#like the feathers! the feathers!!!!! they're in both cards!!!!!

[yume-fanfare]

can't wait for the alkaloid solos also

[kokii-omii]

Flight Fest Race Event Story (part 1)

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[ignihyde dorms - Pan's Room]

*RIIIING*

*RIIIIIIING*

🪽: helloooo?? oh! sup bro, ya need smth? wait what? wdym you want ME to do it??? you cant just drop that on me man- i- ugh....

🪽:

🪽: it was mom's idea..? aw man now i CANT bail out, she'd be so mad if i flake.....why? wellll i uh haven't exactly been replying to her messages....yeah....

🪽: k fine I'll do it, yeah yeah I'll talk to ya later, bye bye......

🪽:.......SIGHHHHH

🪽: ˢᵗᵘᵖᶦᵈ ᵈᵘᵐᵐʸ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ⁻ How are you an absolute unit of an athlete but get sick cuz someone sneezed near you??

🪽: guess i gotta find teammates...

[ignihyde dorms - Idia's Room]

💀: no the sequence is up down left right and then you spin

🫗: wait what button lets me spin????

💀: which controller did you pick u-

*DOOR BREAKING*

🪽: IDIA

🪽: Idia..Peyn...you're coming with me

💀&🫗: HUH????

🪽:Tldr; my brother signed me up for the race thats happening in my hometown and i need teammates

💀:Race?? as in like SPORTS???

🫗: like the Flight Fest? as in like FLYING??

🪽: yep

💀&🫗: HELL NO! / HELL YEAH!

💀: no- nah- nuh uh- NO WAY- am i gonna be participating in a sports event, racing against ATHLETES,

🫗: cmon boss! this is the Flight Fest! its like THEE biggest event in Feather-Fair city!

💀: thats EXACTLY why im not going- eughh so many people are gonna be watching you and they're gonna be clip farming that race and if you crash into something, and it'll be so over!!!

💀: i am NOT about to embarrass myself and have it be streamed to hundred and thousands of normies

💀: besides im the housewarden, so im the boss and i can't have both myself and the vice leave the dorm unattended

🫗:Boooo, no fair

🪽: guess it cant be helped... he used the housewarden card on us , we cant argue with that

🫗: why dont we take Ortho?

💀: wait yeah why dont you take Ortho with you- he'd love something like that- and he'd be WAYYY better for the race

🪽: nope- sorry Ids we cant take him, he'd be TOO good at flying with his rocket feetsies, it'd be unfair for the other athletes

🫗: guess that means we'll just have to ask from the guys at the other dorms then

[Cafeteria]

♦️: ooof bummer, that totes sound annoying, i feel rlly bad for you Panny

♠️: but a race? that sounds amazing!

♥️: and aw man not to mention we'd get cool suits and everything!

🪽: sooooo? does this mean you'll join??

♦️: sorry babes we unfortunately cant

♥️: me and deuce barely passed our quizzes, so the housewarden's making us do DOUBLE the work for preparing the unbirthday party

♠️: yeah...and we'll have to do that with our regular chores too...

♦️: and im in charge of watching these two so they dont slack off lol, but snap some cute pics for me kay? don't leave poor little cay-cay on read

🪽:aw man.. but i definitely will, you'll be the first to see the fit when i get it, guess all of heartslabyul is off the table for the entire week.... oh well gtg I'll ask some of the other guys

[Courtyard]

🍎: THATS SO COOL

🫗:RIGHT?? and it gets even BETTER, if we win then we get free food from the vendors for the WHOLE WEEK

🐈‍⬛: Mrah! Free food? like anything we want for a whole week?? I CAN GET AS MANY TUNA CANS AS I WANT???

🫗: that's IF we win the race, otherwise you still have to pay for it

🍎: I'm so down for this but we gotta convince Vil-san to give us his permission and let me participate first

🍩: Shishishi, what's this i hear?

🫗: Ruggie-senpai! this is perfect! do you wanna join us for the flight fest?

🫗:cuz ik you're really good at maneuvering in the air

🍩: well if a freshie from our spelldrive club wants my help then who am i to refuse?

🐈‍⬛: you're just here for the free food...

🍩: hey im not one to shy away from something like this, so I'm totally down

🫗: maybe we should get Leona-senpai as well, but we gotta find Pan first so he can convince Vil to let Epel go with us

[Botanical Gardens]

🪽: Pleaaaaaaseeee please please please please please please please

🦁: No

🪽: Cmon man we need a really good flyer in our team, and you're the best one i knowww

🦁: i said no, now leave me alone ya goddamn spring onion, why dont you go ask the Lizard or that damn Owl of his

🪽: malleus scares me... and i already asked Lucien and he said no

🪽: so pleaseeee Leona cmonnnnn, im running out of options here, im on my knees man- i wont leave til you say yes

🪽: PLEASEEEEE

🪽: PLEASEEEEEEEE

🪽:WAHHHHH LEONAAA

🦁: grr... ALRIGHT- just quit whining- god you're so annoying- If i go with you will you shut up now?

🪽: yes! and don't worry! i already asked the headmage and he'll let us skip class without our grades being affected by it

🪽: think of it as a vacation with a little outdoor activities

🦁: ugh, if we lose cuz of you im throwing you off one of the cliffs

🪽: noted-

🍩&🫗: Leona-saaaann/Leona-senpaaaaii

🦁: shut up im going

🐈‍⬛: wow that was easy

🫗: oh Pan's here, great! Now let's go cuz we gotta convince Vil to let Epel join us for the race, he's already at the pomefiore dorm waiting for you

🪽: well if Ruggie's in then i guess we got our team! you guys should get ready and stuff we'll meet all of you guys back at the mirror chamber after we get Epel

🪽: be sure to bring your essentials and we'll be back in like 15 minutes, let's go Peyn

🫗: yeah, see ya guys later

🐈‍⬛: cmon Yuu lets go get ready!

[Mirror Chamber]

🦁:..they're late

🐈‍⬛: mrah, we've been standing here for 10 minutes, how long is it gonna take?

🦐: dont worry they'll show up soon

🍩: cant blame em, its gonna be hard to convince Vil to let Epel skip class for a week, even if our grades wont get slumped

🫗: ugh...Man..

🍎:....

🪽: mm.....

🦐: you guys look beat, what happened?

🪽: Vil said yes but....

🫗:he made us do makeup for like 30 minutes and wouldn't leave til we got both sides of our eyeliner to be equal

🍎: my face hurts from the constant wiping...

🪽:okay okay enough of that lets just go-

🪽: to Feather-Fair City!!!

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Part 2

[thegnomelord]

Imagine Intoxicated Sex With Ghost

CW:NSFW, MDNI, intoxicated sex (weed) Subbot Ghost, domtop Mreader, safe/sane/consensual, smoking, playing with hands, anal, recreational drug use.

Ghost doesn't like being inebriated. Even when out drinking with the lads at the nearest pub he'll never reach the point of intoxication where he can't drive a car or punch a man's lights out if he needs to. He saw what booze did to his pa, saw what the drugs did to Tommy, he doesn't want the Riley 'legacy' to dig it's roots into him — just the thought of it makes his stomach churn and his lungs feel like they're infested with black mold.

But sometimes when both of you are on leave, the battlefield miles away yet the lingering ache of it all filling his bones with static, he'll indulge in the weed his doc prescribed. It took him a while to be comfortable to use it, both with himself and you. But he trusts you, knows you won't do anything to him that you two hadn't agreed to prior; you're good for him like that.

Too good.

Making the blunt feels intimate in a way Ghost can't describe. The way you sit right next to him on the couch, both of you on even level, works to relax some of the usual tenseness in his spine. It's the careful glide of your knife along the cheap cigar to create a clean cut so you can empty the dried leaves into the trash that has his heart beating a little faster — then again, he's always liked the look of a knife in your hands and how precise you could be with it.

He'd die before he told you his thoughts, so he takes the empty cigar paper without a word and carefully measures how much of the weed he puts in, just a little shy of the recommended dose. He feels your nonjudgmental gaze on his fingers as he rolls the makeshift blunt, yours might be the only one that doesn't make his skin prickle with discomfort.

"You're getting better at that." You note. Ghost's blunt making skill isn't such a slop-job as it used to be when he first started doing this, but it's by no means pretty. "Practice some more and they might start looking half-assed."

"Sod off." The edge in his tone would cut deeper if he didn't bump his shoulder against yours. "At least I don't make 'em look like logs of shite."

"Mean." You tut but shoulder his weight without complaint and wrap an arm around his waist. He leans further on you until he ends up laying across your lap, his back pinning your legs down and his head resting on the couch arm, making himself comfortable like a cat in a sunning spot.

"What? Can't handle the truth?" He says, staring at the blunt in his hand. You don't rush him, sitting in comfortable silence with your hand loosely carding through his disheveled hair, fingers scratching his scalp and the soft blond strands curling at his nape for a few minutes while Simon prepares himself. You know he's ready when he pulls the face mask off his face, biting the end of the blunt between his teeth and turning his head towards you.

You reach to hold his jaw, the sensation of your fingers scraping against his stubble both electric and calming for him. With a small 'click' an equally small flame sparks at the tip of the lighter, the fire dances in his dark eyes as you hold it at the other end of the blunt until it's tip is ignited.

Simon holds the blunt with his fingers, eyes closing as he takes a deep and controlled breath. The smoke lazily crawls down his trachea to settle in his lungs, he holds his breath until there's a small tightness in his chest before breathing out just as slowly. It takes a couple more puffs before he can feel the vestiges of that lazy high begin to nibble on his nerves, eyes cracking open to look at your visage through the dancing smoke.

Weed takes the edge off life for him; the constant ache of his body is easy to forget when the pleasant buzz fills his skull, chest full of feathers and a deep floaty calmness settling in his bones. Only his spine feels weird, like his lower back is made of kinetic sand, muscles tensing and relaxing but even that works to calm him down, ground him to the sensation of your fingers carding through his hair.

When a low grunt escapes him you lean down, plucking the blunt from his lips to kiss him. This kiss isn't rushed like most of your intimacy needs to be — you have all the time in the world. Ghost opens his mouth and hums into the kiss, the taste of weed on his tongue as he lazily licks into your mouth and along your teeth, lingering whisps of smoke escaping through the crack of both of your lips.

You part so he can take another drag of the blunt, your warm lips leaving chaste kisses on his forehead, nose, eyebrows, cheeks, eyelids when he flutters them shut, and anywhere where you can reach. From the corner of his eye he sees you turn the Tv on, setting some cartoon on a low volume to further ease him into the mental space of calmness. Then your free hand reaches to loosely hold his own free hand, your thumb tracing the scars on the back of his hand.

Your hands don't wander any lower, letting him feel your warmth while he lazily finishes his blunt until it's gone. "You alright Si?" You ask.

"Like a hog in shite." He manages, tilting his head to further lean into your hand that's scratching his scalp. It's something he loves about you — the slow approach you like to take with him. Not just jumping straight to sex, though that's fun too, but sitting there with him, letting him ramble about who knows what while you two watch some shite cartoon, giving him sweet kisses when his hand tugs on your shirt.

It makes Simon's heart feel like it could leap from his chest if his ribs weren't in the way. Fuck, at times like these he could probably spill his heart out to you if the weed didn't line his tongue with lead. He still tries in his own way, taking your hand that's holding his and starting to play with your fingers. Following the lines of your palm with his thumb, curling your fingers and laying sloppy kisses along your knuckles, humming contently when you hold his jaw loosely and scrape your thumb against his stubble.

Simon doesn't know when he gets aroused. Only that one moment he's not, and by the time you two part from another lazy kiss he's tenting his sweatpants.

"Hey," Simon grunts, holding your hand by the wrist as he nibbles on your finger. "Want you."

"You already have me." You snort.

Even high as a kite Simon's not all too pleased with your humor, nipping your finger just at the edge of pain. "Smart arse." His lips follow his teeth to soothe the bite with a small kiss. "Want your cock."

Straight to the point, that one.

A small laugh escapes you, "Alright, alright." He grumbles like a bear roused from hibernation when you have him sit up. He grips your shirt to demand one more kiss from you, your lips distracting him so he doesn't notice when you pick him up. The face he makes is hilarious, like a dog that thinks he's too heavy to be picked up.

But he gets over it quickly, large arms wrapping around your neck to hold onto you as you stumble to the bedroom. A breath escapes him when you lay him down on the bed and he doesn't let go, resulting in you tumbling into bed on top of him. The curse you let out when you fall on him makes him giggle like a school boy.

He's absolutely no help when you try to take his clothes off, laying there like a sack of potatoes and only occasionally wriggling in place. Simon gives you an annoyed look and a chiding "Why'r you so slow?" when you have him lift his hips so you can slide his sweatpants and boxers down his legs. His cock bobs against his belly, a tiny drop of precum smearing against his skin.

"Because you're no help." You grunt, quickly taking your own clothes off. "Seriously Si, you're like trying to move a mountain."

But you don't mind him being like this. You love it, and you love him when he just huffs something under his breath and flops over on his front. He spreads his legs, his hard cock laying between his thighs and his hole just peeking out from between his cheeks. "Mhm," Humming Simon hugs the pillow, nuzzling his cheek into it as he gives you a lazy look, his pupils blown wide and eyes puffy. "Sounds like an excuse t'me."

Even with you it took him a while before he could turn his back to you like this, trust you like this.

"Fuck Simon, look at you." Gently you push another pillow under his hips to hike them up and the way he arches his back to grind his cock against it has your breath stuttering in your chest. You can't keep your hands off him, gingerly massaging the back of his thighs as you slowly trail up, purposely skipping over his ass to dig your thumbs into his lower back. "Gorgeous."

Simon lets out a slow breath as your fingers make the muscles relax, eyes closing and his back rippling as he melts into the sheets. "Well aren't you a charmer." His voice is mumbled into the pillow and the small wiggle of his ass he does to entice you is cute as hell. "C'mon." He nags, throwing the harshest glare he can at you. "Fuck me already." He demands, but he doesn't try to get up from his position, content to just lay and have you listen to his commands.

That's another thing side of Ghost you only see when he's high as a kite — he likes being a pillow prince, to give you orders and rest easy knowing you won't do anything he doesn't want. If it doesn't make your heart melt, that he trusts you like that, you don't know what will.

"Alright, alright," You placate him by finally groping his ass while you grab the lube on the nightstand with your other hand. You squirt a generous amount on your hand and warm it up between your fingers, settling between his legs in a way you can lay kisses along his spine while you slowly circle your fingers around his hole. You reach around with your other hand to lazily stroke him, the lube making the glide of your hand smooth and pleasant.

He's more vocal like this, a low half moan leaving him as Simon closes his eyes. Usually the feeling of a body looming over his back would have him tensing and bearing his teeth, but all he does now is breathe in and relax, muscles tensing for a fraction of a moment when your fingers breach him before he relaxes again. Simon's arms tense to hug the pillow tighter, the soft material muffling the soft moans and deeper grunts you pull from his chest with every small movement of your finger.

It's impossible for you not to tease him. "You like that, sweet prince?" But your tone is light and loving, pushing your finger deeper and distracting him from the small hints of pain the stretching of his muscles brings by stroking his cock more firmly, thumbing his cumhole.

Simon moans unabashedly and nods, biting the pillow and worrying it between his teeth when you push another finger inside him. "Mhm," He doesn't deny it. He can't deny it when the weed in his system makes the pleasure 10 times stronger, the usual electric pleasure now slowly replacing the marrow in his bones as your fingers twist and curl against his slick walls. "So good fer me." He mumbles.

Simon feels like he's floating on a cloud; Each kiss along his spine makes small shivers race down his limbs, the coldness of you pouring more lube over his hole complementing the heat of your hand around his cock, his drool soaking into the pillow and the sweetest sounds escaping him as you stretch him out. His cock leaks a constant stream of precum, his hips occasionally giving minute twitches to fuck into your hand but he's too relaxed to do more than that.

"Ready?" You ask when you think he's stretched enough, slowly pulling your fingers out of him. His hole clenches around nothing, dollops of slick lube escaping past his rim and running down his heavy balls; neither him nor his body is happy about the sudden lack of stimulation.

"Hurry." He orders, cracking an eye to watch you from the corner of his eye as you trail kisses up his spine until you're draped over him, catching his lips in a sloppy kiss while you lube your cock and line yourself up.

He moans into your mouth when the tip of your cock pops into him. "Fuck, yes lovie- just like that. . ." Your name sounds like honey on his tongue as you slide in deeper. His muscles contract and relax with each inch you push into him until he's left panting against the pillow when your balls finally rest against him. He's so hot around you, slick and pliant and trusting, blindly seeking you out for another kiss as you both adjust to the new position.

"Good?" You lazily stroke his cock again, feeling his back muscles ripple against your front as the pleasure washes over his system.

"Perfect." He moans and rolls his hips into your hand, simultaneously fucking himself onto your cock. "Move."

"Yes sir." You grin. You keep the pace slow and loving, a continuous and slow roll of your hips making your cock drag against his prostate. Reaching out to hold his free hand you rock your hips to meet his own movements. Each slow scrape of your cock against his walls has him whimpering, an occasional sharp thrust earning you a pleased moan, the pillow muffling the little breathy 'ah- hah-hm- ah' he makes when you grind your cock as deep as it'll go while rubbing his shaft.

Pleasure continues to build in his body, muscles tensing and relaxing, every single thought melting out of his skull save for your name that he moans like a prayer, your loving movements slowly and steadily turning Simon into a pile of goo. He doesn't even notice when he cums, it rushes through him like lightning striking a tree, pearly cum spurting over your hand as he shouts a loud "Fuck!".

You slow down only for a few seconds, long enough for him to come down from his high and begin grumbling and whining, showing you that he's nowhere near reaches his limit despite his cock softening in your hand. So you indulge his gluttonous side, starting to slowly thrust into him as you stroke his soft shaft. You cum eventually, his hole greedily clenching around you as you shoot your cum inside him and then keep going on fucking him until his voice becomes hoarse from screaming your name.

By the time you two are well and truly done you're both wrung dry, a sizable puddle of cum formed beneath his cock and his hole loose and lax, trying to clench around your cock and the cum you fucked deep inside him.

You use what sense you have in your skull that hadn't melted through your cock to roll you to over on the side so he's not laying in his own cum. Simon grunts when you attempt to pull out, gripping your hand as tightly as his relaxed muscles can until you get the message and lay back down, spooning him with your cock still deep inside him.

And fuck, the buzz of weed and pleasure from sex has him so loose and relaxed you could do anything to him and he wouldn't object. But you don't, simply cuddling up against his back and kissing his sweaty nape.

He loves you for that. He loves that he can trust you. He doesn't know when the last time was when he was this relaxed. A small giggle escapes him and he tilts his head back so you can lay kisses on his neck.

"Love you too Si." He hears you mutter against his ear before he falls asleep. And for the first time since the last time you two did this, does he sleep without the nightmares of a cold grave and a burning home haunting his dreams.

Tag list: @dead-end-stuff

[the-slutty-fairy]

Maitea's Robert "Bob" Floyd Fic Recs

If you love the following fics as much as I did, please send the incredibly talented author(s) some love!

As always; minors, you are responsible for the media you consume. If a post has warnings- please listen and don't expose yourselves to mature content. This is for the protection of both you and the author. I am over 18, if you are reading a Mature fic, you should be too

One Shots

Like Peas In a Pod by @bradshawsbaby

Sprinkles of Love by @bradshawsbaby

What Christmas Means To Me, My Love by @bradshawsbaby

Not a Lot, Just Forever by @topherwrites

Polaroids by @the-shedevil-writes

Whoops by @roosterbruiser

Shopping Lists by @sebsxphia

It's Inevitable by @drabbles-mc

I Got Chills, They're Multiplying by @deakyjoe

Wanna Buy You A Drink by @anonymooseforever007

Birds Of A Feather by @dearsnow

A Waiting Game by @dearsnow

Cards Close To The Chest by @ohtobeleah

The Apple Of My Eye by @arcane-vagabond

Caught Dancin' by @floydsmuse

Rocking Chair by @delopsia

You Don't Have To Be A Star by @sunlightmurdock

Kill Bob by @imjess-themess

Call Me & I'll Come by @dazzlerwriting

Let Your Heart Be Light by @dazzlerwriting

Heart Glasses by @emeraldserenade

Ink And Smoke by @mamsieur

The Bookshop Of His Dreams by @aceoflove

I've Always Wondered If Your Glasses Would Look Good On Me by @sehnsuchts-trunken

Delicate by @laracrofted

Rich In Life 18+ by @bloatedandalone04

You're Still The One 18+ by @sorchathered

Pattern Breaker 18+ by @deakyjoe

It's That Simple 18+ by @tropes-and-tales

Four Eyes 18+ by @promisingyounglady

That's Mine 18+ by @attapullman

I'm Not Sorry 18+ by @drabbles-mc

Unravelled 18+ by @withahappyrefrain

Full Of Surprises 18+ by @withahappyrefrain

Series

Letters To My Love by @bradshawsbaby

Your Bar Boyfriend -> Pt 2 by @dearsnow

Girl In A Coffee Shop -> Pt 2 by @ohgodnotagainn

A Good Heart These Days Is Hard To Find -> Pt 2 -> Pt 3 by @phoenix-rising-starbird-one

Neighbour! Bob 18+ by @attapullman

Everyone's Favourite Frat Boy 18+ by @attapullman

Tense -> Pt 2 18+ by @bippot

[forgottensoulsart]

Dropping my cheated design and then dipping for another few weeks due to surgery don't mind me.

Design notes in plaintext + timelapse below the cut.

General notes:

Teeth are pretty sharp - think big cat (lion/tiger)

Both wings missing (amputated) scars are well-hidden by back feathers so they're not shown here

Misaligned lower jaw causes his right canine to poke out over lower lip

Left eye missing from its socket

Missing eye can be stylized a variety of ways: "Not drawn", "x", "Semi-realistic/empty socket"

Right ear is flopped over to communicate its deafness

Markings based on cutting guides for farm animals + diamond suit of cards

"Choice cut" marks: Right pectoral (x placed over heart), each shoulder, left flank

Long feathers around ankles (he trips on them all the time)

Lighter palms

Beans!! Very important

Colors are generally flexible - any palette works as long as you keep a dark, mid and light tone.

During/recently post-construct:

Incredibly scruffy + dishevelled

Malnourished

Some time post-construct:

He fattens up significantly

Claws are more trimmed but still kept long

Feathers are less messy but still very long and shaggy in places

Glass eye is optional!

I like to draw him with a black glass eye usually but it can have any design. Spice it up! Add some variety!

[aziraphales-library]

Thank you so much for all the work you do💗

I was wondering if you have any long human au fics with lots of angst and a happy ending? Again thank you!!

You're welcome! We have #long fic, #human au, and #angst tags where there will be plenty of overlap, so do dip into those. Here are more for you...

Lessons in the Humanities by Greenathena (M)

Aziraphale Fell teaches English at Eden Midtown Academy. His new co-worker, Anthony Crowley, is a bit of a wild card, who doesn't mind ruffling a few feathers. Over the course of the school year, their friendship seems to be growing into something more. That is until Aziraphale is offered a high-stakes job, overseeing state testing for the whole of the Massachusetts Department of Education. They're in love, your honor. Possibly. Probably. It's ineffable complicated.

What is forgiveness but the silence after a scream? by Moonstone_Lingo (M)

After being forced to return to the town he once ran away from decades ago when he hears of his mother's death, Aziraphale is confronted with a past he wants to forget, but one that is hauntingly insistent on being relived. When a chance encounter with a stranger reveals that Crowley is not far away at all, Aziraphale must consider which he cares about more: his belief in God or his love for Crowley, and not wanting to choose, he quickly discovers he cannot have both. Unsure whether it is already too late, Aziraphale learns that he has to fight for what he wants before it slips out of his grasp. or "God loves you, Crowley." "not enough to stop hurting me." "I love you, Crowley." "not enough to save me."

As Yet Untitled by badwolfgirlicouldkissyou (E)

Aziraphale Fell is a number one best-selling author, despite his lack of self confidence and desire to hide from the public eye. Whilst fighting off his anxiety disorder at the premiere of his first novel's feature film adaptation, he meets an enigmatic, mysterious photographer who seems to only have eyes for him. Can they navigate their newfound bond? Or will past trauma and current obstacles get in their way?

Adaptive Innovations for a Changing World by amelia_airheart (E)

When Anthony Crowley meets Aziraphale Fell at Aziraphale's library, little do they know that they will turn each other's worlds upside down. After a magical week spent falling in love, they face a hard reality. Will they be able to make the choices they need to make to build a real life together?

And the fire will consume us by Merlarme (M)

Crowley works as a firefighter. One day he rescues Aziraphale, a paramedic, who is trapped in a burning building. Grateful Aziraphale decides to find his rescuer and, after getting to know him a little better, realises that they have a lot in common and are both so lonely that the accident that brought them together turned out to be a true grace.

Sinking Ships by AppleSeeds (E)

The world is practically on fire and it feels like nobody's doing anything about it, but Crowley's outlook brightens considerably when a new member arrives at his local climate action committee. Crowley is immediately smitten, and is thrilled when he and Aziraphale become fast friends, although he can't help but hope they might one day become something more. When all of his wishes come true, Crowley starts to feel like life couldn't possibly get any better. He can picture exactly what his future is going to look like, until something happens that feels like a powerful bolt of lightning has struck and split Crowley's life right down the middle, with everything before that moment on one side, and everything that is to come - scorched, lifeless and devastated - on the other. With the help of a counsellor, Crowley begins the difficult journey of picking up the pieces and working through what's happened. When Aziraphale unexpectedly comes back into his life, Crowley finally has the chance to get some answers, revealing that the truth is very different from what he was led to believe. Now he just needs to figure out whether that changes anything.

- Mod D

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

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How do I buy the card I've requested?

The etsy listing is available here! Please remember to include in the notes of the purchase which card(s) you want to buy. If you'd like me to bundle together all the cards you've requested over a period of a few years, dm me here on the blog and I can quote you on a cheaper bundle price

Why did you answer all those asks, it messed up my dash?

Sorry about that! So to keep all of that ^ organized, at the end of the month, I answer about 112-140 leftover asks in order to record them to a proper "to-write document"

It helps me keep organized, it allows me to easily search for spelling issues, and it gets a few eyeballs on the request in case someone tries to slip an obscure slur into their request that I'm not cool with writing (it has happened)

Lots of the regulars are used to this dash nonsense, but there are folks who want to avoid it entirely. If you're on mobile I'd just recommend unfollowing for a while, but if you're on desktop, you can blacklist the tag "added to notepad" and go to xkit to tick the "fully hide blocked tags" option so it clears up your dash

Wait I thought requests were closed, why can I still send things?

That's because requests use /ask, but /submit is always open because it's for YOUR calligraphy, pet photos, fanart of man... etc. Requests are NOT open when it's not openaskbox day but feel free to send me cool shit YOU made anytime

Wait you have a twitch, do you do anything other than calligraphy?

I try! my schedule at work (restaurant) varies week to week so I try my best to stream whenever I've got free time to, nothing's really planned out though

What are your regular writing tools and paper?

I mainly just use speedball nibs, specifically the c-series (c-0 through c-4) because they're angled flat nibs that let me do most blackletter hands I write. I have a supply of leonardt thin tips for detailing and illustrating

The blackletter hands I use rotate through a gothic textura, an italic, a fraktur and an uncial throughout the day, since I post four cards per day.

As for paper, the cards you see on the daily are on plain index cue cards I buy from staples. When commissioned/doing larger pieces, I work with a variety of paper, including a 32 lb xerox paper that has juuuust a perfect amount of lamination that avoids ink feathering, black paper that I bought a hundred sheets of in 2019 and I no longer remember the label, and a BOATLOAD of southworth's ivory parchment paper at both 32 and 64 lb weights. If you're looking to get anything larger than 11x17, I have a bigass 18x24 pad of watercolour paper I can cut down to whatever size we need.

[cookingmamatwo-dinnerwithfriends]

chocolate frog terrarium || theodore nott x reader

a/n: WARNING: ur a HUFFLEPUFF GIRL and now you have made-up siblings lol the chocolate frog thing was something i thought of a while ago and i think it’s funny. and i played hogwarts legacy so i have to reference it <3

to say that theodore was nervous about the date was an understatement. he was overwrought and maybe even querulous (thank you thesaurus.com). he didn't know what to wear and he was worried that his hair looked stupid. eventually he decided he looked as good as he was going to and left to meet (y/n) in the bell tower courtyard.

when he made it outside he saw her waiting by the fountain. she was conjuring three little yellow canaries, a spell they had recently learned in mcgonagall's class. when she saw him walking towards her she waved her wand and all of the birds disappeared.

"theo, you made it!" she walked towards him, grinning widely.

"you didn't think i'd show?" he pretends to be offended. "i see you've mastered the avis charm?" he watches as a few yellow feathers fall to the ground at her feet.

"truly i was worried you and malfoy were having me on..." she trailed off before quickly pivoting to a brighter topic. "are you ready to go?"

"yeah let's get going," he offers his arm and she takes it, looping hers through his.

they make small talk as they walk across the rickety bridge and all the way to hogsmeade, talking about everything from potions class to what they think harry potter will manage to do before this year is up. they also make a brief pitstop at the puffskein den on the way to the village ("they're so cute, let's just look at them for a second!").

"where do you want to go first?" theo asked as the both of them entered the wizard village.

"honeyduke's," (y/n) answered immediately.

"that was quick," theo teased her, but still led them to the candy store.

as they walk around together theo watches as she examines almost everything in the store.

"what's your favorite thing in here?" she asks him while still perusing the shelves.

he thinks for a minute before answering, "probably...every-flavor beans."

"are you a sociopath or something?" she asked with mock-seriousness. "i can't eat those. ever since i got a dragon dung flavored bean." she shivered at the memory.

he laughed loudly, "i've never got one like that...what's your favorite?"

she picks up a chocolate frog and holds it up to theo, suddenly laughing lightly at something.

"you know i come from a muggle family, right?" she asked, tilting her head at him. he nodded, so she continued. "i bought one of these for my brother one time, and when it jumped out he thought it was a real frog, so he set up a little habitat for it and kept it as a pet."

"how long did it stick around?" theo asked, genuinely curious as he had never left a chocolate frog open and uneaten for longer than five minutes.

"a day, then it melted under the heat lamp," she chuckled, putting the chocolate frog back. "i wish you could have seen his face when he found his brand new pet frog melted in his tank."

"i've always wondered how muggles would react to all of these different candies," theo said, imagining the scene of a boy finding his new pet as a melted chocolate blob.

"don't get me started on my sister," she rolled her eyes before continuing, "she tries to talk to the cards. she has a crush on her gilderoy lockhart card."

"so you've exposed your muggle family to the wizarding world as well?" he asked.

"yes," she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "i think it would be rather selfish to keep all of this to myself."

"did your parents freak out when they found out?"

"oh yes, my mom nearly lost it when i made a worm grow to, like, double its size."

"i would too, that sounds vile," he scrunched his nose up at the thought of a fat fucking earthworm.

(y/n) grabs two chocolate frogs and a box of fizzing whizbees before going to the counter to pay. before she could even get her coin purse open, theo had already given the cashier enough money to cover it.

“you didn’t have to do that,” she frowned.

“i wanted to impress you,” he shrugged.

she rolled her eyes before offering him one of the frogs. they both opened them, caught them, and began eating them.

“what card did you get?” she asked, peering over his shoulder to see.

“fig,” he said unenthusiastically. “i have like eight of him already. who did you get?”

“ooh! i got mcgonagall! i don’t have her yet!” she said excitedly, pocketing the card. “i don’t have fig though….”

she side-eyed him in hopes that he would hand over the card. which he did. he didn’t need a ninth eleazar fig.

they started their walk back to the castle shortly after this. shyly brushing hands until theo made the move to fully hold her hand. he walked her down to the hufflepuff common room where he found himself sad to part ways.

“i had a really nice time today theo…” (y/n) said shyly, looking down at her feet. “we should do this again sometime.”

“yeah definitely! i had a great time too,” he smiled down at her softly.

he was wracking his brain, trying to think of something NORMAL to say, when she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

“goodnight theo,” she smiled softly and went into her common room.

he smiled as he turned around to walk to the dungeons. when he made it to his dorm, malfoy and mattheo (yep he’s here IM SORRY) were waiting for him.

“how’d it go mate?” mattheo asked, smirking at theo.

“it was really great,” theo answered earnestly, too giddy to say something cool and nonchalant.

“that’s just adorable,” malfoy cooed at him.

“shut up…” theo rubbed the back of neck, before plotting with the boys on how to ask (y/n) out again.

[scribeofskyrim]

TES GALA WIP

Fashionably late to the TES Gala due to chronic migraine!

This is what I have so far. I need to finish the background (thank goodness for 3D backgrounds!) and do the colors, but I do have them all inked!

I will be finishing this. I'm having too much fun to stop, now!

I didn't want to just draw them standing there in fancy clothes, so I came up with this little scene.

Bronwen is Talos, and of course, with the Gala being in Summerset, certain people there were not happy to see her choice of outfit.

We all know how much Elenwen loves fancy parties, and since she's the head of the Thalmor in Skyrim of course she'd get an invite. Her superiors at the party asked her to take care of Bronwen without causing a fuss. When she confronted Bronwen she was met with a whisper of a Shout, and thunder rumbled in the distance. (Hells yeah, Storm Call!)

Rather than making a scene, Bronwen offered a little wager. They play cards, and if she wins, she stays! If she loses, she leaves, simple as that. Elenwen agreed, and a deck of cards was found. Of course, Elenwen couldn't leave it at one game (which she lost), so Bronwen suggested making things more interesting by putting some coins on the table.

And that's where we are now. Several hands in, and Elenwen is both too competitive to stop and has effectively forgotten her original order to eject Bronwen.

Yes, Bronwen is weaponizing her cleavage while she pulls a card from under Septim's collar. She doesn't know if Elenwen likes boobs or not, but either way, they're a distraction!

Overly-long outfit explanation under the cut.

From left to right, we have Erandur, Valdimar, Septim the Dog, Bronwen (my LDB), Lydia, and Elenwen.

Erandur: Mara

Erandur is portraying Mara (of course) with a mix of Old Nord and Dunmer flair. The cut of his outfit is based on various Dunmer priest robes, and will be in various shades of orange/red/yellow. Lots of warm colors to reflect his regular priest robes and Mara's position as one of the Hearth Gods in Skyrim.

Mara was known as the Mother Wolf, and the shoulder decor was taken from the stone carvings you can find of her in ancient Nord tombs. The flowers on the bottom of his vest are Rose-of-Archon blooms, which are sacred to Mara. The knotwork behind them is just another nod to Nord styling.

Now for the headcanons - I like to give him tattoos, which includes an Amulet of Mara over his heart. Of course, he's going to show it off. I also HC him as having the Vaermina robe patterns tattooed on him, but just the outlines. When he left, he had them turned into flames and filled in with red and gold. He does have A LOT more tattoos in my fic, but most of them aren't Gala-appropriate, so he's mostly covered. He has lots of piercings, too, so it's time for fancy jewelry! He's also cleaned up, with neater facial hair.

Valdimar: Kyne

Being a Nord, Valdimar is familiar with their creation myth. Kyne (AKA Kynareth) was said to have breathed the first Nords into life from the wind and ice atop the Throat of the World. Her totem animal was the Hawk, which you see a lot of in old Nord ruins all over Skyrim. To represent the initial creation, he's wearing lots of blue/white/silver. Colors associated with air and snow.

I went hard on the Hawk motif, so as to not confuse Kyne with Kynareth. "Feather" cloak, Kyne buckle, hawk cloak clasps, winged hawk crown, with bracers and boots based on Elven armor from the game, which have a lot of feathers. I picture the cloak as not being made from real blue feathers, but rather a very lightweight fabric, probably a kind of silk, that catches every slight air movement. I like to think it's always moving, to evoke the sense of air and wind.

Headcanon time! Valdimar's stopped shaving his head because he's not mourning his ex any more. I also gave him earrings and tattoos, they're just covered here.

Yes, that is a ring on his left hand. No prizes for guessing who has the other one.

Septim the Dog: No one!

Just him! Bronwen did manage to convince the people at the door that he was Babas, because the rules clearly state that everyone needs to be dressed.

Bronwen Legiano: Talos

Yes, she went to a Gala in Summerset dressed as Talos because she's a bit of a chaos gremlin. At first glance she might be mistaken for Akatosh, but if you know what the Talos symbol looks like from the shrines and amulets (remember, Talos worship has been outlawed for over 30 years) then you KNOW that's who she is.

You can't see it here, but there's a giant Talos symbol on the front of her skirt, and she's wearing Talos Amulet earrings. She's dressed in purples, a royal color befitting an emperor, with silver and gold accents. The dress will have a subtle scale pattern to it, to go with her dragon-wing cape that's attached at her wrists and arms from her back. You've probably seen butterfly or bird wing costume capes like that IRL; this is a dragon version of those.

Her crown was the most fun for me, though! It's based on the achievement badge you get when you find the Dragonstone in Bleak Falls Barrow. There's a very stylized Dragon head that you see on the Word Walls in the center. Another nod to Talos, fellow Dragonborn!

Lydia: Tsun

Tsun is one of the Dead Gods in the Nord pantheon, and oversees "trials against adversity". He guards the Whalebone Bridge that leads to the Hall of Valor in Sovengarde, and his totem is the Bear. Like I did with Valdimar, I went hard on the Bear motif for Lydia. She has a bearskin mantle for her cloak, and she's wearing the bear helm from the Carved Nordic Armor set in the game.

When you meet Tsun in the game, he's wearing an armored belt almost exactly like this one. The face on his buckle didn't read as a bear to me, so I changed it to the sigil you see on the puzzle columns, and I also put them on her brooches. I put his axe on her false skirt front. She's really wearing pants under there, you just can't tell unless you look.

Why Tsun? Headcanons! I HC Lydia as nobility, with the last name Clawthane. The wolves that serve Tsun in Sovengarde are called Clawthanes, which is where her family got their name, and why I put wolf paws on her boots instead of bear paws. Tsun is her family's patron god, even though he's dead.

Elenwen: Magnus

Okay, I hate Elenwen, but I'm not going to do her dirty and dress her badly. She's dressed as Magnus, Altmer god of Magic and the Sun, who is also said to have created the stars. He's also a god of Insight, and his main artifact is the Eye of Magnus. You can see the influence from that in the swirling patterns on her dress, and I'm going to color-pick from the artifact to color in her dress.

I wanted to give her something tall, sleek and elegant, so she's wearing a simple sheath-style gown with an open back with a drape at the bottom. Something to make her look even taller, which includes the fancy up-do and sun-ray hairpin. There's little chains over her back, with stars hanging from them, and little stars on her sleeve border. She's also wearing an eye ring, and there's a chain around the back of her neck with an eye charm in the center, like she's watching you even with her back turned. Perfect for a Thalmor agent!

The rest of her jewelry is sort of amorphous, and I like to think of it as the swirling light you see when powerful artifacts emit tendrils of magic energy.

I chose Magnus for her because I think she'd want to depict an Altmer rather than an Imperial god. Also, his connection with sight and eyes just fits too perfectly with her position of head of the Thalmor in Skyrim.

That's it! Hope you like it!

Huh - The guys are depicting goddesses, and the ladies are depicitng gods. Nifty!

[project-sekai-facts]

is it me or does prsk not really cater towards hardcore yuribait or yaoibait as much even when given the opportunity especially compared to other gacha games, like even the wedding events neither of them was focused on a popular pairing or even just in general with the stories (except for minoharu and vbs i guess?)

Yuribait and yaoibait are strong words that aren't exactly right to describe project sekai. They're just alternative ways of saying queerbait, which implies a marketing strategy of attracting a queer audience by falsely promising representation. While they didn't advertise queer representation, spn and sherlock were accused of this due to the way they wrote their leads (i guess spn did become genuine rep. Ish). Proseka isn't that, neither are similar franchises, like bandori or love live for example. Even if they rarely say things outright, which admittedly is in part because of corporate greed and appeasing fans, I wouldn't say it's queerbaiting, especially for this game and the two I've outlined (well LL has a complicated history but this isn't the time or place). The whole idea of falsely promising queer rep or marketing off it doesn't really happen here, especially in project sekai it feels very genuine and clear even if not labelled. I put this down to the writers saying on record that they want the characters, and their relationships and issues, to feel realistic and relatable.

To actually answer the question now my little media ramble is over, yeah it does feel less compared to other games, especially bandori which gives content to multiple pairings for the same characters. Like don't get me wrong prsk has quite a lot of ship tease when you really get down to it and track through all the stories, but it definitely feels limited to only a handful of pairings. While prsk does give moments for multiple pairings for the same character sometimes it's just... less ig. Again i think it's just to do with the intentionally realistic way of portraying the relationships, so imo it makes sense that they only pick a hanful to give much more obvious or outright romantic subtext to (aka mmj/vbs), even if they still give little moments here and there for other pairings for those characters, as well as giving less-fleshed out or explicitly romantic shiptease for other pairings that don't include those characters (does this make sense? it's hard to talk about shiptease in the game without explicitly talking about shipping. oh well...).

(Also as an aside: mmj is also a bit of a genre thing, and a lot of a Love Live thing. I'm not reaching by saying that either, it showed up on the results to a survey about media the staff at colopale like. mmj does take a few cues from LL here and there, (rooftop practice, genki orange leader, the white feather, airis character design and voice actress) so this is probably one of them)

Even though the wedding events don't usually focus on a ship (aside from the Honami/Kanade one (for context it's honami's most popular ship at least on pixiv, although it's still on the rarer side of things, and it's not that popular in terms of Kanade pairings)), they have always featured popular ships on the card lineups, aside from the most recent one. the first one had cards for the two most popular Akito pairings, and the second one had An/Kohane and Shizuku/Airi. The second one is particularly notable since the event didn't go lightly on the ship tease at all in some parts, though it makes sense since both pairings have romantic text and/or subtext in the story. Even the first wedding event had a tiny bit in one of the card stories, and this year's one managed to squeeze in a scene where Minori imagines Haruka getting married (presumably to her).

We also had the buddy funny spend time event back in 2021, which was explicitly a double date event featuring an/kohane and minori/haruka (again two pairs with romantic text), and we've had other events that follow a sort of similar concept of two popular pairings doing something together, without the double date thing attached, but you can tell what they were thinking lol. I don't really wanna elaborate on that bc I don't wanna start a whole thing but if you look through the event list you can probably work it out.

But then again, this is the Hatsune Miku friendship game. Friendship and community are two of the core themes of the game, which again explains why it might feel like there's less romantic teasing and such compared to other games. Because there is. The events and other stories prioritise writing the platonic relationships over giving ship tease. There's definitely events that you can come out of with little to no moments for the ships you like. This isn't saying that other idol games don't focus on the friendship by the way, I'm just saying prsk has much stronger and consistent themes. From an objective perspective it has the best writing of the major idol games on the market (maybe, idk what's going on in bandori nowadays I've heard MyGO and Avemuji are really good).

Yeah it's the hatsune miku friendship game which prioritises realistic characters and relationships that's about the best way I can put it.

(aside #2: back to the idea of queer content, while they don't write the game, sega is pro-lgbt and is a sponsor of tokyo pride, and offer protections for queer staff. Other sega franchises like Yakuza and Sonic have queer characters! And mizuki is about 5 events away from coming out as trans unless they fumble super badly. So it's a nonzero chance that prsk can and will include textual queer rep in future (i mean they already have lol). It genuinely is down to the realism other fan appeal. Again this isn't to hate on other franchises I'm a huge fan of LL and a casual bandori enjoyer, prsk is just Like This)

[i-rate-horse-games]

rating bella sara for ds and pc (2008)

the DS and PC versions are similar enough that it would be odd to rate them separately, but different enough that it matters which one you play.

Bella Sara is a game in which you ride horses through three different scenic locations to collect bella sara cards and horseshoes. collecting certain cards can unlock other horses from the franchise to ride, and horseshoes can be spent in the shop. after riding for a while, your horse will be tired, and you have to spend some time taking care of them before you can go out again. there's a noticeboard with activities for you to do, which usually involve riding around the 3 locations (meadow, beach, and forest) collecting things as fast as possible.

both games have an impressively diverse character selector for 2008!

on the pc version, you can even adjust the skin tone lighter or darker for each character, with this being as dark as you can go.

in the DS version, it asks you for your birthday, and on that day you get one item from the shop for free! (no, it's not my birthday, i lied) the shop also sells bella sara cards, as well as clothes and tack and a sponge for washing your horse. it had one of those roman soldier hats with the feather plume in 3 colors, so that's the one i wore out. seemed like there's tons of options@

in the PC version, the shop just sells English, Western, Fairy, and Princess matching rider and tack sets, plus treats.

the DS version also has a whole show jumping arena, where you can win at least one trophy. this straight up does not exist on the PC version, because there you win your trophies by running jumping courses that are in the three areas instead.

in the DS version, your horse goes back to its stall in the stable when it's tired, and you can do chores like mucking out the stall and picking rocks out of the hooves. you're also payed a few horseshoes for doing your chores. in the PC version, your horse goes out to the paddock, and you don't get any money for taking care of your horse because that's just what a Responsible Rider does. there's no hoof pick.

here's where the biggest difference is.

in the DS version, you get a minimap, and the area is a network of rigid trails with the Fog of War surrounding you. the music for this place i personally found kinda creepy, but people on youtube said it was super nostalgic to them. there's a few jumps in there. it shows you where the cards are and you get to sprint after them before they vanish. it's a test of finding the quickest route to different areas. the lower half gets unlocked as you progress through the game.

in the PC version, you don't get a minimap, and you can go off road to your heart's content. however, the only direction to where you're trying to go is a floating 3D arrow that points directly towards something, ignoring the locations of bridges and impassible rivers and ledges that are deemed too steep to ride down. there are also tons of invisible walls unexpectedly far away from trees, and if you run into something, your horse needs to take a few seconds to reverse. this means that if you're doing a timed mission, the first try will just be figuring out the route. the worlds are also covered with magical gates that can each only be unlocked by a specific horse, but once they're unlocked, they're unlocked. so sometimes you ride in on ya girl Fiona the Fire Horse but then you find out your quest is behind a gate for Thunder the Lightning Horse. there's still cards and horseshoes everywhere to grab. you can even get from area to area through gates, without having to back out to the main menu, which is when your horse says it's tired and goes to rest. the PC music is more normal bella sara instrumental magical music with occasional vocals.

the DS version also gives you codes to use on their website lol rest in peace

the most exciting part of both games is collecting cards! whenever you come back from an adventure, you get to see what cards you found on screen, and there's so many to collect! you can go through your collection, and on DS you can trade your extras to someone else with the game. you already own the game so they don't make it hard to get the cards, it's just fun! the foil cards are animated! it looks better in the game but i made a gif :)

there's enough things to do that it doesn't feel like you can run out, and combined with card collecting and the horsecare chores and unlockable areas and horses, there's definitely enough Game here for someone to spend a lot of time playing it and having a great time.

i'm rating these games 3.5 stars out of 5!

★★★✬☆

now i know you guys are probably dying to know how to play these in 2024 and it's actually pretty easy! for the DS game, download a DS game emulator. the one i found is DeSmuME and it worked perfect & was really easy to use. then you go to a reputable game archive for the game's rom and open that file up with the emulator. EZ peasy takes less than 5 minutes. for the PC game, look here & read the comments to figure out how to get it to work. i got it to work by clicking the setup.exe thing in the game, then following the comment's directions on copying and pasting the game.exe thing into your pc's newly created codemasters folder & running it from there instead of ur virtually mounted cd-rom disk. sounds scary but it worked for me so i vouch for it. happy gaming!

[grimalkinmessor]

reimob, fluff, and feathers 🩷🩷

WING FIC TIME!!!!!! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Reimob/Fluff/Feathers

———

"Sit still, Mob."

Shigeo stilled in his squirming, chastised but not embarrassed—not anymore. The way his wings fluttered around his shishou's fingers had once made him red in the face, mortified by the obvious pleasure he took from Reigen's fingers sifting through his feathers.

Now, they'd both been at this too long to feel ashamed about it.

Reigen huffed when Shigeo's wings shivered again, stopping his preening to swat Shigeo upside the head. "Still, I said! You keep jostling everything back out of place."

He sat behind Shigeo on the back of the couch, shoes off so his socked feet could rest on the seat cushion, bracketing Shigeo's hips. Reigen's deft hands carded through inky feathers and plucked and straightened and smoothed down anything out of place, occasionally dropping a few feathers in the small pile on the arm of the couch. Shigeo was getting big enough that soon the couch wouldn't be a good place for this, the tips of his primaries brushing against the edges of the seat even without being fully extended.

He wondered if Reigen would stop preening him, then. He hoped he wouldn't.

Reigen had been preening him for years at this point—ever since he was twelve, his newly grown feathers replacing old baby fuzz and making him so uncomfortable he couldn't keep it hidden. His parents preened him, of course; it was typically a family activity, shining up someone's wings before they left the house. Like helping a child brush their hair until they could do it themselves, and even then still sometimes after, just to keep close. To bond.

But by the time Shigeo had first stepped timidly into Reigen's office, his parents had all but ceased to preen his wings. His mother'd had to take double shifts at work to cover Ritsu's hospital bills, while his father had been playing diplomat to the angry parents of the other, older boys Shigeo had cracked against the pavement. Neither of them had time to do more than a few cursory cards over Shigeo's wings before ushering him out the door to school.

And Ritsu...

Ritsu had been another matter entirely.

Almost a year had passed like that, until the fullness of Shigeo's wings and they're subsequent twitchiness had caught his shishou's attention. When Reigen had offered, Shigeo hadn't had the will nor the want to say no.

Reigen's hands always felt like heaven in his feathers, quick but not painful, firm but not rough, gentle but not ticklish. He shines up the back of Shigeo's wings with an exactness that no one else could match.

"Shishou is too good with his hands," Shigeo said in faux-complaint, eyes closing.

A beat, blink-and-you'll-miss-it pause. Then Reigen was humming in amusement, seemingly unphased by the comment. "Get one of your little school friends to help you, then."

Shigeo frowned, almost a pout. "...My friends are too bad with their hands."

Reigen barked out a laugh, his hands resuming their work once more. "What's that supposed to mean, huh? Kids are supposed to be bad at this, you know. Practicing on each other is how you learn."

"I'm not saying they have to be great at it," Shigeo grumbled, slitting his eyes open to peer at the floor. "But I don't really want to be their test dummy either."

"It's good experience, Mob," Reigen dismissed, scraping his fingers down the seam of Shigeo's wing where it met the skin of his back, sending shivers racing up his spine. His wings gave another flutter, and Reigen huffed. "Still."

Shigeo obeyed, forcibly quieting his overexcited wings and bringing that old conversation to an end. Anything to keep Reigen's hands on him.

He closed his eyes again. "I like it when you do it."

Reigen didn't pause this time, but he also didn't respond to Shigeo's admission either.

Shigeo felt a bit miffed. Not wanting to let Reigen worm his way out of it, he asked, "Do you like it, Reigen-shishou?"

"...Yes," Reigen said after a moment. "I like preening you, Mob."

Head tipping back, Shigeo said, "I meant when I preen you, Shishou. Do you like it when I preen you?"

Reigen stared at him, eyes widened—deer in the headlights.

His own wings were tucked against his back, closed, as they usually were in public, the ends of them hooked down behind the back of the couch where Shigeo couldn't see. He knew that Reigen wasn't ashamed of his wings—they were beautiful, a lovely shade of tawny that almost looked gold in the right light—but Reigen also had very little people in his life that he was close to. Reigen was used to hiding his wings away because, for a long time, he'd had no one to help him preen them, so they always looked a bit messy, no matter how much he tried to do it himself.

Shigeo had asked to reciprocate after their first encounter with Claw, when Reigen had instinctively flashed open his wings to shield them both.

"When things go South, it's okay to run away!"

Moonlight haloed behind him, his expression open and earnest, his wings spread open and curled around them...

That had been the first time that he'd ever thought, 'Oh. Shishou is beautiful.'

The first, but certainly not the last. He was beautiful now, caught off-guard and striped with evening sun coming in from the blinds. He might even be remembering the first time that Shigeo had preened him, after that very same encounter. Sat in the office, Hanazawa gone home, Ritsu asleep on the couch as Reigen called their parents to let them know where they were, coming up with another another another lie to keep them from worrying. Shigeo had seen how out of sorts he'd been, his wings twitching, and had remembered how ruffled his feathers had looked. And, feeling grateful and guilty all at once, Shigeo had asked to preen him.

Reigen had frozen, hemmed and hawed and hesitated, but he'd ultimately given in, dragging Shigeo's desk chair around so he could sit on it backwards, allowing a smaller Mob to put inexperienced fingers to his wings. Straightening, plucking, brushing; feeling Reigen reluctantly shiver and croon beneath his touch and not yet knowing what the warm, hot feeling in his gut meant.

"Yes, Mob," Reigen said now, forcibly nonchalant. "I appreciate you helping me with it. Now, for the last time, be still would you?"

Shigeo obeyed, though he wasn't quite yet appeased. He let Reigen finish him up, then turned, wings still flared, and pushed up into Reigen's space. His gaze was focused, bright.

Insistent.

"Your turn, Shishou."

"Alright—alright, you pushy brat, give me a second to get situated!" Reigen barked, shoving at Shigeo's face in annoyance when his black wings crowded around him, hemming him in and herding him down.

Huffing, Reigen slid down onto the couch itself and sat crisscross, while Shigeo settled into Reigen's place on the back of the couch. He wasn't quite as tall as Reigen, not yet, but that just gave him a better vantage point to see what needed to be fixed. Shigeo buried his fingers in his shishou's pretty feathers, taking time to brush them through slowly. And, like always, Reigen relaxed instantly at his touch, his wings falling open wider, flexing.

A few feathers were loose, pulled out from between the others in Shigeo's hands, but unlike Reigen, he didn't pile them up to be disposed of later. Shigeo set every feather carefully beside him in a line a little disappointed that there weren't more. He supposed being a fully matured adult meant your wings shed less.

Reigen's wings weren't technically bigger than Shigeo's, not in height at least, but they were thicker. Longer. Sturdy, strong—capable of getting him places and getting him there fast.

Shigeo's wings resembled cormorants; fishing birds. Water birds. Built for diving, strength, weathering storms... Not for speed.

If Reigen ever decided to fly off without him, Shigeo wasn't sure he could catch him.

But he hadn't.

Many birds were sedentary. Many birds mated for life.

Shigeo hoped that, in that, he and Reigen were the same.

When he was finished, Reigen's wings gleamed like fools gold, straight and sleek. Shigeo felt pleased with himself, even more so when Reigen visibly had to wake himself up, lulled into a sleepy sort of contentment by Shigeo's ministrations. As he moved about the office, his wings fluttered and fluffed ever so slightly, as they always did when he was freshly preened and immensely pleased about it.

Hiding his smile by ducking his head, Shigeo tucked the few stray feathers he'd collected into his pocket. Then, as Reigen began to corral them both out the door for dinner, Shigeo slipped one of his own sleek primaries onto Reigen's desk. Center fold, unmistakable.

Reigen would find it in the morning. Shigeo hoped that he would tuck it away with the others Reigen pretended he didn't save in his desk drawer.

Then, when the time came, Shigeo hoped he'd wear them, as Shigeo wanted to wear his.

A symbol to the world that they belonged to each other.

[shuuen-no-cimory]

Also of course, it ain't me if I don't crossover my current hyperfixation with my ultimate current hyperfixation. So... Degrees of Lewdity x ProjectMoon! (This post is full of me yapping as I explain each drawing, so I guess, be ready?)

First, I'll go hard with Whitney as R Corp. 4th Rabbit Team. The initial idea was that he reminds me so much of RHeath LMAO But eventually I love the idea because I think he'd go along with Myo well. Plus... Somehow imagining Whitney in Rabbit Team Hatchery shenanigans seems... Interesting.

Next is Eden. If anyone notice, I originally designed him based of 2 Abnos: Der Freischutz and Big Bird. Der Frei was, of course, a nod to his title as a Hunter, and a marksman as well. For Big Bird... Yeah definitely there's the Big Bird in DoL, yet I think temperance-wise, Eden does felt similar to Big Bird. A creature living in a forest, thinking they protect others by doing the action that definitely doesn't seems to be out of protection. As for RRH, oh think about this: Being hunted down while getting marked. One by a hunter, and another by a wolf. Oh isn't it just reminds me of something...? Right

Funny enough, before I designed the school LIs properly, I reimagined them as The City's feathers. "If they're living in the City and has to work with one Wing, which one they'll work on?" I've talked about R. Corp Whitney earlier so I'll talk about the others! Robin, L Corp. - I can imagine him with the pressing needs to survive under the weight of Bailey's rent ends up either being sent or signed himself up as an agent for L Corp. The Wing doesn't ask that much requirement as per Hokmah's story while the agent supposed to have a great pay (being a wing and all). Hence, I think he might work for L Corp. Sydney, K Corp. - The idea was that after graduating, Sydney might follow Sirris path in science. Being the obedient child she is (as we sees on the game before they get corrupted), she probably choose to do what Sirris might do hence her as K Corp. researcher. Oh anyway, truly this is just a fyi that doesn't seems to be related to anything, I reimagined Harper as Dongrang in this scenario, with the whole Teary-Thing problem exist. Oh, lucky enough for Sydney to help producing K Ampule that definitely just as seen in the canon Limbus story. Just saying. Kylar, W Corp. - This one actually a rather fun idea. This is set with the idea that Kylar work as the Clean Up Member, with parents that's definitely unaware with how their child work but nevertheless proud with him. They'd even use WARP Train solely to be sent off by Kylar each time, much to Kylar silent dismay. If only they know what Kylar has to clean up among the 6 seconds they went into the train... Read one of the reblog tag and yeah. It has to do with Love Town. And pretty much how Kylar had to regularly assemble his parents again and again each trip they made.

LCB! SYDNEY LET'S GOOOO!!!! This idea came as I made my LCB-esque ID Card for Sydney. The idea of LCB Sydney's background was that it's pretty much what happened in the game, but make it The City-esque and seen from Sydney's eyes. It's fun imagining her as a Dieci Fixer who was caught in a complicated issue which she rather dip out from as she hasn't fully grow the backbone to face it yet. Oh right, in this AU I reimagined Ivory as Abnormality and both Sydney and Kylar got their EGO. Sydney got their Longing Phase EGO (HE, Gloom) while Kylar got the Haunting Phase EGO (WAW, Wrath). I actually had a draft of how the EGO works and its gimmick but let's talk it later on lol

When Yield My Flesh event is up on Limbus, my head doing the funny by thinking, "Damn... Jun Wren sounds cool..." then I remember Tingtang exist like jfgdjfgbjd HE FITS BETTER AS TINGTANG WHY DIDN'T I THINK ABOUT IT ON A SIDE NOTE, I also had the thought on how Bailey MIGHT kills it as either a Kurokumo or a Middle. After all, Middle never forget... Just like how Bailey never forget your rent LOL

And last but not least: Sydney and Robin as L Corp. Agent! Robin will be a high Temperance agent which work for Safety Team, while Sydney is the high Fortitude, high Prudence Disciplinary Team Captain. Oh, if you do notice: I made Sydney's cross looks like Penitence EGO Weapon. It's actually based of this idea of how One Sin and WhiteNight's dynamic thematically fits Sydney the Faithful and Sydney the Fallen. The name of both Abnos' EGO Set-- "Penitence" and "Paradise Lost" respectively, both fits the image of each Sydneys. Hence, I draw them in both EGO Sets!

[shroudedunderworld]

Tails (FINALE!!)

What I think NRC Mermaid!AU characters tails would look like

Part: 1st years | 2nd years | 3rd years | Faculty

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Dire Crowley

Smooth and light, Crowley's tail fits his feathery vibe well. The black tail with the blue iridescence is the calling card of corvid birds, like the crows and ravens he knows and loves.

Mozus Trein

Some say it's ratty, torn up, not much good. Sure, it's seen better days, but nevertheless, it's Trein's only tail. The fin lined sides make gliding leisurely through the water a breeze, and that's all he could really ask for.

Ashton Vargas

Simple and robust, Vargas doesn't care much about the lack of extra fins. He's built for speed and strength, not dexterity, and he believes his tail is perfect for what he's "designed" for.

Divus Crewel

Very shiny, Crewel takes amazing and precise care of his tail. Like Vargas, he doesn't care about the lack of fins. In fact, the wide main fin is perfect for splashing water in the faces of his unsuspecting merfolk student's faces when they're not paying attention in class.

Sam

The Voodoo King himself can't have a basic and boring tail, now can he? Of course not. Its colors are vibrant and striking, and the bone-like patterns give off an eerie sort of vibe that makes others somewhat cautious for seemingly no reason.

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Ortho Shroud

His tail is light and fluttery, easy to move around with, the many ends of the fin flow like little tips of fire in the water. Sometimes he wishes his tail was more like Idia's, but he does like the bright blue, as he feels it makes him more alluring and approachable.

Khian Samad (Student OC)

His tail is smooth when moving through the water, the feathered tips of his fins giving the "owl illusion," making his movements quiet as a mouse, ideal for stealth and precision and giving him the element of surprise.

Griswold Fabien (Faculty OC)

Many fins allow for him to make tight turns, as he's more inclined for dexterity over speed. The greyscale patterns provide good camouflage against reef rocks and in deep caves, which some may see as "predatory," but he's a gentle merman with a kind heart.

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Yall should i give you guys my OC info?? I tried to draw Khian once but i failed miserably LMFAOOOOO. But tbh I'm obsessed with Savanaclaw and TWST beastmen so HINT HINT both of my OCs are beastmen. Anyway, that's it for the TWST Tails series, make sure to vote on my poll on Part 1 and lmk which fandom i should do next! Love you guys!

[skay-ali]

The Golden circus

The circus creates a beautiful place where children's fantasies come true.

Clowns with funny tricks, experienced and intrepid acrobats, dangerous animals doing tricks, thousands of sweets... strange creatures "freaks".

A place full of strong colors and lights that could blind you when you saw it directly, the beautiful extravagant clothes that the members of the circus wore, especially the main members.

You were surrounded by this whole strange way of life, since you were little, your mother was a member of the circus, your parents were also, except that your dear mother, unlike you, created her own legacy in the circus, reading cards, not like your grandparents, great acrobats.

You followed the path of your mother and grandparents, why not be both instead of choosing to be a medium who read letters or an acrobat without fear of death.

So much time traveling from place to place, only with the same people, your big circus family, and occasionally some new members who would join.

Nothing out of the ordinary, so you forced yourself to be the best at the things that came your way in life, reading letters at the beginning and end of the circus, doing great acrobatics in the air while everyone felt the adrenaline of your actions.

You wanted to be the star of your little world, "the circus".

You felt like you had it all... until it was taken away from you, with the arrival of two new characters, a new presenter with his dear girlfriend, who took away your main act number.

From that moment on you were confined to doing mediocre tricks and following the idea antics of these two new members.

a family of acrobats (they already forgot the last one there was and how they finished), exploit to the maximum your companions who attracted attention for their peculiarities, so that they would truly treat them like monsters, no longer the kind but terrifying people who tended the stalls of food, some games or toys, doing dangerous acts without safety and prior practice, finally flattering or licking the boots of the millionaires who attended the events.

They sometimes exclude people from other social classes, just so that millionaires and celebrities "would enjoy the act better".

Just what they did this day, when they showed up for the first time since they arrived in this murky city full of crime. perform to a large group of wealthy people and their children, some of the children's friends too, you heard that a big name school also attended.

You sighed, a bad habit you acquired, instead of spitting out everything you felt or using your fist.

Although your act was not the best, you got used to your mediocre forced performance, passing a tightrope with very heavy clothes over the feathers, and your hair arrangement, according to the new leaders was to maintain better elegance.

They're just pretentious idiots, repeated in your head.

You passed the high rope without problems, even standing on one foot while raising your leg up to your head.

You got a few surprised reactions and some applause.

You sat on one of the large platforms where the acrobats were launched.

Being close to the action gives you a little relief from not being able to do the same.

Swinging on the swings, falling in the air until someone catches you, sliding down ropes while getting tangled, even hanging on the big ring... you hated that you couldn't do any of that... You were distracted in your thoughts until you heard a loud scream, one of your fellow acrobats was falling.

You didn't have time to think, you snatched the swing from the man next to you, you sat on it and jumped into the void, you didn't stop and in the air you leaned back, leaving your legs dangling from the swing bar, while you stretched.

Your hands to the girl who was falling... They were only second, but you were able to catch her. which calmed all the spectators who stood up in fear due to the almost fall of an acrobat.

When you reached the platform in front, you left the girl, other acrobats approached and held her.

You had to get off, stop holding the swing and give it to those in charge of doing the trick, but you couldn't, the adrenaline you felt the moment your body dropped, when all the air hit your face when you fell, you liked it feel it again.

"___ what are you doing?" one of the men who is in charge of launching with the columbio asked you.

“___, put that columbium back, it's time for my trick” The angry voice of the new circus star interrupted the man who was watching you expectantly for what you wanted to do.

You hated her, her appearance as an innocent woman, when in reality she was a complete bitch, her blonde hair and tall stature, if you had not known her well, you would have admired her for her model appearance, but that was not the case, you knew her so well you knew the type of person he was, a very bad one.

It was annoying, thanks to their stupid ideas, they were leaving you aside, using inexperienced acrobats to do dangerous things and much more without having practiced to avoid serious mistakes.

There was someone who paid for their ideas before, but they still kept doing their thing, it was annoying.

You wanted to yell at him, go down and punch the guy who was hosting right now.

You wanted so much for these two to return from wherever they appeared, for the circus to be peaceful again and full of family joy like before.

But it was impossible, the other members accepted these two idiots with open arms, like the good people they are. You tried to relax and not do crazy things.

“Of course, here is your majesty,” you handed the columbio to the girl, who was wearing a light blue suit, with lace and decorative jewelry.

His hand is about to grab the hanging object, but before he could do so, you forcefully threw it to the other side.

The blonde woman looked at you angrily, you were messing with her actions after all.

“oh oops I think I slipped” you laughed at the woman's surprised and angry face. What you didn't know is that this would lead to a bad outcome.

I push you off the platform.

It was something that happened out of nowhere, one moment you were making fun of the girl who believed she was superior to the others and that she treated them like her servants, the next you were falling backwards to the ground.

It was a good thing that hands caught you in the air, the acrobat from whom you took the columbium earlier was able to hold you.

Your entire dazed body came to itself seconds later, you could almost pretend you saw your life flash before your eyes.

You thought you would be returned to a safe place to recover, but that wasn't the case.

They let go of your hands at one point, and you felt how others began to hold you... First of all, the show must go on, surely he was taking revenge on the woman who annoys all their practices, because according to her they don't do anything right.

You followed the flow of the act that the acrobats were putting on, you let yourself fall, spinning in the air, until someone caught you.

That is until a ring was sent towards where you were when you ended up on the ground when you made a tumbling landing, which you welcomed.

But before you could even hang onto it to circle the huge tent, a hand stopped you.

“I think you're done,” said the other voice that you hated the most. The boy who came out of nowhere with a suit and his brown laugh, introducing himself to a circus fan and asking to join.

The man who commanded all the older workers, a man who, no matter how faithful he seemed to his girlfriend, actually liked to harass the other girls in the circus, the man who changed you to another unfunny act, because you didn't accept his advances… You looked at him seriously, he was seriously smiling as he tried to send you away, preventing the public from seeing what he is capable of.

You clenched your hands, you couldn't do anything, hitting him was an option, but you would make a fuss, the public would no longer want to come to the performances, you would also be reprimanded for doing such scenes without permission.

But... you only live once, you were already in big trouble, which was one more on the list.

You pretended to give up, letting the man relax, while you took advantage of his distraction to entertain the audience again.

You give the signal, the other acrobats begin with another number, some girls dressed as butterflies slide down some hanging threads, the dancers begin with their dance numbers, yes dancing... if they wanted to continue in the circus at least they had to be useful, a silly new rule that they imposed on the great circus masters who taught the majority of adults and young people what we do now, not only them but also the relatives of the circus members, even if they were children.

You grabbed the hoop, running while holding it, letting the ring lift you to the top and spin.

A sting was felt on your cheek for a moment, it was made worse when a hand was placed on your throat with a lot of pressure.

The nice young host, the jewel of the circus was making you pay for the rules you broke. You let him get even, what else could you do, he could expel you from his circus without problems, no one could back you up.

The only thing you were grateful for was that there were some of your companions as witnesses, that would keep the man from going overboard with you.

When the man finished getting even, he left, leaving you alone, with sore arms, a red neck, and a bruised face.

Well you shouldn't have bothered with hiding your wounds, you were relieved from the adtos to take care of the animals.

It didn't bother you anyway, they were like your family too, you adored them.

A few days later things did not improve in your life, they were somewhat monotonous, you were actually thinking about taking up the proposal of practicing gymnastics, maybe that way you would achieve something more in your life.

You no longer had anything in this circus, your grandparents had left and started a quieter life in the countryside, your father didn't even know who he was, your position in the circus was practically over and your mother was... no longer there...

The events that changed your life happened quickly, a group of rich children with their father or guardian arrived at the circus one day, your big boss gave them the opportunity to see them in their training, hurrah.

You wanted to take this opportunity to train, run to the gym equipment and fly through the air.

It was a shame that hands squeezed your shoulders tightly and forcibly kept you sitting. "You better complete your tasks today" a voice whispered in your ear with threat.

You dedicated yourself to reading the destiny of some children.

Of course the new children who were in front of you just looked at you without interest.

You started with the girl with short black hair and a gothic look, who showed no emotions when you gave her her cards.

Then with the black-haired boy with green eyes, who showed nothing but annoyance.

Some surprised voices brought you out of your uncomfortable situation.

It turns out that one of the adult men who accompanied the group of young people and children began to do pirouettes, drawing everyone's attention.

Great, he could even have fun.

You were upset about what was happening.

Until your boss, who was surrounded by the public, pointed at you so you could smile.

A fake smile appeared on your face, with a sign of appreciation with your hands, a big finger raised to show how much you care about what he tells you.

You never noticed that your actions caught the attention of some members of the family present. A loud scream was what alarmed everyone. You got up and looked for who was the cause of such an alarming scream.

"___ you have to see this..." his voice trembled One of the children of the animal caretaker appeared next to you, who with a vastly alarmed attitude took you by the hand and took you running to a place.

When you arrived there was already a group of spectators gathered, you had to avoid them, after a few pushes you arrived...

oh... you wished you had never seen such a thing... two bodies protruded from a large trunk, one was old, almost difficult to identify, if no one had seen the clothing...

those fantasy fabrics and jewelry, you knew who it was, the The same woman who disappeared a long time ago and was left for dead, her corpse... your mother was undoubtedly her body.

That wasn't enough, the body of the witch that terrified everyone in the circus, although she had great beauty, was there.

His blue eyes were lifeless and his bright blonde hair that he took so much care in caring for was covered in red.

It didn't take long for the police to arrive, the same boy who did stunts before introduced himself as a detective.

Sitting in the large stands of the circus with all the staff, you could only get lost in your head, observing over and over again the lifeless bodies, your mother, she was really no longer there.

It was a pain waiting for someone to come and tell them something about the crime. much more so that they had them all as possible suspects.

Things went crazy when they questioned you. They only need to hear your last name... to solve the case. You...you were the murderer. the words of all the detectives went to the same culprit. You... a psychopath and future serial killer, that's how you were classified. You ended up in arkham asylum. You still couldn't react to what happened, you... you never did something like that. You couldn't hurt your mother, although most of the time she disappointed you and failed, you still loved her. The other girl who was always a thorn in your side, she was not your victim either, even if you hated each other, you would never be able to give her the ending that she had. The tears were your only companions in that horrible place, you didn't fit in, you were alone and lost in an extremely dangerous place. just because some detectives came up with the silly idea that you were a murderer.

They were supposed to be geniuses at their job, who took care of innocent citizens but they had just convicted one. They just took you to your own death. No matter how much you defended yourself that you were innocent and were not a threat, you were punished instead of being listened to, pills, shock therapy... more pills. You became a shell of what you knew how to be, you were no longer the shining star of the circus, now you were a murderer.

"Oh poor thing... look how they left her" a woman approached where you were sitting. You could see a blonde woman with her hair painted pink and light blue.

"Don't bother her Harley," another voice came next, this time it was a red-haired woman.

You couldn't take it anymore, this place was killing you, feeling the blonde woman's hand was a relief from your fears and sadness.

So much so that you ended up crying.

After that day the two women ended up next to you, wherever you were going they were with you.

Her treatment reminded you of what your mother was like... you felt a little safe again.

They introduced you to other people, like the man who always spoke in riddles.

You didn't know it but since they met you, they saw a girl, who was very different from them, they knew it very well, you didn't belong here, but they never did anything to make you leave, your presence kept them calm. maybe a little sane. Even when other criminals less dangerous than them tried to mess with you, they made sure they would never think of something like that again.

__ Valeska without knowing it you became the jewel of the asylum.

[felixcloud6288]

Dungeon Meshi Adventurer's Bible Characters Part 7

Extra stuff

Rooms

We saw a glimpse of Laios and Falin's room in the chapter 76 title image from a different angle. Kui managed to keep everything amazingly consistent, including the various items on the shelf.

Of particular note to me is the top of the shelf has a quill, books, a satchel, a bug nest, a dagger, and a rope placed in the same spots on both images. The only difference is the title image had three books instead of two.

Laios's dresser has some monster bones and what I think is either a scale or geode of some kind on it. Falin's dresser has a snake skin and some acorns on it. There's also a wheat or barley stalk on the floor. Laios does not keep his clothes as tidy as Falin does.

Marcille's room here is the one from the magic academy rather than whatever room she uses on the Island. The third row of books on her bookshelf is The Daltian Clan, and there are indeed 24 volumes.

There are two staffs in her room. One would have to be Ambrosia but still incomplete. The other is probably a pre-made staff she used until she finished Ambrosia.

She has a journal on her nightstand. Maybe it would later become her grimoire?

Chilchuck's room was shown in the chapter 21 title image and it similarly has a lot of consistency between shots. Actually, I'd say these two images happen within a few minutes of each other. Chilchuck's working on opening that box and then he takes a break to eat that bread and coffee(?) sitting on the staircase.

Senshi's tent is really similar to what the Orc houses look like. He spent a long time with them so it makes sense. They probably also deal with Dungeon Cleaners regularly so they can't have permanent settlements in the dungeon.

Kabru lives in the tavern basement. He's essentially living in a storage room.

His bed is really messy.

He has a winged lion wall decoration on his table. Maybe he's trying to study the ancient kingdom to figure out something about dungeons.

Is that a whip?

I'd like to know what the book means when it says "When Fleki and Lycion get noisy". I'd assume noisy is a natural state of being for Fleki. She's either loud or high on mushrooms.

And I love how messy her bed is. She's been eating, writing, and brushing her hair in that bed. She's probably just super bored and can't sit still.

And Lycion of course has a wolf pelt on his bed.

Does this world have something akin to a French deck of playing cards? Do they play poker?

Mithrun's room has nothing of interest in it. Fitting.

Izutsumi's room reuses the chapter 45 title image. Looking at it again, a bird probably flew in through the window above Izutsumi and she caught it. There's a few feathers floating around and Benichidori is upset to see what happened.

Along with how messy Izutsumi's futon is, there's a lot of scratch marks in it.

The Complete edition comes with two final pages in the character section. The first details the Canaries organization structure. Mithrun is the captain and leader of the first squad. Flamela is the vice captain and leader of the second squad. Each squad includes a leader, assistant, and two prisoners assigned to each of them.

Flamela's relation to the queen is a bit more detailed. The queen is Flamela's half-great aunt. Her great-grandmother is Hemea's mother but Hemea's father is a different man from Flamela's great grandfather.

It's the newbie Canaries. One's family recently came into fortune and is trying to bring prestige to his family. One is from a fallen noble house and is trying to regain her family's status, and one is just a distant relative with no opportunities for himself within the clan.

I thought they were all girls.

I didn't find a translation for the second page, but it appears to be mostly about physical differences between Tall-men and Half-foots.

The two fathers holding each others baby is cute. They're both struggling to figure out how to hold a child of such different size.

The complete edition included an extra line at the end of everyone's bios about what they're doing after the story and I found a translation of them.

Laios: Being king

Marcille: Is Laios's royal advisor

Chilchuck: running a shop in Kahka Brud

Senshi: Continues to experiment with monster cuisine

Izutsumi: Is traveling and sometimes visits Merini

Falin: Is traveling on her own

Shuro: Returned home and became head of his clan

Shuro's retainers: Returned home with Shuro. Tade worries about Izutsumi

Namari: Continued working for Tansu and eventually paid off her father's debts

Tansu and Yarn: Tansu serves as an advisor to the lord of Kahka Brud

Kaka: Helping Tansu in Kahka Brud

Kiki: Left to work in trade

Kabru: studying politics under Yaad

Mickbell and Kuro: Running a general store

Daya: Married and working with her husband in the lumber industry

Holm: Works as a spirit specialist

Rin: Stayed in Merini with Kabru. Works as a pharmacist

Mithrun: Stationed in Merini by the queen (No word on if he opened a noodle shop)

Pattadol: is a diplomat to Merini

canary Prisoners: Prison sentences were reduced

Milsiril: Continues to seclude herself

Yaad: Acts as Prime Minister to King Laios

Zon: Lives in Merini as orc chief

Leed: Works as a guard

Fionil: Lives in Merini with Doni. Is a teacher

Doni: Lives in Merini with Fionil. Is a farmer

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