir Babygirl

Logan Carver

Agravain

27 | He/Him | Tech Startup CEO

Originally from the Silicon Valley area where his parents work in the tech industry.

Went to UCLA and majored in Business Economics. He has been into cryptocurrencies since the beginning and continues to brag about his success on the crypto market. He went on to create his own business, a new tech startup. He’s the CEO and the “ideas” guy.

Had studied Mandarin briefly in college and will tell people he can speak it, but he absolutely can’t beyond simple phrases. He also cannot read it.

Likes his steaks well-done and does not like sushi.

Drives a Tesla because it is much better for the environment, but he refuses to use public transport.

Has been dating Gael on and off for 6-7 years. Has occasionally dated other men, but they have been much less willing to stick around for long.

Plays tennis and golf every now and then, but prefers snowboarding over other sports. His parents have a second house in Tahoe where he enjoys going on vacation.

Claims to have several celebrity friends who he’s invited to parties on his yacht.

Will drink anything that gets him shitfaced, but prefers to bring out the top-shelf liquor when he’s trying to impress someone.

Favorite color is black, he thinks he’s really cool for that.

Song: "The Prayer" by Bloc Party

Gael Ingram

Mordred

25 | He/They | Museum Curator

Born in Colorado and spent a lot of his childhood going to different national parks, and fell in love with archeology that way. He wanted to dig up dino bones when he got older! 

Went to UCLA intending to get into paleontology, but took a class on archeology in ancient civilizations and decided to switch his area of focus. Now he wants to dig up old roman streets! Got his Bachelors in history and a masters in archeology and museum studies. 

Loves hiking, camping, and skiing, which he did a lot of at home in Colorado when growing up. Doesn’t have many opportunities in SoCal, though he would always take the opportunity to go to Tahoe with Logan for the sake of being in snow (even if it’s more often snowboarding than skiing).

Currently working at the Getty (more at the Villa) for a year or two before he’s thinking about going back to get a Doctorate. Would love to go work on a dig site, but for now is content with the museum side of things. 

Has been dating Logan off and on for close to 7 years. Has never had any real serious relationships outside of that, often claiming that he’s too busy with school to really give it a go. Resorts mostly to the occasional hookup or a dinner date here and there via apps.

Loves vodka-based drinks/cocktails. When he’s feeling fancy he’ll go for a vodka martini; when he’s feeling the opposite of fancy he’ll knock back some shots. 

Favorite color is dark green

Song: "Second Child, Restless Child" by The Oh Hellos

Joseph Liam Barker

Galahad

22 | He/Him | Paralegal / Studying for LSAT

Alternated between Scotland and France while growing up, though all of his schooling took place in Scotland to make it easier. 

Was made a Prefect his last two years in school; could have made Head Boy but rejected the nomination. Did act as a Deputy Head Boy, though, to help with assemblies and fundraisers, student committees and community projects, etc. 

Speaks fairly fluent French though he is out of practice. People in Scotland think he talks with a French accent, people in France think he has a Scottish accent, people in America just think he’s British. He doesn’t bother to correct them. 

Got a degree in medieval history at University of Edinburgh, much to his mother’s delight, then decided he wanted to go into law, much to his father’s delight. 

He is either the best or worst person to watch any period dramas with. He’s not going to pick on the costuming (too much, he didn’t study historical fashion) but he will absolutely comment on other historical notes. 

Was named Joseph because of Joseph of Arimathea. You can imagine how confused he was when he found out he was Galahad; he wondered for a long time if his mom knew, but she was just being a medievalist and thought it was a good name. Decided to start going by Liam when he was 15 because there were two other Josephs in his school year. 

Loves kids a lot and enjoyed his duties as a Prefect in school that let him interact with all the younger students or kids in the community. He doesn’t know if he would want to be a father, but he’ll at least accept cool uncle duty (which is made harder by not having any siblings of his own).

While he does enjoy a good Scotch, he prefers wine. His mother is horrified by this concept and blames his father/the French. He has signed up to a wine of the month club once moving to LA, though he has yet to go on any winery tours. He has never had a cocktail in his life. 

Favorite colors are gold and dark green

Song: "Tell Me How It Ends" by David Wirsig

Mateo Canul

Lancelot

21 | He/Him | Chicano Studies Major / Disneyland Jungle Cruise Attendant

Is a third generation Mexican American, born and raised as a laidback SoCal jock in the Inland Empire. He enjoys football, soccer, and skateboarding. He had a few hackysacks at one point, but his older brother ended up with most of them.

Middle child of the family with three older siblings and three younger. Half of his wardrobe is hand me downs by choice, having either asked or sneakily taken clothing items from his older siblings. He enjoys to thrift for clothes, but he also loves getting himself a new hoodie or hat every now and then.

Originally decided on UCLA because he wanted to play football for the Bruins. Despite some occasionally bad choices, he’s not a bad student and does maintain a high enough GPA for his scholarship requirements. He hasn’t settled on a future career, but wants to use his degree to support his community somehow.

Is absolutely a member of a fraternity and is a typical frat boy in many ways. He’s charming, outgoing, and someone who will and can make friends with absolutely anyone. Though he doesn’t actually date often, he’s also a notorious flirt.

Raised Catholic, but he stopped going to church as soon as his parents stopped making him.

LOVES telling really lame jokes both as a result of his part time job and a genuine desire to make other people smile. His infectious charm helps him get away with it.

Enjoys swimming and will never turn down a trip to the beach or a lake!

Not picky about drinks, but he really prefers IPAs over other beers. He usually has zero opinion on wine, but does enjoy sangria.

Favorite color is blue.

Song: "C'mon C'mon" by The Von Bondies

Temple Rhee

Gawain

20 | She/Her | Photography Major / Disneyland Photographer

Named after Shirley Temple, her grandmother’s favorite movie star. Her family will always call her Temple, but she prefers Temmy.

Is a second generation Korean American, and undeniably Texan having been born and raised in Sugar Land, Texas. She speaks with a Texan accent, she loves cowboys and barbecue, and she will argue that the Houston Texans are the best football team even when they are losing. She owns several pairs of cowboy boots in different colors.

Was and is decidedly an outgoing horse girl. She never owned a horse, but did take riding lessons when she was young and still tries to go riding whenever she can.

Bounced between Taekwondo and Hapkido lessons from ages 6 to 17, and really loved it. She finally quit to spend more time goofing off with friends during her senior year of high school and just never got back into it.

Did not want to go to college, but was coerced to do so by her parents and friends. She spent two years completing most of her general education courses at a community college before aimlessly settling on photography and transferring to UCLA to complete her degree. She’s not sure what she wants to do with her degree, but she’s happy with her major and her decision to transfer.

Likes taking photos and making really ugly scrapbooks. She has several cameras and has been gravitating toward polaroids more and more for scrapbooking purposes.

Before she knew she was Gawain, she thought she might have been a horse. She had no memories of being Gawain, but remembered things about the other knights, especially Lancelot.

Enjoys really terrible and cheap beer. Booze is booze, she will drink the things you do not want to drink.

Favorite color is green.

Song: "Even In the Dark" by Company of Thieves

Bianca Blum

Guinevere

19 | She/They | Mechanical Engineering Major

Originally born in Salem, OR, but doesn’t really remember it well. Their parents passed away after a bad accident, and she and her sister moved in with their Aunt Imogen when she was very young. She has lived most of her life in Los Angeles. She does think she’d like to move back to Oregon one day out of some sort of romanticized whimsy.

Created her first robot at 9 using a LEGO Mindstorms kit and used it to wake up Bridgette as a prank by having it repeatedly poke her. At 13 she started learning programming to restructure her Mindstorm into more of a nuisance.

Had difficulty choosing a college, but settled on UCLA when her aunt insisted she at least try to stay close to home. She had scholarships at better colleges, and has given more thought to completing her Masters degree at a different school after finishing her Bachelors in Mechanical Engineering. She is on the Dean’s Honor list.

LOVES the lord of the rings and it was the highlight of her LIFE to go see them in theaters with Dakota and Bridgette this year (since she couldn’t when they first came out). Will have marathons with Dakota constantly.

Enjoys science fiction shows and films, especially Star Trek and Doctor Who. Dakota has also supplied them with many sci-fi cult classics to watch. Their favorite Star Trek captain is Janeway.

Is mostly a very responsible young lady, but she also enjoys her fair share of youthful adventures. She’s kept Bridgette’s old IDs so that she doesn’t get left out when her other nerdy college friends decide to go get an occasional drink or two.

Is a cider girl at heart, but she’s always happy with a good cocktail.

Favorite color is coral pink.

Song: "I am not a woman, I'm a god" by Halsey

Tag List: (and always, let me know if you wish to be added/removed)

@krisseycrystal @rkmoon @jadeoxfordrose

@sentfromwolves @ybotter @luukeskywalker

@scribble-dee-vee @redtailedhawk90

[deadrlngers]

OC TAG GAME.

i was tagged by @aragorngf and @devilbrakers to categorize some ocs and use this picrew, thank you so much ily both <3

i'm tagging: @uldwynsovs @nuclearstorms @morvaris @reaperkiller @risingsh0t @florbelles @nuwanders @nokstella @faarkas @indorilnerevarine @malefiicarum @katsigian @swanfey @necroticpetals @saintjudegf @denerims @shadowglens and all the ppl i probably forgot or that want to do this!!

-- FAVORITE OC.

vesper moxley + fenix hayes — cp2077

just started and already cheating sorry. listen. i said this multiple times already but in my mind they're literally a package deal, buy one take two. if you ever spent 5 minutes talking to me or looking at my blog you know they literally live in my mind jdfnkds i've gave them infinite amounts of love, care and attention. i'll be honest, i was going to put only fenix here at first (which is crazy that an oc that was supposed to be just a backstory plot point came this far, i've poured into him too much of what's home to me that now he took the shape of my walls, my bad). but. look at that picrew of vesper..SHE'S SO CUTE I'M SO IN LOVE WITH HER <3

-- NEWEST OC.

maverick de soto — infamous if

maverick maeve mav rick eve, i gave them so many nicknames already and we're still are like, at the start of the whole if. they are a cunt, they would rather jump off a cliff than admit when they're wrong, she loves fights and antagonizing whoever falls in their trap..and they love their friends more than anything. i can't wait to see the if unfold because i love maeve SO much already!!

-- OLDEST OC.

selene — oblivion

not counting my characters from original works, selene is the oldest oc i have. i've played oblivion lots of times and she (for the most part) always been there with changes through the years. i went off with the moon as a concept for her, "she's a dreamer from the moon" is a line that always makes me think of her. selene is the unwilling hero, the one that got dragged into smth bigger than herself and slowly, since she had no choice, took the shape of the role they imposed on her. she found a mirage of a home for a little while, only for that to be taken away from her. it's truly not worth it to be a hero, huh?

-- MEANEST OC.

violante waesphine — baldur's gate 3

a difficult battle between vio, akira & zefyr but in the end i went for vio. saying "mean" is an understatement. 'a rose born among thorns'..well she's a thorn born among thorns. it's difficult for me to speak of vio at times, she's more of a concept than a person, more of a numb soldier than the one in charge of her own life. an assasin and a pawn in the hands of a patron, melancholy and remambrance, her life is like a long walk to the gallows and while she's walking that path she has full intention of making it everyone's problem

-- SOFTEST OC.

joelle knight — fallout 4

this one made me realise how i barely have 'soft' ocs jklfds. easy sweep for joelle!! she had her whole life ahead of her with her wife & the son they just adopted, she looked at the future with exctiment until everything was taken away from her. joelle could've let the pain harden her heart but she didn't let that happen. joelle strives to help the people and what's left of the world she knew, she's a cutie who will listen to you talk for hours and crack stupid jokes to see you smile. her 'soft' nature doesn't make her naive so caution is still advised if you try to fool her!!

-- MOST ALOOF/STANDOFFISH OC.

zefyr — baldur's gate 3/d&d

i love zefyr madly. MADLY i say. they are a powerful draconic bloodline sorcerer that values their privacy AND peace more than anything else. zefyr lives as a hermit in a forest where they can fully concentrate on their studies of the arcane & such. they do not trust easily (or at all) and their guard is always up. you probably won't get more than a few words from them (unless you ask them about magic and power and such), they just want to be left alone u know? they are known as the ashen terror and not only for their hair color: ashes and fire are the only things they leave behind if you dare anger them!! also they are pink. if pink why evil, they're probably just misunderstood..

-- DUMBEST (AFFECTIONATE) OC.

hiraeth one-eye — skyrim

hate to do this to hiraeth so much fkjdsfnk..i wouldn't say they are dumb, but they surely prefer a good swing of their greatsword as a solution to any other more complicated response. they're super friendly, they love music, reading, chickens and dragons and they would risk it all for the people they love!! also they're extremely dangerous so don't let the big smile fool you. they value honor over anything else and they just can't let go of their father's death ://

-- SMARTEST OC.

sibylla — skyrim

you had a dumbest dovahkiin, now have a smartest ex-dragon priest!! a tie between her and joelle but since joy had her shot already, it's sibylla's turn. formely known as vennesetiid (=the winds of time/destiny), sibylla was a breton born during the middle of the merethic era that joined the ranks of the dragon priests for the simple desire of power, and knowledge. she later betrayed her dragon lords and joined forces to defeated them but lost her life during the battle. but it's not over for her!! a silly little situation makes her come back to walk Tamriel's land, this time as a vampire. sibylla has been alive for centuries and centuries and spent all that time studying the arcane and magic and science as well and working to become the most powerful mage that ever lived (lived..kind of). she saw most of the world's history & legends say she had the power to see the future & she's the proud achiver of the first ever gender transition in tamriel, if you don't love her already you better start

-- OC I WOULD BE BEST FRIENDS WITH.

moira velez — fallout new vegas

beside the fact that i love her beyond human comprehension, moira is funny, adventurous, stupid in a good sense as in you can do whatever crazy thing you think of with her, she's an enabler and i think we would have lots of fun together, she's the positive kind of friend that can lift you up from anything when you need it. plus her and my best friend's nv oc are besties so it's like we're all besties to each other!! hehe <3

[dervampireprince]

8k Subscribers on Youtube?!

We only hit 7k two weeks ago what is this?!??! Thank you all so much. I know most of this has come from the new royalty audios and while they are both de-monetised by Youtube without any explanation, I'm so happy they've brought so many new people in!

Confession time: I made, for the first time, some year end goals at the beginning of this year. I've been aiming for 500 Twitch followers, 200 Patrons… and 10k Youtube subscribers. And I kept it private because I thought they were too high, espeically the 10k for Youtube one… but you guys just gave me 1k subscribers in two weeks. So maybe this is all possible. We're currently at 490 on Twitch (where we play games and explore weird websites on Fridays, and we use Magma so I can draw with you guys on the same canvas on Saturdays), 246 Patrons, and now 8014 on Youtube. 10k by the end of the year suddenly looks possible and I am so grateful to you all.

I'm happy the royalty audios have been so well-received, I plan to keep making them frequently alongside the regular original character and fandom audios. I've been changing up my Twitch streams by recently switching out from solo art streams on Fridays to playing games and exploring interesting, weird or old websites (eg old flash games, ARGs, picrews and more) and so far have only explored one website and I'm excited to explore more, but after I finish the game I'm currently streaming which is American McGee's Alice, a game I loved as a teen but never got the chance to play myself so now am fulfilling a little childhood nostalgic dream. And I'm so glad we've got people always showing up in stream and keeping me company, streaming for me is not a career it's just a fun hobby that allows me to socialise because I don't get to see friends IRL often. And the sudden increase in Patrons these last two months has been amazing! Thank you! Patreon is the biggest chunk of my income and you're money goes towards my rent and saving up to move out of my parents house and get my own place where I keep making content more freely. And I want to give an additional thank you to everyone who's been buying off my Etsy shop, I've been running it for 6 years now and the last couple years it's been declining in sales, and then these last couple months have been crazy! I've been selling so many Baldur's Gate stickers (honk) so thank you all so much!

As always with every 1k subscribers it means I will make a 1 hour long sleep aid video chosen from your requests. Usually I tally all the comments up and pick the most popular, unless it's a character that I've already done recently for a sleep aid. For example, the most requested character for the 7k sleep aid was Ambrose and Arden but I just did them for the 5k sleep aid, so instead I've picked the second most requested character, which I'll keep a surprise until that video goes up in a couple weeks. So get your requests in for who you'd like to lull you to sleep for an hour, it can be a fandom character, one of my original characters, or a generic boyfriend or royalty audio. Leave them in the comments below! And thank you all again so much! All of your support, whether you're a Patron, commissioning audios off me, watching my Twitch streams, leaving comments, or just silently supporting and watching my videos, it all helps me keep creating and, honestly, to survive. So thank you.

I know this got long. I'm really not good at not rambling.

[bonesbuckleup]

You’re writing a book?! What the hell that’s so exciting!!

I was gonna ask you about it bc I’m 👀🍽️ but then I saw the ask game you were having and realized that nr 17 fits perfectly >:) (ofc you can be as specific as you want/are able to be) I’m also really curious about 23, more specifically if there’s a place you often go to where you generally feel more productive?

(and if these have already been asked you can just pick whichever question you feel like you want to answer lol ♥️)

Answering out of order!

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

I have a standing desk in my bedroom with a walking pad. On that desk is a Bluetooth keyboard, a stand for my laptop, and a second monitor. There's also a lamp, some speakers, a copy of Save the Cat Writes a Novel, a bunch of notebooks, some scrap paper, a mug with pens, some thumb tacks, and a candle. I've got a white board to the left, cork boards, and a conspiracy wall of paper taped everywhere for easy-access notes. I'm talking full Pepe Silvia set up, to be honest. It is not elegant, but it gets the job done.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

Rambling vaguely about my original projects beneath the cut. There are two: the one I'm about to rewrite that I've been submitting to agents, and then the shiny new thing.

Project One! A YA contemporary fantasy novel called Initiate. To steal my twitter pitch/aesthetic.

The women of 16-year-old Cal Townsend's family have two traditions--witchcraft and secrets. When her father suddenly dies, and Cal is sent to live with her estranged maternal grandmother on a remote island in Lake Superior, Cal unknowingly enters into both. Initiate has:

Great Lakes gothic vibes

A Superior-based magic system

Queer kids trying their best

Sentient shadows

Hauntings of various kinds

Breaking generational curses

So! Much! Ice!

ANYWAY. I am about to rip that one apart at the seams, so that's all I have to say about it. However, I am also working on a new one that would probably appeal to Batfam fandom fans, so why not pop it in here as well.

It does not have a title yet, and is only the crime mage boys wip.

Set in a world that's exactly like ours except magic is an unquestioned part of it, the vibe of the crime mage boys wip is The Outsiders meets Rear Window but, like, also with magic and Chicago. Basically almost everyone has the capacity to do small magic (light a cigarette with a snap of the fingers, etc etc), but a small portion of the population can't do any (null) and another small portion can do big magic (mages).

The Grayson brothers (I know okay shut up) are hanging on by a thread. Leo (23, null, Tired™️) has been his brothers' legal guardian for the past 5 years and works multiple jobs with long hours to keep them afloat. JT (18/19, on week 52 of being in a bad mood) was a promising mage who had his magic permanently cut off by the police after being in the wrong place at the wrong time-- effectively torpedoing every future plan he'd ever had in a single night and leaving him floundering. Miles (14, protagonist, text book flight risk) just wants to keep his head down and not add to his brothers' many problems.

To bring in some extra money, Miles secretly works for a PI and helps her gather evidence (photos of cheaters caught in the act, checking to see if people really live at addresses--low risk recon jobs, basically). But add in a witnessed murder, a DIY-vigilante who keeps putting himself in Miles's way, and a growing mages' rights movement sweeping over the city, and Miles is getting a hell of a lot more than he bargained for.

ANYWAY that one is still very much in progress, but please enjoy these picrews of the three brothers: Miles, JT, and Leo, in that order.

[goddevouringserpent]

c'mon girlies (gender neutral) time for the SLOW YET STEADY CORRUPTION ARC, the DISCOVERY OF THE MOST FUCKED UP PARTS OF OUR SELF WHICH WE EMBRACE LIKE THEY'RE WORTH NURTURING BECAUSE WE ARE TOO AFRAID OF THE ALTERNATIVE, the ULTIMATE SACRIFICE OF OUR MORALITY FOR THE SAKE OF LOVE OR SOMETHING THAT BURNS LIKE ONLY LOVE COULD, TH

anyway, this is Angel, or yuor devil 😈, my MC for @homecomingvn ! definitely gonna be romancing Henry; still not sure if he's also going to be my MC for Lyra or if I'll make a different one for her, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it

more info about Angel below the cut because I cannot shut up ever. it's my curse and I bear it with dignity.

if you ever try to call Angel out on anything, her go-to reply will be "aw, do you really think I would do that, can't you see I'm an angel?" & a face that's a weird mixture of 😏 and 🥺. don't ask how he pulls that one off, it's a secret between him and god and neither of them's telling (when the Nonbinary hit, she briefly considered changing her name for something that sparked more gender joy, but ultimately decided against it because commitment to the bit is her #1 priority.)



I put 'chemistry' as one of the things he likes, but really she's super into anything science-related, chemistry is just her passion. one of the STEM bitches, basically. maybe a bit light on the TE part, but he would still read a 700-page book about, I don't know, How To Build Some Big Shit Like A Bridge Or Aqueduct and enjoy every bit of it. which doesn't necessarily mean he'd understand every bit of it, mind you, but it's all about the energy I guess



related to the above: WILL infodump about her interests if given the chance. WILL NOT stop unless directly and firmly told to. if you want him to shut up but are too polite to do anything about it? good fucking luck. Angel can keep going for hours and that is a promise.



hates the nickname 'Angie' and will never respond to it. will accept 'Annie' from friends, but really they tend to prefer more personalized nicknames—like Henry's 'Buttercup'—or just plain ol' Angel



extremely ride-or-die. if she considers you one of 'her people' there's next to nothing you could do to make her change her mind or give up on you. (though, to be honest, he probably IS going to be very confused as to how he managed to befriend not one Fucked Up Weirdo but two. didn’t even know there were two Fucked Up Weirdos in town! gotta be something in the water.)



I don't know what his job is going to be yet, but I do know he's already had like 15 jobs minimum; all because she's very thorough about "following your dreams" and it just so happens that her dreams generally last around 10-20 business days before he moves on to another dream. Angel, stop hoarding jobs, you fucking maniac. you're gonna destroy the economy. and yes that's sexy conceptually but you gotta be more careful about it bro (gender neutral)



tends to play wizards in D&D/any TTRPG. she likes the complexity and versatility.



speaking of, it's time for the most nightmarish scary fact about Angel, VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED READER BEWARE: she thinks THAC0 makes perfect sense and is intuitive & easy to understand. if you just felt a cold chill run down your spine, it's okay, I did too 😔 (in this house we tolerate AD&D in a "respect your elders" kinda way, but fuck THAC0 what was up with that shit)

Notes:

I don't actually know if school newspapers are a thing or I got tricked by media from the USA and also my ex-girlfriend; it's just that the concept of being some sort of unhinged investigative journalist at the tender age of 14something+ was too fitting for Angel and I had to take the risk of looking like a clown.

the Picrew used is Black Centered Picrew <3 by naylissah. I'd link it but I've been led to believe that This Website makes it so that you can't put external links or the post won't show up in tags/mentions, so uh. it's on the first page of Picrew, if you can't find it send me a DM or something??

[disorganizedkitten]

The Road To Ruin(?): you mentioned twenty three hours of slideshow. What else is there?

Okay okay SO! It's not a 23 hour long slideshow, as much as that would definitely be my magnum opus, it just took me 23 hours to make. Although I did sleep, so more like 17. BUT I've added a slide or two since then so technically it's a 24h slideshow ;0

There are. So many people on this slideshow. I didn't REALIZE how many OCs I was making until I put them all in one place. There are TWENTY SEVEN character slides, plus an extra slide for "I need to remember their name but they are NOT going to end up Important"(tm). Sadly, Cole from Into The Mixing Bowl is not on it yet, and they will likely garner an entire slide. As soon as I learn their birthday XD

Anyway I try to make a slide for every important person I build myself, plus NOPC Fay Dunbar because at this point she's so divorced from canon that she requires an explanation xD I love her immensely.

So! Not everyone but here's the two Delphis I sometimes mention, Calli, Fay, and the various Potter Twins that have been mentioned so far.

Starting with The Boys!

I hope the slides explain them well enough but I will answer any and all questions I love them so much. Charlie's from the first twin au I ever made - don't think it counts as a wbwl because at that time I didn't know the trope and the "Chosen One" shenanigans focus on both of them.

I'm like 98% sure I wrote Sorrel having glasses in TRTR but it's fine he looks 16 here, sometimes you grow out of them.

FUN FACT when I was building NOPC, I got to the point where you Have To Have A Name but I couldn't pick one, so I handed the phone to my little sister and told her to. That's why there's no theme to the name Connor, unlike the other twins.

We're going to ignore the fact that his name is spelled two different ways, I spell it one, autocorrect spells it the other. The fact that Tristan is somehow a week older than William seems extremely fake to me, but google docs dates my documents and that's what they say.

WILLIAM! He's such a Person. I love him so. Both Will and NOPC get to feature copious Encyclopedia Brown references and it makes me so happy.

Fay! She's my blorbo! Fay Malfoy was an errant thought in War Crimes and spawned her own au. Long before that, THIS Fay was born! I think she's from 2020? I didn't date NOPC's conception, partially bc the twins are only dated so the Ordered By Birthday Slideshow can have them ordered too, and partially because it's the result of multiple aus breeding plot bunnies over three years.

I have so many picrews of her because Metamorphmagery makes her that much more fun to do. I love her so much. Alongside becoming the Astronomy teacher, she contracts with Gringotts to break in and then point out flaws in their security.

Calli! She's Delphi Lyn's soulmate and she's such a person. I can't wait to get NOPC out and get reactions.

I saved the best for last; it's Delphi Lyn, mwah. Gosh this woman does. so much. I love her. It's SO MUCH FUN to run plotlines with her. Delphi Is Not Paid Enough For This is going to be a series of aus spawning from DoM/Horcrux shenanigans and it's lovely.

[ephemeronidwrites]

A couple days ago, I saw these gorgeous character portraits that @my-dumb-obsessions made on my dash, and I just went absolutely feral with inspiration. So I guess I'm doing the picrew thing, even though I've only vaguely heard of it before.

I started out by making portraits for my own Warden, as well as for the members of her Blight Club. Some of the images have been edited in photoshop to get a better match for things like color (Sten's skin tone, for instance, since none of the default options came quite close enough for my satisfaction), but other than Zevran's face tattoo, which I drew in by hand, all image resources were made by the very talented @elena-illustration.

(Thank you so much to the creator of the Windswept OC Generator for making it: I quite literally had hours and hours of fun with this.)

I also did my DA2 oc's and companions, so that's going to be coming up in another post. I do also plan to be doing the Awakening cast as well, but that's going to take a bit more time (since we have not just one character with face tattoos but two, and also two dwarves on the team... absolutely love this generator but dwarven proportions are just a lot harder to approximate).

[xnchxntmxnt]

hii, how have you been? your writing has had my heart ever since i first came in contact with it. i'm very thankful for your presence in this plataform because you're one of those making it more accessible to male and gn audiences and because you're super talented and skilled. ♡ i'm very proud of how far you've come, so, happy (amazing) 700+ followers and (fantastic) 2 years in here. <3

name: kapo.

pronouns: they|them.

date ideas: shopping, antiquing, cuddling.

info about me: i'm sassy, loyal, sweet, intelligent and genuine. i like to try new things out and to meet new people and places.

fandom: genshin impact.

picrew of me: https://picrew.me/share?cd=PJLJh9mp0h .

preferred gender: any is fine!

i hope you'll stay for even longer to keep on blessing us with your perfect words and brilliant ideas. take care. ♡

this might be one of the sweetest comments I've gotten on my blog i-

i really don't have words. thank you

your valentine's date is... NINGGUANG!

When ning plans a date, you’re not getting a half-assed date

She pulls out all the stops, especially if it’s for something like valentine’s day. Its an excuse to spoil you and she will

Sends you a card while she’s at work telling you to dress your best and meet her uptown that afternoon 

She leaves a little early to meet you, showers you in subtle compliments when she sees you

Then says the two of you are going shopping, then out to dinner

She takes you all over the harbor, showing you some shops she enjoys and lets you get whatever you like

Bicker about paying for something for her, i dare you

This is her date and she will take care of everything for you

After a few hours of strolling around, you two end up somewhere incredibly fancy for dinner, in a special booth at the corner (she mentions she comes here once in a while for business meetings, which explains why the hosts barely said anything before leading you to your table

Conversation with her is always fun–she can’t tell you everything about her job, but you suspect she tells you more than she’s really supposed to

You listen to the storyteller for a while, making your own conversation intermittently 

All in all, a wonderful day

At the end of the night she surprises you with some flowers and says something about it being ‘tacky’ but enjoyed the tradition nevertheless

[hyperbolicreverie]

Thank you @13shapeshifters for the tag! This was a fun one!

1). Picrew

(Why are there never any picrews with hairsticks? TT_TT)

2) shuffle my on repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks

Hum Hallelujah--Fallout Boy

Castle of Glass--Linkin Park

Embers--Owl City

Sound the Bells--Dessa

Streets of Gold--Aviators

Twisted by Design--Sum 41

Fortuna (Warframe)--Divide Music

Dawn--Echo Black, Danny Blu

Falling Down--Oasis

The Ticketman--Rachel Rose Mitchell

Bit less varied than normal. Some of that is writing music, though, so that's why those are there.

3) this questionnaire:

Tea, coffee, or soda?

Don't like most soda, coffee belongs solely in tiramisu, and tea on occasion. (Usually the iced chai variety). Will pass up all three for just a cold glass of milk.

Dogs or cats?

Cats. Cats cats cats.

Can you play any instruments?

Not...really? I played the flute in elementary and middle school but I was never amazing at it...need to get back to learning the tin penny whistle again. I can sing?

Whats your sun sign?

Aries/Taurus cusp. Two for the price of one!

First song lyrics that pops into your head?

The road outside my house/Is paved with good intentions/Hired a construction crew/'Cause it's hell on the engine.

Do you have any tattoos?

I am far too indecisive for my own tattoos but I will happily gush over other people's.

Favorite place you've traveled?

I am not well-traveled at all, I've never been on a plane or more than five hours from the Atlantic Ocean, but...I am very fond of the quiet little islands off the coast of Maine. Good seafood, chill vibes.

Last movie you watched?

The Mummy. Infinitely re-watchable for me.

What languages do you speak?

Themes of my writing aside, only English. Trying my best to claw some of my Spanish learning back, though.

Do you have any hobbies?

Writing, LARPing...character and narrative analysis counts as a hobby, right?

You can hang out with one fictional character for an hour, who do you choose?

See, if you ask me a question like this, I just make stuttering noises for the whole hour and never pick anyone.

Compliment yourself:

I have very nice hair. It's very soft.

I tag...whomever would like to do this! Because I'm bad at asking!

[desert-dyke]

1, 11, 25

Song of the year?

"Horseshoe Crab" by Slothrust has so many good lines in it. (again this is a new to me this year answer verses came out this year)

11. Something you want to do again next year?

Definitely attending LosCon. I went for the third time this year, and though I haven't been to many other cons before, it is one of my favorites to attend.

25. Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one

I've done a lot of writing this year so it's hard to pick one. As is, I changed my mind halfway through answering this about who I wanted to talk about, so I'm gonna do both. Initially I was going to make picrews of these but since "describe" is in the instructions, and I'm not terribly married to many of the physical qualities of these characters, I decided against it.

Option one: Gwen (short for Guinevere). Gwen is a realistic looking Android from one of my (currently unpublished Novelettes). Her physical description is never fully delved into, in favor of describing her functionality. Excerpt:

"I just wanted to look at you.” You touched the hem of the simple dress I am wearing, a dusty rose with a Peter Pan collar, rubbing the material between your palm. I knelt down, so you could better reach from your wheelchair. Your eyes, green flecked with bronze, widened in delight. You held my face, touched the soft silicone of my cheeks, tugged at the elasticity of my lips, fingered the ridges of my porcelain teeth. You combed your fingers through my hair, and I saw a glimpse of envy pout your frown. The pad of your finger went against the grain of my rooted eyebrows.

“You’re pretty.” You sound almost disappointed.

Something that currently hasn't made it's way into the piece (and might not ever) is Gwen's lack of identity with gender. I really wanted to do a

moment with her character, but I couldn't figure it out without it feeling incredibly forced. Essentially she is only designed to look like a woman because of the stereotype of women being more nurturing (She is designed to act as a nurse and caretaker). She is indifferent to the identity, tolerant of the associated pronouns, but ultimately views herself as genderless.

Option Two: Ursula from an unpublished short story. I will give an excerpt that includes description:

"AR would’ve told you the moment you looked at me that my pronouns are she/xem and I’m an engineer. I’m not much to look at. Brown hair always tied back. Stout and muscular. Still dressed in pajamas, because at that hour, I just didn’t care. I have a tattoo, but not where anyone can easily spot it."

Again, less concerned with Ursula's appearance in the story, but more so interested in xir arc. Ursula grapples with the woes of dating on a long haul ship where the pool is limited and she is stuck seeing her ex often because they are co-workers. Through this "mundane" tale, I explore life on a long haul ship that rarely sees planetside. Overall, it's a fun piece and ends in an optimistic light

Thanks so much for this ask!

[funky-writer-man]

saw this and was like ooh hope she tagged me in this...yes!!!!

I write: daily | most days | a few times a week | a few times a month | random, I could write a few days in a row and then not for months. Since writing it just a hobby for me, I don't have a strict schedule with it.

I write most often: when I first get up | later in the morning | afternoon | evening | the wee hours of the night | whenever. It might be the dislike of school in me, but I hate working at all until at least after lunch. Mornings and afternoons tend to be for chilling. I do vague planning and coming up with ideas whenever, though.

In one sitting, I tend to write: a few sentences at a time | a few hundred words | a few thousand words | a complete chapter/section no matter how long | an outline | whatever comes. If I'm having a good writing moment, I'll get a few hundred words in.

I tend to write scenes: in chronological order with no skipping | mostly in order but with some filler/skipping | whatever scene I feel like | who knows what’s gonna come out. I put mostly in order, just because that's how I used to always do it, like I wouldn't let myself do other stuff. But more recently I've been chill with it, so I picked that option.

The things that comes easiest to me are: dialogue | description of senses | description of action | description of characters | exposition | other. Dialogue is the one that I find the easiest to do, no matter what's going on. I could do pretty good description or exposition, but I tend to not be good when mixing two or more. But dialogue I'm solid at no matter what else is happening.

I tend to write: on a phone | on a laptop | in a notebook | on whatever paper I can find | with speech to text | in the blood of my enemies | it doesn’t really matter to me | on paper first and then typed up | old school typewriter | on a computer. The same as the scene order one, in that I used to do one thing, but now it's different. Before I had a laptop, I solely wrote on my phone. But I started associating just the idea of writing on my phone with writers block, so I only use my laptop now, which I definitely prefer.

When I take a break from writing, it usually lasts: a few days | a few weeks | a few months | it’s kind of random, but quite a while. I do other things though, like if we were judging how much creating FOR my writing I do, then I would be top of the class. But actual writing I do not that much.

My favorite thing to do when I’m on a writing break is: recharge with other creative hobbies | read/consume other media | do something physical | catch up with old friends | work on my WIP in other ways like with playlists or art (i like to do picrews for my characters) | other. I struggle with getting into media, but I do enjoy it, and plan to do it a lot.

In general, I think my writing habits are: pretty much what I need them to be | okay, but I’m working on making them better | non-existent | not great | i’m excited to develop them further | totally random | perfect for me, I used to be quite anxious constantly about if I was writing enough. I felt like if I didn't write soon, I was NEVER going to do it, so I needed to do it SOON. But I realised that just made creating stressful, and I couldn't get enjoyment out of it that way. It's so much more fun creating my little hypothetical characters and stories and worlds, and letting the actual writing come whenever it does.

Tagging :]] @transmasc-wizard @lower-ones-eyes @icarian-angel @the-raine-woods

writing habits tag

Tagged by @space-writes!

RULES: Bold or color the things that you relate to and then tag some people to play.

I write: daily | most days | a few times a week | a few times a month | random

I write most often: when I first get up | later in the morning | afternoon | evening | the wee hours of the night | whenever

In one sitting, I tend to write: a few sentences at a time | a few hundred words | a few thousand words | a complete chapter/ section no matter how long | an outline | whatever comes

I tend to write scenes: in chronological order with no skipping | mostly in order but with some filler/skipping | whatever scene I feel like | who knows what’s gonna come out

The things that comes easiest to me are: dialogue | description of senses | description of action | description of characters | exposition | other

I tend to write: on a phone | on a laptop | in a notebook | on whatever paper I can find | with speech to text | in the blood of my enemies | it doesn’t really matter to me | on paper first and then typed up | old school typewriter | on a computer

When I take a break from writing, it usually lasts: a few days | a few weeks | a few months | it’s kind of random

My favorite thing to do when I’m on a writing break is: recharge with other creative hobbies | read/consume other media | do something physical | catch up with old friends | work on my WIP in other ways like with playlists or art | other

In general, I think my writing habits are: pretty much what I need them to be | okay, but I’m working on making them better | non-existent | not great | i’m excited to develop them further | totally random | perfect for me

Gently tagging @e-klair, @cream-and-tea, @scroll-of-aves and @squarebracket-trick for this!

[gingus-doon]

headcannon: keiji keeps the charm mr. policeman gave him tucked away in a box, in some corner of his apartment that he doesn't frequent. he doesn't like to be reminded of it, or to look at it, and some part of him just wants to get rid of it already. but paradoxically, he'd be devastated if he ever lost it– as if losing it would be a confirmation of the life he lost to that day.

[whaleofatjme1920]

Elsie's 1K Celebration - 2021

[if you’re seeing this, it’s been a year!]

Hi cowfolks and love bugs. Thank you so much for 1K! It's an absolute honor to write for you, to get to know the communities and people I write for. In order to properly thank you, I've got some things lined up! Things are subject to change should I feel necessary.

Do NOT send anything other than just chatting material and the like before these slots actually open up. It’s just to give people a fair chance, Y’know?

November 17th - 21st: Accepting matchups! From midnight on the 17th to midnight the 21st in USA Central time, I'll be accepting matchups.

TELL ME WHAT FANDOM YOU WANT. There are so many fandoms here, you need to specify which one.

You need to tell me all about yourself. I'm talking zodiac, your likes and dislikes, who you are as a person both positive and negative, a fun memory or something, literally write essays to me so I can match you as accurately as I can. Literally tell me everything.

Pronouns too and your sexuality! I don’t want to just pair you with men and I'd love to address you correctly.

Please specify if it's ROMANTIC or PLATONIC or ENEMY. Also, if it's romantic and you want NSFW, you gotta specify that to me as well. You need to have your age in your profile or in your writing. If you don’t, I’ll just straight up not answer it.

If you are a minor DO NOT send me a matchup request.

Again, if you are asking for NSFW you need to tell me your kinks, your limits, etc. otherwise it’ll be incredibly general and probably lacking in personal flair.

DO NOT SEND ME OCs.

Please, do not be upset if it isn't the person you're into, and remember that I am a person who is very busy.

I will try to give you lengthy answers but you really need to give the info so I can do that for you.

Do not send me multiple matchup requests. You get one and one only.

November 23rd - 24th: Doodle hours and mood boards! The prompt is you and your favorite cryptids or mythological creatures. Send me a picrew (for the best results) or your favorite character, tell me about the cryptid/mythological being and I'll draw the two together or make you a mood board! Please specify. Can't have both though.

November 25th: Literally nothing. Go eat something good. Draw me a turkey lol /hj

November 27th - and Onwards: Accepting writing requests! Headcanons and scenarios are all open for multiple fandoms.

Ask me about: Creepypasta, Marble Hornets, Darkwood, SCP, Sally Face, Assassin's Creed, TF2.

Remember, if you're asking for headcanons, there's a limit of 5 characters.

Try not to ask multiple things at once? I don't know how much it's going to fill up depending.

That's it! That's the whole schedule. Thank you so much for 1K! I'm so incredibly grateful for every single one of you. Hope to make these next few days special for you. Love you lots <3