#putting this here for future reference...

[writerandbaka]

The jackal and the witch AU ～ Nahida and Scaramouche 🌻🐈‍⬛

A new characters reference sheet makes an appearance, about witch Nahida and her familiar Scaramouche (or Scarameow for friends... who are not so many😆)!

Although he looks like an adorable cuddly kitten, in reality Scaramouche's body is that of a puppet. In fact many years ago, his previous witch, summoning his spirit from the spirit realm, trapped him in a physical body through a curse, in order to experiment and find a way to harness the power of spirits as much as possible without all the contractual constraints that normally bind a witch to a familiar. Unfortunately, the experiment was not very successful, because even if reduced, contractual constraints still require some commitment on the part of both parties to achieve this power exchange, instead of free access to the magic of the spirit indefinitely without limits. That's why the first witch quickly lost interest about Scara, and abandoned him to pursue other goals. Later, after wandering alone for a long time in Teyvat and having some traumatic experiences with humans that didn't exactly end well, Scaramouche was found by Nahida and made a contract with her ฅ(^◕ᴥ◕^)ฅ💜

Nahida, instead, despite her appearance, is one of the most powerful witches in Teyvat, cursed to constantly appear with the body of a child without ever aging. She was cursed centuries ago to protect her nation from some ancient and evil forces, and for 500 years she has been the principal of the Sumeru Akademiya. Despite her past, she lives her curse very calmly and serenely, always trying to remain sunny and optimistic about the future, convinced that knowledge can help raise new generations of witches who can do good and improve the world through magic („• ֊ •„)💚 She is currently not on good terms with the Sages, the council of older teachers of the Akademiya, but she puts up with them so as not to create further unnecessary turmoil within the school😅🙈

Since the two have entered into a contract, Scaramouche's unique physical constitution allows him and Nahida not to be constantly together, allowing them to be apart even for long distances and periods of time. Nahida rarely harnesses Scara's power, but rather would like to try to be his friend, having discovered the emptiness the latter carries since he has been forced to live on earth. Not exactly knowing how to return to the spirit realm by his own, Scara accepted his new life within the Akademiya (and secretly beginning to appreciate it, while slowly healing from his past traumas too)🌻🐈‍⬛

If these two has made you curious about this fantasy AU, here are other reference sheets that I've already drawn: Tighnari and Cyno / Kaveh and Alhaitham / Collei and Amber

Oh btw, today is a certain fennec boy's birthday, right? So, happy bday to Tighnari ahah!!🎉🎂 If you are looking for a fantasy fic about him and Cyno, you can find it here! The next chapter will be out tomorrow!😘💚💜

[fightingthetides]

Ravein would concur with Nunnally’s thoughts that the kitchen here was very warm and had an inviting atmosphere. Though, there was an element of being intimidating to someone who didn’t know their way around making coffee or tea, but aside from that, it was clear that the kitchen was designed and decorated with comfort and homeliness in mind. It really was nice here, and it spoke volumes to how quickly he acclimated and found this place to be ‘home’.

Ravein pauses to think about her question before he flips through a few pages in his notebook.

[Both]

It was good to know her preferences so he could try finding a mug that would be suitable for now and it would serve as a guideline to help find a personal mug for her use later. He would consult with Roberto on the matter and they could both keep their eye out for a mug that she may like.

Thin edges, shades of blues, oranges, or reds. Birds or intense colors… they didn’t have any with birds on them. Ravein logged the information in his mind for future reference and he cross-referenced with some of the mugs they currently had. He rummaged through one of the cupboards, remembering there was a plain red mug in the back. It didn’t have thin edges, but they weren’t too thick either. It was probably the best fit for now. He presents her the mug and waits for her approval or rejection.

Her comment about getting it together with him stuck out in his mind. Perhaps she wanted the opportunity to go shopping for a mug together? That way they could ensure that the mug she got was something of her tastes- which was the most efficient way of going about it, even if it did require some planning ahead of time around their schedules.

[Go together?]

It couldn’t be too dangerous to go looking for some mugs together. Who would ever expect that a guy on the run (and in disguise) would be shopping around for cute mugs? No one would suspect such bold behavior- so it was like reverse-psychology, almost. Besides, unless they wished to get in trouble with the local law enforcement, it wouldn’t do anyone any good to cause a scene in such an enclosed public space.

Nunnally did remember that he felt unnerved by the approach of others, especially given his history and his circumstances. Though late, she did belatedly recall this fact and apologize. A small thing, but he appreciated it all the same. He nods his head to show that he accepted her apology. He wasn’t totally put off by it, so it was fine. It would just take some time for him to truly accept her touch without first inwardly panicking first.

Something in his gut told him that it would happen eventually, in time. Even with him and Roberto, there was a sense of distance because the older man was being considerate towards Ravein. It didn’t mean that he always kept a strict distance, however. It was important for Ravein to slowly become acclimated to the touch of others if he wanted to become a part of normal society. Exposure therapy with someone he trusted was important- even if it made Ravein uncomfortable for a while.

The bunny man watched as Nunnally was preparing the drinks, curious to see what she had planned for them. His ears were also paying attention to what was going on behind him. He could hear that Roberto was handling customers, taking a few orders. Once he finished taking all the orders, he’d come into the back to start making the beverages.

In a matter of minutes, the older man came back into the kitchen, “I hope you don’t mind me joining you, Miss Nunnally. I have a few drinks to prepare for customers.” He gives Ravein a look and motions for the younger to stay seated. He could handle this small order of drinks himself. “I promise I won’t sneak a peak at what you’re making.” He cracks a small joke towards Nunnally, who was still preparing the drinks.

“Preferences for a mug for today or for a mug that we are going to get for me soon?” – she asked cheerfully; it would be too much to say that Nunnally got used to this kind of conversation with Ravein, when she had to fill in gaps or missing information. She had never considered herself to be too good at it, but it wasn't that she minded it too much either.

She had always lived in an environment clouded with secrecy, although Nunnally might not have been always aware of it. Though she perceived Ravein secretive, she didn't see his silent nature in the same way as she was thinking about her own father. Mr. Ambly des Ayvalles. Her father.

Even during the times she believed he was merely a successful businessman, her father had spoken little, often leaving her to guess or figure things out on her own. Perhaps he thought he had been clear enough? Nunnally could never truly decide. The ambiguity of his words and actions created a veil of mystery around him; one she rarely dared to penetrate. Even back then. When he was j u s t her father. It was now much clearer for her as she reflected on her childhood and early teen years trying to identify what had gone so wrong. After she had learnt the truth...

With her father, she preferred not to ask questions, fearing the disappointment of trying and failing to understand (or rather to please) him. His silence was a wall she had learned to navigate around rather than to confront. This unspoken distance between them left her feeling isolated (unhappy even), always yearning for a connection that seemed just out of reach.

In contrast, Roberto’s kitchen, with its warm, inviting atmosphere, offered a different environment. Here, she felt (more) comfortable and relaxed, even though she was surrounded by unfamiliar things and sights. The presence of Ravein added a layer of comfort, a stark difference from the guarded interactions she had grown accustomed to at home. Or rather in her life in general.

Probably that was the reason Nunnally continued speaking not really giving Ravein any time to proceed with a reply in his notebook.

“Any mug will do for now…I like the thin edges though…”

A pause.

“I like all various shades of blues…Oranges or reds…” – true, she liked intense colours, but it was also a sort of a new situation for her, when she was to decide what she wanted. She had learnt not to care about details like that. But her very own mug here… Well, that was a much more difficult decision in Nunnally's eyes.

What would she like?

Initially she had thought 'birds' or 'ladybugs' or 'polka dots'. While she would surely like all of them, Nunnally suddenly thought they might be too a v e r a g e for a special occasion like this one: getting her mug here. But what would be special?

“Anything that you choose Ravein…” – she said realizing that it was not about the mug but about getting it together with him – “You know…” – she continued slightly surprising herself with that – “It’s not really about the mug but about getting it with you…”

“But I like birds… and intense colors…” – Nunnally added, feeling unusually relaxed. In her ease, she reached out to fix his hair, a gesture so natural for her that she forgot to be cautious. Though he showed no visible reaction, the moment she withdrew her hand, she realized her mistake. She should have asked for p e r m i s s i o n before touching him. She suddenly remembered how uncomfortable Ravein was with anyone, except perhaps Roberto, invading his personal space. Though was he comfortable with Roberto? She had never witnessed these two interacting without her being involved (mainly in a bad way), so she could not be sure either.

The realization brought a faint flush of embarrassment onto her cheeks. She had overstepped a boundary. Again. What was a causal form of intimacy for her, was probably something else for Ravein. Nunnally had only hoped that he would understand that her gesture had come from a place of affection and not disregard for his feelings.: --

“I…I am sorry.” – she hoped he would understand what she was apologizing for as she didn’t find it in herself to provide more explanation.

And she simply focused on preparing the drinks. Though his return to his chair poured some hope that her overstepping was not as much unwelcomed as she initially had thought.

[sagesskies]

"𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤? 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧?" -𝐄𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 (𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧)

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜. 𝐈𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟.

[𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞]’𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

[𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞] 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐞. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, “𝐒𝐢𝐫, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤. 𝐈— [𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞], 𝐡𝐞— 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐖𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝…”

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥- 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡-𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝟕𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫?

☏ - To my dear readers, greetings! I'm here to announce that I will be working on a new story, 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒, which I will be uploading on Wattpad.

𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒 is a story centered around [Name] (Who will sometimes be referred to as King), who dies in his 7th year at St. Augustine's International Academy. Four years after his death, another student, who just so happens to share the same name, dies during a hazing.

For reasons that even [Name] isn't privy to, he is able to possess the student's body. He uses this opportunity to kickstart his plan to exact revenge from his 'friends', who all hid the truth behind his death.

Be warned, none of the main cast are good people. And do not expect them to become good people either.

You may wonder, dear reader, why Wattpad? To put it simply: It's a platform I'm familiar with (in terms of uploading stories), and so I am more comfortable using it as opposed to sites such as Quora, or Ao3.

You may also be asking: Well, if the problem is ease of access, then why not use Tumblr?

For me, Tumblr works better for oneshots; longer posts that can stand well enough on their own. Of course, there are authors on this website who have proved me wrong by posting stories with multiple chapters. But as I've stated before, I am more comfortable with using Wattpad for uploading stories. That applies to uploading stories that span multiple chapters.

Will I consider uploading the chapters to Tumblr in the future? Yes, I am. Though, not at the current moment since I don't have access to my laptop.

This has been Mr. Sage, now signing off.

[chibishortdeath]

Don’t u hate it when you draw something and then ur like “wow uh no one follows me for this fandom” haha lol anyway

Undertale is a pretty cool game, I may have a favorite character from it uh—

[lazycranberrydoodles]

MAILMAN - SOUNDGARDEN

BABYGIRL WHAT IF THE SINGLE PLANK PATH TURNED MY YOUTHFUL INNOCENCE INTO A TOXIC COCKTAIL OF HUBRIS AND MORBID RESIGNATION

yeah. follow for more of the character of all time XO

[andrew-dwyer]

if they actually have buck move out of the loft to move in with tommy it will confirm what i know in my heart of hearts, they’re endgame.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Hey! I just wanted to ask if you have the full story/talk/chat of the event puzz reve athletic meet cops vs robbers. With their voice too?

Ah I have all the dialogue screnshotted but not a video. There is this YouTube account though that posted a lot of videos of the old events, it follows pazuribe rather then puzz reve but the dialogue is the same, if you just want the voices.

[wingedspirit]

The books Gabriel sorts in the bookshop

In episode 2.

First lines cited:

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times" (A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens)

"It was the day my grandmother exploded." (Crow Road, Ian Banks - notably this is a hardcover and the one Crowley gives Muriel later is a paperback, so Aziraphale has at least two copies)

"It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife." (Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen - because of fucking course)

"It was a nice day." (Good Omens)

Also, shown in the shelf:

I Capture the Castle (Dodie Smith)

No Woman, No Cry (Rita Marley)

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (Mark Haddon)

Catch-22 (Joseph Heller)

Love in the Time of Cholera (Gabriel Garcia Marquez)

Nineteen Eighty-Four (George Orwell)

The Big Sleep (Raymond Chandler)

The Bible

The Great Gatsby (F. Scott Fitzgerald)

The Catcher in the Rye (J. D. Salinger)

A Series of Unfortunate Events (Lemony Snicket)

Herzog (Saul Bellow)

[quietwingsinthesky]

i do love canon amy & rory but god, does some part of me wish they really had gone with the idea of the doctor picking up a child as a companion (and then later, that child’s best friend with a huge crush on her.) with the rest of the season really not changing at all, except now it’s amelia pond with an angel in her head killing her and lost alone in the woods. it’s little rory who dies and is forgotten and becomes a toy soldier. if this is going to be a fairy tale, then let it be one. children have never been safe in fairy tales.

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

OH DONT WORRY!!!

ANY TIME THERE IS A LEMON KID IS FAMOUS IN MY HEART I KNOW THEM <333

[goldkirk]

I opened Pinterest for the first time in months.

That made me realize a lot about how bad I was actually doing and how much of a Waffle House Index use of Pinterest is for adult me, apparently.

I hadn’t realized it had grown that foundational to me in a healthy-brain-exercise-and-hobby-joy way. Nice to know moving forward! It’s another sign I can keep track of and use to spot correlation/indicator patterns earlier my behavior.

I love this kind of thing, it makes me so excited!

[snobgoblin]

oh yeah in no particular order here are some transparents I've made for my discord profile pictures lol you're free to use them (sorry they're crusty I didn't bother cleaning them up since you see em super tiny anyway)

here's the background I usually use but it's very specific lmao

[batataaurdoodh]

shitpost time. i don't usually do ships but I needed to do this.

[turnipotentiary]

him. trant cremm

[lime1991]

more!

[dazzelmethat]

*reaches out my hand and grabs you* I have the power to subject non vocaloid people to pinop..

TW: for flashing lights

Mushroom mother analysis in my tags. ..