#seer saw

[milliebugydementia]

white mourning

[tblsomedoodles]

Some Apocalypse Seer twins,

Also the first of my January Speedpaints (Aka make-up work for my missed december speedpaint. I will be doing a second one mid-January.)

Was suggested by @soniclozdplove a few weeks ago. (the suggestion was technically just "seer twins" but i went the apocalypse boys route. I felt the need to draw a billowing cape lol.)

i kinda want to rant about some shit, particularly to do with Donnie's cloak, like how it's darkened over the years, and how between the dark cloak and the fact that if Donnie "rescues" someone they either come back dead or soon to be dead (compared to Leo who's rescues always live), he ends up with a Grim Reaper sort of reputation. But, then again, that's really it on the subject and i'm pretty exhausted rn.

anyways, video link will be up once it's available.

Edit: Speedpaint Link

[peculiardollart]

The things that only God can show you

I've been reading a bunch of seer!Ussop fics lately and it's chewing holes in my brain

[howtodisappearcompletelyand]

20/10 stars little guy

[justaz]

i know i literally just made a post about this and it kind of contradicts the post im about to make but idc bc i have many versions of canon in my head so it's all real to me

as magic incarnate it doesn't make sense for merlin to not have access to certain magic. like even if balinor wasn't his father, as magic incarnate, i think he'd still have the ability to control, command, and hatch dragons. as magic incarnate, he also embodies the magic of seers, so he should also have dreams of the future. as magic incarnate, he should have access to every form of magic across albion

[gottawriteanegoortwo]

What-If: Dark Meets Damien and Celine as Children

One little art trope that I’ve really enjoyed seeing is when Dark is drawn interacting with Damien and Celine when they are children in some sort of AU or what-if setting. Examples of this are here and here. I’ve decided to finally contribute in my own way with my own spin on the setting!

I’ve wanted to try new approaches of narrative, in particular first-person and writing from a child perspective. In this case, I decided to combine the two into the exploration of a journal from a forgotten time in the past.

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Word count: 2,590

Warning: there is a strong recurring theme of neglectful parenting throughout the entire piece. Please be mindful if you choose to read this.

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[The latest addition to the museum is a diary that was found in [redacted]. The diary was written by an eight-year old boy and appears to have been an assignment in creative writing as assigned by a tutor. The journal was a chance for the child to practice cursive in a more casual manner while exploring his creativity with a story that was somewhat unusual for the time period.

For ease of access, we have provided a written transcript of the journal below.]

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October 12, 10pm

Dear Diary,

My tutor (Mr. Bentley) has told me I have to write a diary to practice my handwriting. He said it would be 'more fun' than other tasks. Because I can talk about myself and my day.

My name is Damien. I am eight years old. I live with my parents and my twin sister Celine in a big house. My father works as a lawyer. I will be a lawyer too when I am grown up. I take lots of classes to make sure I am smart enough to be a lawyer.

Today I woke up and had breakfast and went to school. Then I came home from school. I had a glass of water and then Mr. Bentley arrived to start my tutoring classes. Then I had supper and finished my homework. Then I went to my room before bed to write this diary.

This isn't fun.

I don't want to write a diary. Sorry.

From, Damien.

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October 13, 11pm

Dear Diary,

I told Mr. Bentley that I didn't want to write a diary. He said I had to if I wanted to have nice handwriting. But then he said that I could write about whatever I wanted instead of what I did for my day. He said it wouldn't be corrected like all my other schoolwork. I didn't have to show him the diary if I didn't want to.

He said that maybe I can find something fun to write about.

I don't know if I do anything fun. I can't think of anything good enough to write about.

Sorry if I never use you again, Diary.

From, Damien.

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October 17, 9pm

Dear Diary,

I saw a man at the bottom of the garden today.

I was sitting in the back parlor with Celine. I wanted to go outside to get some air and take a break from study. It was raining today and Arthur (our butler) said I needed to wait until it was dry.

You are a book and cannot see so I will tell you about the garden. The garden is long and narrow. It has high walls and big bushes beside the walls.. There are steps that go to different higher parts. Arthur said these are 'levels'. The top level is grass. That is where I am allowed to sit if I can go outside. Mark said the garden is too small to run in. But I said this isn't a running garden. It is one for the grown ups to walk in.

But today there was a man standing on the grass near the back. He wore a white suit and his hair was messy. Then he saw me.

I ran to get Celine. But the man was gone by the time we were back at the window. Celine said I was seeing things.

Diary, you are going to help me remember what happened. I know what I saw.

From, Damien.

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October 18, 6am

Dear Diary,

I saw him again!

This time I was in my bedroom! I was getting ready for school and looked out the window. I could see him from upstairs and he was right there at the bottom of the garden! I didn't move this time. I waited. He was looking at something on the ground floor. Then he turned and walked away.

But he walked into the bushes. As I told you in another entry, there is a wall behind the bushes. Is there a secret gate?

Diary, I think we need to look into this after school.

From, Damien.

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October 18, 4pm

Dear Diary,

As soon as I got home I went to the garden. I went up all the steps and looked around. The bush I saw the man walk to is big and I could see a wall behind it. I moved some branches with my hands to look for a gate. I couldn’t find one. The wall is really tall too. I don’t know if any grown up could climb it.

Janet helps with the flowers and she asked me what I was doing. I asked if someone big could climb the wall. She said no. Then she said I might have seen a bird.

Is there a bird that looks like a person?

I should ask Mr. Bentley when he arrives but I don't want him reading you, Diary. Maybe I won't ask.

From, Damien.

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October 18, 10pm

Dear Diary,

I didn't see the man again for the rest of the day. I did not see a big bird. I hope the man is in a house. It's too cold to be outside.

From, Damien.

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October 19, 11pm

Dear Diary,

The man wasn't here today. Maybe he left.

Celine hasn't seen anyone new around the house. But there is a party tomorrow. Maybe the man is a friend of Father's. She said she will help me look at all the guests.

From, Damien.

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October 20, 6pm

Dear Diary,

The man was not at the party. Celine called me stupid. I called her stupid. She pushed me and I kicked her.

We were both sent to bed with no supper.

From, Damien.

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October 21, 7am

Dear Diary,

Father shouted at me today because of yesterday when I woke up. He said I will bring shame to the family if I keep acting out and being rude.

He took away the book I was reading and told me I was not allowed to eat until supper. 

He nearly took you away until I said that this was school work. He sent me into the study and told me to do my weekend homework.

It's not fair. Celine started it and didn't get in trouble…

From, Damien.

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October 21, 12pm

Dear Diary,

I don't feel good. My head feels funny. I stood up to get my history book and I fell. Only that Arthur was beside me I might have hurt myself.

Arthur was angry. I think he was angry that I wasn't working hard enough like Father wants, but he told me to sit outside to get some air.

From, Damien.

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October 21, 2pm

Dear Diary,

The man came into the garden while I was in the garden. I was lying on the grass when I saw someone move behind me.

It was him! The man!

I think he is sick. His skin is grey. Maybe that's why his hair is messy.

I think he was surprised to see me there. I asked him why he was in the garden. He didn't answer and he asked me if I was alright. He knew my name. I never told him my name.

I said I felt a little sick, but I would be better soon because I had homework to finish.

The man sat on the stone step beside me and took a small orange out of his pocket. He peeled it and said I could have it.

How did he get an orange? They are a summer treat.

The man said that I was sick because I was hungry. I forgot I hadn't eaten since the party yesterday. The orange would help me feel a little better. I was told by Arthur never to take things from strangers. The man smiled and said he was a friend.

He did know my name. I said I didn't know his name. But I wanted to be friends. 

He said his name was Dark. I asked why he was called 'Dark' if he had the whitest suit I ever saw.

Dark laughed. He said it's a nickname. That's when someone gives you another name that isn't your name. I asked if it's like how we call William ‘Will’. He said yes.

We talked. He had a really low voice. Sometimes it sounded funny.

He said I'm not a bad son. Brothers and sisters fight. That's what they do. 

I think he wanted to talk more but he saw something in the house and said he had to go. I asked if he would be back. He said he isn’t a bird but it is a secret how he gets into the garden.

He said that he'd be there for me. I would only need to ask for him by name if I didn't see him. I don't know what that means.

He left a few minutes ago and I went inside and I'm trying to write everything before I forget. He was really nice.

The orange is nice too.

From, Damien.

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October 21, 10pm

Dear Diary,

Celine doesn't believe me. She said she saw me in the garden but I was talking to myself. She said Dark was an invisible person and that I was being stupid again.

I pulled her hair and left her room.

From, Damien.

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October 23, 4pm

Dear Diary,

I saw Dark again. 

Mr. Bentley was here today after school so I needed to be fast. I crashed into Celine while running out to the garden.

I gave him this diary and asked him to write something in it so I could prove to Celine that he was real.

He wrote the message that's at the back of this book. There's no way Celine will call me stupid now.

From, Damien.

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[This entry was at the back of the book. As we suspect this is the 'message' mentioned in the previous diary entry, we have elected to include it here.]

October 23rd.

Dear Celine,

I have been told you cannot see me. That's quite alright. Your brother isn't lying when he says that I am here.

Kind regards,

"Dark".

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October 23, 9pm

Dear Diary,

Celine FINALLY said sorry for calling me stupid so many times. She saw me let go of the diary and saw it float in the air. I couldn't show her the message before Mr. Bentley kicked her out before my tutoring class started.

She doesn't know why she can't see him and is angry that Dark is hiding. I don't know why I can see him. 

I said sorry for hitting her and calling her stupid. She accepted the apology and said I needed to help her meet Dark.

I think that is fair. I think Celine will like Dark too.

From, Damien.

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October 25, 11pm

Dear Diary, 

I had too much homework to look for Dark yesterday. I had lots today too. But I could go outside with Celine before it got too cold and dark. 

Dark was surprised to see me and her together. I pointed and told Celine that Dark was right there. She said I was lying. I gave Dark my pencil to hold and she saw it float in the air.

She still can't see him but she could hear him a little better the more we talked. Dark told us that both of us are able to 'see' and ‘hear’ things that others cannot but it takes time to learn how. Celine said it wasn't fair that I could do it without trying. I don't think it isn't fair. Celine can do loads of things better than me and I don't get angry.

Dark asked the two of us to always take care of each other no matter what. No matter if we are happy or angry, we still love each other. He said that's very important.

Celine said that she always looks out for me because she is the big sister. Dark patted the top of her head and said she should keep doing that.

I'm big enough to take care of myself.

We talked for a little while before we had to go back inside. Dark gave me back my pencil and said he won't be able to stay here all the time like he had before. He had something important to do. But he reminded me that I can call on him if I need him.

Mayhaps I will try one day.

From, Damien.

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November 2, 6pm

Dear Diary,

I haven't seen Dark. I called his name and he didn't appear. I hope he is alright.

From, Damien.

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February 3, 1am

Dear Diary,

I didn't do well in my mathematics test. Father was very angry at me. He said that I cannot be a good lawyer if I can't problem-solve fast enough. He said that I was wasting everyone's time and money by not getting the best grades in my tests. He said I was going to have extra mathematics classes on Saturdays until I never do that bad again.

He sent me to bed before supper. I can't sleep.

Celine and Mark have been busy with the school play. William is helping his family after school. I haven't seen Dark.

I wish there was someone I could talk to.

From, Damien.

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6.10am, February 3rd

Dear Damien,

I have finally managed to help you fall asleep. There is not much more I can do to provide you further comfort, but I hope this letter in your journal will suffice.

You are a wonderful, intelligent little boy. I do not think it is reasonable for your father to be disappointed in your grades. I checked the paper that was still on your desk and you only made six mistakes out of fifty: half of them being unanswered questions that you ran out of time for. That is an 88% grade, which is remarkable when you are covering a topic taught to twelve year olds that you are only learning outside of school. 

I am very proud of you, Damien. I know you are capable of so many good things.

You do not deserve to be left up here alone. You should not be allowed to waste your days going from school to tutors to other classes with no time to be yourself. There are so many things in life that aren't judged by how well you perform in a school test or a piano recital. Your life is more important than results.

If I were not restricted by rules that I cannot explain, I would take you and your sister under my wing and bring you somewhere better, where you can play games and see the world beyond carefully curated gardens and stacks of books. Unfortunately… I cannot break these rules. However, it is unjust to simply leave it there.

Though I cannot do what I know is best, I refuse to accept that the 'rules' are more important. I will still find ways to visit you and make sure you are safe. So long as you are still able to see me, I will protect you when I am called upon.

You are much better than what your parents try to tell you, Damien. 

I hear movement in the corridor. I suspect it is Arthur coming to see how you are doing. I will be gone by the time you read this, but know that my absence does not mean a lack of care.

You are loved so much more than I could possibly put into words.

Stay safe.

Warmest regards,

“Dark”.

[frogs-in-my-tea]

Hello :) I thought I needed to be more diverse with the ghosts so I drew a bunch of ghosts lol

(Crimson nails has been eating me alive help-)

[prim-moth]

The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

been obsessed with new OCs lately… Morrigan (fairy) & Brutus (satyr). Toxic feys frrr his death was done wrong that he is haunting them!!! 💖💖💖

[bambimeadows]

Why is literally every single person in Veilguard, random NPCs and all, so gorgeous, they’re so muggy, why do they all have razor sharp cheekbones and beautiful sparkling eyes. Like don’t even get me started on Irelin and Viago, those face cards are just rude

[redux-iterum]

I was about to ask when Barley learned about Yellowfang’s name change (from Murkpelt) until I remembered that the previous name was in the first book and we’re on like, book three how, and she’s been to the moonstone multiple times ((only remembered as I typing my question n the ask box!))

Thanks for creating an engaging world where I wonder about things! Haha

Glad the mystery solved itself!

[skruttet]

Gaffsie asks if Snorkmaiden sees a "dark, handsome young man" in her future and snorkmaiden doesn't say what she sees but she exclaims "how rude!" whilst looking scandalised, and says that Gaffsie's gonna go tell Mrs Fillyjonk that she's a "disturbed child", and BASICALLY that means I can 100% choose to believe Snorkmaiden saw Gaffsie committing homosexual activities 🤭

[gu6chan]

just reached my favourite point of translation where the subtext is so deep i have no idea how the FUCK to even start with getting the intended joke across/s

[ask-seer]

What is his canon event -

[forthedancingandthethriving]

(Inspo)

Tiresias has been walking for what's probably days before she finally stumbles across someone. She knows, instantly, that whoever this is is not Harmonian nor of this world. Frankly, she's quite sure she'd stumbled upon a Changeling, but the blind oracle doesn't speak on it.

Especially since you can usually see the futures of Changelings. She has, anyway, in her long time upon this world. But this one's future is fuzzy and muddled, and while pricks at her similar to the Snake's when she latches to that thread of his, its much kinder.

Tiresias doesn't speak on it.

"Miss, are ya alright?" The Changeling asks, and briefly, the prophet's face falls flat under her hood. That was.. such a bad accent. But the younger one was trying, so Tiresias didn't speak of it.

"I've left from a Snake's burrow, kit." She speaks, voice soft. "While Umbra has done his best to guide me, it's been my own threads of fate that have led me here."

"A snake?" The one in front of her seems startled. "Then why not jus'-"

"He is larger, and has his body coiled around our home." The oracle cuts her off. "Had I stayed a moment longer, he'd have sung his fangs into me, kit."

She turns her head back to the kingdom of Devos. "My home.. is nothing more than a burrow now. With the gates of orange and yellow scales guarding it, threatening to turn inwards."

The Changeling is quiet before offering, "I've gotta place where ya can stay, if ya need to."

Tiresias ponders it for a moment before nodding. "A sansuctary so cold no snake will dare to enter. I gladly accept."

"Ah'm Dapple, miss.."

"Tiresias." With that, the Cat follows her. "Tiresias the blind prophet, younger performer."

"Prophet.." Dapple seems to realize quickly. "Wait, so yer a' oracle? Ya can see th' future?!"

"The stream is mine to dive in."

"Can.. ya see mine?" The Changeling is hesitant. "See th' happy endin' ah want?"

The oracle is quiet as she mulls that over. Dapple was an unusual case. Her threads were there, but her future and past were so fuzzy that she couldn't really make out much.

But pain and suffering was prevalent in the past, and more seemed to come.

"Your stream is unique. It starts from a waterfall, raging and violent, and tapers to a river that bends and twists." She pauses. "From there, I cannot say. Fate is a fickle thing, and she may change at any moment."

"But a happy ending, you ask.."

The air is tense before she hums.

"I see it possible."

With that, they continue their trek.

[writerfae]

Did toddler Aiden do the thing where you look away for one minute and he's not there?

Henry definitely did it

Oh definitely. Both him and Henry were really curious toddlers.

You really had to keep an eye on him, he’d randomly run off if he saw something interesting.

He followed around cats. He followed around people (mostly just his family and their friends).

When he was fascinated with something, he’d sometimes stare at it very long with really big eyes. Sometimes he stared at something that even a half-fae like him shouldn’t be able to see.

He took things in his tiny hands and probably his mouth that a toddler has no business to take. Sharp objects, for example.

Just to name some things.

He could be quite the handful, sometimes. His family loved him anyway.

[blindedguilt-archived]

//I love how the two writing approaches for Leonard seem to be:

Natori Sawako and Eishima Jun, giving him a deep and meaningful character arc in DOD1 and a gay little childhood crush on his best friend in his novella: I can fix him

Aizawa Tadashi and Matsushita Ayaki, making him an alcoholic masochist in Magnitude Negative and an outright child predator in 1.3: yeah well I can make him worse