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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 9 months ago

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Tale of the Cursed Raven -- Author’s Notes & Afterthoughts

The full series:

Miss Raven sketch is by shimmeryspark!

Well, it’s been quite the journey but we’ve finally made it to the end of ✨ Raven’s origin saga ✨. It was such a wild experience to write it all and hear your feedback for each installment. I hope that you all enjoyed reading it as much as I loved creating it... and I hope that it sheds more light on why Raven is the way she is.

Now that the series is done, I’m feeling really nostalgic about it (maybe it’s Mis Raven’s enchanted inks working their magic on me)💦 so I wanted to relive the memories a little, and share some of the feelings, insights, and thoughts I had before, during, and after writing the saga.

If you’re interested in reading that, it’ll all be below the cut for your convenience.

“May those who accept their fate be granted happiness, may those who defy their fate be granted glory.” — Edel, Princess Tutu (2002)

The Origins

I’ve always loved stories—more specifically, fairy tales. When I was little, they’d always be on my mind. Actually, they still are to this very day. If I wasn’t reading them, I’d be watching them or thinking about them, making theories and spinning stories of my own.

I loved the fantastical elements, the whimsy of magic and talking animals, the witches and the monsters, the royals and the warriors that protected them... I loved it all. That childhood love of fairy tales followed me into adolescence and adulthood. That’s really where this all began.

Of course, I gravitated towards media that prominently featured elements of, or borrowed from, fairy tales. This would lead me to the rabbit hole that is Twisted Wonderland 😷 (you all knew this was coming). Due to the blank slate nature of the game’s protagonist, Yuu, TWST was ripe for an OC community to crop up.

I saw a lot of unique characters in the fandom, so I wanted to create a character too. However, no matter how hard I tried, I struggled to develop a “Yuu” that I was satisfied with. At times, I even felt uncomfortable because I felt I was either putting too much of myself into “Yuu”, or not enough. It was then that I realized I would have much more fun making a character based on a preexisting story. A theme, a concept—they’d all be pre-set for me, and I could let my imagination run wild from those.

I didn’t want to adapt a character from a Disney movie (say, the Mad Hatter or King Triton). While I had seen many cool interpretations made by other people, I didn’t want to limit myself to personalities and character traits that were already determined by the movies or stories for me. I started looking into fairy tales themselves, looking for a character or a concept vague enough for me to base my OC on—and I found it in the wording of a riddle from Alice in Wonderland.

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

It captured the spirit of whimsy I wanted to evoke in the OC. Ah, but there's also an underlying sadness and dread to her character. It's mostly Alice in Wonderland with a whisper of Edgar Allen Poe.

And thus, Raven was born.

Tsunderes — but why???

At first glance, you might look at Raven and label her personality as “tsundere”. It’s a popular trope in Japanese media where a character that is initially cold and harsh shows or develops a warm, friendlier side over time. One problem that I’ve always had with the tsundere archetype is that the media that employ it rarely, if ever, explain the reasoning for why a character is a tsundere. More often than not, tsunderes are used to comedic effect nowadays, with the tsundere characters acting violent towards their supposed love interests—and that’s something that has never really sat well with me. I don’t think that’s necessarily good writing, but I won’t fault the people who do enjoy that kind of thing. I personally prefer it when we get to know the characters and the reasoning behind their personalities and decisions more. Character-driven storytelling is my jam.

Familiar of Zero’s Louise lacks the magical power to back up her noble lineage, and she has an inferiority complex as a result of that. Toradora’s Taiga has a complex family situation which has left her distrustful of others. When writing Raven, I didn’t want her to fall into the trap of “no explanation” tsundere. I wanted to outline a clear reason for why her personality is “hot and cold”, like Louise and Taiga. Even more than that, I wanted Raven’s reason to line up with the concepts of “freedom” and “expression” that tie with her bird and storytelling motifs.

And so, her story started taking shape in my head. (If you want to read more specifics on my thought process, I’d check out this post. I also talk more about the concepts behind her there.)

Her Magic

I wanted to tie in her personality and philosophy into her unique magic too. After all, it's a spell that defines who she is as an individual. In the beginning, Raven was excited about the prospect of writing, as it would help her comes to understand others--however, she struggles to come to grips with their emotions and keeps holding herself at a distance. Only when she empathizes with her characters and with the people around her does her unique magic come into fruition. With it, she can see into others' hearts and rewrite their feelings--that is, if her willpower and coaxing can convince them to.

I didn't want Raven to be a particularly gifted magic user; she's someone that had to work hard to come into her own. I think of her humanoid form as something still awkward and developing, which sometimes interferes with her spellcasting. What really makes Raven shine is her determination, and the strong imagination that pairs with it. All she truly lacks is the ambition and the confidence, things that I hoped would be honed at Night Raven College.

The Characters for the Series

Initially, I wanted to feature a much larger cast of characters. At some point, I was ambitious enough to think I could somehow include every NRC student in the plot... but thank goodness I realized that just wasn’t feasible. I saw the narrative mess that happened whenever a creative piece tried to get too many characters involved. It just made it hard to keep track of and care about anyone on an individual level. Sometimes, it also distracted from the central themes and conflict. Now, that’s not to say that Raven has never canonically engaged with other characters (because she definitely has)! It’s just that those interactions aren’t as important to this story, so I left them out of it.

In hindsight, I’m so glad that I kept the core cast (up to a certain point) small. That way, I could dedicate more of my time writing each of their individual thoughts and emotions. Raven remains the main character throughout, while Rook, Crowley, Jade, and, to some extent, Azul, Floyd, and Octa A, are secondary characters. Idia, Vil, Epel, the Fates, etc., are very much tertiary characters that showed up a few times total 😂 but they all played their parts and still contributed the overall story.

A character that was introduced in part 6 was the timid but well-meaning Octavinelle A-kun (whose name is Kon, like konbu, or Japense kelp). He was actually included as a gag character because I couldn’t think of someone from the main cast for the role he ended up filling. I unintentionally got attached to Kon and decided to bring him back later in the story, because I guess I like the irony of a mob character that lacks eyes having more screen time than two Dorm Leaders (Vil and Idia). I think the inclusion of Kon also really helped the themes of the story, because, in a meta way, he’s like Raven. He’s a “background character” who ended up having time in the spotlight (and even earned himself a small but dedicated fan following), which proves that it’s possible for Raven, who also sees herself as a “background character”, to ascend and become a “main character”.

Speaking of semi-original characters, I also had fun doing my interpretation of the Fates in part 10. I doubt that’s what they’re like in canon and watch TWST prove me wrong, but it was super fun to write regardless of that. I think my favorite thing about them was how they bicker when they’re out of the public eye, but it was also interesting to come up with their idol poses and phrases.

The cast noticeably expands around part 15, and that was a very purposeful move on my end. Raven has had her revelation then, as well as a stronger understanding of how her unique magic works. Art that point, the story shifts from Raven being on the outside looking in to the characters witnessing her tale unfold. It's to indicate that Raven has finally properly begun integrating herself with the stories that she has always isolated herself from. Characters that have previously had smaller roles before (Vil, Idia, Azul) return for a reprise and to add their own context to what's happening now, and the characters never previously mentioned (Lilia, Riddle, Kalim, Leona) give their perspectives as people who had no direct involvement. I wanted to show the shades of familiarity that they have with what Raven's been up to on her lonesome, and how these different kinds of relationships and points of view are all important when looking at a story.

I was very excited to introduce the Enchantress (Estella) as an onlooker that has a tenacious history with Lilia; she's an original character I've been working on and hiding in the shadows until her first appearance late in this saga. Estella is a very complex person, whom I would describe as a mix of the Enchantress (Beauty and the Beast), Giselle (in both Enchanted and Disenchanted), Isabela (Encanto), Frollo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame), Mother Gothel (Tangled) and Fairy Godmother (Shrek 2). She gives... "tough love", but often acts in morally self-righteous and self-important ways, believing that it is for the "own good" of the people she becomes entangled with. Sadly, I was not able to go into her own background and motives, but someday I'd really like to!

The Plot of the Series

There’s a lot that you don’t see that goes into writing. I went through several iterations of Tale of the Cursed Raven, especially with the rising action and climax. You should see my writing drafts--there’s no rhyme or reason to them! You might see some bullet points to show a sequence of events, but the rest of the document is just random lines or ideas I think would “sound cool” that I just scribbled down while on the bus or something.

When I write a story, I usually know how I want things to begin and how I want them to end, and I have trouble filling in everything that’s in between. I usually took large chunks of time between the release of each installment to review information from the previous part and make sure the continuity carried over to the part I was currently writing.

It was also common for me to write, rewrite, and rewrite the parts again several times over before I actually put it to the public. Sometimes I would almost be done with an installment, and I’d delete it all and start over because I thought of something much better. I’d be irritated with myself in the moment for wasting all that time and hard work, but I think it ended up working out.

sadibasudbad Okay, I want to talk about some of the plot points that I scrapped, because some of them were actually interesting... They just took the story nowhere or caused issues with other things I had planned, so I had to drop them 😅

After Jade’s betrayal is revealed in part 3, I was going to have Raven become Azul’s business rival. Not in the restaurant sense, but more like she would offer similar “wish fulfillment” services as Azul, mostly because she needs something to do to keep herself positive. Her services were going to be called “Fairy Godmothering” and involved sending wishes on slips of paper in little black boxes she placed all over campus. However, she’d probably need a lot of help or strong magic to make that happen, neither of which really applies to her. I guess the tradeoff would have been that Azul offers more but asks for a price, whereas Raven offers less but works for free. She’d write stories as kind of a “road map” or “plan” for how she would personally fulfill her a wish, as opposed to Azul’s contracts, and which required a mutual agreement to the terms. I also didn’t know where to take the story after this point was introduced, so it had to go.

Part 8 was originally going to open with Raven and Riddle having a tea party and catching up. Floyd was going to emerge from some rose bushes with Cater and Trey chasing after him 😂 and Floyd was going to kidnap Raven from there for the boat scene with Jade. Like I mentioned before, I decided to cut this out to keep the number of characters the story had relatively short. (Plus, I guess Floyd would have had to run a shorter distance to the lake if Raven was already in the forest area than if she were all the way in Heartslabyul?)

There was a large hiatus between part 10 and part 11, because a lot of rewrites had to happen for the latter half of the series. Part 11 in particular went through several different versions—one of which would involve Prince Rielle visiting NRC for a magift game and knocking Raven out cold with the frisbee. Because Raven didn’t remember the face of the “prince” that saved her from drowning when she was a bird, I was going to have her mistake Rielle as that “prince” (similar to how Eric mistook Ursula/Vanessa for Ariel). Djsbsjsbshs But I already took a huge chance by writing my interpretation of the Fates, so I didn’t want to also do my interpretation of Rielle in case TWST gives us more details about him later. Rielle is based on a Disney princess, so I thought it was more likely that he got more details revealed about him over of the Fates, and I didn’t want to make my series too reliant on headcanons or unconfirmed information about a character we haven’t even seen yet.

Finally (and this is the biggest change of all), parts 10 through 20 were originally going to be heavily focused on action and adventure. Raven was going leave NRC in search of the Enchantress (who originally cursed the Storyteller several years go) and ask her to lift the curse, and the Enchantress was going to send her on a series of heroic quests to prove that she is “worthy”. But the more I thought about it, the more I thought the scale was too grand 💦 At the end of the day, Raven is just a bird trying to be a normal human girl... and I wanted her development to be more of a traditional coming of age story instead of a literal hero’s journey where she confronts dragons and saves villages. Something more down-to-earth makes her more relatable, so I went with that route instead of the action-adventure one.

I don’t know if you noticed, but the saga happens alongside the events of the main story (as some main story events, such as Overblots, are referenced). The last 5ish parts happen around the transition from the Ignihyde arc to the Diasomnia arc, sooo... :)) You can think what you like about whether Raven’s happy ending is reality or a dream conjured up by Malleus~

I argued with myself a lot while writing the series, especially about the ending. I had a lot of my friends (and readers, too) telling me “you’d better not kill Raven” and “Raven and Jade should kiss and make up/date each other at the end” (some of which came true, some of which didn’t). I was so conflicted at the time because while I never intended to kill Raven, it was clear that my audience was expecting a perfect “happily ever after”... and I didn’t know if such a conclusion would fit the overall tone of the series. I think what I ended up doing was satisfactory, though. It’s happy, but not overly so, and it keeps the door open for future shenanigans in a light-hearted and hopeful way. I think leaving it open-ended like this suits the theme of the saga and Miss Raven's struggle to find her freedom.

Raven’s Growth and Development

Raven has come so far.

The saga here is written kind of like “oh, this is her main story”, but it’s meant to be supplemented by “vignettes” and “event stories” (ie all the side content of Raven which fleshes out her relationships with other characters). The idea is that all her experiences at NRC helped her to develop her own sense of self, and granted her the confidence to fly in the face of her own fate, which she was once so hopeless about. When I look back on the last few years, I’m amazed at how much of it there is, whether produced by myself, by friends, or by fans. It’s really humbling that I get to share this journey with you all.

Raven used to be scared and shy, a timid bird with little to no understanding of the world, or of the creatures in it. Then she picked up a quill, ink, and paper—and a whole new world opened up to her. Her story is one of how freedom of self expression and creative works can connect us not only with others, but with ourselves. Because of that, Raven was able to grow and become a much more mature person (with the support of her friends and family, of course)!

Just because the saga is over doesn’t mean Raven is suddenly perfect, though. She still very much struggles to be emotionally expressive and honest with her feelings of affection (since she has gone so long burying those), so she’s still got a long way to go in that regard 💦 She also has some lingering self-esteem issues that she’s got to work on. Raven’s always changing...! Always willing to learn! Jade and Rook, please help her—

When people read Tale of the Cursed Raven, I don’t want them to “just see it as a love story” or “TWST OC x TWST Boy” fanfiction 💦 because the focus isn’t just on romance, but on Raven discovering herself, and her voice, in a world that once confused and scared her. It’s not just a story about finding love, it’s also about a girl growing up, gaining confidence, finding new family and friends to support her... It’s a lot of things, and I feel that it’s doing the saga a disservice by calling it just a love story.

I’ve mentioned this a few times before, but while Raven is not meant to be a self-insert character, I feel that her struggles are very relatable and I hope that you, too, can see some part of yourself in her and her journey. A lot of the writing process involved me analyzing and coming to terms with difficult feelings, particularly ones of self-loathing, self-acceptance, coming to terms with emotions, and trying to find one’s place in a world that can be confusing and scary to navigate. I feel that writing Raven’s tale was able to help me through those tough times in my life. For that reason, this saga will always hold a lot of sentimental value to me.

So... What’s next?

There were originally plans for me to make a follow up/spin-off series where Octa A/Kon was the main character. The theme of that series was “even the unnoticed and ordinary can be noticed and extraordinary!” It was going to focus on Kon and his mob student friends (one from each dormitory), along with their struggles of being “noticed” (as they are often just one face in a sea of mob students) and “fitting in” with their respective dorm’s ideals. I think it would have been a series that resonated a lot with introverts and people who see themselves as “less than” others or as “not fitting in” with others’ expectations. I might still do this, but it would probably be another huge project that would take months of planning and revision.

Another idea I had was to write a series of stories that are just flashbacks of Raven’s life prior to Night Raven College, whether as a bird or whether as the Storyteller’s apprentice. I also considered writing in-depth about how the Storyteller was originally cursed, and about the Enchantress responsible for it. I would like to get into her backstory and her motivations for spinning the Storyteller’s curse to begin with. (Maybe I’ll do those as blog anniversary or follower milestone specials?) Some friends of mine also jokingly suggested I write a sequel series focused on Raven and her relationship with L*ONA 🤢 dfhlbahefvqoeuq Lots of ideas, lots of possibilities!

As for Raven, she’s definitely not going away just because her origin saga is done. She’s still the beloved poster child of this blog, so of course I want to continue writing about her! It’s just that she’ll be a little freer to speak her mind now that her curse has been lifted. After all, "the end" is just "the beginning" of another story!

I kind of feel like a proud parent, seeing my bird daughter growing up, making friends, finding love, and developing her own sense of agency and independence 😭 I’m excited to see where this next chapter of Raven’s life takes us.

Before I sign off, I’d like to thank you, dear readers, for following Miss Raven’s story until the very end. None of this would be possible without you!

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checkthescript · 25 days ago

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IT'S NOW TIME FOR OUR FEACHER PRESENTATION

Have you ever wanted to be a

on the BIG SCREEN!?

Well NOW IS YOUR CHANCE!

Ladies, germs, bacteria of all configurations! Listen closely, because this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that you DON'T want to miss! Now is your chance to step right up on the stage beside your favourite TV host, Mister "Ant" Tenna, LIVE on air!

Ask him questions! Give him a hug! Cover him in substances of unknown origin! (What? What???? NO????????? Mike, that wasn't part of the-)

BUT, you better ACT fast to claim your spot in the spotlight; slots are filling up quick! They're practically overflowing! (It's spilling everywhere! It's EVERYWHERE!)

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✨THE MOST HIGH-STAKES GAME SHOW YOU'LL EVER PLAY✨ It's much more fun, I must confess, when lives are on the line; Not mine of course, but Tenna, oh boy, now that'd be just fine. TENNA CURRENT STATS Status: OVERHEATED, UNCONSCIOUS, and COOLING DOWN HP: 5000/5500 AT: 13 DF: 4 Equipped: Glittery red heart sticker, singed crochet flower pin Height: 13 ft* Weight: 539 lbs / 38.5 stone / 245 kg Number of repairs to date: 1 Number of resets to date: 0 * Tenna can shrink and grow at will with a maximum height of 20 ft and a minimum of 1 inch.

Blog status: Pluey is in charge! 🕺🐈‍⬛ Magic Anon Effect: None. Number of RESETs: 0 Current Blog Mood Jam: I'm Still Standing // With A Little Help From My Friends // Everybody Loves Me

TAGS #feature presentation — Business as usual, progress in main story. #panic! in static! — Tenna's getting a little unhinged, be it fear, anger, or what have you. #out manic! — Tenna's freaking completely out. #don't you find it all romantic — People are swooning over Tenna or there are things related to romance. #mike's yappin — Interactions directed at the Mike crew. #battytat — Interactions directed specifically at Small Mike (Battat Mike). He has an ask blog of his own right here! @battytat #sc-ramb-led — Interactions directed at Ramb. Also, Ramb has an ask blog of his own right here! @sc-ramb-led #pippins parlour — Interactions directed at the Pippinses. #angel tag — Interactions with someone's OC named Angel. #friday tag — Interactions with someone's OC named Friday. #biscuit tag — Interactions with someone's OC named Biscuit. #engineer tag — Interactions with someone's Engineer character. #janitor tag — Interactions with someone's Janitor character. #star anon — Interactions with someone's character named Star Anon. #look at that mailbox — Spamton tag. #can't show that on live tv — An asker has sent in something suggestive. Straight up explicit material will not be posted. Do not send in explicit imagery or links. You will be blocked. #check the script — OOC posts. Will keep these to a minimum. #it's silly time! — Silly posts that aren't actually part of any story. If I can't have whimsy what is the point even supposed to be. Frequent fliers will get their own tags.

BLOG ACHIEVEMENTS 24/06/2025 — Tenna died in a horrible pipe bomb accident! 24/06/2025 — The blog reached 100 followers!! 25/06/2025 — Mister Ant Tenna is BACK, baby!!! 26/06/2025 — 100 posts achieved! 26/06/2025 — We have hit 100 asks in the box! YOWZA!! 07/07/2025 — Fainted from the sheer terror of spam emails.

Other Things to KEEP IN MIND: -The characters featured on this blog can die permanently! Be careful with them! Or don't. Your call. I won't make it easy for you, though! >:) -Tenna is the main character on this blog, sure, but you can send asks to the staff, too! I'm sure Ramb and the Mikes would love to talk to you as well. -Tenna will remember you if you give yourself an Anon signoff or ask him something off of Anon. If you want to have a positive relationship with Tenna, remember to keep all your misdeeds to Anon! -Tenna has an inventory! If you give him something he likes, he'll keep it! If his inventory is full or something is too big, it'll stay somewhere in the studio. -You're never bothering the admin! Send in as many asks as you want, feel free to like spam, etc—it's all fine with me. As long as you don't send the same thing over and over, it's all good with me. I'm very selective about private long-term roleplays, but if you're interested in one, feel free to PM me with an inquiry. Yume/selfship/x-reader flavour things are fine with me as long as everyone involved is an adult. I'm NOT groovy with pr×ship, dark, etc. As long as we understand each other in that way, everything should be fine. -Multiship. If you decide to have your OC pursue Tenna romantically, keep calm about other folks doing the same! He's not cheating on your OC. Use your imagination to make the others disappear. Please do NOT harass other folks interacting with this blog! I will have to block you if you do! -If a Major Blog-wide Plot Event is taking too long to progress, I'll progress it myself! No offense is meant towards the other folks in the roleplay, I just want to keep the story trucking along, especially if it's a situation that has disabled Tenna or other characters involved.

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roobiedo · 7 months ago

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woe, banana trishaw be upon ye 🍌🚲

happy Solarpunk Aesthetic Week! today i give you: little concept doodle. tomorrow, who knows? 🤷

been thinking about what transportation would look like in the solarpunk noon story i've been slowly working on. rickshaws have long been a part of Asian history, and bananas play a huge role in our local culture, so i made them do the kiss and this thing was born! more details below~

is this rickshaw design functional from a technical standpoint? no, but it's okay. close your eyes. take my hand. let's imagine a better world i drew a trishaw that is anatomically accurate and focus on the fancy, scientifically-questionable features instead ✨

since in my region winter doesn't exist (yet...), my main priority was designing a vehicle that can make use of our 2 beloved seasons: hot and wet <3 i was trying to do something cool with the concept of evapotranspiration, but i don't reeeally know if this idea holds water (haha). so if any smarter folks wanna take a crack at it, i will love you forever

ok wait lemme show my inspirations

i definitely tuk some ideas from the Thai style Tuk Tuks, probably one of the most well-known modern versions of the rickshaw (the last time i rode on one my hat literally flew off in the first ten seconds. 10/10).

but my MAIN inspiration. the reason i came up with this idea in the first place...

Absolute. Bootleg. Absurdity. are you seeing this???

okay so this is in Melaka, and they are obviously tourist traps, but i love them ok. i Love them. look at how far we can push the boundaries of our silly, of our creativity. we could have this sort of whimsy EVERY DAY!!!

plus, the uncle who drove my family around last time was so enthusiastic about taking us around! he infodumped non-stop about the history and cultural significance of every landmark we passed, while laughing the whole time, and i just think that's beautiful.

and what's more solarpunk than stuffing a local beca to the brim with all the little things that we love?

look at this. imagine if they were Real, Living flowers. imagine hopping into one of these every morning. a little roving, rolling garden, taking you wherever you wish to go. each beca frame lovingly customized, harboring their own unique little ecosystems. tiny worlds to discover. imagine that subtle floral fragrance accompanying you, as you chat with your driver on the way back home. maybe you're the driver. maybe you're just a passerby, but a glimpse of that interaction is enough to make your day. maybe this can be our life. are you sold? i'm sold.

#this turned from an art post into a very personal thoughts dump and honestly? im thriving #you will look at SEAsian solarpunk and you Will like it!!!!#art #artists on tumblr #solarpunk #solarpunk aesthetic week #rickshaw #roobiedoodle #roobieramble #sorry for all the silly lines. im sleep deprived and in a jokey mood dhsjk #ohhh if you ask me about my story i will love you forever ever ever #i wanted to post a prototype of it this week but i couldnt make the deadline :(#but answering Qs might help with the worldbuilding so!!!#you can ask me about the rickshaw design too but chances are i will just cry because i Dont Know #this post is brought to you by Can't Ride A Bike Gang btw 🔥🔥🔥 we out here..............h

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demigoddessqueens · 10 months ago

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*boops the mic* so how do I do this ask thing? 😆

Okay anyway so hello! I have a request 🥺 vox machina headcanons for what creative/artistic/domestic hobby they would do for fun with their s/o. Thank youuu! ✨

Btw I've always loved your writing for vm! I'm so glad I found them because I am eating them up after my long days. My bedtime stories <33

Testing, testing, 1-2-3 🎤 I can hear you!! 😄

Awwww!! Thanks for your request nonnie!! This is such a cute ask and I’m glad you like my writing so much like that 🥹💕

Masterlist 11

Keyleth

She took you to Zephrah to show you where she came from and the heritage she’s proud of, taking you around to admire the beautiful scenery and enjoy a date in one of the more homey taverns

Vex’ahlia

Trinket was in need of a bath and a TLC spa day so you and Vex were on duty to tend to the friendly bear. Brushing out and decorating the fur with pink ribbons was just humor on her part.

Or you two are out practicing archery but Vex just uses it as an excuse to be more up close and personal to “help you with your aim”

Pike

While shopping out in the markets, you came across some cheesier than usual books. Of course you just had to buy them, and now you and Pike spend as much down time as you can to laugh at how ridiculous and indulgent they are

Grog

He had seen you dancing before as part of the numerous schemes to get Vox Machina money, so of course learning how to dance was just an excuse to get close to you

OR there was a boxing match that could get the group more gold and he had to show off when you were watching

Percy

He likes his “alone, quiet” time in the workshop, but having you with him is also refreshing. There’s a genuine interest to yiur demeanor when you’re admiring his new invention sketches

Vax’ildan

All about that quality time baby! Any setting that’s intimate for you both is just perfect for him; filled with kisses, cuddles, adoration, just anything that leaves you a melted puddle of affection

Scanlan

Either you’re spending time together helping him compose songs or you two are going to a local concert that’s nearby. Either way, Scanlan likes it when he sees that bit of whimsy to your attitude when you’re singing along

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murderandjambalaya · 2 months ago

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Stick figure hcs!!!

It’s been a while since I got on tumblr and I STILL haven't posted, like, anything about my hcs (except for old writing from before I switched accts & devices but SHUSH WE’RE NOT LOOKING AT THOSE), so here’s some stick-focused world building stuff (mostly the hollowheads)!

rambles. Very much rambles. Only some coherent rambles. This is your only warning.

WTF IS A GENDER

Most sticks are closer to drawings or computer programs than humans, and their perception of gender reflects this! A few sticks across the outernet might take on more traditionally human genders, but most sticks see gender and pronouns as a fluid extension of their personality and self-expression. How attached a stick is to their gender varies from each individual to the next. That being said, most stick figure “genders” are more like pronouns (or lack of them) + flavors. My flavor hcs for the sticks (or at least the ones I have a clear idea of) are: (EDIT - this was supposed to be gender flavors and it slowly flew away from that but it’s long enough that I don’t want to delete it. I am so sorry.)

Red- uses she/he, cat videos, brainrot, bright blue artificial dye, time-out corner, three yo-yos at once

Orange- uses xe/xem, Yippee, Power of Friendship, orange juice mixed with caffeine in a Monster Energy can, loaf of bread, Take On Me music video but make it cosmic horror

Yellow- uses she/they, raccoon covered in car grease holding a wrench, ridiculously thick goggles+gloves, tism, curious. A bit too curious. Why are you googling “how to get away with arson.”

Green- uses he/him, disaster bi, theater kid (only derogatory during the influencer arc), WHAT’S UP DEMONS, it’s ME, yaoiYA BOI, Siren by Kailee Morgue

Blue- uses all prns, witchcore, “my farmer gf- or as I like to call her, my crop top,” if their eyes open yk you’re fucked, LET HIM COOOKKKK, rhubarb & lemon, Willow from ToH, 🫵rehab

Ourple- uses he/they, moth, capitalism, product is dairy free (father has not returned with the milk yet), “hello, Zuko here,” you’re literally broke how do you have so many suits, anxiety, Cavetown, flower crowns, psychological warfare, “DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE A PLASTIC BAG*ugly sobbing*”, birb. Birb is love. Birb is life. grisp the birb.

Chosen- uses he/him (anything but ‘it’), Shadow the Hedgehog, Falling in Reverse, Transcendental Cha Cha by Tom Cardy but make it the seven stages of grief, Sobbing on the Ground, *pac man noises*, traumacore, Alan gave me depression bc he knew otherwise I would beat him in hand-to-hand combat at 14, eats pizza crust-first, coffee as dark and bitter as my soul, cornered stray dog, 🇺🇸F🇺🇸R🇺🇸E🇺🇸E🇺🇸D🇺🇸O🇺🇸M🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸🍔🍔🍔🍔🍟🍟🍔🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸

Dark- uses he/they (‘it’ when the mission code is in control), Murder, “spider-man, spider-man, does whatever a- OH NO NOT THE CHILDREN,” the crackling sound of a circuit board being broken in half and emitting sparks, ✨extra✨, shoplifting from Hot Topic on a Thursday, I’m Gonna Kill Santa Clause by Danny Gonzalez, masculine but like in a peacock way, knife pronounced “kuh-NIFF-eey”, chaos, the Sillies (aka bloodlust so strong I could commit a felony. Perhaps even multiple felonies.)

Vic- uses she/her (annoying local qpr always wearing the same gender), a woman politician???!!/pos, I’ve been near you for five whole minutes when are you going to murder me already, wet cat, tears, fluffy blankets, bones, space, I miss my wife, Tails. I miss her a lot.

MT- uses he/him, musty crusty Old Man, *eyebrows widen in surprise*, Flashbacks to The War, beefing with literal children, Dad Jokes, dust, depression

Agent- no time to Gender, never beating the loyal dog allegations, lost all whimsy in The Great Fire of 1941, “I just wanna be part of your SYMPHONYYYY,” ink, crunchy, fucked-up lil guy/w bg explosions for dramatic effect, IM SMITH SHADY YES IM THE REAL SHADY ALL YOU OTHER SMITH SHADIES ARE JUST IMITATING SO WONT THE REAL SMITH SHADY PLEASE STAND UP PLEASE STAND UP PLEASE STAND UP

Mitsi- uses she/her, Girlboss, actually the woman ever, paint, daffodils, ashes, earl grey tea, :3 “friend-shaped”

Gold- uses all prns, ash baby, space but it’s a liquid that will suck you into it, LET ME OUT, crayons, cotton, sunlight, glitter, sand, Minecraft end poem

Corndog guy- money, corndogs, repressed godhood, Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan

Did any of that make any sense? Admittedly, no. Am I saying that if you bit into Red, you would taste artificial blue dye and cat videos? Yes. Absolutely. For added fun, read these like Ao3 tags.

WTF ARE THE HOLLOWHEADS

In my hcs, the hollowheads are not siblings *coughcoughchodarkpropaganda*. However, Vic and Cho are practically twins. Why? A hollowhead’s physical appearance (since I usually draw them like Fleshy Human People) is mostly determined by their creator’s intentions when creating them. Alan can only see them in stick form, so their appearance being shaped by his intentions is kinda like how ppl have hcs of their ocs that are still a part of them even though they’re only in the creator’s head and haven’t been drawn yet. Vic and Cho are so similar bc they’re only in we’re both drawn as punching bags, even though Cho was a challenge and Vic was a training dummy. Sec didn’t actually have a comprehensible mortal form until xey found RGBY (just picture an Eldridge Horror exploring Alanspc when TSC was first introduced) bc Alan created xem without any intent to make xem alive or any idea of what xey’d be for who xey’d be, so TSC is Art. Literally. Xey embody art itself. That’s why xeir whole green glowy power is so effective, it’s not meant to be an offensive measure, but a large part of the outernet IS art, so xey have a very wide range of control (or xey would have, if it was what xe wanted when xe realized it. Xey find more purpose and joy in just existing with xeir friends. Xey connect and create. It’s xeir whole thing).

A hollowhead’s appearance is also heavily shaped by the attachments they make, most notably their secondary colors. Their second color reflects the deepest attachment they make. When a hollowhead is first created, before they make any attachments, their second color is clear. The hollowheads’ pupil/irises being different colors would also make them blind until they form an attachment (light passes through clear stuff instead of being absorbed by it), and by that logic, even while attached, most hollowheads are some form of colorblind. Vic has never not been blind while Dark is the only hollowhead with Rainbow Premium™️. Second’s secondary color is Green, Chosen’s is red, Dark’s is black, and Vic’s was white but faded mostly back to clear with hints of silver (after Misti’s death, Vic kinda self-isolated and got addicted to the VR memory tech). Attachments forming appearances is also the reason why Sec is the only one with a cursor ahoogie. Vic has a large, cursor-shaped scar on their back. It fades while Mitsi helps her heal, but starts growing again once she starts blaming the cursor for Mitsi’s death. Sometimes, during her really bad flashbacks, her old cursor scars will start to show up on her skin, even though she has a new body with no scars each time she’s drawn. Chosen still has all his cursor scars. They function like normal scars. During his terrorist years, Cho also gained a “halo” after seeing the one on the Angel of Death poster. With each attack, he’d gain a few small, jagged, triangular red arrows floating around his head. Dark thought they looked cool, but Chosen would sometimes feel like they were poking him. Cho would gain more arrows per attack as the destruction went on, having an overcrowded full-on halo by the time he stopped killing sticks. It hurts a lot, these days. Sometimes, when the sunlight hits it just right, the halo flashed purple. Although his other powers remained unaffected, Chosen’s fire started to burn a little redder after escaping the PC. After the Showdown, it sometimes burns his hands. Just a little, not so much that he can’t use it anymore. It just hurts when he does. The same thing happened with Dark’s fireballs. They got darker as time went on. Dark only has a few scars. The star-shaped one on his neck only gets deeper. When under the mission code’s influence, Dark’s secondary color reverts to clear and the whites of their eyes go black. With the virabands on, Dark’s pupil/irises turn red. During the Showdown, they had red pupils and black eyes. The virabands also project six small screens in front of their face which look like eyes with the same coloration. These projections act as a targeting system for the virabots, give quick stats on how many are functional, track the location of the other band if only one is being worn, and look really fucking cool (according to Dark).

OK THAT’S PROBABLY ENOUGH FOR ONE POST, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk!

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verbosenerv0sa · 4 months ago

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ATTENZIONE

(don't mind my phone constantly autocorrecting to italian 😭)

In favor of increasing the whimsy of the day and reducing overall suckiness, I'm going to draw a stick figure. Y'all are invited to help decide the body proportions!

#verbose asks stupid questions

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dragon-in-a-stew · 3 months ago

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oh guess what. apparently a few days ago was the day i joined tumblr exactly one year ago. maybe i should have a celebration. for now i’m gonna tag some of my moots. as an i luv u post. (also i ended up writing messages for y’all.)

@nowjumpinthewater youre my wife. other words here. ilysm (😌😭👀😔💀✨ trust that means something.)(aka literally words we both use 5-15 times in every conversation we have) we talk everyday and i think if we didn’t i would simply pass away. i’m baking you a cake

@sombrathedragon first tumblr friend. greek mythology fren. wof fren. also the first person i followed on this hellsite :)

@ham-cheese-toastie cognate. fellow writer of deep and meaningful poems that i still reread. every time i wake up at 3am i blame it on you -_- /lh

@myfairkatiecat literally the most ever idk. also you got me into wicked. the other day i counted i have 52 wicked artworks. f i f t y t w o thanks to you

@imnotskyguy soulmate. i would help you hide a body. time difference <333 also the only person on this hellsite that i have seen and heard in reality. ilysm

@fix-me-sixteen test subject 😌 um. remember when we spent 3 hours going insane over agggtm. because i do. surprisingly i think youre one of my bestest friends here. which is weird because i found you absolutely terrifying for months. also we (at least me, time zones or something) spent new year’s eve yapping. seems important. and you gave me your horrific awful tumblr accent. literally 80% of these speech patterns are from you.

@willoillo FRIEND!!!! YOURE SO COOL!!! MUCH LOVE!!! thats all

@yellow-computer-mouse you have a level of Vibes And Whimsy that i aspire to. also you have great hair. and youre really cool :3 and you (and sombra) were the ones who taught me :3 that thing. part of my vocabulary now

@ my fandoms. i love my fandoms. and there are so many of you that i stalk every day but like. i’m scared to make friends. i see all of you and all of your thoughts and art and writing and i love it. it’s so cool that you guys exist

#the dragon’s stew #my tumblr birthday #moot shenanigans #moot appreciation post

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isvoc · 5 months ago

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Funguary 2025 - part 1

Spotted Cort Mushroom, Ink Cap, Fly Agaric Mushroom, Parrot Waxcap Mushroom. I decided my February need a little bit more of whimsy ✨🍄 I'm using prompt list by feefal on IG! I can't do daily drawings, so I decided to pick two most interesting species per week! 💜

#dragon #dragon art #digital art #fantasy #funguary #fungurary 2025 #sketchblog post #isvoc

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merakiui · 4 months ago

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i didnt write if at the time cuz i was still processing. but halloweenie part 2 was...i just wanna say my favorite part was the love confession during the bangin.

i was literally thinking about how that is my absolute most favoritest favorite trope in the whole wide world. and i hardly ever see it (idk maybe it's not that popular? or i dont read enough? i swear i read a TON of fanfics)

there was this one fanfic/drabble on a scenarios blog i read years and years ago that i ADORED for that. and i still think about it to this day. and now i've got another example of my favorite kind of scene.

thank you for using it. i really do enjoy it. especially when it's used for angst.

it always makes my brain go 🫨🫨🫨😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵😵😵😵 abjwbsdiwbshiakncisnvqusnbfnwijwna!!!! when i read stuff like that. he really is written so sweetly i felt bad for him that more people didnt love the guy. he is a wiener but a loveable one!

anyway nice work!

(*/ω＼*) aaaaaaa thank you so much for reading the fic and leaving such kind comments!!!! I’m so happy you enjoyed that specific scene. It’s such a delicious trope and so fitting for Skully! I imagined he’s the type to get completely swallowed up in the sensations of sex and the confession would just slip right out,,, like cracking open his heart and his feelings are spilling over for you to see. <3 he just couldn’t resist admitting how much he adores you~ his love and whimsy cannot be contained. ✨✨

I agree that it’s really amazing for angst!!! Reader could willfully ignore every other sign for potential love, but there’s no denying it when it’s on display in the bedroom, spoken right from his very lips!!! I felt so >:) when I was writing that scene hehehe.

He’s the absolute cutest!!! Very lovable indeed~

#sweet messages #tinseltina #skully i love you so much let’s get married :3

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homestuckreplay · 25 days ago

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✨ EOA4 – Character Opinions ✨

There’s SO many characters in this story now!! And to be honest, they’re all fun to read about. Even the ones I don’t like at all are adding something to the story, so I wouldn’t write them out or anything. This is just for fun, to see if and how my opinions are changing over time. <3

Love

Vodka Mutini – 🥺🥺

Peregrine Mendicant – LIBERTY. REASON. JUSTICE. CIVILITY. EDIFICATION. MAIL!!!! if PM has no fans then I am dead, and every panel she's in makes me love her more. yessss girl keep your oath even when you're bloody and jaded and your passion is gone. toss away your promise of nonviolence and lose defining parts of yourself in the completion of your quest and then feel nothing when it's finally done. I LIVE for this shit

Rose Lalonde – The second she picked up those dark wands and started blasting, Rose overtook John as my favorite beta kid. She's the only one who's skeptical of Skaia's intentions, the only one who'll take the consequences of breaking the rules over those of following them. I also love her writing style even/especially when it's way too pretentious, and her GameFAQs are a highlight of the whole comic.

John Egbert – A favorite since page 1 (not that he had loads of competition back then) and still a top tier incredible character. So much is happening to him that he simply doesn't have the ability to process, and when he gets to take a break for more than a few minutes, he's gonna need serious therapy. But for now, he keeps hilariously pranking CG, holding onto his favorite movies and identifying with their equally out of their depth protagonists to keep himself sane, and adopting children of various species. Plus he has the prettiest Sburb land.

Wayward Vagabond – I loved WV before we got his backstory and I love him more after. There's nothing like a little guy who rises up against overwhelming odds, one who isn't innately 'chosen' or special, but makes himself so through sheer belief in the cause. he's extremely Problem Sleuth coded (the guy, not the comic) in his almost defeating the king through nothing but his glowing personal charm. I for one would follow his cause.

All Salamanders – Shoutout to Casey, Crumplehat and the Secret Wizard especially. I’ll never forget you.

Jack Noir – COOL AS FUCK VILLAIN!! I like when a villain feels genuinely dangerous and unpredictable, but without being a completely chaotic monster. There are strong suggestions that Jack is in control of his actions and has a motivation that’s being hidden from the audience, and I can’t wait to find out what it is. His totally disproportionate responses to fairly minor requests make him fun to watch, and there’s something compelling about him being in theory capable of this in all sessions, but only ascending in the kids’.

grimAuxiliatrix – The most likeable troll for me by a long way. The way she's similar to Rose yet different and the way they're both trying to be the smartest in the room is compelling every time. Her strategy of sending Rose the transcript of their first conversation (from her perspective) so that Rose would agonize over how to copy it was a genius strategy and totally won me over, I can't wait for more of her.

carcinoGeneticist – The most helpful and informative of the trolls (perhaps against his will), CG and John have an incredible dynamic going where CG tries to be mean to John and fails, and John successfully pulls off pranks on CG that are harmless and not at all meanspirited. CG could stand to get some better taste in movies and appreciate whimsy, but, his reluctant and angry sharing of information is always fun to read.

Jade Harley – She has always been a lot of fun, and as tragic as the end of act 4 was for her, I actually think it's gonna make her more interesting as a character. My biggest complaint has been her lack of problems to overcome or purpose in her story relative to the other kids, and now that she has the significant handicap of no longer relying on visions from her dreams, I'm so excited to see where her story will go next.

Dave Strider – ok, I like Dave now. Tentatively, and no guarantee it’ll stay that way, but I do. He’s going through new and different hard times, meeting his more mature future self, experiencing life without his shitty bro, seeing his own dead body, getting out-trolled for the first time, and I actually feel bad for him. He’s still kind of an asshole, but he’s stepped into his role as the Knight of Time very quickly and is actually trying to do good with his powers, like trying to stop DD from stealing the MEOW journals. I have nothing but respect for someone who tries to grow and be better.

Davesprite, Jaspersprite, Nannasprite – Spritelogs are few and far between unfortunately, but I’m always excited to hear from any of these guys. I think the tension between ‘character who is close to and genuinely wants to help the kids’ + ‘will of Skaia trying to stop that character from helping the kids’ + ‘secret third element like a bird or clown that noticeably alters behavior’ is absolutely fascinating, and there’s room for the sprites to be explored WAY more.

Ms. Paint – Every day I am grateful for her taking me on these wonderful adventures.

Mixed/Uncertain

Courtyard Droll, Draconian Dignitary, Hegemonic Brute – I like the Midnight Crew’s dynamic a lot, but the stakes feel much higher when they’re working against characters I care about instead of a bunch of green goons who only appear in an intermission. Because they’re minor characters who are more defined by working for Jack than having their own stories, I don’t find them as compelling ad Jack himself, but I enjoyed the Intermission enough that I don’t have it in me to dislike them.

Aimless Renegade – Look, I don’t support cops. I do think it’s good that AR is willing to criticize high level agents in his own society. I also think it’s good that he’s now trying to cooperate with the other exiles. I think it’s bad that he wields weapons of mass destruction without knowing how to use them. I think it’s bad that he tried to kill WV and PM on first meeting. I don’t really know how to feel about him. But he looks sick as fuck in that caution tape.

twinArmageddons – In his one Act 4 chatlog he seems like a misanthropic, impatient jackass who makes tasteless analogies. So I shouldn’t like him at all. And yet he compels me a little bit. Maybe it’s the 3d glasses with stars sparkling inside, maybe it’s his weird prophecies of death, or maybe I just agree with John that hackers are cool, but I want to see more from TA.

Becquerel – He’s extremely powerful, was created by the generally antagonistic Midnight Crew, is feared even by the gods of the Furthest Ring, and has spent years stopping Jade from entering Skaia’s mystic ruins. He could accomplish something pretty gamebreaking, but I have no idea what, or to what end. A major unknown element who’s set up to be important moving forwards, with no real hint as to what side he’s on if any.

AH – In universe he’s literally writing the story, and I’d like him to keep doing that cause it’s really good. But he is kind of a misanthropic dick who’s not especially kind to his readers. I can’t blame him for wanting to stay out of the comic, but he is here, and arguably has even more power than Becquerel should he ever choose to wield it. Another very unknown element, with greater potential than Bec of being influenced by real world readers.

Gods of the Furthest Ring – hey, what’s their deal? I gotta be honest, even though we know next to nothing about what these gods want or what their end goal is, if you asked me right now to pick a side, I would trust these gods more than I trust Skaia. At least the gods don’t try to pretend they’re a force of pure good, you know?

Dislike

White Queen – “JUST WALK OUT, you can leave!!! work, social thing, movies, war, palace, dentist, position as monarch, too fancy weed store, jack noir if your quick, skaian battle ships, IF IT SUCKS… HIT DA BRICKS!!! real winners quit” – the white queen probably

Skaia – An entity that destroys countless planets and civilizations across paradox space just to save itself, allows countless soldiers to be engineered for both sides of a war despite the outcome being known in advance, takes groups of children and controls every waking moment of their entire lives and puts them through severe trauma, and is allowed to see and know all while refusing to reveal its own purpose? And we’re supposed to fight on the side that protects this thing and allows it to propagate? Not on my watch. I’m not sure there is any revelation that could compel me to be pro-Skaia but given that we don’t know what the Ultimate Riddle is yet, I’m keeping this in ‘dislike’ instead of ‘hate’, because I know there’s big things still to learn.

Mom, Dad, Grandpa – Maybe controversial but I just don’t like the guardians, in general. I think their role in the story is interesting, and in some ways, they’re more mysterious even than Jack and Bec. But I don’t think any one of them has done a good job emotionally connecting with their child or preparing them for life’s challenges. Grandpa’s currently more focused on the dead version of Jade than the living, and Mom and Dad are, what, going on a date while their kids are in peril??

adiosToreador – upon rereading his conversations I really struggle to like this guy. He definitely has a hard time socially and I can relate to that so I want to like him, but, he makes it so hard. I can excuse how he talks to Dave, but Rose and Jade try to actually engage with him and he still comes across badly with them. If I ever have to read the phrase ‘DOPE SMACKED, TRINKED OUT, SMOTHER FUDGING, tROLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL’ again I’m gonna do some sort of acrobatic fucking pirouette off the handle.

gallowsCalibrator – Of all the trolls I’m the most suspicious of her, and I don’t think she’s sorry for any of the harm she’s caused to the kids. She’s absolutely willing to entertain herself at the expense of other people, whether that’s literally getting John killed, or making fun of Dave when he’s in a vulnerable moment. If the timeline can be changed, she’d do it in a way that benefits her and the trolls and completely screws over the kids, no questions asked.

Hate

Bro Strider – What, this fucker thinks he can show up, slice a meteor in two and fight phase 1 of a boss battle and I’m gonna forgive him for child abuse? Not fucking likely. Those 24 hours baby Dave spent in a crater before Bro bothered to go get him was probably the best day of Dave’s life actually.

Lil Cal – He remains bad to look at.

#homestuck #eoa4 #milestone #ooc in tags #before this project started i made a short list of my absolute fav homestuck characters #(no particular target number but i ended up with 7 and could Not narrow down further)#from acts 1-4 John Dave and WV all made the list #doing this project that has changed to John Rose and PM as my clear top 3 from these acts #big shifts but my love for john egbert is eternal <3 #chrono

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earthlybeam · 7 months ago

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🎄🎁Merry Christmas everyone🎉✨

✨🌿🎻 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓻 🎻🌿✨

how would the elves react to this?

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Lindir Version below. (reader/you are his lover). Featuring what I wrote below is: Building a Snowman (With a Twist), Snowball Fight, Sledging Adventure, Snow Angel.

🎶𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓻

Building a Snowman(With a Twist):

♫ Lindir stood a little apart from you, his gaze soft yet calculating as you worked on shaping the snow into large, rounded balls, one by one. He rarely indulged in such light-hearted activities, often found lost in thought or immersed in the music that echoed in the heart of Rivendell. But today, something about the crisp, snow-laden landscape seemed to beckon him into this unexpected moment of whimsy. He tilted his head, his dark brown hair catching the pale light of the winter sun, and raised an elegant brow at the sight of your determination. “A snowman?” he asked, his voice light with amusement, but with a hint of skepticism. “I did not think you were one for such frivolities, my love.” There was a twinkle in your eyes as you glanced up from your work, a playful smile curling on your lips. “Why not?” you said, voice teasing yet warm. “Even the most serious of elves should know how to enjoy the simpler joys of life. Besides, what’s wrong with a little fun in Rivendell?”

♫ Lindir watched you for a moment, his expression thoughtful. He seemed to weigh your words carefully, the serene composure of his nature mingling with an unspoken curiosity. He had always been one to appreciate beauty in all things—whether through music, art, or the grace of the world around him—but something as silly as a snowman? That was an uncharted territory for him, but there was something about the way you smiled, something about your infectious energy, that coaxed him into a rare moment of playfulness. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, a sound that was both warm and melodious, like the gentle breeze stirring the branches of the mallorn trees above. “Perhaps… but only if we do it correctly,” he said, his tone carrying that subtle hint of challenge. It was as if he had decided that, if he were to indulge in this whimsical endeavor, he would approach it with the same precision and artistry that he applied to everything else.

♫ Without waiting for a response, Lindir began to roll the snow with care. His movements were deliberate, and each gesture seemed as if it were part of a grand composition. He seemed less concerned with the size of the snowballs and more with their shape, his hands shaping the snow with the gentleness and skill of a craftsman. His features softened as he worked, but there was an undeniable focus in his gaze, as if he were composing a masterpiece rather than building a snowman. You continued your own work, sneaking a glance at Lindir as he sculpted. His usually immaculate appearance—his long hair and tunic—were now speckled with bits of snow, but he paid no mind. His usual poise and quiet elegance had not diminished, even as he worked on a seemingly frivolous task. You admired the way his movements were graceful, like a dancer moving through the air, yet purposeful, each one adding to the growing form of the snowman. It was as if he could never completely leave behind his love of beauty and precision, even in something as simple as a snowman.

♫ As you rolled another ball of snow, a mischievous thought crossed your mind. Why not add a little twist to this already unusual moment? You could not resist the impulse to play a harmless prank. With a mischievous grin, you grabbed a carrot from your pack, but instead of placing it in the usual spot for the nose, you carefully placed it in a far more surprising position, one that would surely make Lindir raise an eyebrow. When you turned to look, Lindir had paused, his hands stilling as his sharp eyes flickered over your creation. His gaze first went to the snowman’s face, and then, almost imperceptibly, down to the carrot, now positioned in an unexpected and rather risqué location. His lips parted slightly, his expression a mixture of disbelief and amusement. For a brief moment, his typically composed demeanor cracked, and he looked at you with wide, stunned eyes. “You…” Lindir’s voice faltered, and he shook his head as if trying to process what he was seeing. “You are truly a mischievous one.” The words were out before he could stop them, his tone a blend of exasperation and laughter. His fingers hovered near the snowman’s head, as if contemplating whether to adjust the nose back to its original place, but the gleam of your playful smile stopped him. His lips twitched, the first sign of a smile breaking through his usually composed facade. Lindir turned to you, his eyes twinkling with a new kind of warmth, and though his lips were still pressed tightly together to suppress a laugh, the hint of amusement was unmistakable. “This is not the most dignified of positions for a snowman’s nose,” he said, his voice laced with dry humor, “but I suppose it is memorable.” You couldn’t hold back your laughter at his reaction, the sound light and full of delight. “Oh, I knew you’d appreciate the creativity,” you teased, stepping toward him, still grinning from ear to ear.

♫ Lindir’s gaze softened as you moved closer, his hands slipping from the snowman’s form to settle gently on your waist. He looked down at you with a fond expression, his eyes a mix of affection and exasperation. His smile was now full, and he shook his head in mock disapproval. “Well, my love, we’ll have to ensure no one else sees this creation,” he said with a half-smile, though there was no real reprimand in his tone. “Though, I suppose it would be hard to forget.” With that, he leaned down, his lips brushing lightly against your forehead in a tender gesture. The warmth of his touch lingered even after he pulled back, and the two of you stood for a moment, savoring the simplicity of the moment. The snowman, however unconventional, was a testament to the joy of the present—a memory made amidst the ancient beauty of Rivendell. And as the two of you laughed together, you knew this moment, with all its absurdity, would remain with you forever.

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Snowball Fight:

♫ The snowball fight had escalated into a flurry of movement, the sound of laughter mixing with the soft crunch of snow beneath your feet. You and Lindir had both found yourselves darting between the trees of Rivendell, the delicate snowflakes drifting from the branches above adding to the magic of the moment. It was hard to focus on anything other than the playful tension between you two, your heart light, filled with the thrill of the game and the joy of his company. Lindir was fast—faster than you expected, and yet he moved with a grace that belied the competition. His lithe frame darted between the trees with effortless precision, snowballs flying from his hands with an elegance that only he could possess. His dark brown hair shone beneath the soft glow of the winter sun, and there was an intensity in his eyes that you didn’t often see. His brow furrowed slightly, his concentration etched into his features, and you found yourself momentarily distracted by how endearing it all was.

♫ You, on the other hand, were no slouch. Your aim was sharp, your reflexes quick, and every snowball you hurled was expertly targeted. The playful edge of competition made your heart race, but it was Lindir’s determination that kept you on your toes, pushing you to be better. As you ducked behind a tree, peeking out just long enough to launch another snowball his way, you couldn’t help but admire how utterly focused he was. And that was when it struck you—how charming, how utterly adorable Lindir was in his earnestness. His brow was knit in determination, his movements fluid, but there was something disarmingly sincere about how he threw each snowball with such seriousness, as if the fate of Middle-earth rested in his aim. You felt a swell of affection in your chest, a mixture of admiration and fondness that made your heart skip a beat. Suddenly, you had an idea. A plan, a small victory for Lindir that you would grant him, just for the fun of it. You knew you had the upper hand—you were faster, your aim sharper—but there was no harm in letting him win this round. After all, there was something irresistible about his enthusiasm.

♫ As you darted out from behind a tree, feigning a stumble, you purposely let your footing slip, just enough to make it seem as if you were off balance. Lindir, with his ever-watchful eyes, saw the opportunity immediately. Without a second thought, he hurled his snowball toward you. It struck you square in the chest with a soft thud, and you staggered back, a dramatic gasp escaping your lips as you fell backward into the snow. Lindir’s face lit up, his eyes flashing with triumph as he took in the sight of your feigned defeat. His chest puffed out slightly, and the victorious grin on his face made your heart flutter. It was a mixture of pride and playfulness, something so pure and delightful that it almost made you forget the snow beneath you was cold. “I got you!” Lindir exclaimed, his voice filled with triumph. The joy in his expression was contagious, his smile wide and radiant as he stood a little taller, savoring the moment. His eyes were alight with the thrill of his success, and his laughter rang through the air, rich and musical.

♫ You blinked up at him, still lying in the snow, and feigned a look of exaggerated defeat. Brushing snow off your cloak, you gave him a teasing wink, unable to resist playing along. “I suppose you have,” you said, your voice light with mock seriousness. “But don’t get too cocky, my dear. I’m not finished just yet.” Before he could respond, you moved quickly, pushing yourself up from the snow with a burst of energy. In one swift motion, you tackled him to the ground, sending him sprawling into the soft, powdery snow. His surprised laugh was muffled by the snow beneath him as you landed on top of him, straddling him with a playful gleam in your eyes. For a moment, Lindir was caught off guard, his hands flailing for a moment before he settled, his chest heaving with laughter. “You—” Lindir began, his voice filled with a mix of shock and amusement. He looked up at you with wide eyes, the surprised expression on his face only adding to the charm of the moment. “You tricked me!” His words were filled with mock disbelief, though the smile on his lips betrayed him.

♫ You leaned down, your lips curling into a wicked grin as you hovered just above him. “I did,” you admitted, your voice soft with playful mischief. Before he could say anything else, you leaned in and kissed him quickly on the cheek, your lips light against his skin. Then, as if unable to resist, you peppered his face with a series of gentle, quick kisses. Each one was followed by a soft giggle or the hum of his laughter, which vibrated through you, making you smile even more. Lindir’s hands came up to cradle your face, his touch tender and warm as he gazed up at you with adoration in his eyes. The playful astonishment that had lit his features faded into something softer, more affectionate. “You are impossible,” he teased, his voice still warm, but now filled with fondness and affection. He pulled you closer, his smile widening with the sheer joy of the moment. “But you make life so much more entertaining.” You leaned down once more, planting a lingering kiss on his lips, a gentle, lingering connection that seemed to make the world around you fade away. “You wouldn’t have it any other way,” you whispered, your voice low and teasing as you rested your forehead against his, feeling the warmth of his breath mingling with yours.

♫ Lindir sighed in contentment, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer into the comfort of his embrace. He closed his eyes for a moment, as if savoring the quiet peace that had settled between you, the snow still falling softly around you both. “I suppose I’ll have to let you win… this time,” he murmured with a chuckle, a teasing glint in his eyes as he gazed up at you. “But mark my words, next time you will not get away so easily.” You smiled, your heart still racing from the thrill of it all, and rested your forehead against his once more. “I’ll look forward to it,” you replied, your voice full of promise, knowing that the next time, the game would be just as playful, just as filled with laughter, and just as impossible to resist.

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Sledging Adventure:

♫ The crisp winter air bit at your cheeks as you and Lindir climbed the steep hill, sledges in tow. The world around you was blanketed in pristine white snow, the quiet beauty of Rivendell’s wintry landscape stretching out before you. A faint mist clung to the trees, their branches heavy with snow, but the landscape was still, save for the sound of your boots crunching in the snow and the occasional laugh shared between you and Lindir. There was something magical about the season, about being here, together. Lindir was beside you, walking with purpose yet with a kind of unhurried elegance. His dark brown hair was swept back from his face by the brisk wind, though it still had a tendency to fall forward as he moved. He wore a slight smile as he glanced at you, the mischief in his eyes almost as bright as the snow around you. As you neared the top of the hill, he slowed, his pace matching yours as he gave you a glance full of playful challenge. “Ready?” he asked, his voice smooth, laced with the kind of teasing confidence that always made your heart flutter.

♫ You met his gaze, a grin tugging at the corners of your lips. “Oh, I’m ready. The question is, are you?” Lindir’s smile deepened, and he gave an exaggerated sigh as he glanced down at his sledge. “I should warn you,” he said, tightening the grip on the rope of his sledge as he turned his attention back to you. “I have a natural talent for speed. Don’t be too disappointed when I leave you behind.” You raised an eyebrow, amusement lighting your features. “We’ll see about that,” you said with a teasing glint in your eyes, giving him a challenging smile as you settled onto your sledge. Lindir chuckled under his breath, taking a step back to position himself on his own sledge. The wind picked up around you, the air icy but refreshing. There was an unmistakable spark in Lindir’s eyes as he adjusted his gloves, ready for the descent. He gave you a mock-serious glance, his expression both determined and playful. You knew him well enough to know that beneath that smooth exterior, there was a competitiveness that, while lighthearted, could rival even the most skilled of racers.

♫ “Shall we?” he asked, a soft, melodic laugh in his voice. You gave him a nod, your heart racing in anticipation of the race. With a quick push, the two of you were off. The sledges shot forward, and you instantly felt the rush of the wind against your face as the world blurred in a wash of white. Lindir was ahead, his sledge carving through the snow with smooth, practiced ease. You watched his figure for a moment—his movements were fluid, his posture upright as he leaned into the ride, clearly enjoying the thrill. He was so effortlessly graceful that it almost seemed as if he were gliding rather than sledging. But you weren’t one to back down from a challenge. You dug your heels into the snow, pushing yourself to catch up. The sledge beneath you picked up speed quickly, the snow crunching beneath you as you leaned forward, intent on closing the gap. You could feel the thrill of the race electrifying your every movement, the adrenaline and excitement merging with the playful energy of the moment. Lindir glanced over his shoulder, his grin widening when he noticed you gaining on him. The speed at which you were closing in seemed to excite him, his competitive spirit now fully awakened. His dark brown hair whipped around his face as he shifted his weight, pushing his sledge to gain even more speed. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he called over his shoulder, “Not bad! But you’ll need more than that to catch me!” You gritted your teeth, your hands gripping the edge of the sledge tighter as you fought to keep up. The thrill of the chase pushed you further, your determination only increasing. With a burst of energy, you leaned into the turn, picking up even more speed, your heart pounding with the exhilaration of the race. And then, in that split second of focus, you misjudged the angle. You had pushed just a little too hard, a little too fast, and before you could course-correct, the collision came. The impact was sudden and unexpected—the two sledges smashed together with a force that sent you both tumbling head over heels through the snow.

♫ For a moment, all there was was snow, the sharp bite of the winter air, and a sudden, disorienting flurry of limbs. You found yourself on top of Lindir, both of you lying in a tangled heap, covered in a blanket of soft, cold snow. His hair was dotted with flakes, and his dark amber eyes blinked in surprise, staring up at the sky in shock. His face, flushed from the cold and the impact, softened into an expression that was equal parts amused and disbelieving. For a moment, neither of you moved, as the absurdity of the situation settled in. You were still half on top of him, stifling your laughter as you tried to untangle yourself, but the ridiculousness of it all was simply too much to bear. Lindir chuckled, his breath coming out in soft clouds. His voice was playful, though his tone carried the unmistakable hint of amusement. “I suppose I should have seen that coming,” he said with a dramatic sigh, brushing snow from his cloak. His lips quirked into a grin, the warm humor in his voice making your heart skip a beat. “You’ve managed to defeat me in every way possible, haven’t you?”

♫ You let out a breathless laugh, offering him a hand to help him up. “I warned you. I’m full of surprises.” Lindir accepted your hand, and as he pulled himself up, there was a sparkle in his eyes—one of admiration mixed with playful challenge. His gaze flickered to you, and with a sidelong glance, he grinned. “This may be true,” he said, dusting snow off his coat with a mock-serious look, “but don’t think I’ll let you off so easily. Next time, I’ll be the one crashing into you.” You put on an exaggerated pout, though your lips betrayed you with the smile that crept onto your face. “I look forward to that,” you teased, feeling your heart flutter at his proximity. Before you could say anything else, he reached out and brushed some snow from your face with a tender motion, his fingers warm against your cold skin. “Let’s make sure we’re on the same sledge next time,” he murmured softly, his voice low and teasing. His eyes held a glint of affection as he leaned in, brushing his lips gently against your forehead. “That way, I won’t have to crash into you again.” You smiled, leaning into him as the snow continued to fall softly around you both, your breath mingling in the cold air. “Next time,” you agreed, “but only if you promise not to leave me behind.” Lindir’s laughter rang out as he pulled you closer, the world around you fading into the background, and the warmth between you was all that remained.

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Snow Angel:

♫ The snow crunched beneath your boots as you and Lindir made your way through the frosty landscape of Rivendell. The world around you was blanketed in soft, pristine snow, a perfect winter wonderland. The air was crisp, the cold biting at your cheeks, but the peace of the scene was undeniable. You had always loved the quiet that came with a snowy day—everything seemed so still, so beautiful, and the snowflakes floating gently from the sky only added to the enchantment. Lindir, always the picture of elegance, walked beside you with a casual grace. His dark brown hair was slightly tousled by the wind, and his dark amber eyes held a glimmer of warmth and amusement as he glanced over at you. His cloak swirled around his legs, the deep indigo fabric contrasting beautifully with the white landscape. You had spent the day wandering through Rivendell, enjoying each other’s company in the silence that only nature could offer, but now you had an idea—a playful impulse that had overtaken you.

♫ Without warning, you dropped to the ground, flopping backward into the fresh snow. The cold seeped through your clothing, but you didn’t mind. You spread your arms and legs out wide, beginning to move them back and forth in the snow, creating the outline of a snow angel. Your laughter bubbled up, a joyful sound that seemed to echo in the stillness around you. Lindir stopped walking and watched you, one eyebrow arched in that familiar way that always made you smile. There was a quiet amusement in his gaze, but also something tender, something affectionate. You could tell he didn’t fully understand the appeal of such childlike antics, but he was always kind enough to indulge you. “You truly enjoy these childish things, don’t you?” he asked, his voice light but laced with fondness.

♫ You smiled up at him from the snow, your arms still spread wide as you moved them back and forth, a carefree smile on your face. “It’s not childish. It’s peaceful.” He sighed, rolling his eyes with a mock exasperation. You could see the playful twinkle in his eyes as he shook his head. “If you insist, my love.” There was a soft warmth in his voice, the affection clear even through his teasing words. Lindir’s movements were always graceful, even when he was reluctant. He slowly lowered himself to kneel beside you, his movements fluid despite the snow. There was an elegance to him that seemed to make everything he did look effortless, even lying in the snow. He took a moment to glance at your work, a wobbly but whimsical snow angel that was far less polished than the sharp, symmetrical designs most people might attempt. But that was the beauty of it. It was yours, unique and unrefined, and it made you smile even more. “You should join me, you know,” you teased, glancing up at him. “It’s not too bad once you’re down here.”

♫ Lindir’s lips twitched at the corner, his expression softening as he met your eyes. “You make it sound so tempting,” he replied dryly, but the affection in his tone was undeniable. Slowly, he stretched out beside you, his body creating a perfect impression in the snow as he mimicked your movements. His arms spread wide, fingers lightly tracing the snow as he moved with the same careful precision that he always exhibited, even when it came to something as simple as lying in the snow. When he was settled, you both sat up and looked at the results of your efforts. Lindir’s angel, as expected, was flawless. The wings were sharp and precise, each line of the body and wings perfect, like it had been sculpted by the finest artisan. It was beautiful, of course—but it was so meticulously perfect that it almost seemed out of place beside yours, which was a little more carefree, with a few lopsided lines and imperfect edges. But it was yours, and it was perfect in its own way. You turned your head and looked at him, your eyes filled with affection. “See? Mine’s unique,” you said with a playful grin, your voice full of light teasing. Lindir’s smile softened, and a small chuckle escaped his lips. “Of course,” he agreed softly, his gaze lingering on you with a quiet tenderness. “But perhaps I could help you with the wings.”

♫ With that, he lay back down in the snow, his arms moving in slow, careful arcs as he shaped the wings of the angel. He was meticulous in his motions, though there was an underlying softness to his touch as he tried to align the wings more symmetrically with your own design. “We should make them like we’re holding hands,” he suggested, his voice thoughtful, almost as if the idea itself was an extension of the care he always put into everything he did for you. You laughed softly, your heart swelling with affection for him. Without hesitation, you joined him in the snow, laying down beside him and shifting your arms into the position he had suggested. You carefully placed your hands in the snow, aligning them with his so that it looked as if two figures were holding hands—your angel and his angel, joined in the peace of this moment. The sight of your joined angels brought an unexpected warmth to your chest. You smiled, feeling more connected to Lindir than ever before, the simple gesture carrying so much meaning. “Perfect,” you murmured, your heart full of affection.

♫ Lindir turned his head to look at you, his eyes soft and filled with warmth. The playfulness in his gaze had faded, replaced by something deeper, something more intimate. He shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow as he gazed at you, the wind lifting strands of his dark hair from his forehead. “I’m glad you’re here, my love,” he whispered, his voice low and sincere. His words carried away on the wind, but the warmth between you remained, undeniable. The world felt vast and beautiful, the snow and silence around you forming a cocoon where only the two of you existed. You didn’t need anything more than this moment, than his presence beside you, and the peace that settled over both of you. You met his gaze, smiling softly as your heart swelled with affection. “I’m glad I’m here too,” you whispered back, your voice barely audible over the soft wind, but full of all the love you felt for him. In the silence, you both lay back down, side by side, watching as the snow continued to fall gently around you. The world seemed a little smaller, a little softer, as long as you were together in this simple moment.

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