#Both wear pointy hats

[yourcrazyboyokris]

Is it just me or are these the exact same people

[abyranss]

Smile!

In Magia Record's re-run of the Nagisa's Wish event, Yuu has at long last been given a canon design, and she's adorable.

In the past, I drew a design for her myself (here, and here) based on the old silhouette they used and I talked a bit then about the similarities I saw between her and Nagisa's appearances. Have a look at those for context if you'd like, because I'm going to revisit that again here with her new look. Below the cut ↓

To start with, some of the things I pointed out on Yuu's silhouette as being shared with Nagisa's magical girl outfit did not survive to her final appearance, such as the fuzz around the edge of her neck frill, the shorts she wears, and the bows along her tails and across her frill.

Though the tails themselves which I compared to the pompoms hanging from Nagisa's hat did survive, that alone isn't enough to draw a connection.

So it seems unlikely that when Nagisa made her wish, her appearance was influenced by Yuu being the first and only magical girl she'd met up to that point.

We can scrap that idea.

However, the parts of Yuu that I noted as resembling Nagisa's witch form, Charlotte... those do still hold up. When you look closely at Yuu, she has rings in her eyes which aren't present when she isn't transformed, and we now know that she uses her horn as her weapon.

Charlotte has a pure white face and a split open mouth, like Nagisa's mother described her killer. This is the strongest piece of evidence which the rest of it is built upon.

Charlotte attacks with her face as well.

And admittedly, perhaps reaching a little here, Charlotte as a worm has a cone-shaped pointy nose that might resemble Yuu's horn.

They also just both have clown energy.

Huh. Looking at these pictures I'm now wondering if I could draw a comparison between Charlotte's head wings and the bundles of cloth hanging from either side of Yuu's head.

...

Yuu was instrumental in Nagisa's transformation over the course of the story, from someone accepting of the abuse she experienced every day into a person seeking to cut ties with her family and create her own freedom, and then Yuu played the part of the person who mistakenly took Nagisa's agency away from her at the end which is what tipped Nagisa over the edge, so I like the idea a lot that Nagisa's grief made manifest from that event took a form that recognises the significance of the Sleepwalking Ghost.

[spacebarbarianweird]

Beloved Monsters

So, it happened! I've finally brought Alethaine, Astarion's dhampir daughter, to life!

Synopsis: Domestic fluff about a small family of monsters.

Tags: fluff, comfort, dadstarion, dhampirs

Alethaine's age: 7

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“Mum! Mum!”

As you open your eyes, the coziness of your bed with a fur blanket and the softest pillow surrounds you. It feels so comfy, like a warm hug. 

“Mum!”

A pale-skinned Elven girl with hair the color of snow stares at you like a cat. She stands upside down on the ceiling as if her legs were glued to it.

“Hi, Alethaine. Is anything wrong?”, you yawn and look at the window. It’s late afternoon and it's snowing. Winters in that part of Faerun are cold and merciless but nights are long. Which is good.

Alethaine, your dhampir-daughter, jumps onto the bed and you notice she’s already put on her warm clothes. Unlike Astarion, she is not immune to cold.

“Can I go? Pleeease!”

You sit up and hear a loud laughter from the inner yard. The town kids. Mostly humans, but Alethaine’s best friend is a dwarf boy, an Innkeeper’s son. All younger than ten, careless and brave like all the kids of this age no matter the race and social status.

“Cover your ears”, you say, making yourself get out of bed. You hate being stuck at home for so long – your body craves fights – but having a little child puts certain limitations.

“Thanks!”, Alethaine bares her fangs.

For the last month, you’ve been alone with Alethaine. Astarion left in the late month of Uktar, complaining that he didn’t want to travel in that awful northern weather and that there is nothing more disgusting than autumn. 

“It’s cold and I will have to sleep in the dirt. Besides, hags are “known” for their hospitality!”

Simple as that. A daughter of one of the noble families fell in love with someone from the common folk. He rejected her, and she made a deal with a hag to get him. The hag turned the girl into something and locked away. So, her family searched for help and eventually got to Astarion – the only person who knew how to deal with both supernatural contracts and the monsters themselves.

“Well, I will either find a loophole to save this idiot of a girl. Or I will have to fight the hag. Not the first time. Gods, good thing Alethaine is going to be much smarter than that!”

You smile. Since Alethaine was born, Astarion has been very sensitive about cases when a young woman, someone’s daughter, is trapped by supernatural forces. Astarion can deny it but he imagines Alethaine trapped the same way.

“Alethaine! Where are you?”, the dwarf boy throws a snowball into the door with a loud thump.

“Coming!”

Astarion was supposed to come back a week ago. Before Alethaine was born you had dealt with such things together. Be it a monster hunting or helping with contracts. But life changed seven years ago. 

You two became parents.

A little girl, a silver-curled elf with long pointy ears, is so delicate as if made of crystals. She has long vampiric fangs and can walk on the ceilings. A tiny copy of her father — Astarion was in tears when he realized that. 

“Bye!”, Alethaine wears her warm winter coat and hat but her long ears stick out.

“Cover them!”

“It hurts when I do that!”

You sigh. Elven ears are so sensitive it hurts to tuck them under heavy winter hats. As a half-elf yourself you can relate though yours are much smaller.

You take a scarf and wrap your daughter’s head in it. By doing that you can’t resist touching her ears which twitch a bit. The girl giggles, baring her fangs. It’s a funny image – the dhampir fangs grew up many years ago and didn’t show any signs of being “baby fangs”. They were probably a single set for all her life which will last for many centuries, growing along with the rest of her body.

But her “baby” incisors have already fallen out.

“Alethaine! Come on!” the dwarf boy waves to her. Alethaine frees herself from your hands and rushes toward her friends.

The moment she is outside, she takes the scarf freeing her ears to the cold air. 

You let it go. 

Sticking at home on your own is boring so you take out a two-handed ax and go outside to take care of it. You never know when the weapon is needed. Here, far in the wilderness dangers lurk in the dark. Wild trolls, gnolls, werewolves, bandits, name it yourself. Townsfolk aren’t people of war and they rely on you, a retired adventurer, to protect them. 

So, you always have to be ready.

The process completely takes you over as the early night falls upon the world and prickly stars start shining in the skies.

And then suddenly…

You are lifted in the air by strong hands.

“Astarion!” you exclaim and wrap your hands around his neck.

He kisses you and then looks into your eyes with love and adoration. But you can’t help but notice he is exhausted, with bruises and dark circles under his crimson eyes.

“Did something go wrong?”

“Darling, there was an obnoxious princess who could not take “no” for an answer, her brother who doesn’t process the idea that he is not as smart as he thinks. And three hags. Three, not one! And each of them had a personal contract with the girl, each contradicting the other one. What could possibly go wrong?”

“So, did you save the girl?”

“Depends. She won’t have to spend another five centuries being locked in a mirror. But she will be the hags’ servant for eighteen years, six for each of them. They also wanted to transform her into something I would call a half-rotten gnoll, but I managed to talk them out of it.”

“Two decades is long for a human.”

“Well, she wanted to make that boy her mindless lover for the rest of his human life so I think it’s fair. Her family didn’t agree, though, so I had to return on my own.”

“Did they pay you?”

“No, I stole some valuable possession of theirs”, he puts you on the ground and slips a ring on your finger. “It’s not enchanted, I checked.”

The ring is beautiful. It looks as if the fire was trapped inside it.

You two kiss again and get inside. The moment Astarion steps into the bedroom he starts undressing – he probably has been dreaming of getting rid of the dirty clothes for weeks. 

You smile. You’ve seen him undressing and naked thousands of times but you never get tired of it.

“I’ve seen Alethaine. She made those human children carry her on the sled,” he says.

 “If they don’t treat her well, who would sneak to other people’s houses to steal sweets?”

It is a common complaint. Apparently, Alethaine learned that if her feet are bare she makes no sound walking on the ceilings.

“I am tearing apart against the necessity to punish her for that and admiring her skills”, Astarion adds.

“You were a magistrate; I think you can find words to persuade a seven-year-old.”

“It’s much easier to persuade a devil than Alethaine!”

“Who could she take it from?”

He laughs and you approach Astarion for another kiss. You missed him. Gods knows, you missed him. You caress his strong shoulders ready to start something more sensual.

“Love”

“Hm?”

“I don’t want to.”

You pull away and touch his cheek. There aren’t enough words in your vocabulary to express how proud you are of him. It’s been twenty-seven years but he still has issues with saying “no” to you. And you often find yourself in an intimate situation when you suddenly realize he doesn’t want to take part in it. Maybe, not to upset you. Maybe, out of stubbornness.

“Sure. What do you want, then? Bath? Blood? Sleep?”

“Everything you mentioned in that exact order.”

“Wait, I will prepare the bath.”

… Soon enough, Astarion sinks himself into the bathtub and you start washing his curls out of dirt while he scrubs his skin. You notice some bruises and scratches. They still haven’t healed properly and you try not to think how they looked a week ago.

“Don’t worry. It’s not like I was butchered”, he answers, noticing your concerns.

“I wish I could come with you.”

“Darling. Alethaine is growing faster than a kitten – soon she will be old enough to be on her own. We will be doing this together again.”

You smile. Yes, that’s true. As a half-elf, you have much more time than humans. You are sixty-three, your human siblings are either long dead or very old. But you still look like you did when you were twenty. You have more than a century of life ahead. Plenty of time. For adventures, for miracles, for everything. Maybe, even for another child. 

You spend what looks like a pleasant eternity like this. Talking, laughing, smiling. At least twice Astarion takes your hand graciously and drinks blood from your wrists. His bruises and scratches immediately heal. Whatever blood he managed to take in the winter woods wasn’t enough.

When the water gets cold, Astarion gets out and dresses in clean clothes, a white shirt with an embroidered dragon and black trousers. 

… Together you sit in front of the fireplace. Astarion hugs you and you silently look at the fire. 

A loud thump wakes you from bliss. 

“Dad!” Alethaine cries out and in a moment the girl is on her father's lap.

“Hello, princess,” he stands up, lifting the girl in the air. You notice her ears have a purple color. “I see your teeth keep falling out”

Altethaine grins. And Astarion plants a gentle fatherly kiss on her forehead.

“Wait a moment, I brought you something” He puts Alethaine back on her feet, and she yawns like a cat. 

Astarion pulls out two books out of his travel sack. Alethaineimmediately opens the first one. You can see pictures and intricate Elven letters – despite being a half-elf you never learned how to read it, meanwhile Alethaine had learned to read and write both Common and Elven before she turned five.

“Is it Elven?” she asks. “I can’t understand what is written!”

“It’s Old Elven. A little bit different from the one we speak.”

Alethaine opens the other book and sees an image of an Elven woman with long silver hair, and dark eyes.

“She looks like me,” Alethaine says,

“Yes, that’s what I thought.”

You look at them unable to stop smiling. Monsters. A vampire and a dhampir. 

Your beloved monsters. The daughter and the husband. Sometimes you treat them like something given – besides, what is more “traditional” for a mortal woman than a child and a spouse? But Astarion never forgets, even for a moment, that these normal things are supposed to be impossible. He isn’t supposed to have a home, a wife, and a child. 

You remember him crying with the newborn in his arms. Mere seven years ago. You remember coming back from a “dragon slaying travel” in the middle of the night to see Astarion and Alethaine sliding down a hill together. You remember his stare – which he gives you every single morning. The look of adoration, love, and gratitude. 

The girl yawns once again, and you notice how sleepy she is. 

“Are you hungry?”

“No,” the girl pouts. “I wanna sleep.”

“Oh, all right then. But come downstairs if you feel hungry”, Astarion strokes her silver hair.

Alethaine approaches you and wraps her hands around your neck. You feel a soft prickle of her fangs on your shoulder. 

“Have a good sleep, kitten”, you say.

Alethaine snatches both of the books from the table and goes away. Unlike Elven children, Alethaine does sleep. Like a predator, deep in her dreams but waking up a moment something off happens. 

“So, I think we should follow her example”, Astarion lifts you up in the air bridal style. “It’s tediously boring to sleep alone, do you agree?”

You giggle. When Astarion leaves, Alethaine doesn’t let you sleep alone. She crawls into her parents' bed and hugs you from behind pressing her little nose into your back. Anyone would think the girl is afraid of darkness or monsters.

But it’s not that.

Alethaine, a half-monster herself, sincerely believes her mother needs to be protected. And if Astarion isn’t at home, it’s her duty to make sure nothing comes after you. Maybe you slay monsters with your two-handed ax but who knows what night can hide? 

You caress Astarion’s cheek.

“Yes, how could I even fall asleep without my beloved monsters?”

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[yournowheregirl]

read my mind

rating: G | wc: 1225 | cw: none

The first word that comes to mind when Eddie steps foot into the Harrington house is ‘chaos’.

Which is weird, because he had come to know Steve’s house as neat and very much put together. It was probably a combination of weekly cleaning and the fact of Mrs. Harrington’s obsession with interior design and keeping everything absolutely perfect, even though she wasn’t there most of the time. But this time there are loose pieces of paper all over the floor and a pile of books in the middle of the hallway, like someone had spent hours researching something.

Eddie also hears some kind of ruckus coming from the kitchen and he prepares himself for the worst. He might not be all that up-to-date with all of the crazy shit that’s been happening in Hawkins over the last few years, but he has been through enough to know that something weird can happen at anytime.

As he approaches the kitchen, Eddie jangles his keys, sliding them between his fingers as a makeshift weapon, just in case. He stomps his feet a little louder than usual and takes a deep breath, preparing for the worst, as he turns the corner.

If he thought the hallway was chaotic, it’s nothing in comparison to what Eddie finds in the kitchen. The clutter of books and loose papers had made its way onto the tiled floor, but it was joined with what looks like miles and miles of tin foil. Eddie’s eyes follow the silver trail to the other side of the kitchen, where he finds the two culprits.

Steve is sitting at the kitchen table with Robin sitting on the floor in between his legs, and while that isn’t something unusual, their accessories definitely are. Because Steve is wearing an absolutely ridiculous tin foil hat, with a pointy end and all, and for a second Eddie wonders if this is a new hair routine for him. Steve is focused on making a hat for Robin, it seems, as he’s wrapping even more tin foil around her head as well.

“What the fuck are you two doing?”

“Babe!” Steve says with a bright smile. “You came at the perfect time!”

“Uh, you invited me, and also, that doesn’t answer my question. What the fuck are you two doing?” Eddie asks again. “Is this the new and improved Steve Harrington hair ritual?”

“No,” Robin replies with a roll of her eyes. “We’re testing out our telepathy.”

Eddie blinks, completely dumbfounded at what Robin had just said. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah, there must have been something in that bunker, or in the Upside Down, something, because we totally have powers now. Like, I always know what Robin’s thinking, for some reason,” Steve says, and oh God, he’s being sincere isn’t he?

“Yes! So today, while I was shelving tapes at work, I was thinking about how the moon landing was totally faked, right? And then Steve just finished my thought, saying ‘oh yeah, they faked it for sure’ like it was nothing,” Robin says excitedly. ”I didn’t even say anything! He just read my mind!”

Now Eddie hasn’t been scared away from the freaky sides of things, it even earned him a nickname, but this is a little too weird. Even for him. There’s no way that Steve and Robin actually have supernatural powers, no matter how hard they try to believe it. But then Eddie notices how excited they both are, and the big smiles on their faces make him smile as well. Sure, they’re being ridiculous right now, but he figures they deserve to be after all they’ve been through.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What can I do to help?”

“Right, so…”

Apparently Robin has raided the Harrington’s personal library on all the science books they had (which Eddie had noticed in the hallway) and cooked up an experiment that will prove once and for all that she and Steve are telepathically connected. All Eddie has to do is a little word association, and if both Robin and Steve write down the same word without looking at each other’s answers, it proves their connection beyond any doubt.

Well, Eddie still has his doubts, but whatever.

Once Steve and Robin are all set, their backs against each other and a piece of paper and pen in hand, Eddie gives them their first word: chocolate. He gives them both five seconds to think of something, but while they look very confident, their answers don’t match up.

“Sorry. Steve said milk and Robin said cocoa,” Eddie tsks. “Not a match.”

“It’s basically the same thing,” Robin scoffs. “Another one.”

“Fine. Your next word is, uh, sun.”

After five seconds, Steve shows his paper, which says summer, while Robin’s says hot. Again, not a match.

“Well, summers are hot, so we’re getting close.” Steve shrugs. “We’ll get the next one, Robs, I can feel it.”

But with every word Eddie throws at them, they continue getting close to a similar answer (Steve answers ‘sky’ while Robin says ‘galaxy’ when Eddie gives them the word ‘star’) but it’s never an exact match. This doesn’t deter them in the slightest; they continue to be convinced of their powers while Eddie starts to believe less and less. Not that he believed it in the first place.

That is until…

“Okay, final one,” Eddie sighs, and because his stomach is rumbling, says, “Hungry.”

Steve and Robin scribble away on their papers and then show Eddie their words in unison. For the first time, they have the exact same word on paper: ‘pasta.’ Eddie must look either shocked or impressed at this turn of events, because Steve positively lights up at the sight of him.

“Did we get it?” He asks, looking over his shoulder at Robin’s paper and beaming when he sees the answer. “Robin! We got it!”

“I knew it! I knew we had a connection!” Robin exclaims. “Do you believe us now, Eddie?”

Eddie huffs in response. “That doesn’t prove anything. You’re just saying that because you were supposed to make pasta today, remember? You invited me over for lasagna?”

“Oh shit. You’re right,” Steve says with a sheepish grin on his face. He carefully removes the tinfoil hat and Eddie tries not to laugh at the ridiculous state of his hair. A very wise decision because he’s rewarded with a quick kiss from Steve. “I guess we got a little distracted. Sorry babe.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky you’re cute,” Eddie flirts back. “Now, where’s the pasta?”

After the kitchen is cleaned up, Steve starts working on the lasagna. Eddie offers to help, but Steve tells him to just sit back and relax. Well, Eddie can definitely do just that. Robin does get to help though, saying something about the lasagna being her mom’s recipe, so she has the final say with the ingredients.

As Eddie watches them cook together, moving around the kitchen in perfect sync and handing each other spatulas and seasoning without asking for it, he can’t help but wonder if Steve and Robin do have some kind of psychic connection after all.

happy birthday!! @stobinesque 🎉🎁🎂 me and @legitcookie cooked up this little silly stobin brainworm for you to celebrate your birthday!! we hope you enjoyed!

[hyuburt]

Lineup!!!

[ID: Two uncolored rough sketches of the homestuck girls lined up side by side, three on each image. The first one shows Aradia, Nepeta, and Kanaya side by side in order of blood color. Aradia is on the left and she is facing the viewer with one arm behind her back and the other raised with her hand splayed as though she is using her telekinesis. Her hair is long and curly, with two sections draping on either side of her face and over her chest. Her clothes are torn and visibly dirty. Her eyes have no pupils and her expression is calm and hollow. Next to her in the middle is Nepeta, who is energetically holding her clawed, gloved fists up next to her head in pride. She is considerably shorter than aradia, her long open jacket pooling on the floor behind her feet. The horns poking out of her hat gives the illusion of a cat face, and her two pointy bangs give the illusion of fangs. Her hair floofs out wildly around her face where it pokes out of her hat. Her expression is downright ecstatic, with a small button nose and freckles on her cheeks. To her right is Kanaya, who is notably taller than either of them. She is standing upright and still, with her hands clasped loosely below her stomach. She is wearing a shirt sleeved shirt over a long sleeved shirt, along with her signature long skirt that drapes around her slippered feet. She has a long straight nose and her expression is mild and neutral, though not unapproachable. The next image is a continuation of the homestuck girls lineup, continuing with Terezi, Vriska, and Feferi. Terezi is the shortest of the three and is drawn slightly chubby and with faint scars around her glasses, seemingly coming from her eyes. She is wearing a t-shirt, baggy jeans, and crocs with socks (though you can't see them.) She is grinning widely and holding her cane up in both hands across her body as though she is ready and eager to wack people with it. Next to her in the middle is Vriska, who is slightly taller and thinner, with a longer nose, and her expression makes her look like antagonistic, like she's laughing at someone meanly. Her robotic arm is adjusting her glasses while her other hand is on hip, and her stance is wide and confident. She is wearing her typical blazer, along with jeans that have rips and patches on them. The right lens of her glasses is augmented to make up for her missing eye. To the right of Vriska is Feferi, who is holding her trident behind her back and is leaning forward inquisitively. She appears excited and curious. Her long hair is wild and swept back from her forehead, where she has her heiress circlet. She is wearing a sleeveless shirt with several long necklaces, and an intricately shaped skirt that has two tails that drape behind her. She has on ankle bracelets and slippers. Freckles and moles are dotted all over her visible skin. End ID.]

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A digital drawing in a vintage cartoon style of Sasha and Tim as a witch and a black cat respectively. Sasha is a tall Afro-Latina woman with curly black hair and she is wearing a purple and orange dress with a matching pointy hat and orange and black striped thigh-high socks, black slippers, as well as a black choker, round yellow earrings, and she is holding a broom. Tim is a short, stocky Latino man with purple hair a small goatee, and cat ears, and he is wearing a black bodysuit with feet paws and a tail, and a bell collar and rectangular glasses. They are both smiling and posing as if for a photo with Sasha having one hand on her hip and one leg raised, and Tim raising his hands up like paws. The colors are offset from the line-art in multiple directions and the background is off-white. end ID]

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the timsasha halloween piece has arrived!! enjoy the powerful witch, miss sasha james and her familiar tim :3c

[shin-slayer]

Granny Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg

ID: A digital drawing of Granny Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg from 'Wyrd Sisters'. They are two witches; Granny is on the left; she is a thin, elderly lady; her arms are crossed and she has a disapproving look on her face. Nanny Ogg is on the right; she is a small, plump old lady; she has one hand on her hip and is winking at Granny. They both wear pointy hats. end ID.

[cerise-angel]

+18 halloween blurb! steve harrington x reader

steve cant function when he sees you dressed as a witch. its not supposed to be a sexy costume, its really just a simple black long dress with a long v cleavage, some old mesh thighs you cut to use as sleeves and a pointy hat. its pretty, a little flirty but not sexy. the problem is that the dress is pretty much transparent, and he can see the outline of your bra less chest and the lacey thong youre wearing. steve wants to devour you. hes sure you made this on purpose, chose this dress on purpose, by the wicked smile you have. "do you think its too transparent?" you ask with fake worry "should i change?" steve laughs because he knows exactly what youre doing, and so he nods. "yeah baby, change it." with a fake pout, you push the straps of your dress out of your shoulders, letting the fabric pool at your feet. steves hands are on you before you can think about it, squeezing your boobs in the softest way. he makes a purpose to not touch on your already hardened nipples or your soaking panties, cause he wants you begging for him. "steve, youre not being nice." you pout grabbing his hand and placing it on top of your panties. steve gives a kitten lick just below your belly button, his fingers pinching your nipples now making you squirm. "its a trick honey. need to get you ready for your treat." you roll your eyes, partly to the corny phrase, partly to being so turned on by him. "stevie, cmon." he keeps his distance, playing with your boobs, smirking at you. "not yet." you huff, shaking your hips desperate for any kind of friction. you feel your panties getting wetter. "stevie. ple-e-ase." he nods seeming content with teasing you. he kisses both of your nipples, taking time to suck and bite each boob. "stevie i need." youre almost crying and steve is delighted to hear it. finally he pulls your sticky panties down, and press a chaste kiss under your belly button. he keeps kissing until he reaches your pussy, kissing it oh so softly that it has you pulling his hair to steady yourself. when he opens your lips and lets his tongue slide against your clit you feel actual tears. he licks it again, pressing against your clit with the pad of his fingers, circling it. steve looks up to you "use me as you wish, little witch."

[prokopetz]

I'm considering adding rules for parameter values of zero to Tiny Frog Wizards when no dice are assigned to them. Playtesting indicates that in a lot of cases, a minimum parameter value of 1 makes it too tempting to forego the dice for words and gestures and just roll the single die for wearing your pointy wizard hat, and it'd remove some weird edge cases like spells having Potency that isn't equal to the sum of their parameters when rolling fewer than three dice.

Basically, it'd work like this:

Range 0: The spell can only target yourself or something you're directly touching.

Magnitude 0: The spell affects a creature, object or area equal to whatever you can hold in both cupped hands.

Control 0: If you don't assign a die to Control, the spell simply doesn't do anything.

This would still leave the option of casting a spell with the minimal one die, but you'd have to assign it to Control and just deal with lousy Range and Magnitude. It'd also open up some design space for effects that grant parameter bonuses or impose minimum values.

[brainlicking]

For this year's @tss-storytime! Here's my illustration to go with @holyfuckthisfishcandrive's story Brother Mine.

This is my first time doing something with a crosshatching tool and I'm so pleased with how the whole piece turned out.

[Image ID: First image is a grey-scale image with cross-hatch shading of the inside of a grand palace hall, filled with marble pillars and sun/moon motifs. Standing in the center is a witch. The witch’s face is shadowed, she wears a long pointy black hat with a wide brim, dark grey robes and their hair is long, white and resembles smoke.

Second image still in grey-scale cross-hatch shading, there are 2 panels one on top of the other, with spoken text underneath.

The top panel contains two figures, Roman and Remus, both wearing elegant medieval attire different than their Canon appearance. They are staring at the witch in with fear and apprehension.

The bottom panel contains a close-up headshot of the witch, who is smirking. The text underneath these images say: "I HAVE COME FOR THE FIRSTBORN PRINCE". These words are being said by the Witch in the bottom panel. /End Image ID]

[novankenn]

The Fundraiser

Jaune was a little nervous. It had been four months since he had seen his twin sister Joan. He knew she had taken his running off... extremely badly, so he was worried about how she was going to react when she saw him. As the bullhead landed, Jaune swallowed nervously. His knees actually started to quiver as the hatch opened.

????: JAUNE!

Jaune was bowled over by a blond haired missile, and when his head stopped swimming he found himself looking into the blue eyes of his twin sister, who was firmly seated upon his chest.

Jaune: Hi Joan.

Joan: You stupid, ignorance, disloyal, jerk! How dare you!

Jaune: I'm sorry?

Joan: Sorry? You WILL be sorry! You left me alone... with them, how could you?

Jaune: I'm sorry... but Belle and Bella really like you! They couldn't have been...

Joan: I'm talking about mom and dad! Dad was convinced you had been eaten by grimm, and mom spent four weeks crying about how she lost her baby boy to some cradle robbing skank!

Jaune: Well... neither of those things happened, so...

Joan: And you NEVER did once write me! I had to reach out to Auntie to find you!

Jaune: You didn't... please say you didn't!

????: She did.

A ominous shadow fell over the two siblings. Who both looked up to see the grinning face of Glynda Goodwitch... their mom's twin sister.

Jaune: What have you done...

Glynda: So as you can see Joan, Jaune is fine, I've been keeping him safe.

Joan: Thank you Auntie.

Glynda: You are welcome. Now... you BOTH owe me a favor and tonight I am cashing it in.

Joan/ Jaune: And the favor is?

Glynda: You are going to help me with the Annual Beacon Charity Auction. I have your... uniforms in my apartment.

Joan: That doesn't sound so bad.

Jaune: Don't jinx it!

Joan and Jaune were hot and exhausted. Neither was happy with the Holiday elf outfits they were having to wear, that included bell topped pointy hats, and curly shoes. Though the short skirt that Joan had to wear was a little better than the nearly pained on shorts Jaune had on.

Joan: I'm tired. Is this almost over?

Jaune: Yeah, I think so. That was the last lot we had to move.

Joan: Good. I want a shower and to cuddle you, like we used to.

Jaune: Soon, Joan. Soon.

Glynda: Thank you all for your support of the Vale Orphanage and Food Bank!

Crowd clapping politely.

Glynda: Now for our last special client only lot... lot double J.

Joan: I though you said... ?

Jaune: It was.

Joan: Then where is this Double J lot?

Jaune: I... HEY!

Joan: EEP!

The Pair felt themselves lifted into the air and pulled through the curtains, finding themselves in front of the several of their friends and strangers.

Glynda: Now before I start the bidding, here are some of the details. Lot Double J is of a set of Arc twins. Jaune and Joan. They are and I quote "Perfect House-Husband and House-Wife material".

Joan/ Jaune: Mom SOLD US OUT!

Glynda: While their combat ratings is at E rank, that is of little concern. They both have Baking Skills at Rank A. Rank B Housekeeping. Rank B Laundry. Rank S Cooking. Rank A+ Child rearing...

The room was filled with polite clapping.

Glynda: AND Rank SSS Stamina... you know what that means...

Once again the room filled with clapping... very loud and aggressive clapping.

Glynda: This lot is to be sold as a set, and yes the marriage documentation is ready for signature. So do I have an opening bid of...

???? 30,000!

Jaune: Weiss? What the hell?

Joan: Whose Weiss?

???? 45,000

Jaune: PYRRHA!

Joan: Was that you're partner?

Weiss: Back off Nikos! Those blond angels are mine! 55,000!

Jaune: So you want him now? Pathetic Schnee. 75,000!

Weiss: Pathetic? Who was too much of a coward to admit her feelings? 85,000!

Jaune: Feelings?

Joan: I think she likes you.

Jaune: Great, but right now she's trying to buy OUR hands in marriage!

Joan: Oh, yeah right.

Pyrrha: I was scared! I didn't want to drive him away... but I can't not take this chance! I LOVE YOU JAUNE and I'll LOVE JOAN just as equally! 100,000!

Joan: Awe, that's sweet.

Jaune: Joan their trying to BUY us!

Joan: You trying to tell me, you don't want someone who is interested in us, who can provide for us, and all we have to do... is the shit mom and dad had us do all the time?

Jaune: Well...

Joan: Plus... you do know what Husbands and Wives get to do... and do a lot right?

Jaune: Oh...

Weiss: The Arc and Schnee name must be joined! With those two at my side I will fix the SDC and with their loving support, I'll make reparations to all the people my father has hurt! 250,000!

Joan: Arc-Schnee?

Jaune: Schnee-Arc? Nah. Arc-Schnee, sounds better.

Joan: Right?

Pyrrha: No... I will NOT lose to some spoiled princess, using her daddy's money! 500,000, and I'll sign over the Royalty Rights for Pumpkin Pete's to Beacon for administration to local Vale charities! That's another 200,000 per year!

Glynda: Um...

Looks over to the lawyers, administrator and observers.

Glynda: Can we accept that?

The lawyers, administrator, and observers all shrug their shoulders.

Joan: Pyrrha seems nice.

Jaune: Oh she is. She saved my life at initation.

Joan: Really?

Glynda: Okay... 500,000 upfront, pl;us 200,000 per annum... going once!

Murmurs from the crowd.

Glynda: Going twice!

Weiss just crosses her arms over her chest, and shoots Glynda a wink.

Glynda: SOLD!

BANG BANG BANG

Joan: Wow... that's a lot of money to help the needy.

Jaune: It is. But are you okay with this? I mean we're going to end up jointly married to the same person...

Joan: It was bound to happen... considering mom and auntie.

Jaune: True. Ture.

Glynda: Lot Double J goes to Pyrrha Nikos for the sum of 500,000 lien and an annual contribution of a further 200,000. Congratulations! To everyone, thank you for attending, and your support.

Joan: Jaune... why am I feeling scared now?

Jaune: I don't know... but I'm feeling it too.

[trashpandato]

Spookycorp

Kara hasn't even fully closed the door behind her when small legs come running towards her. She turns just in time to catch Esme in her arms.

“Aunt Kara!”

Kara winces a little at the loud greeting, but she wraps her arms around her little niece anyway. When she pulls back enough to get an actual look at her, and at Lena, who’s hovering nearby in the kitchen, she’s lost for words.

Esme looks like a miniature version of Lena. They’re both wearing a white, flowy blouse, a black vest and black pants. Esme even curled her hair in a way that looks exactly like Lena’s.

“Hi Bug,” Kara stutters out. “You look…nice.”

Esme squirms excitedly and Kara decides to set her back down. Esme grins and does a quick twirl and then runs over to the coffee table to grab what looks like a small, leather-bound grimoire.

“I’m Aunt Lena!”

“I can see that,” Kara nods. “Is there, um, what’s the occasion?”

“We’re going to get candy!” Esme squeals.

It’s then that Lena finally speaks. “What she means is that we are taking her trick or treating later.”

“Ah. Okay. And the, um, the outfit?”

“Well, you see, Esme told me this morning that she wanted to be a witch for Halloween. But when I took her to the costume store, she didn’t like any of the costumes they had there.”

“Witches don’t wear pointy hats,” Esme exclaims, her little fists propped against her hips. 

Slowly, Kara is beginning to understand.

“Right. So, this is a witch costume?” 

“Yes! Because Aunt Lena is a witch. And I look like her now.”

Kara smiles, then. “You really do.”

Before Kara can say anything else, Esme runs toward the living room, where Kara can hear Kelly and Alex arguing about how much candy Esme should be allowed to bring home. She turns to Lena and presses a short kiss against her lips.

“Hi.”

“Mm. Hey,” Lena whispers. “Sorry about the ambush. I was going to text you that your sister showed up with Esme and Kelly, but then I got sidetracked with getting this costume situation sorted out.”

Kara chuckles a little. “All good. But,” she pauses, trying to catch Lena’s gaze, “are you okay with this? I’m sure Esme is going to tell anyone within earshot that she’s a witch, and well…”

“And she looks like me,” Lena finishes for her.

Kara nods.

“Yes, darling. I’m fine with it. I doubt anyone will recognize me, or understand the real meaning behind the costume. And if someone does, well, J’onn has offered to alter some memories if necessary.”

And that puts Kara’s mind at ease. She’s sure that Lena is right, that no one is really going to put two and two together and figure out that Lena is an actual, real life witch. But the fact that J’onn has offered to take care of things if it does happen makes her feel better.

Before Lena can explain more, Kelly appears in the kitchen, with Alex and Esme right behind her.

“Thank you for doing this,” Kelly says. It’s clear from her voice and her facial expression that she is truly grateful for whatever support they can get with raising Esme.

Kara beams. “Of course! I love going trick or treating!”

“Oh, I know that,” Kelly laughs before turning more to Lena. “I mostly meant thank you for, you know, rolling with this.” She waves her hands toward Esme, who is fiddling with her little grimoire.

Lena responds with a soft smile. “Anything for my god-daughter.”

When Kelly bends down to help Esme tie her shoes, Lena leans into Kara and whispers:

“Just so you know, I have a private trick or treat moment planned for us for later tonight. So maybe don’t eat too much candy. I wouldn’t want you to be out of commission due to a stomach ache.”

Kara blushes a little and swallows. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Come on, Aunt Kara, let’s go!” Esme yells, already half-way out the door.

Lena smirks. “Yes, Aunt Kara. Let’s go. We have a long evening ahead of us.”

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All of the prompts are also on AO3

[acidsaladd]

i just think she is neat

[image id: it is four images of digital drawings of Princess Vania from Ninjago. The first three images are close ups while the fourth one is the full page of drawings. The first image is a fully colored drawing of Vania from the waist up. She is drawn with very pale skin, bangs and with her hair up in a fancy bun. She is holding up one lit up torch in each hand, her skin and outfit reflect the light of the fire a little. She is smiling and looking brightly towards the viewer; there are small sparkles around her face. There is a text bubble pointing at her that reads “immediatly ready for adventure”.

The second image is a drawing of Wu and Vania. The text above them reads “*falling to their deaths”. “allow me to say, you are handling this situation very well” Wu says as he falls. He is drawn with pointy ears. His moustache, beard, eyebrows and braided hair are all flowing upwards as well as his hat, that is hovering over his head. He is wearing a small skullcap underneath the straw hat. Overall, he seems relaxed and calm despite his situation. “thank you!!” Vania replies, the text bubble is surrounded by small flowers and stars. Her hair is loose and flying up and out of her face. She is clenching her fists and holding them close to her chest. She is smiling brightly with her eyes closed, and she is wearing a pair of wings like those seen in the Kingdom of Shintaro.

The third image is an uncolored drawing of Vania and Cole. They are walking side by side and Cole is drawn slightly taller than Vania. Vania is gesturing with both hands as she talks excitedly. She is looking at the floor with bright eyes and there are six empty text bubbles around her, implying that she is talking a lot. Cole is drawn with shoulder length locs in a half-up-half-down style, with a couple falling over his forehead. He is holding up a torch that casts light over both of them. He is looking at Vania and smiling, invested.

The fourth image is a full page of the three drawings, plus an extra one. This extra drawing is of Vania and Chompy. Vania is standing relaxed, smiling while she looks up and to the side where Chompy is flying next to her. There is a text bubble beside Vania that reads “chompy!”. /end id]

[flowercrowngods]

just a teeny tiny little wintering kid fic thing for @cxwzkeys featuring transmasc!eddie/steve/johnny (that punk from family video) ❄️

Babies are the most punk rock thing to exist. Well, according to Eddie, they’re the most metal thing ever, but Eddie can’t be right about everything. They had lengthy arguments about it — lengthy only because they were busy laughing and kicking and fighting dirty about it (read: Steve distracted them both with kisses and scalp massages).

Secretly, Johnny decided that Val is their metal baby and Sue is their punkrock baby. Valerie Amalia Munson, born into the world during a glorious summer storm and crying her lungs out. “Most metal ever,” Eddie had breathed, exhausted and sweaty and so, so warm after giving birth to their babygirl.

And Johnny let’s them have it.

But Sue? Suzie Joanne? With her wild, blonde mane that Johnny likes to pretend to spike up into a mohawk? Oh, she’s his little punkrock baby, alright. Especially with that little pointy hat she’s wearing right now, sleeping soundly in her papa Steve’s arms while he caresses chubby red cheek whispering nonsensical promises to her sleeping form. It never fails to make Johnny smile, even as Joyce has him wrapped up in a conversation about… something. He’s not listening. Not when that’s his babygirl sleeping so soundly in the arms he knows can make anyone feel safe.

Joyce stops talking and follows his eyes, her hand coming up to Johnny’s forearm as she strokes him gently, as though she understands and forgives him.

“She’s beautiful,” she says.

“Yeah,” Johnny says. “She is.” Then, remembering where he is, he snaps out of it and looks back at Joyce, who has this awfully gentle look on her face, her eyes almost watery. She knows. She’s a parent, and she knows.

She had two little punkrock babies, too, even though Big and Baby Byers are a lot more normie about it.

He grins at her and motions for her to follow him. “How ‘bout we make some hot chocolate for those two, hm?”

“Oh, you deserve one just as much,” Joyce says, lightly nudging his shoulder as they walk through Steve’s winter holiday home — it should still be a crime that this exists, but Johnny knows how excited his idiot lovers get about snow, so he’ll pause the agenda for two weeks, in the name of stars in Steve’s and Eddie’s eyes. But after that, it is on!

“But I didn’t—“

“Yes, you did,” Joyce says, gathering all the stuff she needs to make her infamous holiday hot chocolate — these should really be capitalised, in his very secret opinion. “You’re doing a lot, all three of you, raising those two wonderful girls. And you’re doing enough. You deserve a treat about it even if you’re not drowning in house and care work, boy, when will you learn that?”

Johnny smiles sheepishly, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck, not really comfortable with the easy affection just because.

“Sorry, ma’am. Yes, ma’am.”

“Now that’s what I wanna hear. Come, help me.”

And so he does. They work in silence, the entire situation still so unreal to him. Standing in this lavish kitchen in his big house somewhere in the middle of nowhere as humongous flakes of snow keep falling outside while he can walk around here in socks.

Some part about him wants to be angry about it. But another part is just… calm. Happy. Indulgent.

They get to have this, get to invite Steve’s found family here each year before the rest of Eddie’s and Johnny’s will arrive, too, for two weeks of winter fun.

Two weeks where his little family gets reminded of how big it actually is. It takes a village, they say — and man, they really actually almost got one. It’s insane. He loves them all so much.

The rest are lounging around the fire, with a very mortified-looking Hopper trying not to move as a two-year-old little metal gremlin girl spends her nap time sleeping on his stomach.

Johnny grins as he meets his eyes, saluting to him with too much cheek, knowing it will land him face-first in the snow later, but he doesn’t care as he carefully balances three too-large mugs of hot chocolate in his hands, walking over to his best guys over on bank by the large window.

Steve has stopped whispering things to his little banshee girl and is gently swaying her this way and that instead — Johnny wonders if he’s aware he’s doing it.

He watches for a moment, just to take it on, just to feel again how unreal everything is. Still he can’t help the smile as he steps closer and presses a kiss to the crown of Steve’s head, who hums in affection.

“Need me to take over?” he asks, finishing off with another kiss. “Take her for a while?”

Steve shakes his head, leaning back slightly to look up at him, his head bumping into Johnny’s stomach as he does, earning himself another kiss.

“No, she’s asleep.”

Eddie scoots closer to Steve to make room for him on their bench.

“Come sit with us?” they ask, barely tearing their gaze away from the dancing, tumbling snowflakes outside, their voice just as quiet as Steve’s, just as hushed, just as reverent. It’s the snow, Johnny figures. It’s the snow and their little babygirl.

Johnny hums and leans over to the side, lightly kissing Eddie and brushing his lips to his little girl’s forehead, too. It’s so… magical, having this tiny little human who is already so different from their other tiny human. Most beautiful goddamn thing he’s ever seen, both of them.

“I love you, little punkrock baby,” he whispers, delighted to see she doesn’t even stir. Delighted to see she feels so safe. So calm. That she can just fall sleep anywhere. She’s like her papa Steve.

“I love you, too, you big punkrock baby,” Steve says, bumping his nose into Johnny’s cheek with a smile. “Now come. Rest. While you can, before madame decides she’s jealous of this very delicious smelling hot chocolate you’ve acquired there.”

“Fuck off,” he chuckles, handing over their mugs as he slides in on Eddie’s other side, resting his arms on the window sill and just watching his little family for a bit.

In the end, they make use of the quiet they’ve been given when Eddie leans against Johnny and Steve against Eddie, the three of them falling asleep in a little pile, their baby safe in her papa’s arms.

It’s only when Val comes over an hour later and decides she wants to be part of their cuddle pile, too, that they have to stir and rearrange. She ends up in Johnny’s lap, watching the snow as Eddie tells a story about a Snowflake named Sam.

Johnny pretends not to listen raptly.

[commenter2]

Rosie's Mother?

n the Hazbin Hotel season 1 trailer if you go to this scene you will see this lady who looks a lot like Rosie to me, something I'm surprised no one is pointing out.

Until we find out more about her, I'm headcanoning her as being Rosie's mother.

There are some similarities like similar facial features like both having pointy chins (though a lot of characters have that), hats with feathers on it with that kind of style on the rim of said hat (in fact the lady's style kind of looks like a generation older then Rosie's), and they wear dead things on them in this case she has a dead fox and Rosie has two skulls on her hat. Then with the fact that Rosie is a canonically confirmed to be a demon like Charlie or Millie for example, it makes senes for her to have parents and who better than this lady.

I headcanon that she is Rosie's cranky old mother who's main gag is she wants Rosie to get married and start a family, which Rosie keeps fighting against because Rosie wants to focus on running her business or as she keeps having to remind her mother she is a lesbian and/or asexual, you decide.

She really likes Alastor and keeps trying to get him to marry Rosie.

Could you see this lady being Rosie's mother? Do you want her to be? Let me know in the comments.

Screenshot owned by Vivziepop and Amazon Prime

[fox-guardian]

[ID: Digital drawings of original characters Lila and Redd. Lila is a white, tall, lanky, goth trans girl with with very pale skin, lilac eyes, pointy ears with two industrial piercings and large stretched lobes, angel bites and a lip ring on her lips, and very long lilac hair in a high ponytail with v-shaped bangs, long strands by her ears, and the sides of her head shaved. She's wearing dramatic black and purple makeup, a black choker, a frilly black dress, a purple corset, black arm warmers and open-toed platform boots, black and purple striped legwarmers, fishnet thigh-highs, and her nails are long and black. Redd is a white, short, chunky, country trans guy with warmer skin with freckles and acne, shaggy dirty-blonde hair, brown eyes, and patchy facial hair. He is wearing a striped gray beanie hat, a red flannel shirt with a gray undershirt, warm grey ripped jeans, and brown work boots.

The first image shows a front and side view of the both of them from the neck up, and the second image shows them standing with their full bodies visible, showing their heights. The top of Redd's head reaches the bottom of Lila's chest. The background on both images is a pale green. end ID]

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what if you always wanted to be a vampire and fall in love with a werewolf and you met someone who always wanted to be a werewolf and fall in love with a vampire and then you both got turned into the Other Monster and you were both transgender. what then.

anyway meet lila and redd :) will post more monster-y pics as soon as i draw redd in monster mode