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I tried making Holland ganglier and I'm obsessed but I don't know how I can ever recreate this.

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Been drawing Holland recently, trying to figure out a design for him

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I might not ever finish this, but here’s some Dane twins

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“Kell wore a very peculiar coat.” - V.E. Schwab

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Local Ficwriter With One (1) Niche Writes Something Not From That Niche, or: Danes Fandom Notice Me Please, or: Astrid and Athos Coronation Fic?

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This feel like such funny timing because I just drew this yesterday! Same brain anon..

Hi, Orchid! Could we have a small drabble where Holland tries cake for the first time? I'd just really like something sweet for him :)

Hi there anon! Sorry this took so long -- my day has been very very weird. I hope you don't mind this being executed within an AU, because apparently I am incapable of writing Shades of Magic fanfic that isn't a historic-based AU. So, I hope you aren't disappointed and are okay with a 1940s AU.

enjoy!

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Holland’s shoulders tensed as the servers came by for the umpteenth time that evening. Always a rotating click of porcelain dishes, appearing at his left side and vanishing from his right. He seemed to be the only one at the table with any sort of discomfort.

The long dining room of the Maresh estate was decorated for the holidays, the table at its center lined with friends, family, business acquaintances, and more. Kell was seated to his left, the only tie to prove Holland was at all supposed to be there. As with any of his partner’s family engagements, Holland felt under-dressed and under prepared. Usually Nasi was at his side and he could absorb his discomfort for her, but not tonight. The children were relegated to the far other end of the table; he couldn’t see her from where he sat.

He already knew Kell preferred richer flavors than Holland did, and it seemed his adoptive family was no exception. The multi-course meal was an array of things nearly unrecognizable — spiced to oblivion, covered in thick sauces, cream and yogurt and butter abound.

He ate as little as possible that evening, ashamed of the waste but disinterested in any of it. What he did try was delicious, but he would have been fine if the servers had quit after the soup course.

The dessert set before him now inspired the same feelings — a dome shaped cake, frosted in pale purple and decorated with sugar flowers; a cup of black coffee in porcelain worth more than Holland’s entire apartment combined. He was grateful for that. He reached for the coffee cup, glancing around the opulent dining room and wondering what Kell possibly saw in him. Or, rather, why the full force of Kell’s upbringing was not evident in his whole person.

As if sensing his thoughts, Kell rested a hand on Holland’s knee under the table. “Doing alright?”

Holland swallowed his mouthful and nodded. “Well enough.”

“It’s almost finished then we can sneak out,” Kell said with a warm, soft smile. A very particular smile, one that told Holland the redhead had picked up on more than he would admit to. His hand squeezed then vanished, his eyes drifting to the small plate. “Aren’t you going to have any?”

“I’d rather not,” Holland exhaled. “The, erm… sweetness. It’s not to my liking.”

“True, but try a bite.”

“I’m well with my coffee.”

“Please?”

“Kell.”

“It’s my favorite.”

Holland raised an eyebrow. “Your favorite?”

Kell nodded, cutting into his own, revealing the yellow cake and a deep red jam inside. “It is. We would have it on my birthday.”

“Was that your choosing, or?” Holland knew enough of Kell’s childhood after two years that it was a question worth asking. He did now, with some regularity, and Kell never seemed to mind.

He didn’t appear to mind now, chewing the icing and cake and jam thoughtfully. “No, but of all the things that weren’t, it’s my favorite. It’s raspberry — you like raspberry. Here.”

Kell dropped his fork and reached Holland’s. He carefully assembles a bite while Holland stares at the edge of the table, coffee cup raised to his lips. He wondered if he could ask for more or if he could grab some on the way home afterwards. It was the one of the few things he was comfortable indulging in — black coffee, syrniki, the honey cake he remembered from his childhood.

Kell raised the fork up, giving Holland an entreating smile.

“Kell, please.” Holland stared at the man past the fork.

“One bite. And I’ll leave you alone.” Kell grinned. “C’mon. Put down the cup and try it.”

Holland sighed, knowing he couldn’t maneuver out of it without drawing attention to himself. He abhorred that idea more than the idea of dessert. He plucked the utensil from Kell’s fingers and nodded. “If you insist.”

“I do.”

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There’s chaos in water; much more than you can imagine…

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Clothes I'd really like to wear but I'm broke and don't know how to sew:

Thanks for your attention

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I was having a pretty bad day, so could I please have a little bit of Kelland fluff? Or just some fluffy headcannons, if that's alright with you.

Fluffy headcanon thoughts:

This came up because of an anon ask, but @pinkcupboardwitch, @muffinworry, @orchidscript, @dr-dendritic-trees and I were talking about the 'if Kell smells like a different flower to most people, what does holland smell', and we decided potentially on bergamot, that Kell has an earl grey tea scent to Holland. Not just roses.

When Kell visits Holland after White London comes back to life, he spends days looking over wildflowers he's never seen before, because Kell has never seen White London in full bloom, let alone any of Makt outside of the city

A cat moves into Holland's cottage in the woods. Holland did not get the cat on purpose. It simply appeared one day and made itself at home.

Holland occasionally lapses into an internal darkness, and Kell coaxes him out of himself through quiet companionship.

Holland tries on Kell's coat. It fits him perfectly.

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Arnesian Vocabulary + Phrases and Sayings

@bazsnow

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@justthinkofmeasthetalkingair a Maktahn glossary of all the phrases I was able to find + some basic observations. Linguists please add onto my commentary, or let me know if I missed something.

I. The text

·      Das – unknown, probably a location within London.

·      Kajt – a swear word

·      Kösa – I am sure

·      Køt - king

·      Krös Mejkt – Stone Forest

·      Makt – island where White London is located or its city-state

·      Maktahn – adjective/demonym

·      Nijk shöst – please, I beg you, I ask you

·      Nö kijn avost – I don’t fear death

·      Ön vejr tök – The story goes

·      On vis och – dawn to dusk

·      Ös reijkav vösk – you (s.) + unknown + leave (you must leave?)

·      Ös-vo tach? – are you busy?

·      Ös vosa nochten - you (s.) + your + unknown

·      Öt vosa rijke – for your loss

·      Öva sö taro – he is in the city

·      Övos norevjk - unknown

·      Rhaask – a type of alcohol

   ·   Sijlt - river in London; meaning unknown.

·      Tovach ös mostevna - unknown

·      Vosijk - unknown; possible relation to Sijlt? The ij sound is relatively common, but the sij combination is not.

·      Vösk – leave

·      Vos och? – what is it?

·      Vöxt – bound

Ia. The names:

Alox - close to Alexander, Greek, “[one who] defending men”

Astrid - Scandinavian, “god’s beloved, god’s beauty”

Athos - Greek, name of a mountain and Titan

Beloc - Catalan? Belloc, “beautiful place”

Gorst - English, “gorse-dweller”

Holland - English, ultimately derived from Dutch Holtlant, “wood land”

Nasi - a Hebrew male title meaning “prince”

Ojka - very close to Korean Okja, “jade girl”

Ros - not a name that I could find, but a common word in many languages. Take a deep breath: Latin for “dew,” Swedish for “rose,” Irish for “headland,” Danish the imperative for “praise, commend,” Dutch for “horse” or “redheaded, russet,” Romanian for “gnawed.” (I keep telling you guys, Ros totally got eaten after he died…)

Stol - Danish for “chair, heap, cluster.” (chair as in throne…?)

Talya - Hebrew for “dew of God.”

II. Miscellaneous observations + a summary on pronouns:

Ös – you are; singular, possibly informal/ vosa - your

Öva – he is

Övos – conjecture, she is

There does not seem to be a definitive first-person singular pronoun. The use of an actual pronoun (you/he/she) also seems to be rare; it is usually implied based on the verb conjugation.

Makt is lifted directly from the Swedish word for power, which itself derives from the same Old Norse word. Swedish as a language indicates the subject and object of a sentence by word order (usually subject-verb-object as English does, although in subordinate clauses it goes verb-subject-object), does not conjugate verbs based on person or number, and maintains two genders for its nouns. Old Norse indicated subject and object through the use of cases (totaling four: nominative, genitive, accusative, and dative) and had three grammatical genders.

On the other hand, the distinctive ij sound is much more characteristic of Dutch. The Dutch language typically follows the English word order of subject-verb-object, but in certain cases will also use verb-subject-object, such as yes-no questions ( “Saw you the king?” where English would have “Did you see the king?”) and imperative sentences ( “Go the book read” for “Go read the book”). Standard Dutch maintains three grammatical genders, although some regions have collapsed the difference between masculine and feminine. The use of cases is mostly obsolete.

Dane and Vortalis are not obvious fits into the language. Potential immigrants?

Of the six male names we have, five are named for some kind of feature in the landscape. A possible trend.

III. Potential applications for fic:

Kell has absolutely mixed up ön (‘the’) and on (‘dawn’) because they sound so similar to his ear.

Depending on which language influences you lean into for Maktahn, Holland might have trouble remembering the English word order of subject-verb-object (ex: “I Astrid see” instead of “I see Astrid”), assign gender to nouns that don’t have them in English (ex: “The door, she is brown.”), and/or mix up pronouns.

IV. tagging @muffinworry, @dr-dendritic-trees, and @house0fsugar who also expressed interest in this

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Happy to share 3 new papercraft artworks featured on the exclusive alternative dust jackets included in the Illumicrate Collections Edition for the Shades of Magic series in collaboration with V. E. Schwab! —– ADSOM: The was such a weird-feelings concept to work on! 

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Kell's Back story from the collector's edition

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i do not pray, the gods don’t answer

i am skin and magic and bone

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hello and welcome to my new adsom-centric art blog! I felt bad spamming adsom things on main (@camphoteric) so now I have a little corner to contain my yelling to.