panosskoulidas

[dr-maxwell-hemaoncol]

[[hey there chat so not to dox myself but i am currently hunkering down for hurricane milton so any incoming inactivity is due to that. wish me luck!!!]]

[bellagrimfox]

Mickey Mouse Headcanons/Ideas for Epic Mickey

Headcanons

Mickey's connection to the blot means that he can communicate with the Shadow Blot telepathically.

Mickey would prefer to use Paint but he has used Thinner for both fights and for light pranks.

Mickey doesn't believe the Thinner is entirely evil but is aware of the consequences of overusing it.

The blot is a manifestation of Mickey's concern with how Walt's dream is being treated nowadays.

Mickey has rare vision dreams that predict his fate or the fate of his friends.

Mickey can speak to Tints and Turps and is the only one who can understand them.

Mickey can temporarily morph himself into his previous designs, mostly for tricks and jokes.

One of his favorite parades is the Main Street Electrical Parade and he was so happy to see it come back.

Mickey remembers his clubhouse/preschool shows fondly, even if people in the Real World don't.

Mickey does what he can to make sure Toons don't stay forgotten, though some things are out of his hands.

Ideas

This is gonna use a mix of original ideas and scrapped content to see if I can use any of them in a way that fits with the canon lore.

Mickey's connection with the paintbrush technically allows him to use his ink powers with his hands. The issue is that the more he does it, the more fragile his body becomes, draining his colors and messing up his body. Will appear in Epic Mickey 2.

Due to recent issues involved with Disney, Mickey wonders if he's better off being forgotten since his image is stuck in a place between being loved and being hated by the public. This idea may be expanded in Epic Mickey 2.

Mickey can fuse with the Tints and Turps to create temporary forms that strengthen either Paint or Thinner or both at the same time. The downside is that the Guardians magic is very limited and too much can erase them completely.

Mickey getting new types of Paint and Thinner colors. (To be extended in world-building post)

Mickey getting a gas mask inspired by the real life WW2 masks that was supposed to be for kids so he can avoid getting too much Thinner in his lungs. This would only be for cases in which he has to use so much or he's in an environment that forces him to wear one. Of course he finds absolutely nothing wrong with the mask itself, nope not at all.

He still hates war at least.

And finally, his Tints and Turps get special designs in Epic Mickey 2 thanks to their strong connection to him. These designs would be inspired by the Tokyo Disney Resort Summer Splash water drop mascot designs.

I might draw my own design using these during the times I'm not doing college work.

That's all for now but up next is Oswald and boy do I have plenty of ideas for him.

[corvidjuice]

Just found out some people are drinking turps for the health benefits? THE POSION????? THE POISON WE WOULD RUSH TO WASH OUT OF OUR MOUTHS AFTER DRINKING FROM THE WRONG CUP AT ART CLASS??? Don't even speak to me. What is going on.

[kvjohansen]

Guitar Progress: Wet-Sanding the Final Coat

Finding 4000 grit sandpaper is not easy. Nobody sells single sheets of sandpaper any more, so after much searching, I had to buy a mixed pack that went from, I think it was 1000, up to 4000. So I paid $15 plus hst for the single sheet of sandpaper I needed. This is a bit pricey. (I will have to become ruinously addicted to making guitars to justify this, right?)

Anyway, I sanded with 4000 and put a final coat of Tru-oil on the back of the guitar body. Then, discovering a dog-hair, removing the dog-hair, I left a fingerprint in the tacky oil, so I recoated just a portion of it -- and so it goes. I left that upstairs for twenty-four hours or so to harden in a warmer room once it was dry. And then, well, it's still not the glassy-to-the-touch surface I was aiming for, so time for wet-sanding.

Where are the mineral spirits? Why are there no mineral spirits in the cellar paint cupboard?

Can I use kerosene for wet sanding? If I can, should I? The answer is probably no.

Do I want to have to go off and go shopping? I hate shopping. Also, the cupboard is full of excitingly volatile things, some of which must be useful. What the heck is Taltine?

Our house came with a lot of the previous owner's stuff (late parents of a friend), and one did beautiful china painting. Taltine is a turpentine-alternative for fine oil painting. So, can I do wet sanding with turps? Sounds good.

Spouse, dubious, quotes various things about harmful vapours and necessary ventilation, and I do admit that there's no ventilation in the cellar to speak of, particularly as we can't even leave the door open because the dog will immediately come blundering in and fall down the stairs. (Yes, this happened. He's very old and unsteady and now we always make sure the door is tightly latched.) (He was okay, though alarmed and upset.)

However, the sunroom is easy to shut off from the rest of the house, with the added benefit of being sunny and therefore rather better lit than the cellar, and though it is very narrow and full of plants (including an olive tree currently in bloom), it has a door that can be closed, a window that can be opened, and an ottoman which can be covered with newspaper and used as a guitar-finishing workbench. Hooray!

So, a little Taltine on a yoghurt-lid, the 4000 grit sandpaper and a sanding block, and a light pass over the back of the body, the back of the head, and a rub around the sides and the curved edge and it is now beautifully smooth to the touch, while still having a bit of the organic look this guitar, which has a forest sort of theme to its colours, seems to be suited by. (I.e. you can still tell it's wood.) Still nicely glossy, too. It's as smooth as the perfect satin silky neck, with which I am very please, though uncertain exactly how I achieved that.

I'm going to put a few more coats of Tru-oil on the front of the body, as that will get the most battering in life.

And now I should really go close the sunroom window; it must be aired out by now. I don't want to freeze my olive-blossoms.

[midascareclinic]

Is Prostate Artery Embolization Right for You? Key Factors to Consider

When dealing with prostate issues, you might have heard about Prostate Artery Embolization (PAE). But is it the best decision for you? Let’s dive into what PAE is, who it’s for, and how to decide if it’s the best option for your prostate health.

What is Prostate Artery Embolization?

Prostate Artery Embolization (PAE) is a minimally advanced procedure used to treat benign prostatic hyperplasia (BPH), often known as enlarged prostate. This PAE therapy includes cutting off the blood supply to the prostate gland, which can help reduce its size and alleviate uncomfortable symptoms such as frequent urination, trouble commencing urination, and weak urine flow.

How It Works: During the procedure, a small catheter is inserted into a blood vessel, typically in the groin or wrist. The catheter is carefully guided to the arteries supplying the prostate. Tiny particles are then placed into these arteries, blocking the blood flow. Without the extra blood, the prostate shrinks and symptoms often improve.

Benefits of PAE:

Minimally Invasive: Unlike traditional surgery, PAE doesn’t require large incisions.

Reduced Symptoms: Many patients experience significant relief from their BPH symptoms.

Short Recovery Time: Most people can return to normal activities fairly quickly.

Who is an Ideal Candidate for PAE?

PAE is often considered for men with moderate to severe BPH symptoms who haven’t found relief from medications or other non-surgical treatments. Here’s who might benefit from this Prostate Artery Embolization Treatment:

Symptoms: Men suffering from frequent urination, urgency, and a weak urine stream may find relief with PAE.

Health Conditions: Those with a history of certain health conditions might need to avoid PAE. Always discuss your complete medical history with your doctor to ensure PAE is safe for you.

Contraindications:

Severe Heart or Lung Conditions: Men with serious heart or lung issues might not be suitable for PAE.

Certain Infections: Active infections in the urinary tract or prostate could complicate the procedure.

Factors to Consider Before Choosing PAE

Severity of Prostate Symptoms: Consider how much your symptoms impact your daily life. If symptoms are severe and other treatments haven’t worked, PAE might be worth exploring.

Risks and Complications: While PAE is generally safe, it does come with some risks. Possible side effects include:

Pain: Some discomfort or pain in the groin area after the procedure.

Urinary Issues: Temporary changes in urination habits.

Infection: As with any procedure, there is a risk of infection.

Effectiveness of PAE: PAE has a high success rate for reducing symptoms. However, results can vary. Many men experience significant relief, but it’s essential to understand that some might need additional treatments or follow-ups.

Comparing PAE with Other Treatment Options

Medication vs. PAE: Medications are usually the first treatment for BPH. They can be effective but may have side effects and might not work for everyone. If medications aren’t enough, Prostate Artery Embolization could be the next step.

Surgical Alternatives: There are several surgical options for BPH, such as Transurethral Resection of the Prostate (TURP). These can be more invasive than PAE but might be necessary for severe cases. PAE is less invasive, making it a suitable option for some men who want to avoid surgery.

Making the Decision

Consulting a Specialist: Speak with a urologist to discuss whether PAE is right for you. Your doctor will evaluate your symptoms, overall health, and treatment history to help determine the best course of action. If you’re looking for top-notch diagnostic services, consider visiting Midas Care Clinic, renowned for offering advanced Prostate Artery Embolization Treatment.

Personal and Lifestyle Considerations: Think about your personal preferences and lifestyle. Some men prefer less invasive options like PAE to avoid more invasive procedures.

Conclusion

Deciding if Prostate Artery Embolization is the right choice for you involves understanding what the procedure entails, who it’s suitable for, and how it compares to other treatment options. Always consult with your healthcare provider to make an informed decision based on your specific needs and health condition. For a thorough evaluation, you might want to visit the Best diagnostic center in Vasai to ensure you get the best advice and treatment options available.

[mygainyear2024]

Day 3 Portimão - pottering

Despite waking up super early due to the late afternoon coffee yesterday, I didn't leave the apartment until well after 9.30. First stop Village Fitness, about a 5 minute walk away, if I don't go around in circles! A one month membership costs €80 and the receptionist assured me the instructors would speak in both portugese and english. I had a tour and thought it would be my choice, but I wanted to check out another gym later in the day.

Next stop, chasing the coffee and Pastel de nata recommendation of one of the waitresses at the restaurant last night. I did a bit of googling and wasn't certain I'd completely understood "at the Continente and Delta Coffee". I had a hunch I'd be going to a wholesaler and there'd be no cafe present, which was true despite the word "saloon" being on a door. I did find Continente, which was a supermarket with a Coles style cafe serving Delta coffee inside. The galão was pretty shitty but the warmed Pastel de nata was passable. The trip meant I got to walk across the Ponte Velha and river to Ferragudo and enjoy the views and the sunshine. Many people have confirmed the weather here was crap last week, but today was wonderful. I also saw the largest birds nests I've ever seen and then noticed them in many more places.

I had a lovely chat to a Canadian couple outside a closed travel agent. We were in search of information about local bus cards, however the office had closed well before the 1pm siesta. They were in the Algarve last year and highly recommended the Saturday markets at Lagos. After spending ages in the larger supermarket as planned, trying to get google translate to work offline, I came home and had a feast of prawns and reduced caramel easter eggs and booked the train and a boat cruise in Lagos for Saturday.

Later in the afternoon I checked out the second gym option (which also had a much larger sister gym in the opposite direction to the way I'd walked), even though they were cheaper at €65 they could not guarantee any english translation in the classes.

So I've committed to Fitness Village and did a 45 minute TRX class with Ricardo, who is quite entertaining, followed by a 10 minute ab class. Then I promptly came home to struggle with the cork in the bottle of rose purchase which sadly is overpowered by notes of turps LOL! I did buy 2 more bottles today, so I'm hoping one cheap bottle of wine on this trip makes it to the "OMG wine is so cheap (and not nasty) in Europe" list!

[zmaragdos]

Horace, Ode II.20

Non usitata nec tenui ferar

penna biformis per liquidem aethera

vates, neque in terris morabor

longius, invidiaque maior

urbis relinquam, non ego pauperum

sanguinis parentum, non ego quem vocas,

dilecte Maecenas, obibo

nec Stygia cohibebor unda.

iam iam residunt curibus asperae

pelles, et album mutor in alitem

superne, nasunturque leves

per digitos umerosque plumae.

iam Daedaleo notior Icaro

visam gementis litora Bosphori

Syrtisque Gaetulas canorus

ales hyperboreosque campos.

me Colchus et qui dissimulat metum

Marsae cohortis Dacus et ultimi

noscent Geloni, me peritus

discet Hiber Rhodanique potor.

absint inani funere neniae

luctusque turpes et querimoniae;

compesce clamorem ac sepulcri

mitte super vacuous honores.

"On no common or flimsy wing shall I be borne aloft through the clear air, a poet of double shape. I shall remain no longer on earth, but shall leave the cities of men, superior to envy. I, sprung from humble parents, I whom you, my dear Maecenas, send for to be your guest, shall not die, shall not be confined by the waters of the Styx. Now, as I speak, rough skin forms on my legs, I am changing into a white bird in my upper part, smooth feathers sprout from finger to shoulder. Soon, more renowned than Daedalus' Icarus, I shall visit as a tuneful swan the shores of the bellowing Bosphorus, the Gaetulian Syrtes, and the plains of the folk beyond the North Wind. The Colchian shall come to know me, and the Dacian who pretends not to fear the Marsian cohorts, and furthest of all, the Geloni. The Spaniard will become educated by reading my works, and so will he who drinks the Rhone. Let there be no lamentations or any ugly expression of grief and mourning at my hollow funeral, restrain all cries, and do not trouble the empty tribute of a tomb." (Transl. Rudd, 2012)

We need to add Horace to the "Undead and Metamorphosed Poets" list...

[yogpetshame]

what do you think of the claim that lewis wasn't complacent in covering up the early sjin allegations, that he simply handed the investigation to the ceo which meant a predator was covering for a predator

It's not true on its own, there's no way Lewis just handed Turps a binder and said "sort this out."

Rather, it would have been Lewis running to Turps, asking what the Yogscast should do, Turps taking Lewis into meetings with Sjin and going "Paul says he'll never do it again, don't you Paul?"

Lewis was never ambivalent on the issue:

So if Turps ever did anything to manipulate Lewis, it was mainly to confuse him into thinking his stance was uncontroversial and worthy of speaking out loud. And maybe to make Lewis feel victimized by it, like the internet and the women on it are responsible for his lack of control and not Sjin being a predator.

The "fuck you" stream always sounded like we were hearing the logical conclusion of a two hour drinking session the night prior, so if Lewis bobbed his head along at any point and went "yeah, yeah! I bet they're all lying for clout!" he's 100% complicit even if Turps did the work to make him bold enough to say it.

[writefightandflightclub]

Eye of the beholder

Summary: Modern!Poe x (any gender) artist!reader. Poe sits as a nude life model for Reader’s art class, and they think he’s the most beautiful work of art they’ve ever seen.

Author’s note: 13/14 for my last follower celebration (getting there!), using the prompt “You have fanfiction eyes.”, provided by the lovely @wheresthewater​. P.s. sorta headcanon the art tutor as Yoda don’t @ me.

Word count: 2.7k. And hey look I even did a moodboard! :D

Warnings: nudity, duh!

You can’t believe your eyes as he enters the room, entirely nude, his dick swinging. He is without doubt the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. 

Sculpted and yet somehow soft, muscles ripple under his skin as he takes up his position on the podium, in the centre of the circle of easels. You look over him as he settles in his pose- the soft curve of his belly, wide hips with pleasantly rounded thighs and ass. His broad hands. The sweep of those raven curls and the set of his strong nose, his chiselled jaw.

You feel like you’re in the presence of true art, transported back in time to when the likeness of gods were sculpted from marble. Except, you think the gods must have been created, verily, in his vision. You have never understood the feelings a muse might inspire, until now. You feel he should have sculptures dedicated to him. Sonnets written about him. You feel like your loins are writing sonnets, the longer you look, the words filtering out like ribbons which gather as a knot in the pit of you.

It’s not only how he looks -although you can’t deny your attraction is instant, a gulp bobbing down your throat as your fingers clench tight around the brush you hold in your good hand. It’s the air of him, at ease and confident, eyes falling warm upon the artists convened in the room. No hint of self-consciousness, only... comfort. Comfort in his body. Comfort with himself. You feel like he could make you feel that way too, make you step into the warmth of him and shrug your clothes to the floor. Step into him like he’s a painting; a mood, a feeling, a texture, mingling with him like paint and charcoal dust and sweeping lines of pencil merging on a canvas, creating art with your bodies.

He’s only just stepped into the room, but he is far from a blank canvas. He is art. His body is storied and he is speaking to you with it. You’d never had a body speak so loudly to you.

The pose he adopts is assured and practically kingly. You swear his eyes meet yours, ever so briefly, as he arranges himself, reclined sideward on a folded elbow, one knee raised to the sky, his top arm draped casually over the point of it. A white sheet is draped over part of his midsection, the fluid folds of it only highlighting the sturdiness of him, the hue of his smooth and tawny-bronze skin.

You swear he catches your eye as he settles there, a gulp bobbing down your throat as it does his. Your eyes fall across his face in return, stubble texturing his jaw like the rake of a pencil over roughened paper, veins in relief against his corded neck. His eyes are lit like undried umber, light pooling in them like drops of gleaming, watered paint. His curls are like sweeps of charcoal, as if created by someone running their fingers over canvas like one might run their fingers through his hair.

You don’t know where to look, at first, and yet, despite the beauty of him, of all of him, once you look into his eyes you can scarce look away.

You are grateful for the cool breeze drifting into the studio through the cracked, hatched window, and you shrug your cardigan away so the air can ground you. With all your thoughts of gods you are practically lifted from your feet.

For the next moments, you are oblivious to everything else, except his warm eyes and the cool air. Oblivious to the tutor’s instructions, to the ticking of the clock in the quiet room as your fellow artists studiously select their tools, oblivious to the blank canvas in front of you. It is only when you hear the brush of pastels, the whisk of brushes in jars of water, the crisp sound of mark-making on paper, that you realise you have... nothing. You look over your tools and you’re not sure how you could possibly rise to this challenge. How you could ever capture the sight before you.

It doesn’t help that you imagine he’s studying you too. Perhaps because you’re directly in front of him. Perhaps because you’re the only one in the room still staring at a blank piece of paper, yet to do anything. Never before have you felt so overwhelmed by inspiration that you feel thoroughly paralysed by it. You let out a huff of air in frustration, the sound a lot louder and more abrupt than you would have liked in the hushed studio.

You bristle like a misused brush, the fibres of you splayed out in all directions when the tutor softly pads over to you, whispering in his serene day-spa voice. “You don’t appear to have started. Are you having trouble?” Are you? You’ll say. How in the hell are you supposed to paint this man?

Even the whisper cuts through you like a knife through a citrus fruit, bitterness bleeding out from you as the tutor continues to single you out with precision.

“I’m... thinking.”, you defend, and you swear that amusement glints over the model’s burnt coffee eyes.

“You know, you’re always in your head. I’ve noticed this about you. You do great work, but you need to just... feel it.” The tutor is waving his arms now, in the way that one might express a mother penguin regurgitating food to its chicklets. “Let go. It’s an art class, not a thinking class.”

You deliver an undeserved death stare to the tutor as a titter snakes around the class, but his calm response only provokes you further. “Good. Feeling something? Even frustration? Use it. Get it down on paper.”

As irate as it made you, the advice worked. You stopped looking at the man in front of you. You started feeling him. You allowed yourself to get lost in it. It started to feel like a... a Force of some kind. Something coursing through you as you worked the paper, felt the textures beneath your fingers. Worked the shapes and light and divinity of him through your fingers. This didn’t call for brushes and pencil and careful marks. It called for touch. It called for art beneath your finger tips, the paint and charcoal dust and roughened paper smooth and harsh like him.

His eyes become increasingly intense as you work in a frenzy. Lost in the moment in a way the other artists in the room are not. In a way that you haven’t been in a long while.

You barely notice time passing, until the tutor stalks back over to you, curious to know what you’ve produced in your haze. He regards your canvas with a tilt of his head, looking earnestly between your creation and the model. You nibble on your lip and await the verdict, tension gathering in your shoulders.

“This is good. This is good. It’s very different to your other work, but...it’s inspired. I want to see more like this from you.”

You swell with pride, and the model pumps his eyebrows at you, as if in congratulations. You smile shyly back at him as the tutor declares the end of the session, swiftly handing your muse a robe to redress in before ushering him out towards the changing room.

You are the last one left in the studio as you take time to clean off the paint and mess on your arms, humming softly to yourself as you leisurely begin to stack paints away and drop scattered brushes into jars of turps. You smile softly to yourself as you realise that you finally feel... unblocked... You feel like you’ve shifted a dark part of you away, a light side filtering through, finally, like sunshine through a part in the clouds. You hadn’t painted like that since...

“Oh, I’m sorry”, your train of thought is glady interupted, as a voice as rich as burnt sienna sounds behind you. You turn, finding the model standing in the doorway. He is dressed now, of course, but he still appears to you like a god in modern-day clothing. His voice is so beautiful too that you wonder if you could paint the sound of it. “I left my wallet. Occupational hazard of taking my pants off in strange places.” You see him visibly cringe. “That came out weird. I can wait outside for half a mo, if ya wanna clear-up first.”

“No, you’re fine. Come in.”, you smile, unashamedly fluttering your eyelashes at him.

He bashfully nods a thank you to you and passes through the studio to seek his wallet out, returning with it in hand. “Got it!”, he announces.

“Good.”, you state, still floored every time you look at him, quite honestly. 

“I’m Poe, by the way. Poe Dameron.”

You smile sweetly at him, and state your name, surprised you can manage to get words out at all. You’re usually so shy, but something about him makes you feel at ease. Maybe it’s because you’ve seen his junk. Don’t they say to imagine someone naked when you feel nervous? 

Poe, as you now know him, points towards your still-standing easel. “I hope this isn’t a weird thing to ask. Do you mind if I see what you painted?”, he enquires softly, running a hand through his lustrous curls. “Please say if you’re not comfortable.”

You consider it for a moment, nibbling on your lip again, regarding him. There’s no judgment, only curiousity and warmth in his eyes, so you nod towards the easel. “Go for it.”

He smiles softly at you in gratitude and slots his hands into his pockets, sidling over towards you. He releases one hand to bristle over his stubble as his eyes pore over the canvas. Without thinking, his fingers dip towards the ridges of paint he finds there, and you grab his warm, broad hand with yours before he can do any damage. “Don’t touch it!”, you exclaim. “It’s still wet!”

He apologises for his momentary lapse in good sense and you look down at your hand wrapped around his, the veins and knuckles and callouses of him beneath your fingertips. He’s like sun on rough paper beneath your fingers. Like summer.

He makes no move to pull away. In fact, he turns in to you, his molten eyes on yours. There’s that gulp bobbing in your throat again. “What do you think?” you blurt, and you wonder why you’re suddenly so skilled at talking when you only wish he’d press those full, shapely lips on yours and shut you up.

He draws his brows together as you drop his hand and looks over the canvas again. “You’ve got talent, that’s for sure. I can barely draw a circle. It’s just...”, he shrugs a little. “Should I be offended that you only painted this part of me? Was the rest of my body not particularly inspiring?”

You look back over your work. You suppose it is strange, in a way, since he was sat in front of you in the nude. Strange that you have only painted his eyes. His intense, umber eyes are glowing there on your canvas, the shadows and the planes of his brows alongside the dancing of the light, and the soft brush of his lashes.

You press the back of your hands to your cheeks in an effort to cool the rising flush. “Oh. No, I mean, your body was plenty inspiring...”, you state, trying to keep your language somewhat objective. “It’s... hard to explain. It’s just. I mean, objectively speaking, you have such beautiful eyes. And..”, you continue nervously, sure you’ve already veered into highly subjective territory. “...I looked, and I couldn’t look away. When you looked back at me? The light was on you and there was just...”, When did your voice become so breathy? You can hardly keep speaking as you feel you need to pause for air.

“Just what?”, he encourages softly, his eyes appearing rapt with you.

“The way you looked at me... it was... something that I wanted to keep.”

His eyes study yours with vigour, as if he’s suddenly keenly aware of the effect they might have on you. “Objectively speakin’?” he probes, with a soft yet amused drawl.

“Of course.”, you state emphatically, even as you become lost again in the way he’s looking at you. You swear he’s... leaning in. Or maybe, yeah actually, that’s just you. How long have you been talking now? Twenty seconds?

“You have fanfiction eyes.”, you blurt, speaking the realisation freely and without filter the moment it wings its way into your head. Perhaps sent from the gods. You find yourself wishing that he could have just shut you up before you went and said that.

“I have what now?”, he asks in confusion, clearly trying to suppress a grin. “Fanfiction eyes?”

“Uh-huh. You know... dreamy eyes.” Wait, are you still talking? “The kinda eyes that you could write a 100,000 word long-read about? Or...”, you shuffle your boot nervously over the boards of the floor, sweeping them through charcoal dust. “...the kinda eyes someone might wanna look into over a drink, or dinner, for example? Maybe at Gino’s? Which is still open for one more hour before last orders?”. You don’t know where your uncustomary boldness has come from. But you dearly hope it pays off.

To your delight, Poe grins broadly. “You’re kind of a dork, aren’t you?” You might read it as teasing, but his tone is kind, his eyes sweeping over you with interest. You simply shrug and he lifts a thumb towards your cheek. “Adorable as it is, if we’re gonna go for dinner, can I get this paint off your face first? I dunno how you managed to use so much red but you might scare the other diners.”

You nod permission, and the pad of his thumb sweeps over you, the rest of his hand cupping your face. “Did you get it?”, you ask hopefully, voice quaking slightly. Legs quaking slightly.

How long have you been talking with him? A minute? You’d thought he was a god. Perhaps he is. The immortality might explain why you already feel you’ve known him forever. But at the same time, there’s something so aproachable, so vulnerable and entirely human about him.

“Honestly? I made it much worse.”, he admits, shaking his head softly in apology. “I wasn’t gonna tell you, but I don’t know yet if that’s the kinda prank you’d find funny.”

An easy laugh lilts out of you and you promise to be back with him momentarily, once you’ve cleaned-up in the washroom.

When you return, Poe is breathtaking all over again, perched on the artist’s stool in the waning light. He grips his phone in those warm hands of his, the light filtering from below and illuminating the planes of his face in an entirely new way. He smiles up at you in greeting when you re-enter, and you approach him wordlessly as you stoop to gather your cardigan and bag from the floor.

His eyes fall on you and he mouths a soft “wow” as you glide towards him, the moonlight over the planes of your face too. Poe is looking at you as if you’re art. You’re not ready for it, quite honestly. You are used to being the beholder, not the object of beauty. He smiles softly at you and it’s completely disarming, his smile feeling far more familiar than should be possible after such a short length of time.

“So,”, he starts giddily. “I Googled some stuff about fanfiction while you were in the washroom, and now I have a question for you.”

“Go on.”, you encourage the beautiful man.

“Are we gonna be a slow burn or porn without plot, do you think?” He knows he’s charming enough to get away with a question as cheeky as that. At least, he’s charming enough to take the gamble that he will.

You purse your lips and bat your eyes at him. “Right now? Clearly a one-shot with an ambiguous ending. Prospect of continuation will depend entirely on how you do at dinner.”. There’s flirtation in your tone, and Poe looks at you hungrily then.

There’s something in his eyes, yet again; something in the way he’s looking at you that you want to keep. But you don’t want to paint it. You want to create art with touch. You want to feel the textures and explore with your fingers. “But...”, you concede, returning Poe’s hungry stare. “We do have time to make-out before we head to the restaurant.”

With an eager flicker of a smile he leans in, and when he puts his hands and lips on you it is like merging. Like creating art on a blank canvas. Your bodies storied and speaking to one another, you paint intention with your fingertips and the brush of your lips.

THE END

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PINNED!

ooc: hello! welcome to my house oc dr gavin maxwell's askblog!! underneath the read more will be basic information one would need to read to understand him better, plus a few visual references :p!

this acct is run by @worldrusher ! i follow and interact from there as well!!

note that i'm not a doctor or knowledgeable on medical things. i may get things wrong! correct me if i do!!

rules!!

- no crazy nsfw things. please. i may be 18, but i rather not talk about that stuff. sexual jokes are fine but nothing too extreme, please

- don't be an ass? or ableist or homophobic etc.. i don't want to deal with nonsense negativity on a silly askblog.

- if you want to pretend to be wilson (you'll see why under read more) that's okay, but only on anon. i won't be pushing this element of maxwell on any preexisting wilson askblogs either

tags!!

- # blood based inquiries: answering asks!

- # discussing life: non-ask rp posts!

- # turp speaks: mod posting!

that's all the basics! time for the real character info 😎 ⬇️

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while this may be a standalone oc blog, maxwell is actually involved in a house md oc universe that me and my bestie made. i don't intend to make him get involved with these askblog shenanigans, so i'll be breaking maxwell off of it for the purpose of this blog!!

basics!

dr gavin maxwell, md works at princeton plainsboro teaching hospital as a hematology oncologist (simply put, he's a blood cancer doc). he's 30-something years old and has been at the hospital for an unspecified amount of time (aka idk yet). he attended suny upstate medical university for his doctor things 👍!!

maxwell is scottish. he moved from scotland to new jersey in his teens and masks his accent heavily; you can only hear it if you listen close OR when hes displaying strong emotions of any time. many people are under the perception that he's american and he's perfectly okay with that. when he's especially frustrated or just alone in a room, he'll speak scots to himself. for funsies. i'm not going to attempt to translate things he says into scots because i don't speak it, plus it wouldn't make sense if he's not actually Ever talking to himself because all posts are public.

this is something no one but me cares about, but. he attended high school in the relatively same area as ppth. he was in band and marched tenor drums during marching season but was able to avoid concert band. 😁

the woke mob...

he is a trans man, gay, and uses exclusively he/him. he recieved top surgery after working at ppth for a while, and wilson helps him with tshots when at work (an arrangement made by him, wilson, and cuddy).

maxwell is autistic and has anxiety. (he's played by an autistic + anxious [?] mod, btw!) due to his autism (and probably anxiety too), he tends to be very direct, dull, and deadpan to people he does not know well, leading some people to believe he's just a dick. he has a resting pissed off face! when he's close to someone, though, he's much more comfortable showing his emotion externally and being more playful. he's taught himself how to mask to be more expressive and emotional around patients, though. he learned that the hard way...

romantical 💞

in our ocverse lore, he ends up in a relationship with wilson (hilson on the side with other oc thing; long story short polyamory is cool) after a long while of pining and house-induced angst. you know how he is. they are a healthy relationship, believe me; they're very sweet and domestic together! when maxwell is around wilson, he's beyond comfortable showing emotions and the like. i'm the #1 wilswell shipper. because of this, i welcome romantic asks towards maxwell via "wilson" on anon. i won't be attempting to interact romantically with any wilson accounts unless they say it's okay.

faceclaiming!

despite him being mid-30s, his face claim is young jared padalecki. think...giImore girIs. he technically obviously doesn't look THAT young, but he's also my default oc faceclaim. no i will not explain. he obviously dresses professionally (button up, tie, lab coat, slacks, dress shoes) but there's not going to be photos like that of young jarpad. so.

if you have any more questions about maxwell's lore, feel free to dm me or send asks! (psst, and if anyone's interested, fanart is greatly appreciated!)

[mjalti]

Dude Albanians play dumb games and get surprised when they win dumb prizes smh. My sister and I were born grew up in the us. She struggled at languages but caught up in English but everytime she tried to speak Albanian it would turn into a goddamn lecture about how she cant speak Albanian edhe si nuk mund ta flasesh gjuhen e nenes a nuk ke turp and that dumb shit. Now she doesnt really speak it and they dont appreciate it when you point out that when she was genuinely trying she got made fun of.

omg :(

[mychemicalficrecs]

hey i don't know if there's many fics like this, but i'm an absolute sucker for that friends-to-lovers trope and i was wondering if you could suggest any. i remember especially liking one called "sweatshirt serenade" by nsfwfrerardx on ao3 (i think), and i'd like to know if there were more of that out there. don't really care about explicit or the length.

Hi Nonny!

There's tons of friends to lovers fic out there! A lot of the more canon compliant mcr fic probably has this trope, actually.I hope you find something you like on this list!

Friends to Lovers

Sweatshirt Serenade by nsfwfrerardx, Frank/Gerard, 15k, Explicit. Frank has a crush on his best friend's older brother. Said brother takes his virginity. Basically smut!

Release the Bats by Sena, Ray/Mikey, 10k, Mature. Sure, Mikey's a vampire, but Ray's okay with that. He's still Mikey, after all, still Ray's friend, still dorky and sweet and funny and amazing and, yeah. Maybe Ray likes him as more than just a friend.

Kiss it Better by Sena, Frank/Mikey, 8k, Explicit. Mikey's not a violent guy, but Frank makes him want to punch a fucking wall.

Heart Wrapped in Clover by Sena, Frank/Mikey, 19k, Explicit. Everbody's got their not-so-secret secrets on tour. When you live out of a van, you just can't help but notice things that you shouldn't talk about if you don't want to embarrass your friends or start a fight. Frank wishes sometimes they talked about things, though, because he's dying to ask if anybody else has noticed that sometimes, Mikey wears panties.

Won't Know 'til You Begin by knight_tracer, Sena, Frank/Mikey, 24k, Explicit. In which Frank is an accidental pervert, Mikey sleeps with Fabio, Gerard is much too sincere when talking about pain sluts, Ray is terrible with women and great with guitars, and Otter's got really bad taste in music. Alternately, the one where Frank realizes he has a thing for Mikey, Mikey realizes he has a thing for guys, and they're both adorably stupid failboats.

All That Shit Seems To Disappear When I'm With You by gala_apples, Frank/Patrick/Mikey/Pete, 26k, Explicit. Frank’s been attracted to Mikey for awhile, a feeling that he’s kept carefully to himself. Other people don’t have the same compulsion for secrecy. On the first day of school there’s a short angry boy standing at Frank’s locker, condemning him for making Pete’s life hard. September quickly turns into a month of bad decision making as Frank, Pete, and Patrick deal with Mikey not feeling the same way they do. Except, that’s not true. After all, none of them have actually asked Mikey his side of things.

Sing the Revolution by turps, Frank/Gerard/Mikey, 19k, Mature. A high school AU about brothers, best friends, boyfriends, and a lot of cross-dressing.

You Only Hear the Music When Your Heart Begins to Break by Solarcat, Frank/Gerard, 14k, Teen And Up Audiences. Frank has high school figured out. His mom has given up arguing about the amount of time he spends in Gerard's basement, and he doesn't actually care if people think it's weird that he and Gerard hold hands in the hallways and go to the bathroom together. The only thing Frank cares about is figuring out why Gerard's suddenly avoiding him -- because what's the point of losing your virginity on Prom Night if you can't tell your best friend about it in the morning?

With Words I Thought I'd Never Speak by brynnmck, Frank/Gerard, Lindsey/Gerard, 11k, Explicit. It's like being with Lindsey has switched on some sort of current inside him, and when he gets up onstage it comes crackling out, lighting him up, sparking off the sweaty upturned glowing faces of all the kids out in the audience, and he couldn't shut it off if he tried. And Frankie is, well, Frankie, only turned up to eleven, somehow, flailing all over the place like a downed power line, leaving a trail of blissed-out destruction in his wake. And his face in Gerard's crotch.

Black Market Blood by autoschediastic, Frank/Gerard, 17k, Explicit. Frank's so fucking freaky he's potentially wigging out a fucking vampire.

see your moves by morphosyntactic, Frank/Mikey, 1k, Explicit. The thing is, Frank has been waiting a long ass time to get in Mikey’s pants.

Buzzed by synonomy, Frank/Gerard, 6k, Mature. "You should," Frank gets out between snorts, "you should cut your hair." "What?" Gerard wheezes. "No, it's just - it's all stuck up." Frank shuffles forwards on his knees and then his hands are in Gerard's hair. Gerard's laughter dies down abruptly. Frank's fingers are surprisingly gentle on his scalp, ruffling it up, carding through it. "We'd probably have to wash it first, though," he says thoughtfully.

Picture of Health by brooklinegirl, Frank/Gerard, 11k, Explicit. They've been on tour for less than a week when Gerard sees Frank hooking up with the dude from Twin Atlantic.

your money where your mouth is by endlessnighttimesky, Frank/Gerard, 2k, Explicit. "If you have to go to the ER after this you won't blame me, you mean?" Frank grins. "I take full responsibility," he agrees. "Now put it in me, baby."

Mostly Dead by ky_betty, Frank/Gerard/Mikey, 20k, Rated R. Frank and Mikey get turned into vampires and Frank's not sure he can deal with being a monster.

Whatever I Want (Whatever That Is) by brooklinegirl, Frank/Gerard, 9k, Explicit. The first time Frank walked in on Gerard going down a girl in the dressing room, he was pissed.

Between the Wish and the Thing by ciel_vert, fleurdeliser, Frank/Gerard, 24k, Explicit. Gerard has been in love with his best friend and bandmate for years. It sucks. Especially because he's convinced himself that Frank does not feel the same. But a series of events including a long overdue break from touring, gastroenterology specialists, a new puppy and a visit from a know-it-all brother and his smart-as-hell wife, make Gerard question his assumptions.

Choice by silentdescant, Frank/Mikey, Frank/Gerard/Mikey, 1k, Mature. Frank can't keep his crush a secret.

Kicked In The Balls by ladyfoxxx, Frank/Gerard, 4k, Explicit. Baby's first bandom fic. Of course it's all about the stagegay.

you weaseled your way into my heart (and ferreted out my feelings) by akamine_chan, Frank/Gerard, 5k, Mature. You gotta watch out for those bands with umlauts.

straight up by Trojie, Ray/Gerard, 26k, Explicit. Ray will one day blame years of the kind of friendship that involves one person opening the other person up to a host of new, exciting life experiences they wouldn't otherwise have got, and the second person in return spending a lot of time hovering in the ED trying to remember the street names of colourful pills, for what happens after he walks in on Gerard in their hotel room.

I'm Not Sleeping (Trust Me) by Dira Sudis (dsudis), Frank/Gerard, 12k, Explicit. They didn't get any sleep while they were making the "I'm Not Okay" video.

For a Different View by impertinence, Ray/Mikey, 50k, Explicit. AU. Ray Toro is a girl, Rae, but MCR is still just MCR.

[gradematch26]

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This implies you might not have the ability to have youngsters normally after therapy. If you're preparing to have kids, you may be able to save your sperm before HIFU to utilize in fertility therapy. The majority of negative effects will certainly settle down after HIFU, yet some men have longer-term side effects or troubles that establish later on. They could additionally suggest utilizing a short-term catheter (self-catheterisation) up until the swelling has gone. This is where you placed a catheter in yourself when you wish to urinate and also take it out afterwards. Some guys find that urinary issues improve gradually however various other guys have longer-term urinary system issues.

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Some males discover it difficult to empty their bladder correctly after their catheter is removed-- this is called pee retention. This is since HIFU can trigger the prostate to swell as well as block the urethra, which is television you pee with. If your flow of pee is weak or slow after your catheter is obtained, speak with your medical professional or nurse. If you have hormone therapy or a TURP prior to you have HIFU, these can likewise cause adverse effects. One of the most usual negative effects are urinary system issues and problem getting or maintaining an erection. You should have the ability to go home on the very same day as your treatment.

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You'll also be asked not to consume or drink for around 6 hrs prior to your HIFU. In the UK, HIFU is just available in professional centres or as component of a medical trial.

Your medical professional or registered nurse will certainly examine that you have actually recovered from the anaesthetic and are healthy to go residence. You might have a catheter placed in at the start of the therapy to drain urine out of your bladder. A catheter is a thin tube that is passed into your bladder, either with the penis or via the wall surface of your abdominal area. During your treatment, you will certainly either rest on your back with your legs apart or on your side with your knees brought up towards your breast. Your medical professional or registered nurse can inform you which position you will be in. On the early morning of your HIFU treatment, you'll be provided an injection to empty your bowels.

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DWICKRISE

Dwickcast CEO Resumes Duties After Near-Death Scare

via Aegro Clausulus, Dwick Dwickcast Syndykyt Rag NOS DWICKA, ILLIUM - DDS CEO Jorgal “Dwick” Lenny resumed majority control of the Dwick Dwickcast Syndykyt earlier this Wednesday, following weeks of turmoil that nearly saw him, his company, and the de facto city he rules destroyed. Mr. Dwick claims he has experienced a “complete” remission from the disease that nearly killed him, and that the same serum therapy used on him is being conducted on all those who were similarly infected in Nos Dwicka. “This [expletive] couldn’t have been done without the crazy-[expletive] busywork done by the Dwick Institute for the Research of Taint sYndrome,” CEO stated in a press conference confirming his reinstatement as CEO this afternoon. “Iit sure-as-[expletive] couldn’t have been done without my better half keeping the city’s [expletive] together while I was dead.” Drau Lura, whose efforts to find a cure for those suffering “Taint” sickness in Nos Dwicka, is currently recovering at Declan Xavier Memorial from injuries sustained thwarting a coup attempt by DDS Corporate Security “Lemmus” Lepetomay. She is expected to make a full recovery. CORPSEC IN TATTERS Mr. Dwick’s first executive action following reinstatement has been an official disbanding of the Syndykyt’s Corporate Security department, citing Mr. Lepetomay’s attempted coup as “the last [expletive] straw, not to mention the last [expletive] chance for anyone to see any worth in this [multiple expletives] department.” The move has been perceived as largely ornamental to the public, as active members of the security wing surrendered themselves into custody following Lepetomay’s televised defeat, and as the central police station was retaken by Dwickcast Writers Guild members shortly thereafter. Mr. Dwick has been cagey about those detained during this action, citing the difficulty of “handling of security reasons without a [expletive] security department” as his primary reason. With the end of one security wing, however, is the apparent rise of another. Advertisements for positions in “Nos Dwicka Civil Protection” have already appeared on the Syndykyt’s employment site. Mr. Dwick has already been on the forefront on these, stating that “none of the [expletive] who even considered siding with that [expletive]” would be allowed anywhere near the department or its administration. “Our interest has been, and shall always be, the Nos Dwickan people,” stated newly-Appointed Chief of Civil Protection Bellator Turp from his hospital bed at Declan Xavier Memorial, where he is recovering from wounds inflicted by Mr. Lepetomay during the coup. “No longer shall we, your armed law enforcement, be corporate security thugs. Our overriding goal is, and should’ve always been [sic], rebuilding homes and trust.” No officers allegedly involved in the coup attempt were available for comment, though unofficial reports claim that notable co-conspirators Julo “Cragface” Tagris, Nelson Murdock, Nakmor Narstak, Chez Chezlin, and Felvin Dufrane have been apprehended. CEO’S WILL TO BE CARRIED OUT Mr. Dwick authorized the partial execution of his own Last Will and Testament as part of his reinstatement today, beginning the process of redistributing a significant percentage of his wealth into the communities most affected by his brush with death. "It's real likely that there's going to be a [expletive] shootenanny if I snuff it," the CEO said in a video segment of his will made available to the public. "I can't guarantee it'll be near so hilarious as the first time. Too many gangs, rivals, too many [expletive]heads [expletive] bickering for power. And while they're playing nice now, I can't guarantee the whole thing won't go off like a [expletive] bomb when I do. Again, I mean." Mr. Dwick’s will contained multiple triggers for distribution in the case of a posthumous power struggle, during which his estate would be disbursed among those whose homes and livelihoods were most damaged by the fallout. Mr. Dwick has instructed executors to allow many of these to be carried out despite his survival, emphasizing reparations to the poorest among the city and specifically excluding potential beneficiaries among Nos Dwicka’s upper crust. "[Expletive] those [expletive]ing [expletive]s,” Mr. Dwick stated in a later section of the recording. "If they can’t find a [epithet: volus] to hide their [expletive] for a rainy day, it's their [expletive] fault." For these reasons (and others), Mr. Dwick is expected to move from his penthouse estate to a considerably more austere location in the Babetown district. “The food was always better down there,” Mr. Dwick stated to reporters asking about the relocation. “More tasty, more greasy, just more.” REPAIRS UNDERWAY The dismantling of DDS Corporate Security and release of Mr. Dwick’s funds appear to be kick-starting repair work across Nos Dwicka. Multiple programs are already underway to restore the city to its pre-”Dwickrise” status. Plants and agricultural centers lost during the CorpSec-induced firebombing are already being replanted, and initial planning has already been drafted for a new feral kakliosaur habitat in West Craterville’s eponymous Reaper impact site. “The firebombing attack CorpSec launched on Nos Dwicka wasn’t just an act of terrorism, it was an unspeakable act of animal cruelty,” said Nella Yelisi, a town Councilwoman who speaks on behalf of the Babetown district. “The kakliosaur species has only recently brought back to the galaxy, and only under extreme measures. They are a priceless part of krogan history. It is on each and every one of us, including us salarians, to prevent that from happening again.” Funding has also been channeled into building repair works and utility updates for the city’s poorer residents. Those residents with damages related to the CorpSec coup have been prioritized, with households and small businesses at the firebombing’s epicenter placed at the top of the list. “There are folks who like to watch from afar and comment what a trash place Nos Dwicka is,” said Growth Intelligence and Material Procurement Strategist Urdnot Branka, speaking on the subject from her hospital bed where she, like her employer, is recovering from late-stage Taint infection. “They would be right. Any job found here is usually up at 1 Dwickcast Tower. Two years ago, I started working in construction and personally saw how rough things were. The slums were awful, the ‘richer’ districts even worse. But that's to be expected when you live in the aftermath of Reaper-destroyed areas. With an incident like this coup, you think that would be the end of it...but this place is like a field after a fire. Under the ashes are good things ready to grow.” A CITY RETURNS TO PEACE The past months have been a chaotic whirlwind for the people of Old Nos Astra, but these events seem to be finally drawing to a close. The fires have been extinguished, evacuees are returning to their homes, and those driven to the brink by the Taint are on the path to recovery. Most people in the city are still grappling with the consequences of the “Dwickrise”, but it appears the city is already working to mend the wounds dealt to it. Like the very krogan who line this city’s spine, Nos Dwicka is a city bent on survival, and it is determined to flourish no matter what cards are dealt to it. As for the krogan at its epicenter, Mr. Dwick plans to spend a little more time healing alongside Ms. Lura, though he warns that those imagining his new, slimmer stature as “the new, improved Dwick” are seriously deluding themselves. “People don’t call me the big [expletive] boss-man for nothing,” Mr. Dwick said to the audience, winking behind a varren haunch the size of his head at his reinstatement luncheon. “You’re going to see a whole lot [expletive] more of me in the future.”

[yoglxbs]

Turps

I don’t know why I’m writing this, I’m just very upset at this moment and incredibly hurt. 

I am so sick of seeing people condemning Turps’ actions and Ive sat for around two weeks now biting my tongue and trying to acknowledge that he has been dealt with appropriately. But I can’t sit back and just see people talking all this horrible shit on reddit. So i just wanted to say a few words and answer a few questions. 

‘If it happened over 18, why can’t you just block him? It’s just flirting if over 18.’

And to that I say!!! I was 17 when he was asking me for nudes, and 16 when he originally started talking to me. He was friendly to me at insomnias and was really friendly and acted like he cared about me. I have been watching the yogscast since i was 9 years old, and one of my idols talking to me was amazing. I felt so special and I was so naive because i was only a child who looked up to him. And he knew this. He even was messaging me after I was at a terrorist attack, and used to message me to see if I was okay and still talk to me, and made me think that he cared about me, which made this incredibly difficult to come out with, because his true intentions weren’t just someone who was supporting a survivor of a terror attack, but a sexual abuser.

Turps after he found out my age begged me not to tell anyone, and was scared he would get arrested. But I never hid my age from him, I spoke about how I had just done my gsces, left school and was going to college. Many times also, on twitter, snapchat and in person. This wasn’t me trying to flirt with him and acting older than I was, because literally the conversations started with us sending memes to each other. So I don’t know if he really knew my age. But it’s pretty idiotic to not know when I told him so so many times, and you would think considering most of his fanbase is teenagers he would be wiser and maybe ask. (which he started to do after speaking to me lol) (however this also contradicts because he was also messaging another 17 year old and knew her age). 

Im sick of people acting as though he was just flirting with us when it was clear abuse of power and people need to be aware of this. He had a pregnant wife and a little girl at home when he was asking me for nudes and it made me sick. It was so scary to come forward with this because he made me feel like he cared about me, and gave me support when I needed it the most, but these actions really shouldn’t be ignored. 

This is in no way a bash at the rest of the yogscast, they have been amazing throughout this and I really respect Lewis for all the help he gave me and the other girls. Including sending us emails after all of this to let us know that he hopes we can finally feel closure and that he was sorry. I want nothing but the best for the yogscast and I am happy they can rid their business of people like this. It protects their community and shows the type of people they really are.

please feel free to message me with questions or anything. my twitter is dayshelx 

i might delete this, who knows man

[borderlandscast]

I have read both and I am *eyes emoji* (though I read His Dark Materials when I was, like, 13, and it feels more like a fever dream than anything)

i finished all the main discworld novels this year and hed a very emotional moment turning the last page of ‘the shephard’s crown’, and came across my old notes on discworld au! and i’m currently rereading hdm right now! highly recommend a reread since there’s a lot of naunces that can get lost the first time!

they’re both Solid aus, and given how much of a playground both are? 😏 looking forward to digging around in said sandboxes. for now, have some basic info.

discworld au:

basic plot is that there is a prophecy involving a witch and wizard who must* marry and produce the heir to all magic**. the witch is lomadia, and she owns a cottage overlooking the countryside that overlaps with a bustling trade town. the wizard is rythian, who is seeking to update the catalogue of magic and since he finds the ‘witch’ entry sorely lacking, writes to lomadia (at a friend’s recommendation) seeking help and boarding until he finishes said entry.

ravs is a bachelor nac mac feegle living with lomadia. he feels that her quiet life is in need of some spicing up. after she rejects rythian’s letter (‘wizards are all pomp and faint at the sight of blood, even their own’), he secretly crafts a letter inviting rythian to join her and mails it.

unable to tell the difference between a nac mac feegle and a witch’s handwriting, rythian excitedly hitchhikes all the way to her cottage and on arrival, finds her less than pleased at both him and ravs’ intervention. out of pity (including shameless begging on rythian’s part, and she’s to be a co-author, listed first), she lets him stay.

i don’t know if there’ll be other characters appearing but these three are the main characters so far; ravs possibly ends up making friends with the god of cat lovers, aka, nilesy. who embodies the fanatic devotion people have towards cats. all and any thoughts are appreciated!

* scholars argue amongst themselves if the ‘must’ is necessary because if the royals are free to skip out on holy matrimony, then so should peasants and alike be allowed to do so

** with exceptions (for a complete listing of magics considered magic, head to the unseen university’s library and ask for catalogue applicable to current year, day and hour)

hdm au:

rythian is descended from people who formerly used magic. due to their descendents settling in lyra’s world, the ability skipped many generations until he came along, and with another unusual trait: mythical daemons. rythian’s own daemon settled as a small dragon (called ‘ender’, DON’T JUDGE ME). who can possibly breathe fire.

the two set out to find people who also have unique daemons. the first is ravs, who lives in scotland and has been hiding out in the highlands. ravs has a unicorn daemon (unnamed, gender unknown) that only he can ride; nobody’s kept up with him and his daemon thus far. he agrees to join rythian’s quest. rythian is still very gay for ravs in this au (sorry, i don’t make the rules).

teep is a lone forest ranger who has a cockatrice/basilisk daemon; they’re called basil, and basil has the unfortunate habit of petrifying people if looked upon. thus, basil is always blindfolded, but speaks for teep, who is a person of little words. basil looks like a four legged, scaled and feathered beast with wicked talons, a snake headed tail, and a rooster’s head and neck.

zylus and daltos originate from rythian’s ancestorial world, but wander through an opening and proceed to get horrifically lost when trying to carry out measurements of said opening. the two scholars hold opposing ideas about the nature of dust; zylus believes that dust is finite and there is a set amount in every world to begin with. daltos believes that dust is infinite and relies on the presence of sentient beings. spoiler: they’re both right.

zylus’ daemon is a brown gyrfalcon named ‘griffin’, which initially misleads rythian. daltos’ daemon is ‘dallas’, who is a bearded vulture. both scholars can perform magic; rythian seeks to learn magic in the hopes of writing a book. not sure what kind of magic, but it’s similar to charter magic from garth nix’s abhorsen series!

also all parties are being hunted by the magic police since all are illegal beings and apparently cannot be allowed to exist since magic is bad, and weird daemons wandering about can give people Opinions about the religious authorities, so.

watch this become a clusterf*ck of gay. no daemon’s gender has been decided upon yet since i’m still walking back and forth on the topic.

if y’ll got ideas for certain characters, THROW THEM THIS WAY! i considered giving nilesy a sphinx but having to answer a riddle every single time he asks his daemon to move their ass off his chair? no!!!

note that no turps, c*ff, or sj*n will be written into either of these two aus; i no longer feel comfortable writing them given recent events.