#orange is the new black collage

[simpingforthemm]

" when I call the shots you call me mommy "

mommy issues - cloudy june

[limited2000s]

[schistcity]

SICK of the same old same old prestige tv show intros we need to go back to the era of 00s-10s tv with banging opening songs bc true blood didn't serve absolute cunt for seven years for netflix original #829's opening theme to simply fail to rehash game of thrones again and again

[hanistry]

THE PAWN SHOP | YANG JUNGWON.

genre | fantasy au, magic au / meet cute

synopsis | jungwon stumbled directly into a new job opportunity when he barged into the only store still open on the night of christmas eve.

word count | 6368 

warning | killing, death, crush injuries / mentions of blood, a disregard for human life

world | two

The first snowfall landed on Christmas Eve, not that it mattered to Jungwon.

Usually a light stepper, Jungwon found that the invisible pain on his body had rendered his feet heavy, and it was all a courtesy to the merciless debt collectors that sought him out on Christmas Eve and punished him over a late payment.

Although, between himself and nobody else, he knew he was merely an unlucky target for a man to take out his frustration. Possibly for a missing present under a tree, and the dissatisfied pout from a spoiled daughter. 

There would be a trail of blood on fresh snow if he hadn't gotten out of the grasp firmly pressuring him down to the ground. It wasn't as if he could fight back anyway, at least not when the debt collectors came in a group of three.

Since retaliating wasn't an option, he opted for an escape. Not a great one, just a desperate one; desperate enough to run down four blocks without pause, each pant a prayer that one store would still be open so close to midnight on Christmas Eve.  

Sweat drenched his hair, but the cold air numbed his skin enough to lose the sense to feel it suffocate his neck and back. His legs brought him past one closed store after another, and he noticed almost all had a holiday closure notice at the front of their entrance. He cursed. It didn't make sense. Restaurants tend to operate on regular hours, even during the holidays.

He turned a sharp corner, his eyes welcoming the tender orange from the street lamp and a bright gold from a singular store that remained open. He suppressed the celebration inside his throat and the guilt of throwing the poor employee into a hectic situation they likely did not train for. He picked up his pace, trying to lose the men on his tail.

You flinched and spun around, your fingers clutching your wooden staff tighter. Fully prepared to find a harpy staring you down at the doorway, your shoulders slumped with a confused sigh when you only saw a boy standing there.

A few seconds later, the door was forced open again and three men trailed in. Jungwon, already knowing who was behind him, bounced away from the door and rushed over to you.

You looked up at him with furrowed brows. This was abnormal. You had already served all the customers who were supposed to find the pawn shop today. You had already flipped the open sign and cleaned up for the night. No human should be able to see the store. 

You leaned back when Jungwon was near, your thought cut short. "What is happening?" 

"I need help," he replied. "Please help me. I'm hurt."

"Roping an innocent bystander into this mess? That's awfully indecent of you, Jungwon."

You raised a brow as you turned to the group's spokesman, and then your eyes trailed across the two behind him for a better idea of the kind of trouble that had intruded on your closed shop. You realized there wasn't anything alarming about their appearances. You wouldn't have batted an eye if you had walked past them on the street.

"Seriously, what is happening?" you asked again, but this time, Jungwon noticed the question was directed at neither him nor the men who chased him into the store. You directed the question at the ceiling.

Looking up was a pit of black and a messy collage of irregular shapes. Jungwon blinked. He looked down, back up at the ceiling, then down again. Disregarding that you spoke to the ceiling, he just now found out there were no lights.

When he looked up at the ceiling, it was pitch black, yet the store was lit with a shade of warmth. When he looked around in search of light bulbs or strings of light hidden in creases of walls, there was none. 

"Where is the light coming from?" he whispered. 

"Hm? The light?" You twirled your index finger. "It's coming from the windows. It's day time outside."

Jungwon looked around. "There are no windows."

"Bummer," you nodded, "I guess there aren't."

He pulled a face at your skeptical answers, and you smirked politely in return before you looked up again. The glasses perched lowly on your face and slid back toward your eyes. You adjusted it and placed your hands back on the wooden staff. 

"Is none of you going to answer me?" you asked as you gestured toward the newcomers. "We all know this isn't supposed to happen."

The spokesman tilted his head. From the lack of attention to the cryptic conversation, none of which he signed up for when he barged into the store, he was quickly losing patience. Shoving his arm forward into a beckoning wave, he hollered, "Hey! What are you two whispering about over there-"

The structure shook and cut off his sentence, which was nearly at its end. You stumbled at the abrupt commotion, but before you had to ground yourself with the staff, Jungwon reached out and steadied you by the back of your shirt.

He let go as soon as you gathered yourself, sheepishly stepping back only to find himself approaching you again when he turned to look at what caused the Earthquake.

Blood seeped from beneath a pair of wrinkled talons. Standing tall and unfamiliar above the talons was a bird with a woman's head. Its hair was long. Its color was identical to its feathers, so it was hard to decipher where the hair ends and feathers begin.

The bird woman had eyes like a hawk—sharp and uncanny—but it did not have a beak. It had ears and a nose but lacked dexterous arms and hands. 

When Jungwon adjusted his eyes at the horror, he realized the debt collectors chasing him the whole Christmas Eve were crushed to death by the bird woman. He carefully looked down at his feet and pursed his lips to prevent acid reflux, instinctively stepping away from the blood that had trailed to where he stood.

"Harpy!" you exclaimed accusingly. "A lot of work goes into preserving wooden floors!"

"I was helping," Harpy said. "It looks like they were bothering you."

You sighed. "We both know you didn't do that out of the goodness of your heart."

"Does it matter? The problem is solved," Harpy said.

"And it generated a new problem," you said, eyeing the dirty floor. "I have to clean this up."

Harpy tilted her head to glance behind you at the shrunken boy trying to hide behind you. She mused at the fact that he was almost a head too tall for that and because it had been a long time since a human had seen her in the flesh.

She must admit Jungwon's reaction was less entertaining than anticipated, but she understood. He still has to wrestle with himself to determine if he wants to believe in her or consider this an alarmingly realistic dream.

"Why don't you ask him to clean it up?" Harpy nudged her chin toward Jungwon's direction. "This all started because of him, anyway."

Jungwon flinched. You turned around to find him all shaken up from the sight. You considered the suggestion before reaching up to grab him by the chin. You tilted his head and examined his face, humming here and there as if critiquing him. 

"Do you know how to clean blood off wood?" you asked.

He nodded. "I was a housecleaner for two years."

"What a coincidence."

Harpy's musing made you whip around. "What do you know?"

"Me?" Harpy shrugged. "Nothing."

"Have you noticed any changes recently?" 

"No."

"This doesn't make sense," you muttered. "He's not supposed to be here. Four humans barged into the store today."

Harpy considered your words briefly before she looked up. She chirped lowly, her feathers moving along with the sound. Not long after, an orchestra of screeches sounded from above. Jungwon covered his ears at the sound akin to scratching a fork on a porcelain plate, but he suspected there was more than one bird woman in the structure. He didn't dare look up. He wanted to avoid catching eyes with one.

"Nobody has noticed anything different," Harpy said. "One of my daughters said the Oak Tree recently recruited a human boy at the Masquerade. What's his name? Jisung?"

"That's not abnormal," you pointed out. "Every employee working at the cosmic stores is human."

"Except for Jongseob and Soul.”

"Human souls. Human beings. Same difference."

"Agree to disagree," Harpy said. "If all are dead ends, then I suppose something happened to the veil." 

You grimaced. That was the last thing anyone needed. "That's difficult trouble."

"We've had incidents of a torn veil before," Harpy said. "I am most certain the issue will be fixed with time."

The conflicted expression on your face was unreasonable, but Harpy ignored it and turned the subject matter to Jungwon instead. She lifted hr feet from the corpses, her shift in weight forcing the floorboards to creak. She stared at Jungwon, her nail dripping with blood.

"I am going to take them home to feed the children," she said to him. "If you have anything to say to them, now is the time."

"He is in shock," you chimed in. "The least you can do is introduce yourself."

"I don't think that will be helpful," Jungwon muttered.

"Oh dear. Where are my manners." Harpy put her feet back atop the corpses, squirting what liquid remained inside. "My name is Harpy. I am a Harpy."

"A bird woman," you whispered. 

Harpy. A bird woman. The creature named herself exactly what it was. It was a convenient choice; Jungwon would give it that.

"Does this not bother you at all?" Jungwon turned to you after a moment of silence. The betrayed confusion in his tone helped stand up the hair on his neck. 

You shook your head. "They lived among us back when I was born, so this isn't new to me." 

"No! That's not-" Jungwon ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "That's not what I meant."

"I see." Your hand briefly slid down the jagged wood of your staff. You glanced at the corpses, the squashed organs melting together inside the blood and losing their individual value. The men could have had a more timely death, and it was unfortunate that they didn't. That was all you could muster. "I can't feel how you expect me to feel about it."

Jungwon dropped his arm to his side. He wasn't sure why he imposed any expectations on a stranger, anyway, or why he even cared how you felt about the death of three people you had never met.

He dropped his head but glanced toward the side through the gaps of his hair. His eyes fixated on the bloody sight, and he has long lost the urge to puke from disgust. 

He was relieved now. It would be a while before anyone chases him down for debt again. 

"I have nothing to say to them," Jungwon muttered. "Just take them away."

Harpy curled her talons to pick up what remained of the bodies. She looked at Jungwon after she prepared for take off. His distraught expression reminded her of you centuries ago when the willo-o'-the-whisps warpped you out of the Chimera's cave you mistakenly ventured inside to look for the magic lamp. Your naivety amused her to this day.

The magic lamp wouldn't be in the forest but in the catacomb or an underground ruin. 

"Let go, boy," she said. "Or it will consume you."

Jungwon raised his head with a grimace. "What?"

Harpy turned to you. "Best of luck to you."

"What?" You mirrored Jungwon's expression. 

A strong gust of wind accompanied the vanishing of the bird woman. She was gone in the blink of an eye; some might even say the wind was a distraction so no one would see where she flew off. 

You bit the inside of your cheek. Harpy's blessing was brief and confusing. It could have been that the bird woman knew something unrevealed to you, but why would she entertain the conversation about the broken veil if she already knew that wasn't the case?  If it wasn't a fractured veil, why would Jungwon be here, leading three more people inside the store? 

"We have to go talk to Seungmin."

"Who?" Jungwon scratched the back of his head and gestured toward the blood on the floor. "I can clean that up for you. Do you have detergent and a mop?"

"The blood can wait," you said. "We should find Seungmin.”

He tilted his head. "It'll be harder to clean if we wait."

You walked over to the pool and examined it briefly. Stomping the staff against the ground near it, You closed your eyes and whispered a sentence. The leaves that were irregularly sticking out of the vines wrapped spaciously around the shaft and danced without wind. Light shone out of the crevices of wood curled into the shape of a bee's nest. 

Everything stopped quickly after, or better yet, it returned to normal. You turned to Jungwon with a nod.

"That should do it," you said. 

He shook his head, his eyes widened in disbelief. "What did you even do?"

"I will explain on the way," you said, shuffling over to the door. You placed your hand on the doorknob and beckoned Jungwon to follow your with a head nudge. "Come on. We are heading to the tower."

Jungwon moved despite hanging strings of disbelief at his tongue. As he neared, you opened the door, and he paused. 

The dark, snowy roads he came from a few minutes ago have been replaced with bright greenery.  

The Repository was blue. It was scattered over with a hue so blue Jungwon thought it was a tower built underwater instead of sky-high. Not to mention, it was technically inside a tree, or he thought it was inside a tree because you led him through a gaping hole in one, and he came out the other side where the tower was.

The building has an eerie chill. There were no windows in the tower as far as he could see, only floor after floor of metal doors and books on walls. It didn’t feel like the air circulated. Still, it was cold. The kind of cold that sticks to Jungwon’s spine, the kind that makes him tremble without touching a single surface on his skin. 

There was a small table upon their entry. It wasn't a reception counter, but it acted like one. The librarian—a boy, seemingly older than Jungwon—already had what you needed on the desk when you arrived. 

Seungmin briefly scanned the book in his hand before he slammed it shut. He looked at you and nodded. "He is supposed to be here." 

Your shoulders raised in acknowledgment and then more in confusion. You shook your head, your tidy bangs barely shifting. “What else?”

Seungmin stared at you before he tipped the book over toward your face. "What else is you figuring it out for yourself. You can read."

Jungwon grimaced at Seungmin’s response but said nothing as you received the book and turned around. He followed you to a makeshift booth that looked like it was made by a person hacking at a tree log until there was a shape resembling a booth chair.

A soft seat cover draped neatly on top, and there were a few books stranded on the floor next to it. You dusted the seat cover and sat down, crossing your legs to put the thick book on your knee. 

"Let's see what it says." You opened the book and carelessly flipped toward the middle. 

Jungwon leaned over to take a peek. Ranging from the horrific Harpy and the sudden appearance of a magnificent forest, he wondered what kind of book it was to have the answers to your questions surrounding his untimely arrival. “What is this?"

"This is a Book of Life. It is as its name describes." You pressed a finger to the lines. "It details the beginning, the middle, and the end of a person's life."

Despite the immense curiosity, he recoiled from the information and looked away from the pages. Despite his less-than-suspicious actions, he rejected the concept. “There’s no way.”

“Why not?” you questioned through a dismissive chuckle. 

“I…” Jungwon inhaled. You raised a valid question, especially after everything you had shown him. From the changing doors to the sky-high tower, why wouldn’t a book like that exist? “I don’t know. I just can’t believe it.” 

“Mhm. You dropped out of high school?” you asked rhetorically. You continued to flip the pages and answered questions spilling out of your mouth. “Your mom had cancer. You took out an unofficial loan from a local gang to pay for medical treatment because your part-time jobs aren’t paying enough, but you got scammed, and she passed away anyway.”

“I’ve seen a lot of people in my life, but this takes the cake.” You whistled when you finished. “What are you, nineteen?”

“The book doesn’t tell you that?” Jungwon muttered as he turned away. Although he has unknowingly begun to suffocate from your casual tone as you recounted his lived experience, he made no attempt to remove himself from your presence.

He hadn’t wanted it to get to him. Not too much, at least. Not enough to force a spotlight on himself, which fleeing would promptly do. It has been over a year since his mother died. He cried once at her low-budget funeral, and when came the financial trouble with his debt, he got over it. 

He has to be over it. If he thought about his mother too much, he would have died. All this time swallowing his grief cannot be undone because he couldn't handle a stranger reading his life off a magical book. 

You peered at him and returned to the book, debating if you struck a fresh wound or Jungwon didn’t want to believe such a book existed. You made no attempt to apologize, even though it was your oversight.

"The Gods are real," you said after turning a few pages of the book. "They used to be people."

As Jungwon collected himself, he rubbed his fingers together. He stared ahead. "I wasn't thinking about that."

"Oh, I was just telling you,” you responded. "I don't know about your God, but my Gods are real. They are twins." 

"I'm not religious," he muttered, putting his hands into a praying gesture and leaning his chin against it. 

"That might matter," you chuckled lowly. "But you know there is one."

"Like I said," Jungwon rubbed his eyes, "I don't believe in those."

You looked up and breathed deeply, but it felt like a refreshing breath of air rather than one that eliminated all the stressors in your life. 

“It’s not about that, is it?” you mused. “Knowing and believing don’t have to coexist, and religion isn’t just about believing.”

Finally, after his hand dropped to his lap, Jungwon turned with tired eyes and sighed. “Right. Some people know he’s not real, so we don’t believe in him. Now that you told me there is a pair of Gods who do exist, that naturally makes it that the one we know is not real.”

"Truthfulness and correctness don't necessarily coincide either,” you said. You dipped your head to look at Jungwon. "Just because my Gods are confirmed to be true doesn't mean it's correct to say your God doesn't exist."

"You are basing this off a technicality," he said. 

"Sure," you mused. "There's nothing wrong with that. After all, it's not real faith if you need to confirm its reality before devoting to it."

"Then is he real?" Jungwon asked. "Is our God real?"

You closed the book and stood up. You shrugged. “How would I know? I've never met it before."

Jungwon leaned back at the useless answer with a scoff. He exhaled, his shoulders visibly relaxing as you left to find Seungmin at the counter, and he tried to find something else to focus on.

Something tangible, unlike the existence of a Book of Life or you and Seungmin's identity as otherworldly beings, or the question as to why your Gods never responded when he prayed for his mother's recovery.

Something tangible. Something easy to access. 

Jungwon got up from the seat and followed You back to Seungmin’s desk. You dropped the book on the table, leaving your hand on the cover as you leaned against it.

"So," Seungmin started, "what does it say?"

"Nothing," you responded curtly.

"Okay, don't tell me."

“No. There’s nothing,” you said. “The pages are still in the book, but the words were blurred together.”

Seungmin picked up the book slowly. With a raised brow, he flipped it to the last few pages he hadn’t accessed prior, and, as you mentioned, the pages were intact, but the content had been scrambled like watercolors mixed inside a bowl of water. He peered up at Jungwon and down at the pages, hummed in thought, then shut it, dropping it by his worksheet.

“My mistake,” he said. “The content is rearranging in real-time.”

The events detailed in a Book of Life were more similar to an ultra-accurate prediction of a set of predetermined factors of a person. It was partly the work of the cosmos and, for a lack of a better term, statistics.

Hence, it is typical for the content in a Book of Life to change according to deviations. However, when the whole second half of a book blanks out, that usually takes a miracle.

"What does that mean?" Jungwon asked, stepping forward so he could be in the know.

Seungmin turned to him. "It's exactly what I said. It erased its original content and is currently following your life because it can no longer predict it."

"Is that bad?" 

“No.” Seungmin shrugged. “It’s just a book. The only way for a meaningful change is if someone reads their book and modifies their actions. But you haven’t read it,” he lifted the book and tilted it side to side, “so it doesn’t matter what happens here.”

You nodded but couldn’t resist the urge to fiddle about with your hands. Something wasn’t adding up. From the short time you’ve known Jungwon, based entirely on a first impression, you could not pinpoint what was so special about him that warranted a miracle. 

He did bring three people with him through the store entrance, though. Could it be his affinity with magic? Magically gifted humans aren’t common, but with the help of the Cosmos, they are easy to pinpoint.

"Okay." You squinted your eyes at nothing. "Thanks."

“You’re welcome,” Seungmin said. “Are you going to be in the Green Hallow, or are you heading back to the store?”

"We should head back," you replied. "I kind of owe him an explanation."

Seungmin placed the book gently on the counter and nodded at Jungwon. "Good luck to you, then."

Jungwon frowned. He wondered why.

When you returned to the shop, the first thing you did was apologize for the mess. Jungwon wasn’t sure what you meant until you flipped the light switch. 

The hidden area revealed itself with each grand flicker of the lights that, once again, came from invisible bulbs.

Previously, shielding the hidden area was a wall that appeared to be an illusion, as it disappeared as soon as the light hit it. The hidden area was bigger than the main area of the store; it looked to be of a square structure, while the main area was of a narrower, rectangular structure. 

The room was as cluttered as you implied, but the more Jungwon looked at it, the more organized the mess seemed. 

There were multiple wooden tables organized the same way he remembered his high school’s art classroom did it. On top of the tables were trinkets and bigger objects, ranging from table cloth to farming equipment to treasure boxes and pearl necklaces hanging from their rusty locks.

Pulling himself back in hopes of seeing a bigger picture, Jungwon found there to be none. There was no pattern to the placements. Everything was where they were out of randomness. 

Stuck firmly to the wall were tidy shelves that served as a contrast to the tables. They were mainly littered with labeled jars and boxes, some potted plants, and books. These items were grouped and lined up neatly, indicating general importance or personal preference. 

“We should sit,” you said as you grabbed a hook pole leaning against a shelf. “We have a lot to talk about.”

You reached for a salt shaker on a wall shelf nailed at your face level and briefly dusted the hook with it. Carelessly returning the shaker, you extended the pole as you neared the center of the store.

Once it was of appropriate length, you hoisted it up into the dark ceiling and rummaged through it. Jungwon furrowed his brows as clanks and pangs sounded from the rummaging before you finally hooked onto something and pulled it down with one strong sweep. 

A metal pan fell from the ceiling. Once it hit the ground, it bounced, and the material stretched. Following a stream of uncomfortable and jarring sounds came a single couch stretched into by a cooking pan.

You scratched your head sheepishly when the air quieted again, and you tapped the couch twice with the hook before the noise circulated again to return the pan back the way it was.

“Sorry about that. It is also really messy up there,” you said after throwing the pan high. It didn’t come back down. You brought the hook pole up again and shifted it left and right. When You noticed Jungwon’s incredulous stare, you informed casually, “It’s a pocket ceiling. I gave up the lights for it.” 

“Really,” Jungwon hummed sardonically. “I couldn’t tell.” 

Giving him a brief pointed stare, you stopped as if you had come across something immobile. You thrashed the pole around briefly before finally pulling a red and gold velvet drape down. It moved exactly like the metal pan when it fell on the floor, except the drape was slower and more graceful as it shifted into a single couch.

You dusted the seat once the transformation was over and stepped to the side to present it to Jungwon.

“Ta-da!” You sang. “This drape has been around since the Renaissance.”

Jungwon hummed in acknowledgment. The sound of you shifting the pole around to find something suitable as couch fabric faded into the background. He dusted the seat, assuming it had never seen the light of day since the Renaissance, and sat down. “That’s the art movement?”

“It is. I wasn’t around Europe at that time so I missed it, but it was of great artistic significance!” You patted your chest with an approving nod 

“You were gone from Europe for three centuries?” Jungwon raised a brow. He noticed you had pulled something down from the ceiling, but he did not catch what it was. Standing beside you was a single couch with a polka dot pattern, so he assumed it must be home decorations again.

“Traveling outside of Earth takes a lot of time and effort,” you said as you sat down. You soothed out your pinafore. “Well, at least that’s how it was back then since I was still mapping the places. I also used a pen and paper, so there were no shortcuts!”

Habitual suspicion vanished from his throat. It has been a while since he left The Repository, which was one of the more defining pieces of evidence that cut his disbelief short.

From the Harpy to the magical tree, and finally to the sky-high tower built inside said tree—all of which he saw with his naked eyes or walked through with his feet. His suspicion of the supernatural has mostly eliminated itself and was replaced with curiosity.

“There are places outside of Earth?” he asked.

“Oh, great! You’re starting it.” You clapped in relief before you settled to answer. “They are places outside of Earth and within Earth. Some exist in space, some exist beyond time and space, and those within Earth are in a shielded reality that normal humans cannot access.”

“Do you remember me talking about a veil with Harpy?” 

“Yeah.”

There are three commonly used spells for spacial alterations: a veil, a barrier, and a ward.

A veil is invisible and can be walked through by anyone, but only those who possess magic can access the duplicated reality inside the veil. Whatever is done inside a veil does not transfer outside, so the original reality will not be affected. If there has been a hazardous event with great infrastructural damage, fixing it is as easy as sealing the veil.

However, it only applies to what is duplicated. People who enter the veil after its creation are not considered so.

A barrier colors itself a blurry, transparent grey so people outside it can faintly look into it. A barrier cannot be entered or exited once it is created. Whatever happens inside a barrier simply happens. 

A ward functions similarly to a barrier, except it is explicitly used to keep things out. Exiting a ward is possible, but entering it is not unless one is the creator of the ward. Whatever happens inside a ward also just happens.

There are an uncountable amount of magical beings. Most of the humanoids usually live among others, while some others have created both open and gated communities in suburban areas.

There are faeries and dryads, witches and sorcerers, mushroom rings and moon pools. Tiny creatures hanging around each corner of the place that he would miss out on if he stopped paying attention. 

“There are also Entities, but I don’t deal with them too much,” you said. “The workers at the cosmic shops tend to get trouble from them the most because of the affinity they collect from troubled humans.”

Jungwon fiddled with his thumbs in recognition. He remembered hearing you talk about that briefly with Harpy. “They hire humans.”

“They do, but most of them are magically inclined, which is necessary for them to be, considering the risks,” you said. “Unfortunately, humans have a lot of offer.”

Vampires enjoy human blood; Eodukseoni feeds off of fear; An incubus and a succubus, and many more others, drain people’s life force. Humans are a reservoir of delicious food for a majority of magical beings. Hence, the cosmic stores would get attacked, as their services leave a great deal of emotional residue from humans.

“On the topic of being magically inclined!” You straightened from the chair and got up. “I need you to do something.”

You shuffled to the back of the counter and vanished once you crouched. Jungwon pushed his back away from the chair and barely raised his head to check out any movement. You stood up soon with a jade crystal in your hand. You left from behind the counter and returned to the seats.

You handed Jungwon the crystal before beckoning for his hands. You helped him cup it tightly, putting your palms over his hands and pulling it toward your face. 

Jungwon’s hands trembled, a faint blush appearing on his face when your breath hit his skin as you spelled. You released him when it was over. 

“Try to change the shape of the crystal,” you said.

“What?” Jungwon raised a brow. He looked at it and weighed it on one hand. It was heavy. “With brute force?”

“No, with magic,” you clarified as you slumped on your couch. “I gave you some of mine, so all you have to worry about is giving the crystal a different shape.” 

Jungwon looked down at the jade crystal. You sprung this on him so suddenly that he paused on the spot, not knowing what to do. He didn’t know the first thing about using magic, and he figured it was too cliché to close his eyes, concentrate, and visualize. Those were methods shown in movies. Yesterday, he still thought they were fake. 

“What am I supposed to do?” he asked.

You shrugged. “Close your eyes, concentrate, and visualize?”

“Okay,” he deadpanned. “Is there a spell for this?”

“No. Modification is a process, so it’s less about chanting and more about how you let the magic trickle out as you shape it,” you said. “But don’t worry about making a perfect shape for now. Worry about being able to use the magic.”

Jungwon sighed deeply as he rolled his eyes to refresh his mind. The only thing he knew was that he couldn’t feel anything abnormal. His body wasn’t cooler or hotter, heavier or lighter. However much magic you borrowed him has integrated perfectly into his body. His best-case scenario was either to do as you suggested or reject doing the task at all. 

“What am I doing this for?” he asked, lowering the crystal onto his lap.

“I need to check if you are magically inclined enough to work here,” you replied after humming in thought. 

“The pawn shop has a preplanned list of customers that will be temporarily allowed access inside a veil and be led directly into this store on the day of their planned entry. You and the men who chased after you were not part of the list. The veil surrounding this area was not torn either. I was compelled to believe you came here for a reason: to start a new life.”

Jungwon tightened his grip on the crystal, not realizing the faint glow seeping through his fingers. A new life would be compelling if he didn’t already take on so many responsibilities. After his mother passed away, he focused on working the days away to make back the money he owed. He also didn’t want to think about the amateur mistake he made trusting strangers for financial aid. 

Some of his jobs held no emotional value, so it wouldn’t be a problem to up and leave without so much as a two-week notice. He would likely put in a paid time off request and pray for the best. Other jobs were managed by kinder others or involved people he’s grown to like and care for.

He wouldn’t owe anybody an explanation for why he’s abruptly leaving; even if he did tell them, they wouldn’t have believed him. But he didn’t want to abandon anyone without a reason. 

Considering the nature of everything about the cosmos and the businesses being operated inside the know, he assumed once he decided to work at your pawn shop, being able to return to the regular human world would be a rare trip.

The outside world intrigued him. He didn’t think it would bore anyone living in the city and working a dead-end job. There were many more things to discover, learn, and do. But he couldn’t leave his life for it.

He couldn’t leave his mother there. 

“Earth will be here when you come back,” you said, breaking his train of thought. You smiled when Jungwon looked up, and then you pointed at his lap, where the crystal was formed into an irregular shape of sharp edges with a swirl of an unrecognizable color. “That’s fantastic news.”

He carefully lifted the object and examined it. His curiosity changed its color into a brighter, warmer shade, and his confusion forced it down into a dimmer tone. He huffed in pleasant surprise. You grinned to herself, delighted that his intrigue in magic remained despite the uncertainty. 

“Look, Jungwon,” you said. “If you have a place to stay, I don’t mind if you clock out and go home at the end of the day. It’ll just be like a regular job.”

“Oh,” he muttered, looking back at you and lowering his hand. “I guess I assumed wrong.” 

“Well, not really,” you said. “I was planning to make space for you at the shop because the book told me you are currently living at a homeless shelter. Obviously, it will be easier for me if you do make this place your home because then you can work twenty-four hours a day.”

Jungwon frowned. “That’s not convincing me.”

“Some resources can only be collected at night.” You shrugged. “That’s just how the world is. We can’t do anything about that.”

He faltered. There was no good reason for him to refuse the opportunity besides sheer unwillingness. Even then, he knew he wasn’t entirely against the idea.

There was nowhere for him to go when he leaves, and the debt will eventually catch up to him again. It could even be worse knowing that there are families out there waiting for those men to return. The pawn shop was more than a job opportunity or a chance to explore a magical world. It’s a safe haven from his life. 

“What does the job entail?” Jungwon asked. “I’m just asking to grasp what I have to do. I’m not turning the offer down.” 

You turned your head slightly and squinted your eyes. “Are you accepting it?”

Jungwon rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Yeah?”

“And you plan to go home at the end…” You dragged the end of the sentence longer, waiting for him to respond.

He blushed with embarrassment, looking away. “Actually, I’d like a place to stay if that’s… not an issue.”

“Oh great!” You jolted up from the couch and reached over. You removed the crystal from his hands and warmed it with your palm. It immediately returned to its original shape. After, you beckoned at Jungwon. “Get up. We’ve got a lot to do!”

He did as You you, slowly and unsurely. “Like what? An orientation?”

“That, and other things. We have to rearrange my room to fit a bed for you,” you said. “We have to go back to the oak tree, and then make you a bed, and then get you a wand, and–“

“There’s more?”

“Well, yeah.” You nodded. “We are going to find a good place in the Green Hallow.”

“For what?”

“So we can properly bury your mother.”

[onefleshonepod]

ID: A digital collage of "The Empress” tarot card as Commander Wake from the Locked Tomb series. The card shows a framed daguerrotype portrait of Wake at a wayside stone shrine reminiscent of a shrine to the Virgin Mary, with offerings of candles, syringes, microscope slides, and a diver’s bell. Wake is a Māori woman with moko wearing a hei-tiki, crowned with the twelve-star crown of the Virgin Mary. Above the shrine is an image of a baby floating on water, from Taranga by Robyn Kahukiwa, a contemporary Māori artist and scholar. In the background is an abstract swirl of teal, red, orange, and black. Wake’s image is from a photograph in the collection of Te Papa of an unknown Māori woman from the 1870s. The left side of the card shows the upright meaning of The Empress and reads, “Motherhood | The Natural World | Sensuality | Pregnancy | New Opportunity | Nurturing | Abundance” in all caps. The right side of the card shows the reversed reading and reads “Unwanted Pregnancy | Stagnation | Financial Issues | Negligence | Smothering | Lack of Growth” in all caps. The base of the card reads "The Empress | Wake” in a retro 1970s-style font. Before “Wake” is her full name in smaller text: Commander Awake Remembrance of These Valiant Dead Kia Hua Ko Te Pai Snap Back to Reality Oops There Goes Gravity.”

I think Wake, if she were a real person, would resent being used as an image of motherhood — an experience she hated and found so traumatic that her memories infected and destroyed Harrow’s River bubble in Harrow the Ninth. However, as a literary symbol of the Virgin Mary, narrative foil of The Emperor, and mother of the main character, I thought she was a fitting choice for the Empress. She embodies the meanings of the card in many ways:

As the commander of Blood of Eden, the group fighting the necromantic empire, Wake is symbolic of life and the natural world. As someone whose impulses in love led to affairs with not one but two enemy leaders, she symbolizes sensuality as well. Her story fits perfectly with the reversed meanings of this card, especially unwanted pregnancy and stagnation as a revenant in Gideon’s sword.

For the design of this card, I was inspired by the framed portraits of Wake we see in the Blood of Eden shuttle in Harrow the Ninth and in the Troia Cell meeting in Nona the Ninth. I imagined that Blood of Eden might have a tradition of leaving offerings at wayside shrines similar to the outdoor shrines to Mary and other saints seen in Catholic countries around the world.

We know that the Nine Houses only have early, labour-intensive forms of photography and print-making, so I chose to use a very old photograph for Wake. She is wearing the twelve-star crown of the Virgin Mary, just like the twelve-star crown of the Empress in the Rider-Waite-Smith card. The top of the card, showing Gideon as a baby, brings in the water and nature imagery from the RWS card.

[travelingthief]

Lord Apollo Devotional Post

Divination

Tarot/Oracle decks

Pendulums

Rune stones

Charm casting supplies

Crystal balls

Scrying bowls

All divination tools

Cookie fortunes

Tea leaves

Art

Paint brushes/paints

Canvases

Colored pencils/markers/crayons

Collages

Journals

Art books

Art prints

Anything you made

Sculptures 

Zines

Stickers

Any art supplies

Music

Music boxes

Records/CDs/Cassettes

Record players/radios/MP3 etc.

Headphones

Music posters

Band merch

Instruments/String instruments

Dance shoes

Concert tickets

CD book holders

Sun and Light

Sun imagery

Sunscreen

Aloe for sunburns

Golden objects

Matches

Candles

Sunflowers/sunflower seeds

Health and Healing

First aid kits

Medicine

Pain relievers

Band-aids

Ice/heat packs

Rice socks 

Masks

Aloe

Ambulance toy cars

Adaptive aids

Archery 

Darts

Bow and arrows

Arrow quiver

Dart board

Targets 

Bullseye 

Myth Related

Snake skins

Snake imagery (Python)

Laurels

Bay leaves (Daphne)

Palm trees (Birth myth)

Ravens/Crows 

Crow feathers (Why the crow is black)

Cattle/turtles (Hermes birth myth)

Swans (Pulled His chariot)

Hyacinths (Hyacinthus)

Locks of hair 

Food

Vanilla

Honey

Sunny D

Lemons/lemon juice

Oranges/orange juice

Citrus

Water

Devotional Acts

Health

Take your meds

Go to therapy

Exercise

Wear a mask (We are still in a pandemic y’all)

Get vaccinated

Get STI tested

Self care

Learn first aid/CPR

Keep a first aid kit at home/in your car

Learn about alternative medicine

Advocate for accessible healthcare

Advocate for disability rights

Volunteer at a hospital

Give blood/plasma

Volunteer at a retirement home

Learn about anatomy/biology/nutrition

Learn about health conditions/rare disorders

Eat healthy for your body

Help fund surgeries if you can

Trip sit for someone

Listen to your body

Sunlight

Sunbathe

Wear sunscreen

Start a garden

Make sun water

Open all the windows on a sunny day

Music

Go to a concert/show

Listen to music

Make a playlist for someone you love

Make a playlist for Apollo

Learn an instrument/play and instrument

Dance

Sing

Support local bands

Explore new music

Burn CDs

Divination/Prophecy

Daily tarot card/rune stones

Make an oracle deck

Give divination readings

Shadow work

Colormancy

Art

Make something

Draw/paint/craft

Write a poem/story

Color

Make a zine

Go see a play

Get a tattoo

Archery

Throw darts

Use a slingshot

Take up archery

Go to a shooting range

[crazylittlejester]

im in such a yapping mood today and i feel like ive made a post like this before but this is how i personally think the Links would dress in a modern era

Time: in a casual setting I know he wears the dark jeans + black band shirt combo and sometimes he’ll tie his hair up if he gets hot. it’s not an intentional fashion statement, he’s not trying to dress a certain way on purpose by any means he just dresses like a guy who plays guitars but says its “just a hobby” (he owns at least three.) and its just the shirt and the pants, there are no accessories, he’s just your father who hasn’t listened to new music or gone clothes shopping since the 80s (/j) but he can absolutely clean up nice and looks good when he needs to

Warriors: Possibly the sluttiest thing a man can wear (/j) is a cardigan sweater and he owns like. 12 of them. and generally just a lot of very nice sweaters, and there are a lot of dark grays and blues in his closet with the occasional green. he always dresses his best, he wouldn’t be caught dead leaving his house in like, a t shirt and jeans. whether or not he’s actually wealthy, he certainly dresses like he is, he pours all of his money into high quality coats and scarves and nice shoes

Twilight: Dean Winchester. Next. (but seriously, the jeans, boots, plain gray shirt and a flannel is EXACTLY how he’d dress)

Sky: Whatever he’s got on, he looks so fucking comfortable. Definitely big fluffy sweaters, I know he’s a guy who likes to be snug and cozy because why face the horrors of the world without feeling like your sweater is giving you a mom hug? I can see him in a lot of white, ivory, orange, brown, and green. Not super bright colors, he definitely has a sort of fall vibed color pallet and sense of style

Hyrule: He’s the personification of those “forest core” outfit collage boards you see on pintrest but he’s not just doing it for aesthetic, it’s all functional. Like he has a little bag he keeps tied to his belt because he goes out and hunts for berries or mushrooms in the woods. he has a leather bound journal that also clips to the belt because he likes writing about what he finds in the woods. He’s your friend who calls you after going missing for four hours like “hey can you come pick me up?” and when you get to his location he’s covered in dirt and says “i got lost…”

Legend: his EXACT style varies quite a bit, but he’d define it as alt. he wears skirts a lot, not all the time but a lot, and has a lot of layers and jewelry. he definitely will go on pissed off rants about how he got bullied for his clothes in middle school and high school and he’s mad that now people are dressing alt because they think its “quirky” and buying things like bags or pants with patches and pins already on them, and he will rant about this twice a week. hes sick and tired of getting called emo not because hes against being emo, it just seriously annoys him when people see someone with dyed hair wearing dark clothes and call them emo based on that alone

Wild: It depends on the days activities, but he likes to look cute. Lots of pretty hairstyles and earrings, bright colors too. DEFINITELY A BIG PANTS LITTLE SHIRT KINDA GUY, and he’s absolutely made a few of his outfits by hand. and ofc he has “gremlin outfits” for when he goes off exploring with Hyrule

Four: Similar to Time with the band shirt + jeans combo, but on the opposite end of the spectrum because he’s bright and colorful. He’s also the most likely to walk around with a shirt with mothman on it and then when people ask him about it talk about it as if he 100% believes mothman is not only out there, but there to get HIM specifically no matter where he goes on the planet

Wind: memes. he has tshirts with memes on them, and he’s the most likely to wear fandom merch and stuff like that. he’s 13/14 he doesn’t put a whole lot of thought into what he’s got on, he’s just against shoes. he’s the one kid who’s always got sandals on even if its fucking snowing because he’s anti socks and shoes

[fayewoodss]

hello I am here to ask what art movements you relate to the dream team

Okay, let's do this! LONG POST! *cracks knuckles* 😤

George

I'm starting with George bc I'm a shameless Golo and he lives in my head like a worm.

I immediately associate George with expressionism. Now, this may seem strange considering his personal aesthetics are very designer streetwear and techwear, which in many way is the opposite of expressionism. However, in a lot of his wardrobe and overall personal tastes, he does have small bits of appreciation for expressionism.

For example, this Supreme shirt of his displays the piece "Reaper" by artist Josh Smith. Josh Smith is a contemporary post-modern artist and not from the original expressionist movement, but his work holds a lot of traits to expressionist artist Edvard Munch. Though I do have criticisms of Supreme and their foundation being in appropriation of Barbara Krueger, taking her anti-consumerist work and messaging to create a consumerism giant, I do admire that they've grown to collaborate, credit, and pay artists through their clothes.

(Josh Smith with Supreme and Edvard Munch)

Expressionism is very broad in style and artistry because it was the movement all about expressing personal taste and emotions through art, rather than capturing scenes as close to reality as possible (impressionism). I shared a post a few days ago about George's precious Discord profile pictures and both of them displayed a broad and vibrant spectrum of color, one being a palette knife piece and the other being a splatter piece. Now, these aren't necessarily expressionism. Like Josh Smith's work, they are post-modernist and abstract contemporary, but the usage of color and freedom in strokes puts them in a similar category.

Now, my final reasoning for George being expressionism is purely just Vincent Van Gogh. I am biased as George is my fave and Van Gogh is my fave, but recently a theory emerged about Van Gogh that he was likely red-green colorblind. When we look at Van Gogh's color palettes. He heavily relies on blues and yellows that fall within the protanopia color spectrum, whereas when he uses greens, reds, and oranges, they are often used as shading for blue and yellow. There are instances where he uses red and green with intention (his self portraits and the painting of his room), but even then when he uses red-green, it is not in a way that follows usual color theory.

It is impossible to know if Van Gogh was actually colorblind or had a color deficiency, but I do think it is a strong theory that supports his art and adds a new layer of perspective to it. Especially considering he was very unsuccessful in his lifetime and his artwork was often considered jarring and not appreciated.

George's color blindness is also fascinating to me, as per his own on stream tests, he has tested both as severe and mild, so unless we had George's vision, we don't realize exactly how much color he truly can see. But in the parasocial box in my mind, I think he would enjoy Van Gogh and expressionism as a whole.

(Vincent Van Gogh, original work left, work with protanopia filter right)

Dream

In my collage post, I mentioned impressionism for Dream, and while I do believe that to an extent, I personally think Dream might fit more into illustration and outsider art.

Illustration is an easy one to talk about because so much of his brand is simplistic and stylized in a very graphic and illustrative way. His very icon, the black and white Microsost paint smiley on the eye straining neon green, is playful, memorable, and recognizable. It's easy to replicate and remember, and through the artists and designers on his merch team, it's able to be reimagined and expanded upon.

For some context, I originally went to school for illustration, but very quickly switched into fine arts, so my knowledge of illustration as an industry is not as deep as it could be, but I know that reproduction and recognition are definitely pushed as important.

Stepping away from Dream's own branding with illustration, I think there is a strong connection from Dream to outsider art as well.

I am a huge fan of outsider art. I took multiple classes on it.I love outsider music and poetry. It is overall a movement I greatly enjoy. However, as a disclaimer, the origins of outsider art as a movement and category for art are very dubious and unethical. I won't get into all of it here, but when outsider art was initially coined, it was very exploitative of the mentally ill, disabled people, people of color, etc. I think as time has gone on and outsider art and artists alike gained audiences that were more appreciative and good faith, it has transformed into something more wholesome and celebratory.

Dream is a self-made individual. He didn't go into YouTube, content creation, and merchandising with previous learned knowledge. He's very open about being self-taught in most of his skills and endeavors. Outsider art at its core is about the uninitiated and the self-taught pursuing artistic endeavors without the fear or stress of the institution of art.

Daniel Johnston is the most notable artist within outsider music, but he was also a visual artist as well. His work is naive and honest, even when it is hamfisted and fumbled. He is genuine and truthful, but often to a fault. But he grew a cult audience that loved and appreciated him, even through his worst moments.

A little personal interjection, but I am a huge fan of Daniel and his work spoke to me through high school as someone who spent most of my life with undiagnosed autism. His death genuinely shook me and I remember the day he died so vividly that in some ways I'm still grieving. I recommend exploring his music with my whole chest, even if it may not be to your taste.

I do think in the modern world, a lot of people drawn to outsider art and the act of being self-taught in fields of interest are neurodivergent. Dream has been very open about having ADHD, and even mentioned possibly being on the [autism] spectrum (though that question was asked in a very invasive way, so I take Dream's answer with a grain of salt). I think that adds another level of connection/relation to outsider art.

I could go on and on about outsider art and how amorphous it's definitions have become, but I'll stop there for now.

(Works of Daniel Johnston)

Sapnap

In my opinion, I think Sapnap is the most open about his interests and personal aesthetics. Even if it's not a direct comment on it, he has the most furnished and decorated office, he has a clear and consistent sense of style with favored brands and imagery, and he's a big fan of anime and adult animation. He also advertises the most out of the Dream Team, so, like, get the bag, but also I'm going to tease him with art movements that directly comment on consumerism and advertisement.

Right away, I think appropriation and pop art.

Appropriation can be a scary word as we often hear it in the context of theft or bigotry. Even within the world of art, appropriation is a touchy subject as we try to define what is transformative appropriation and what is plagiarism, reference back to Supreme and Barabara Krueger.

I actually saw a Barbara Krueger show in real life, and it was nothing short of breathtaking. It was overwhelming and in your face. It was uncomfortable and eye-opening. It both meant nothing and everything as you were faced with false advertisements, bold statements, and consumerist culture.

(Barbara Krueger at the Art Institute of Chicago, 2021)

The biggest name in pop art is Andy Warhol, and when it comes to Warhol, you either hate him or you love him. The man is surrounded by controversies, both good and bad, but I won't deny his influence on contemporary art. I think his bold colors, high contrast, and play on reproduction in art all fit Sapnap's personal aesthetics, similar to Dream with illustration. But in more modern pop art, I think a lot about my friend and colleague David Hernandez. David's art is provocative and at times uncomfortable, but he uses a lot of ideas and concepts from pop art and appropriation to appeal to a more modern audience, playing into nostalgia growing up in the age of the internet in a way that is reactionary. His work can be very NSFW and outright gooner brained, so if you do seek out his art, be warned of that nature. Still, his skill is insane because he uses acrylic, oil, and spray paint to make pieces that feel as if they were done digitally.

(David Hernandez)

I hope these make sense, and maybe you even found a new artist/art movement to enjoy! I do think there is flexibility within these and plenty of other movements and artists that fit these creators (like impressionism with Dream even though I didn't include it), but these stand out to me the most as fitting their identities and personal aesthetics and interests.

If anyone has more they want to add or discuss, please reblog and/or comment because I would love to hear from others on this!

[fantasy-anatomy-analyst]

Combining Creatures

(image description: sketch of a cat-like creature with a long prehensile tail and a back full of sharp quills. the creature is crouched in an angry defensive pose. above it is the title "cohesive chimeric design". end description.)

combining different animal traits to make a new creature is such a common part of fantasy world that the word most frequently used to describe it is the name of an ancient greek monster that combined a lion, goat, and snake. Now, the original chimera is usually depicted with a lion head, a goat head, and a snake for a tail, usually all attached to a lion body. But I and many other people prefer to combine our creatures in more cohesive ways, trying to make them look like whole living beings, not a frankenstein creation (though those certainly have their place and I do not disparage anyone who prefers them!)

I get asked about this topic a lot, so I'm just putting my advice in one post now! and for my example, I'm going to be using the original chimera as inspiration and combining the features of a lion, goat, and snake.

the first steps are identifying the creatures you want to combine and the end result you want to reach. These two steps are pretty interchangeable! Maybe you already know you want to combine a pig and a racoon, but you're not sure what your end result should be. Or maybe you know you want to make a creature that lives underground and digs holes to catch prey walking over it, using different real life animal traits, but you haven't decided which animals to use.

it's alright to take your time thinking things over and working out the details, and you should never be afraid of doing things over if the creation process brings you some new ideas! It's so rare for a first attempt to be the final result. think about the purpose this creature will serve in your project, do some research on mythological creatures and real animals that have similar behaviors and traits, and adjust your concept until you're satisfied.

and i already know this post will be so long, so the rest is under a cut.

My idea for the chimera design here is that I didn't want it to have multiple heads. Multiple heads is already a difficult design to make believable, and having three heads that are all so different from each other is just a lot to work with. I needed it to look monstrous and I needed the three animals to still be recognizable in the design while also blending them together until it looked a bit more natural.

step one: identify end result and base creatures. Chimera. Lion, goat, snake. find reference images.

(image description: a photo collage of a lion with a partly black mane, a small brown and white goat, and a cobra snake, as well as an old black and orange plate with a chimera design in the middle. end description.)

I picked a cobra for the snake because it matches with the general region that chimeras originate from and also because the hood has a similar shape to the lion's mane. which brings me to the next step!

step two: identify similarities and differences between your base creatures.

(image description: same as above, but now the animals have been colored over in flat shades to show how their body parts match or differ in shape. end description.)

the goat and lion have more in common with each other than they do with the cobra, because they're both quadrupedal mammals while the snake is a legless reptile. but! all three animals have a roughly oblong face shape, and the lion's tail is long and flexible like the snake's, as well as the matched shape of the mane and hood. the coloration of all three animals also look a little similar, with all of them having some level of contrasting light and dark patches.

step three: start sketching out the details.

combine the similar traits, emphasize the different ones. focus on designing the parts that will really make your creature recognizable, and the traits that will be the most important. make some full body drafts! do it as many times as you need to get things looking the way you want. compare and contrast different ideas!

(image description: sketches of a chimera's different important body parts and the full body shape and pose. there are two different eye designs, one with a snake's vertical pupil and one with a goat's horizontal pupil. likewise, there are two foot designs focused on a more lion-like shape and a more goat-like shape, and also two different snout designs with one being snake-like and the other being lion-like. there are also sketches of a snake-like head with goat horns and lion ears, a front-facing head with the cobra-like hood shape, and a long snake-like tail with a furred tuft at the end end description.)

step four: finalize your idea.

as fun as it is to keep sketching, you do have to finish things at some point! pick your favorite ideas and move forward with them. give yourself one good final design and stick with it, making adjustments on it instead of creating more new ideas.

(image description: a new chimera design colored in a terracotta orange with white and black stripes and spots all over its body. it has a snake-like head with twisted horns, a short goat-like beard, and a swooping furred cobra hood. its ears are short and rather cat-like, its feet have long sharp cloven hooves, and its tail is curled over its back with a furred tuft at the end. its mouth is wide open, teeth bared and forked tongue sticking out. end description.)

look at that! I had a lot of fun drawing it! step five is to polish your design, whatever that means for you. I'm going to leave this one just as it is, because my idea of a polished design takes hours and I don't feel like doing all that right now. I could paint it out in full and make the textures and colors much cleaner and more obvious.

one important step of polishing, for me, is also making sure your creature fits in the world you're making it for. give it natural behaviors, figure out how it interacts with other creatures and people in the setting. this extra step will really make your world feel more alive and coherent!

the most important step of course is to enjoy your creative work! you've got cool ideas and you should be proud of that!

[poorgirlinpoorworld]

Masterlist of my art ✨

- All my art is under #poor girl art - color orange mean newest art!

Meet The Artist: Meet ME

The Maze Runner:

My The Maze Runner OC - Martha:

My first design with lore

Redesign

Art trend

Martha and Gally:

On his lap

By the fire

Kisses GIF

Titties MEME

Thoughts MEME

Don’t leave me

Reunion hug

Missing shirt (tw. ass on display)

Sketchbook (video)

New mommy and daddy MEME

Martha and others characters:

Martha and Barbara (Barb is @scodelariolover oc)

Martha, Minho and Newt

Martha and Zart

Martha and Gladers in Hogwart AU (Requested by @kitkat-moon )

What’s for dinner (Frypan)

Martha and Chuck

Martha and other OCs

Martha and her besties (Minho, Newt)

Better days (Martha, Gally, Chuck)

Other tmr fanarts:

Sketch of boys (Thomas, Newt, Minho, Frypan, Gally)

Gladers in Hogwart AU (Frypan, Minho, Thomas, Newt, Gally)

Our broken hearts (Minho, Gally, Thomas, Newt)

Minewt

Protective Gally (Thomas, Frypan, Minho, Newt, oc!Martha)

Newtmas (requested by @kitkat-moon)

Ivy Trio meme (requested by @kitkat-moon)

Drunk Newt (+ Minho)

Gay and others (Newt, Thomas, Minho, Frypan)

Newtmas (requested by @kitkat-moon)

Newt with a mullet

Eyes (Thomas, Newt, Minho)

Eyes 2.0 (Thomas, Newt, Minho)

Minewt kissing

Ivy Trio ships (Newtmas, Thominho, Minewt)

Newt death

Ivy trio piggy back ride

Newtmas - Avatar AU (Na'avi Newt, soldier Thomas)

Cuddly Minewt

Gally meme (Video)

Barbara & Cora (@controversiallynn & @kobrafangs oc's)

Besties (Newt, Teresa - request)

Thomesa (request)

Napping medjacks

Pool fight (Thomas, Newt, Minho, Gally)

Trenda

Minally

Group B (requested)

Harriet & Sonya Marmay

Collage life (Thomas, Newt, Minho)

Ivy trio Marmay

Modern Frypan

Movie Jorge & Book Jorge (requested)

TMR as animals:

Minho - black panther

Newt - stag

TMR T-shirt Memes - all of them HERE:

Gay, Abortion, Slut, Big Dick (Newt, Thomas, Minho, Frypan)

Get along t-shirt (Gally, Thomas)

Cunt Era (Thomas, Brenda)

Clinically insane (Newt)

Big guy (Gally)

Business in the front, party in the back (Minho)

Okay but why (Chuck, Alby)

Your mom (Brenda)

I eat glue (Thomas, Newt, Minho)

Gaslighting (Thomas, Teresa)

Pink baby girl (Minho)

Black Mirror Bandersnatch:

Colin Ritman

Colin and my OC

WIPs:

Jacked and kind (Martha and Gally)

I only draw as a hobby, but I hope there are people here who enjoy seeing what I create 🧡

[simpingforthemm]

nicky nichols x fem!reader collage

a year has passed since I have watched oitnb and that woman is still fine 😍

[cyborgjack]

Ficbind complete for a Disco Elysium fanfic I was absolutely delighted to find, because it’s illustrated!

The Long View Down by Rin/kriegersan on AO3 was a well-written continuation of the game with the new perspective of the NPC no one wants to disappoint: Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi. It reads like a noir book and I tried to keep it flimsy like noir often is, but I did use some of this bright orange handmade paper for a book of my own (I used it for a book I was sending to my friend that's in a completely different fandom—handmade paper is the gift that keeps giving and giving and giving...).

Couldn’t resist taking it to the toilet, where Harry belongs.

I’ve followed J. R. Doyle’s comics and illustration work since the early days of Knights Errant and absolutely love their style. It fits in so well with the dark storyline, and had the bonus of being black-and-white already so I could still print it successfully!

I went for a kind of old-fashioned way of including the illustrations—I added quotes from the text under the pictures, as I perceived them fitting into the story. I had an appendix of the illustrations and quotes at the end of the book.

I collaged the title page out of illustrations throughout the story. The summary lines are there, too, set up in the style of trashy paperback bodice-rippers. I’m pretty proud of this one, in spite of the flaws I see! I’m going to see if a friend wants to read it. I feel like a lot of Disco Elysium stories stand well on their own, with their mystery plots and otherworldly setting. I might be biased, though; I loved this game.

[yeetmyboi]

Chapter 2 : “Kerosene… is nothing but perfume to me.”

a/n: MDNI pls. ghostxreader. collage by me, i don’t own the images. Chapter title is a quote from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury.

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Jet fuel always had a way of burning the hairs in your nostrils. The way it hung in the air like a haze. The smell was strong enough to give you a slight headache. Still, it was comforting. Something familiar to keep you awake and rooted in the present.

As promised, that burner directed you when and where you needed to be. Some rundown airfield far outside the city. Right at the break of dawn.

The sun was just peeking over the horizon when you were walking up. Painting the sky in almost brush-like strokes of orange and pink. Bathing everything in it’s warm golden glow.

It was a fairly empty airfield, only having a cracking tarmac and a rusty old building. Definitely looked unused. Though given that you’re here now, you can’t too certain about that.

That abandoned building had definitely seen better days. Nearly covered in rust and overgrowth. Patches of grass were poking through the cracks of broken asphalt. Nature seemed to be pushing back against the man-made structures. An effort you fully supported. With everything you’ve seen, and done, seeing nature take back what man once took was a comforting sight.

Overall, it was a peaceful scene. One that feels out of place for what you’re actually there for.

You stood there on the cracked black tarmac, back straight and shoulders relaxed. Confident but ready. You did your best to savor the few hours you got to sleep in your own bed. Having just a small inkling that this might be the most rested you’ll be for a good while.

You hear the distant chopping of a helicopter before you see it. That strong smell of fuel coming with it. It was a small one, looking a little as if it’s seen it’s own battle or two. You stand there watching as the helicopter made its descent towards you. Hovering gently over the old asphalt. The wind from the blades whipping your tight ponytail around. Your hand held onto the strap from your worn Hollow Inc. standard-issue duffle bag. That was now threatening to fly off your shoulder.

It has seen you through many haywire missions. At one time you weren’t one to believe in superstition such as ‘good luck’ charms. But if you made it through some close calls with it… then it became a small comfort to have it.

In the end, it’s up to you and your gear that determines your chance of survival.

With Laswell hinting at colder weather, you made sure to pack correctly. Enough to keep you warm and insulated, but not enough to make you sweat. A delicate balance you had come to learn over the years. Extra wool socks, your warmest thermals, and even wool underwear. That had quite literally saved your ass from freezing the last few times you’ve worked in the coldest of climates.

Once the aircraft was barely kissing the ground, you could see Laswell typing away on a sleek laptop. The sharp concentration on her face clear as her head turned towards you, waving you to hop on. Clearly looking to move quickly.

Hopefully it doesn’t mean it’s a long ride to wherever the hell she was taking you…

—— —— ——

Fuckin’ hell… thank god Kate warned you about the fucking weather…

Russia. That’s where you were heading. Somewhere by the East Siberian Sea. At least an hour or two from the nearest town. Hunting down some loose ends and unraveling new ones. Nothing new.

Kate’s voice crackled through the PNR headset as she informed you of all this. Promising that the Captain could fill you in properly once you land. She’s been bombarding you with information the second you put the headset on. Finally able to tell you the more gritty details since you are officially on the team.

Then there was that. You were on a team. Not like you haven’t been before, but now it seems to be more of an obstacle. One that you needed to overcome in order for this job to work. Unlike something you could just ignore like you had in the past. The previous teams you’ve been on were always large groups for a limited time. Allowing you to keep to yourself for the most part.

This time you were on a small team for an indefinite amount of time. It was paramount that you lot worked as smooth as a well oiled machine.

Kate tells you it’s a tight knit team. Built up by four men. Two Sergeants, one Lieutenant, and one Captain. You’re not entirely sure where you’ll fall on this short totem pole, given that you were once a Lieutenant yourself. You just know you’ll need to make a good impression. At least that’s what Kate politely asks you to do.

You had, what most would call, a ‘bad habit’ of letting your temper and cold demeanor affect your work relationships. Sharpening your words and actions to those around you as a means to maintain an emotional distance. Not that it affects your skill at an any of your ‘jobs’. But you’ve been told by your commander, and now by Laswell, that you needed to start making an effort about it. This problem only really making itself known within the past few months.

It never used to be this bad… not until you lost him.

Grief changes people. Some for the better, others for the worse. You found yourself hating that you just might be the latter. Honestly, you’d have to be an idiot if you thought you’d make it to the other side of it unscathed.

You’re pulled from your thoughts as you feel the slow descent of the helicopter. Looking out the window to your left, it was damn near blinding. Nothing but snow with a forest creeping in slowly, breaking it up. So damn bright. Your eyes squint, looking to the only thing that stood out amongst the sea of white and green.

Your new ’home’.

A small base nuzzled in between the large snow drifts and a wide tree line that surrounded the clearing. Like a white dot about to be swallowed by coniferous evergreens.

The helicopter landed softly on the frozen asphalt. Rocking you and Laswell slightly. You felt bit on edge, but chose bury it. Being told to ‘play nice’ shouldn’t rattle you up this much. Surely, you could fake it. Right? Even if one of them gets on your nerves.

Too late to get cold feet now, you chided yourself.

A icy blast was slapping you in the face as Laswell swung the door open. You climbed out after her, duffle bag swung over your shoulder once more. The old metal door creaking as you slammed it shut. Quickly, you look around. Taking in how many buildings, armed guards, and just how many people were here in this seemingly small base. Even noting the large icicles that hung from the main building. Soldiers were running about, completely unfazed by you and Laswell’s arrival.

Looking over your shoulder, you watched the helicopter take off. Watching it for a moment as it flew out of sight. Taking the moment to mentally prepare.

“Coming, Lieutenant?”

Kate’s voice pulls you back into ‘soldier mode’. She stands there, her head tilting towards the entrance of the main building. Your head snapped back to her, giving a curt nod.

“Yes ma’am.”

—— —— ——

Kate gives you a quick tour. Enough to get a sense of the base that was to be your home for the next few weeks. She makes a stop to show you to your room, allowing you to drop off your gear and have a quick glance around. Then she’s pulling you to a wing full of— what you guess— meeting rooms and offices.

“The boys will be joining you in a minute. I unfortunately have to leave you here.” Laswell says, opening a door to an empty meeting room. Her head motioning for you to head in while having that same practiced smile when you first met.

You follow her lead, walking pass her with a nod of your own. Your eyes do another quick assessment of the small room.

It was a fairly simple conference room. Though it was definitely dated. The walls and ceiling had various brown marks of water damage. Dusty and a bit musky. Shitty insulation.

There was a large table in the middle of the room. Four chairs all on the furthest side from you. A stack of Manila folders in the middle of it, much like the one Kate pulled had yours in back home. A projector hung from the ceiling, pointing towards the wall closest to you and the door. There was a clear lack of windows. Clearly not wanting anyone to be see what might get discussed in this room.

“Thank you, ma’am. Will I be seeing you around?” You asked looking at her over your shoulder, flashing polite smile. If you were going to be forced to actually try and be friendly with your teammates, might as well start now.

Laswell kept her smile and gave another nod, “Of course. Oh, and one more thing.”

Your brows furrow slightly but your smile stays. Opting to give her a warm but inquisitive look.

“You were a Lieutenant once, but given that you left special forces over a year ago, you won’t be held in that regard. Meaning, you will have the least authority in the group. I hope that isn’t going to be a problem.”

“No, ma’am.”

“Good. Have a seat.” Laswell says before shutting the door, leaving you all alone.

You grab a chair closest to the door. It wasn’t long until you heard two voices coming down the hall. Their muffled words becoming clearer as they were nearly at the door now. Your ears listen closely as you could make out the two distinct accents. One seemingly Scottish and the other more British, thought couldn’t exactly place where from.

“Ye think it’ll be a lad or a lass?”

“Don’t know. Find it strange we’re reaching out for help— from a PMC no less.”

“Aye.”

So far, you already feel at a disadvantage. They clearly aren’t excited in another member joining the team.

The door opens. Your eyes snapped up. Two men came barreling through, absorbed in their conversation. That was until the shorter man with a Warhawk locked eyes with you. Causing both to pause their discussion. Both pair of eyes rake over you for a second before warm smiles showed on their faces.

“Would ye look at that…”

It took you a moment to realize you’re staring at them with an icy stare. You shift slightly in your seat, turning your head away, acting like their stares aren’t of any concern to you. Arms crossed over your chest while moving to lean back into a more laidback posture. The chair creaking quietly underneath you.

You pretend not to have noticed the way their eyes paused at your face. Everyone seemed to have the same reaction. Knowing exactly what they were staring at.

A nasty scar marred your soft skin. Deep and holding a more pinkish-red hue despite it being years old now. It branched off into three different directions. The main and deepest stem starting by the left corner of your lip, curving up close by your left nostril before breaking into two. The lightest stem continuing up and ending just by the bridge of your nose. While the other curved under your eye and flicking upwards just before disappearing.

The two men took their seats furthest from you. Heads looking in your direction, unsure how to break the slight tension. But you ignored it. Mulling over just how much exactly you were needed to be friendly for this.

It wasn’t until a hulk of a man entered the room. Dressed nearly in all dark gear. You say nearly because of the mask he wore. A balaclava with a crudely sewn-on white skull. You felt as if you were a dog, hackles raised and suddenly on the defensive.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

The Bloody Trio (Headcanons about main characters)

AU Reverse Therapy

Author's Note: In this post I decided to tell how I came up with the characters and some facts about them.

Tag List: @kit-williams, @druidwolf21, @pluvio-tea

Character: Malina

*collage pictures: 1, 2, 3, 4

Age: was kidnapped saved when she was 23

Height: 5,74 (175)

Description: dark brown eyes, dark shoulder length brown hair with bangs, olive skin.

Distinguishing features: none.

References: I love the Yellowjackets series and Lottie Matthews is my favorite character. This is exactly how I imagined Malina. One day I just rewatched one episode and thought that Malina definetly has the same Bambi eyes. + the actress also starred in Mad Max (an amazing series of films). It is not surprising that this is the image that appeared in my head.

Name: name Malina is a female name of Greek origin meaning "raspberry". By the way in some slavic names a word "malina" literally can be translated as a "raspberry". But this name is also a short version of a hebew name Magdalena (which means “tower”, “soothing” and also “raspberry”). I chose this name because Luka thought it sounded sweet and innocent. The girl is loved by the Space Marines, but it's a very dark, obsessive and unhealthy love. They gave her the name as if she were a pet. The heroine has a real name, but it was not mentioned because the girl had to get used to her new home. And for that, she had to become Malina.

Facts about character:

The girl grew up on the agri-world of Astarte in the Segmentum Obscurus sector. The planet was home to about 300,000 people. Most agri-worlds are polluted places, the sky is orange, and people are forced to work in gas masks. But most does not mean all. On Astarte, the sky is blue, and the atmosphere is not polluted. The planet's main export is fruits and berries.

During the Thirteenth Black Crusade, the Maelstrom merged with the Great Rift and the Red Corsairs have now been sighted further from their home than ever before (from Lexicanum). It was for this reason that the Red Corsairs attacked Astarte.

In fact, her uncle did not find a copy of the book about the Sister of Battle and the Imperial soldier. He was the one who wrote it for his beloved niece. It was the original, there were no copies. He always had heretical thoughts, so it is not surprising why he joined the Chaosites. He believes that his entire family perished under the rubble of the building.

Malina wears rather simple clothes, although made of good quality fabric (the space marines bring her new clothes from looting). Long skirts, shirts, and sometimes dresses of a simple cut, but with cute patterns (she doesn't know that sparkles are literally gold). And of course, she constantly throws a shawl over her shoulders. Malina generally likes to bury herself in a blanket up to her head or hide in Luka's or Virgil's shoulder.

Even after she has finally come to terms with her situation, she still reads religious books. Luke and Virgil very rarely, but still sometimes allow Saint Ignatius to come "to visit" so that Malina can pray with him. This lasts for 15 minutes at most, but that is enough for the girl. However, now she cannot say for sure whether she really believes in God-Emperor or prays because it calms her down like lullabies in childhood.

As her uncle used to say, the girl is very resourceful. She has a rather mediocre education. But considering that many inhabitants of the Imperium do not have it, she stands out significantly. She can read and likes it (especially fairy tales and romance novels). Malina has a sense of humor. And the fact that she jokes with a serious, and sometimes innocent, face makes it even funnier and cute (at least in the eyes of Luka and Virgil).

Malina loves Luka and Virgil. She forced herself to become attached to them, receiving a bit of tenderness from the Space Marines. Besides, it was better than being outside the quarters. She began to behave more freely with them, jokes and sometimes climbs up to the men for hugs. But even so, Malina is still afraid of them, because she understands that they are kind only to her. And other mortals suffer from meeting them.

Character: Luka The Angel

*Collage pictures: 1, 2, 3, 4

Age: around 30-35

Height: 6,98 (213)

Description: blue eyes, beeline honey hair, pale skin, snub nose.

Distinguishing features: has a one scar on the left eyebrow and freckles on the cheeks and nose.

Wears standard Lamenters armour, with the symbol of Chaos Undivided painted on his belt and the symbol of the Red Corsairs on his right shoulder pad.

References: I think Luka's appearance and personality appeared in my head thanks to the art of Natalia Kikicheva. Blood Angel (in the centre), and two lamenters. And I'm also sure that I was also impressed by Varial by @kit-williams and Theo by @pluvio-tea. And Luka's image was slightly influenced by such a character as Raleigh Becket from Pacific Rim.

Name: The name Luka is thought to mean “bringer of light” or “man of light”. The name Luka is derived from the Latin word “lux”, which means “light”. The same name had Luke the Evangelist. Malina sees Luka as her savior while her planet is being torn apart by heretics. He was supposed to be a beacon of hope for humanity as the Lamenter, but he ended up being a traitor.

Facts about character:

Luka had a loving family and always wanted to be a hero. He was one of the most promising Lamenters. Just 2 years after becoming a Space Marine, his first mission became his last as a Loyalist. On one of the death worlds, his small squad was abandoned by the Lamenters as they were considered dead. Due to the extreme conditions, Luka literally ate his comrades. Some of them were still alive.

Luckily for him, the Red Corsairs were passing by. Bacchus didn't even have to persuade Luka, as he said he would go with them when they met (the worst part is that he was smiling at the time, finishing off his brother's head). At first, he lived with three other Space Marines, but later ate them. Bacchus considered them trash, so he didn't care much about it. After that, Luka was handed over to Vergil, who was supposed to be the Lamenter's mentor.

Luka considers Virgil his best friend. He is much easier to talk to and he doesn't even want to eat him. The Lamenter is obviously one of Bacchus' favorites due to his obedience and incredible combat skills (and he was only a neophyte recently). Therefore, he is forgiven for a lot. In particular, because of his character. Even Eurydice can't stay angry with him for long.

One of the few Space Marines who did not change his armor. He only added a couple of insignia to distinguish him from a loyalist. However, it is warriors like him who are the best strategy for boarding. Since the Imperials who see loyalist traitors are immediately confused.

Luka suffers from cannibalistic desires. Lamenters do not suffer from the Black Rage as much as other sons of Sanguinius. However, after the death world, Luka constantly suffers from bloodlust. But it is because of this that his "failure" (if this is not an Imperial myth) disappeared and he became more successful. After he met Malina, he began to suffer from Blood Thirst even more and ate more and more mortals (he also started to eat children which makes him really sad). But thanks to such a sacrifice to the Chaos Gods, he will never be able to harm the girl and she will live with him forever.

Luka sacrifices and performs rituals to the Chaos Gods like all Red Corsairs out of necessity. He does not despise Chaos Undivided, he simply does not care.

Before, Luka was much kinder for a heretic. He constantly saved children and dragged them to the ship. Although his previous neighbors eventually abused the children, which upset him very much (that is why he eventually ate them). And also after the reverse therapy, he began to "court" girls. Or rather, kidnap them. But all his attempts turned into failures. 5 girls died by "accident" (fucked to death, drank too much blood, another space marine killed), but he tortured 3 himself because they behaved badly.

After he found Malina, he did not care about all the mortal girls. He is literally obsessed with her and worships her, which has never happened with any other mortal. Because of this, he has become even more deadly and effective on the battlefield. Now Luka himself leads the warriors to boarding and commands the squad. Luka is extremely emotional and behaves almost like a child. He can be very nice to some people. But at the same time, he is also cruel to others. Luka is unstable and extremely dangerous chaosite. And this is coupled with his angelic appearance.

NSFW Facts:

Luka always wants to see Malina's face. To watch her face twist, her eyes water. To see how she finally starts to quietly make sounds from unprecedented sensations. Not seeing her face is taboo. And he also likes her small breasts. He thinks they look charming.

That's why most often, when it comes to bed, it's the missionary position. Or she sits on his lap, resting on his chest. He just adores how she clings to him. As if he is the only person who will protect her. As if HE is her God-Emperor.

He gets an erection EVERY time Malina calls him "Angel". This is Luka's favorite nickname. But he also loves to hear Malina praise him. That he saved her, how noble and handsome he is. How she gently touches his shoulders, cheekbones and cheeks. Looks into his eyes.

And if this happens during sex, it is harder for Luka to restrain himself. The Lamenter would also like to say something to her, but he is too delighted and obsessed with her at such moments. Therefore, he only moans and growls like an animal. His pupils dilate, and drool flows from his mouth. And the whole process is really rough. The girl is always terribly scared and Luka later has to apologize to her for a long time and wipe away her tears.

But after sex, he hugs her and kisses her entire face, saying how lucky he is. How wonderful and gentle she is. How he will take care of her. Always. That he will kill for her. He is ready to drown everything in blood just to get her a beautiful dress or feed her with berries in chocolate. And yes, if he said so, then he would do it.

Character: Virgil

*collage pictures: 1, 2, 3, 4

Age: more than 650 years

Height: 7,44 (227)

Description: red eyes, bald, grey almost white skin, white eyebrows, shark-like claw teeth, long black tongue.

Distinguishing features: Has several scars on the face. The largest ones locates along the nose. And the second one on the lip to the cheek on the left side of the face.

Has a armor of Red Corsars with the sign of Flesh Tearer on the left shoulder pad. On the belt is a cut piece of human's skin. Has a three stakes with skulls behind the back.

Reference: I think Virgil's appearance came to me spontaneously. I just imagined a typical Chaos Space Marine. But when it comes to his personality or history, I remember this meme. And I think I was also partly inspired by Immortan Joe (more from Furiosa, not Fury Road). If I had thought up Malina and Luka a long time ago, then Virgil’s character and personality were finally formed while I was writing him.

Name: The character was named after the Roman poet Virgil. Or to be more precise, in his image of the guide from Dante's Divine Comedy. Only this Virgil does not embody the human mind. And he is not just a guide in Hell and Purgatory, he literally lives there. And no, in Warhammer our flesh tearer and Chapter Master of the Blood Angels did not meet.

Facts about character:

Virgil had been fighting for the Imperium for quite some time. He was a rank-and-file Flesh Tearer, no different from his brothers. Virgil was not a sociable person, always hiding in the shadows. And in truth, he defended the Imperium as if he was following a manual. He was born an orphan and decided to become a Flesh Tearer in order to become a warrior. He only cared about war.

He did not consider the Black Rage a curse of Sanguinius. More like a gift. Moreover, he suspected that the Red Thirst was a manifestation of Chaos. Virgil always had contempt for mortals. So it is not surprising that at some point he decided to join the heretics. It was a conscious decision after 150 years of service to the Imperium. In his opinion, Chaos could give him more strength and power. And then he met the Red Corsairs.

If Virgil did not stand out in the ranks of the Flesh Tearers, then after serving under the hands of Bacchus, he quickly rose through the ranks. He enjoys power, although he does not seek to take Bacchus's place. He is much happier with his current position.

Although when he was given Luka to look after, he was not at all happy about it. But in the end he got used to the puppy, even finding him funny. But he can't call him a friend, because he never had any friends. For Virgil, Luca will always be a puppy that needs to be looked after, even if he became his leader in an alternate universe. In addition, it was thanks to him that Virgil got Malina.

The Flesh Tearer did not stand on ceremony with girls, simply raping them, and sometimes killing them during the process. But Malina calms him down and Virgil unexpectedly for himself became very attached to her (although, unlike Luka, at the very beginning he saw her as just a pretty face). Now he really does care about her in a genuine way, which is still new to him.

Virgil is constantly angry and almost always irritated. Although, unlike many Space Marines, he behaves more calmly. Therefore, it is very important for him to relax. Because of this, he often uses drugs and constantly goes to apotecary Baphomet for a new injection. Since he no longer tries to control the Blood Thirst, he can now drink blood whenever he wants.

NSFW Facts:

Virgil wants his partners quietly during sex the most. But suddenly, after Malina appeared, he realized that he liked the way she slept.The way her eyelashes flutter, the way her whole face relaxes. The way her lips open just a little. They are so wet with saliva. She is so relaxed. And if he also gets her drunk or uses the right drug (but only a safe one), then her body is more like jelly.

He loves to please her. Virgil thought that the Gods of Chaos gave him such a long tongue to better feel blood and the taste of drugs. Maybe, but now he uses it to devour her pussy. And he is very skilled at it. And if Malina is on her period that day, he can do this for 2-3 rounds. And considering that he forbids Luka to lick Malina, he practically works for two.

He is very slow and careful. Virgil does not want Malina to wake up. And sometimes that is exactly what he wants. After all, Malina is a good girl, she will be quiet. She will try not to make sounds and will even try to fall asleep again. And if she cries quietly, Virgil will get even more excited and will start licking her tears. Because of them, he wants to take care of her.

After Virgil finishes, he looks at the girl for a long time. And is silent. And this process lasts quite a long time, which makes Malina feel uncomfortable. Because it looks very creepy. After that, Virgil lies down on his bed. Very rarely, he kisses the girl on the forehead goodbye.

[1-800-papaya]

Southern Revelations

Cordelia has had enough. Despite Jay's concerns, she just has to tell Hank Voight. Hank might not need or want to know, but Cordelia needs to tell. Luckily the truth proves to bring comfort.

Warnings: Parental rejection, Death and loss of a child and parent, Mentions of Cancer treatment.

The District had never felt so intimidating. Even in the beauty of a snow frosted Chicago winter, Cordelia’s heart was filled with anxiety and a little fear. A fear of rejection that she had never thought was possible. However bubbling underneath was an unnatural anger, anger towards the person that had ripped her away from her birth parents. In the three weeks since her ‘mothers’ letter had arrived, Cordelia hadn’t returned to Lemon Drops.

Her mind was to busy trying desperately to piece together her sense of identity beyond that of her cafe or marriage. However, This lead her down - in jay’s opinion - a dangerous internet search rabbit hole. Somewhere along the line she’d decided, Hank needed to know. Jay had told her of Justin’s death and how it had shaken Hank, he warned her she might not like what might happen afterwards. But his stubborn wife had made up her mind, Hank needed to know. Sucking in a breath and attempting to steal her nerves she adjusted her bag and tugged her - well Jay’s - jacket tighter around her shoulders.

Trudy was stood at her usual place behind the desk ordering patrol officers around when Cordelia finally made it trough the doors thanks to the help of a outgoing officer. When the older women noticed the nervous Cordelia standing awkwardly in the foyer. A smile - reserved for a select few - stretched across her face as gestured for Cordelia to approach.

“I hope I’m not intruding at a bad time”

“Of course not, it’s been a slow day for that lot. Here to see Chuckles I presume?” Cordelia stiffened, of course Trudy would assume she was here to see her husband. Was she hoping the older women had somehow gained the ability to read her mind in her wisdom? In reality no one, not even Trudy, would expect Cordelia to be visiting anyone else.

“Ah…No, Hank actually” Despite the look of shock that flashed across Trudy’s features, she nodded and began to lead Cordelia up to the Intelligence unit.

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The heads of Chicago’s finest detectives turn in curiosity as the beep of the gate and footsteps echo through the space. No one is all that surprised when they see that Trudy is escorting someone up the stairs, but Jay is a little startled to see his nervous wife following her. Though a smug smile replaces his shock when he notices his wife’s choice of attire.

The cold whether meant that the sundresses that Jay loved on her so much had been packed away for the winter. Jeans and stolen sweaters had quickly filled the space in their shared wardrobe. Jay let out a chuckle when he realized that Cordelia was wearing his missing black bomber jacket zipped up halfway, revealing the burnt orange of her favorite sweater form collage. The young women didn’t stop to greet any of her husbands colleagues, instead she softly thanked Trudy and walked straight up to her intended target. Hanks name was etched into the frosted glass and before her nerves could pull the plug on her plans, Cordelia let her knuckles rap on the glass.

Jay could spot her nervous habits a mile off. He knew that she needed him without her even looking at him. When his boss opened the door to greet the young women he moved silently and expertly to

Hank’s office was neat. The blinds were drawn and Hank was sat in his chair as the couple entered.

“How can I help you today Mrs. Halstead?” Cordelia was slightly comforted by the use of her new surname. A feeling of safety washed over her as Jay’s hand on her thigh squeezed slightly in response. While Jay couldn’t quite tell why his wife was here sitting his boss’s office, he had an idea and knew that whatever she was planning she’d want both his support and comfort.

“um…a couple weeks ago my mothers estate attorney sent me a letter that my mother had written,” She finally spoke as she fished out the letter from her bag and handed over to Hank, “I…um…I didn’t know if I should even bring this up, but I couldn’t live with this anymore”

The room was still as Hank read the letter and looked over the birth certificate, his eyes scanned for imperfections, any indication that it was a fraud. But soon the facts settled and Hank’s eyes slowly drifted up towards the young women that he could tell was barely hanging on to herself. However with Jay’s comforting grip on her thigh, Cordelia continued to talk.

“I didn’t believe it at first. The delirious ramblings of a dying women. But my aunt told me that she’d written this before the chemo started” Cordelia’s voice began to wobble slightly as she got closer to revealing the horrible truth, “I found my adoption records the other day and followed the trail…I found this at the end”

Her hand was jittery as she handed over the file of newspaper articles and stories that told the a twisted story of misfiled records and potentially missing children. A heavily silence filled the small room and she felt as if the walls might begin to crumble around her. Hank Voight face was blank as he soaked in the presented information. His mind was filling with both the dots before him, but also the painful memory of the nurse walking into the room after his twins birth with only one blue blanket wrapped baby. He could remember clear as day, looking down at what he thought was his perfect little girl. Her stillness was unsettling and yet somehow she seemed so full of a life that would never be lived.

“I’m more than happy to do any test you want, i just needed you to know” came the soft shaking voice of a distraught Cordelia. Hank shook his head. He didn’t need a test result to prove what he could see was plain as day, Cordelia was his daughter and they were both victims of a greedy women’s actions.

“No need, I trust you’ve already had the certificate verified. I’m glad you’ve told me Cordelia, and if you’ll allow. I want to get to know you better” Cordelia smiled, her fears had been squashed but her husband’s had not.

“I don’t think anyone outside of us three should know”

“I agree with Jay, I have many enemies and now that you are apart of the family, I don’t want them to come after you”

Cordelia didn’t need anyone else to know. As long as Hank knew and hadn’t rejected her was enough. She felt calmer, whole. After the revelations of her mothers letter, she’d felt so distant from the family she’d known her whole life. Now it felt like she had a family again. That’s all she wanted.

[lilyahsviolet]

⊹˚ 🕯️ introduction here!!

hi everyone! im new to this but wtv. my name is lily and i have been collecting violet exacts + alts for a couple months now. i have a second account but i don’t post anything on there, this is my main!

i am a teenager and i am an avid vi collector. i love the way violet dresses and her bedroom ofc. i started watching ahs in early june and I knew right away when i saw murder house, i would love it. i also would like to make some friends with other violet collectors or bloggers as well, I think it would be fun! in my free time, i watch tv shows or movies, reading, or listening to music (violet inspired 🦇)

i have always loved the 2000’s-2010’s fashion which is the time period where violet's clothes are from, even though i was very little back then, but i get a sense of nostalgia whenever i see clothes from that time period. this blog will probably be about answering questions from y’all (feel free to btw 🤗) , analyzing her character, and making collages.

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⊹˚☮︎︎ 🕯️ below listed are my exacts/alts, which i have paid for with my own money.

-kimchi blue wildflower dress in black, size small

-free people thermal crafty cuff in mocha, size small? (tag got ripped off when i got it)

-free people all over lace pullover in purple/teak, size large

-free people lost in the forest sweater faded rose, size xs, cream rainbow (🎄photo) size small

-free people regal mcrame tunic in orange colorway, size xs

-ymc modcloth dress, size 6 (alt)

-splendid tab long sleeve blouse in purple, size xs

⊹˙⚘ 🦇 don’t be afraid to ask questions about anything, I’d be more than happy to show my exacts/alts if you’d like to see them! ☮︎︎˙⊹˚ 🦇