#and a kind of half-and-half sun and moon design

[mixolya]

ᓚᘏᗢ — sae itoshi: scene stealer (pt. 2) !

synopsis: in which you called itoshi sae overrated in an interview, and he responded in the language he knew best.

sae itoshi x reader ⭑ drabble / enemies to ??? + likes & reblogs are appreciated <3

note: planned to leave it the way it is but i love you all too much

you had not planned on watching the clip again. but somehow, it kept finding you. in your group chat. on your for you page. pinned to the top of every sports account like it was the moon landing.

sae itoshi. 82nd minute. goal of the season. camera cut. eye contact. one word, mouthed slow enough to be personal.

"overrated?"

it was not a celebration but rather a reply. and the internet had eaten it alive.

user1: this is better than any sports anime plotline LOLLL

user2: y/n and sae's beef is the only thing keeping me alive

user 3: enemies to lovers speedrun???

your phone wouldn't stop and you considered throwing it out of the window. your pr team advised silence, your fans were calling it legendary and his fans were calling you every name under the sun.

somehow, you didn't post nor did you respond. you just kept watching the clip.

but then the met gala happened.

you weren't supposed to be going. you'd planned to skip this year- too much press, too many cameras, not enough sleep. but your designer begged, your stylist guilt-tripped you and somehow deep down, you knew you kind of didn't want to miss it.

⭑

so you went in a dress that didn't just turn heads but rewrote the whole room.

black silk, sharp neckline, backless. you looked like the kind of woman wrote headlines about. the kind who could ruin a boy's life with just a quote in a magazine. (spoiler: you were)

and the moment you stepped onto the carpet, the noise started. flashes, cheers, shouts of your name- it was chaos, controlled and curated chaos.

and then, through the chaos, you saw him.

sae itoshi, at the bar. dressed like a problem. black suit, no tie, hair slicked back like he didn't care what it did to people.

you froze for half a second, just long enough to feel it. that stupid, cinematic pull, like gravity had picked a side.

you could've walked away. maybe you should have but then he looked at you.

and smiled.

"didn't think this was your scene," you said, stopping just close enough to keep things interesting.

he raised an eyebrow. "didn't think i was your scene."

you gave him a once-over, unimpressed. "you're not."

he let that hang in the air. "but you're still watching."

you hated how he said it. calm and certain, like he already knew he was right.

before you could fire back, someone stepped in. a reporter, mic in hand, grinning like this was the best night of her life.

"y/n! sae! can we get a quick photo? you two look so good together."

you blinked. "we're not-"

"sure," sae said. the audacity??

and then his hand was on your back, light and just enough to feel expensive like he'd done this before. you smiled for the camera. you were an actress, you could do that.

"beautiful," the reporter gushed. "and sae, if you're so overrated, what would you call her?"

it was a trap and you knew it. he knew it. and still, you turned his head just slightly and waited.

he looked into the camera, and you felt every nerve in your body tighten like wire. then he shrugged.

"hermosa."

beautiful.

⭑

that clip went viral too, faster than the first one.

you went home with sore feet, a sore back and half the internet convinced you were either going to kiss sae itoshi or kill him. maybe both?

you didn't check your messages. but at 02:03 a.m., your phone lit up with a dm.

⭑

© mixolya 2025. do not copy, remake or edit any of my works.

[hanafubukki]

Been thinking about this all day, do you know what’s hot? Mating marks. I don’t mean the bite marks kind though those are hot too.

But more of the tattoo kind. The intricate mating marks, soul marks, soulmate marks, courting marks, etc etc.

Just thinking about what these marks can mean in various context. Finding the one. Choosing you. Becoming a whole. You’re mine. So many meanings.

Thinking of Diasomnia and how the marks can unravel/show.

Malleus’ mark I’m thinking maybe a dragon curled up. Once he chooses you? Or he finds his mate, the dragon unfurls along his back, the wings wide open. It’s as if it’s symbolizing you have given him his wings. Malleus loves his roses, also thinking of roses that haven’t bloomed and once he’s with you, they fully bloom with ivy and thorns. The one to rule by his side.

Lilia’s mark ohhh I have thoughts but thinking of the moving/shared kind. The kind that moves across your body or even across both your bodies. Loving the idea of colonies of bats that moves across your body when you’re around him or even, what seems to travel across him. Also thinking of a bat that’s on your shoulder, it’s’ wing curling around your shoulders or wrapping around your neck…maybe in conjunction with your other half’s emotions?? He’s been waiting for you for centuries beloved.

Sebek’s mark, oh I can go the usual route and say thunder symbolism. But what about scales? Sebek is half fae. Maybe because of that his mating mark doesn’t show on you. But give it time. It manifests eventually in the form of scales. Not the actual scale like on his maternal side. But in the form of a mating mark. You both end up having scales of shimmery colors. You gave him something he always wanted. You have him scales. You gave him the iconic Zigvolt traits. His one and only.

Silver’s mark isn’t the traditional type. He’s human, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t other methods. Yes, we can do rings and bracelets. But I was think maybe magic or tattoos you both get. Something you both designed or talked about having. I love the idea of little birds on both of your shoulders. I also love the thought of stars and a moon. Maybe a sun on you and a moon on him. Because without fail, you always awaken him. His morning light.

[its-always-nightshift]

This is the official design of Sun for my Theater AU!! I love him so much and I honestly need to draw him more. He’s so character.

Click for more information about the AU:

What is the Theater AU?

A fic currently in the works which takes canon Sun & Moon and plays with the concept of them being theater bots before being transferred (unwillingly) to the daycare! Half of the story revolves around when they were theater bots, and the other half is about the daycare. The drawing above is Sun when he was a theater bot! Sun in the daycare looks very close to canon in design with a few different details. And by theater, I mean they had some very cool acts. Moon has my favorite performance in the story so far.

Is there a y/n for the Theater AU?

No, you follow along the story of a nonbinary oc named Roy who dabbles in software engineering. You can, however, imagine that Roy is the pizzaplex’s nickname for y/n and pretend as such! Either way is fine by me, but the fic will be tagged as oc insert.

Have you written any chapters/made any art for the Theater AU yet?

Very few, but that’s only because I have to wait until summer to flesh it out properly. I do, however, have many bullet points for the storyline written down already as well as a couple of snippets and have a very good idea of how I want the fic to play out.

What kind of personality does Roy have?

Roy is a very down-to-earth, analytical, logic-oriented type of person. Roy has a lot of patience and I think Sun sometimes needs that kind of patience because of his jitteriness and overall bouncy personality. They’ve known the boys for a while and always took an interest in the way they work. They might even be the reason Roy went into software development and specialized in AI.

Can I use your art/writing for AI?

Absolutely not. That is not what AI should be used for. Thank you for your cooperation.

How technical will the fic be?

I want to mix my own experience as a computer scientist into the story a little while also making the explanations easy enough for anyone to enjoy and maybe find their own technical passion out of it. I will still mention some fun comp sci technical jargon for the purpose of enunciating Roy’s professionalism. On the robotics side, my own experience lacks, but I will try my best to get as accurate as I can by studying the canon boys.

Does Roy get to smooch the boys?

I’m still debating this, honestly! Maybe in some sequel story or side-comics, but the main fic is meant to focus on the characterization of Sun & Moon, so we’ll see. The boys can’t move their faces similarly to canon, but they would happily accept a smooch on the cheek.

Who do you like more, Sun or Moon?

Oh boy, I love them both! Moon is very scary and I’d never go back to that level in security breach if I can avoid it, but he makes for such a funky character full of potential storytelling. Sun is definitely my favorite of the two though. When I tell friends about a fic I’ve recently read from any of the fantastic DCA stories, I always ramble about how Sun’s character was written whether it was sunhinged, emotionally haunting, or absolutely sweet! When I played Help Wanted 2 I was overjoyed by his character. He deserves to be a little sassy sometimes, as a treat. It is no different in the Theater AU; he has his sassy and sweet moments.

Moon’s design I am still working on, so keep an eye out for him!! Also let me know if you take an interest in my boys by asking questions about them! It helps me find their personalities better and inspires me to do more. Thanks for reading!

[pearlywritings]

Hi!! Can I request Dan Heng + Euphonium BUTTT, the reader is the one who's correct 🤭

Took a bit longer, but it was fun to write for him hehe

Overdid it

pairing: Dan Heng x reader

prompt: "I hate to say it, but I told you so"

word count: 1.4+ words

~ The Music of the Night event ~

His head is splitting. It feels like he was hit with a giant hammer, and he wouldn’t be surprised if his head was cracked in halves. But he can’t even check - his whole body seems to weigh a tonne, and attempts to lift an arm only makes the overall ache worse.

The eyelids are heavy too and it feels like a total bother to even move his eyes behind them. At this point Dan Heng isn’t quite sure if he is sleeping or is hanging somewhere on the brink between obviously needed sleep and torturous reality. He doesn’t want to be sure. He doesn’t even want to think.

His mind, however, is restless. There are numbers running through it, and who’s to say whether they are a part of some data or they define how many mugs of coffee he’s had in the last few days. Last few days..? And for what reason, he’s turned to such foolish means–

Realization hits him like another blow of a hammer and jade green eyes snap open. The headache immediately intensifies and the man hisses, shutting his eyes and knitting his brows in distress; the head sinks deeper in the pillow.

Wait a moment. It doesn’t feel like his pillow.

Groaning and with laboured breaths, Dan Heng raises himself on an elbow. He forces his hand up to press the heel of it into his forehead. The world around spins.

It’s only on the will’s effort that he manages to sit somewhat straight. Running the palm down his face, the male makes attempts to regulate his breathing. The hand ends up pressed to his chest. It takes some time, but eventually he manages.

His eyes hurt and are so tired, but Dan Heng is conscious enough to take in to his surroundings. In the darkness of the room, - your room, - he makes out the familiar silhouettes of the furniture: the desk with currently turned off PC and the chair over which you almost had to fight Stelle because it was comfortable; the wardrobe with mirror sliding doors, the shelves where you displayed mementos from various trailblazing missions, the walls decorated to your tastes, the bed he’s currently half-sitting half-lying on… And the nightstand with a singular source of dim light in the whole room.

It is kind of a nightlight, but instead of the lamp there is a plastic screen inserted in a wooden base which is filled with colored lights. Totally March 7th’s gift, and he saw you draw on it with a special white marker regularly to have a highlighted image. 

Right now he could swear there is something written and he has to lean to the nightstand and squint to read.

In your pretty handwriting it says: “Take the pill and drink the whole glass. If you want me to come, press onto the bracelet. Love you <3”

There is indeed a glass of water and a pill next to the lamp, as well as a long-distance touch bracelet - one of the pair you got together during the visit to the planet Dan Heng can’t make his brain remember right now. His heart skips a beat, touched by your care, and a small smile graces his lips.

The pill slides down his throat and is quickly rushed by the cool water. The man doesn’t realize he’s chugged down it all in less than a couple of seconds. He feels like really could use more.

Next he picks the bracelet. It’s designed simply and has a moon ornament on the touch panel (yours has sun), but at the moment this little thing feels like the most sacred link between you and him. It’s not often when the vidyadhara allows himself to feel vulnerable, but he is exhausted beyond comparison, so if the press to the rising moon will bring you to him right now, he’ll gladly take it.

He lets out a trembling breath when you send him the same gentle signal.

Ten or a little bit more minutes pass, but he finally hears footsteps nearing the room. With anticipation the man watches the cabin door slide open, lifting his hand to shield the eyes from the bright light seeping into the room from the hall. It is gone as soon as it’s appeared however, and Dan Heng has the pleasure of seeing you.

You are standing there, closing the door behind you and balancing a tray on your one hand. Dressed in a robe over your casual homewear, you are an image of comfort, and your boyfriend wants nothing more than to have you close to him. He thinks he catches the glimpse of the bracelet when your other hand joins its twin and he glances down at his own, still clutched between his long slim fingers. Ah, he’s forgotten to put it back on the nightstand.

“How are you feeling, love?”

Your voice shocks him. Sounds tend to worsen his headache when it’s there - after all, all his inhuman senses are sharper. Yet your soft worried murmur of a question doesn’t aggravate it further. Maybe the pill has already kicked in.

“I…” He swallows, testing the vowel on his tongue, feeling his throat being hoarse. He feels like shit, but he is too polite to speak such unsightly truth. So he does something else - says another truth. “I overdid it.”

He sees how you tilt your head, studying him. Your gaze, scanning his face, his slouched form, brings a strange sense of embarrassment to him. He must be looking horrendously.

“You know, Dan Heng…’ You say slowly, stepping closer and putting the tray onto the nightstand, carefully nudging the night lamp and a mug further. “I hate to say it, but I told you so. Many times.”

Your lover downcasts his eyes. He knows you are not criticizing him, but softly scolding, yet it makes his stomach flip. He made you worry about him. That’s probably worse than you being wholeheartedly mad at him.

The mattress dips under your weight as you sit down, reaching for his face. The man leans into the touch instantly, closing his blood-shot eyes. Your palm is so warm… How can a simple caress bring a sense of tranquility? It will never be clear to him.

“I apologize, my love,” you softly murmur, shifting closer to him, ”I know you are not yet comfortable to sleep somewhere that is not the archive, but I couldn’t let you lie on a barely covered floor. So I made Mister Yang and Sunday carry you to my room.”

“Mhm…” he slightly nods, head still heavy, and accepts your fingers sliding between his, resting in his lap. He hears you sigh. It means there will be a lecture.

“Seriously though, when will you start taking better care of yourself? And I’m not speaking about your questionable choice of bed,” your words hold no malice and the tone is more puzzled than exasperated. “You are not a machine, you know. You do not have to rush. No one expects you to finish a week-worth of research task in a da-” you cut yourself when his forehead rests onto your shoulder. He tightens his hold on your hand.

“‘m sorry. I’ll do better. Promise.”

Your gaze softens. It is a rare sight - seeing Dan Heng like this. Raw emotion and lack of restraint is not what your boyfriend usually is. Moreso, he really looks like he needs a break - desperately.

So you decide to drop the conversation until he feels much better.

“I believe you,” a lingering press of your lips to the top of his head along with your other hand enveloping the lock of his and yours, and you can swear there are pleased dragon noises vibrating in his chest. Sometimes you almost forget he can do that. “I also brought you tea, if you’d like to. And a jug of water. Do you want anything?”

Tea, not coffee. Is he capable of loving you more?

“Can you…stay?”

Just stay with him… That would be enough.

“Stay? Of course, I wasn't planning on leaving. But are you sure you don’t want to drink something?” 

“No,” he shakes his head against your shoulder, his own dropping, “feel sleepy.”

“Must be the pill finally working at its fullest. I'll sit with you, alright?”

It doesn’t take much time to get him to lie back down and adjust the blanket. Once you settle next to him to be able to monitor his condition, with your back leaned against a pillow and the headboard underneath, Dan Heng moves impossibly close to you. His hand ends up wrapped around your thigh and his face - pressed to it. You are so warm and soft. 

He wants to be warm and soft too.

And as your fingers thread through the short black strands, gentle strokes bring him to sleep, letting the anxious mind rest, and the iron-heavy body float.

[moon-buggg]

Aaaand they're done!

some design notes

-they're descended from amphibians that evolved to spend most of their time on land, so they're kind of half way between frogs and lizards. They breath through lungs and their skin isn't slimey, but they don't have scales.

-They're Very Tall. In this fic humans on the shorter side of sapient species, but these guys are tall even for other aliens.

-Tendril length is determined by genetics, and where Sun and Moon are from longer is generally considered more attractive. They can only move about the first third, the rest lacks muscle control

-They mainly eat a diet of seafood. Their planet has a lot of wetlands areas

bonus doodles

[xnackery027]

Moon headcanon time!

The Celestial family have nanomachines, ones that Moon designed himself. But Moon doesn’t have the same ones. He actually has prototype nanomachines, that he tested on himself first and then made adjustments before giving them to his family.

The prototype nanomachines can’t pull as much nutrients out of regular food, so he has to supplement his diet with metal in order to maintain his body. The easiest way for him to get metals is to recycle his old projects in the lab; it both feeds him and means his lab is a little less cluttered with half-finished junk.

I think it’d be both funny and scary for Sun or Solar to look for Moon in his lab and find him eating an old endoskeleton as he deconstructs it for storage. Sun freaking out about Moon’s Killcode returning and him having to reassure Sun that it’s definitely not weird to be chewing on a metal faceplate that looks suspiciously similar to Sun’s old one.

Solar just kind of shrugging at the cannibalism but then freaking out over Moon eating a project he wanted to finish.

“Moon, where’s that engraving machine I had back here? I swear I left it over here.”

“Uh… I kinda… ate it.”

“You- That was expensive! I was just going to use it!”

“It’s been collecting dust for the last seven months! It’s fair game!”

“Fair game- Moon, the lab isn’t a fucking fridge!”

Now the words “Solar’s, Do Not Eat” is carved into every project he keeps in Moon’s lab.

[dragon-ascent]

Being honest, I feel completely unworthy of messaging such an esteemed writer as yourself, but hear me out

imagine, imagine reader from liyue, with very religious parents, like, full on worshipping rex lapis (offerings and crazy devotion level) , and then reader somehow got acquainted with our favourite dragon man ( I think that's all)

like, it's been living rent free in my mind

Have a great day 🤗

(sorry, English isn't my first language)

Oh pls don’t feel that way :] I’m not all that!! And wowie I can relate to super religious parents so here we go~

Growing up, Rex Lapis has been the centre of your world. It's been drilled into your mind that he is the sun that shines upon Liyue, the supreme being responsible for all the comforts of life you enjoy. The Mora you spend on the things you like, the rich soil that grows your favorite tea leaves, and even the structure of the residential buildings, meticulously designed by the Geo Lord himself. As such, for his millennia of toiling to bring Liyue to the pinnacle of flourishment, it is only natural that your parents would express their undying gratitude somehow.

So every weekend you're whisked off to the local temple (that people hardly visit after the death of the god) to pray that the coming week, too, shall be prosperous and joyful. A plate of silk flowers and some sweets for the deity, without fail. The priests even know you by name.

You also have clay models of the god in both human and dragon forms at home, and on special days you all make sure to pray nice and hard (though, honestly, your devotion only truly jumps out when you have an exam or an important date coming up).

The usual curses are banned at home--whenever you uttered a 'Goddamn it,' in annoyance at something, you would be met with a gasp.

"Do not use Rex Lapis' name in vain!" they would chide.

"I never specified which god I was damning," you would retort. "Maybe I was talking about the Raiden Shogun!"

Normally, such levels of devotion might be seen as exhausting. But one look at the various myths and texts surrounding Deus Auri and one thing becomes apparent--the god was a dashing man. Elegance and poise incarnate. That, alone, makes the fanaticism worth it. You suppose that even if he weren't a divine being, you would still find some way to worship him regardless.

At your parents' behest, you make sure to keep a small idol in Rex's likeness on your desk at your new job. Being a funeral parlor assistant requires a strong mind and a stronger heart, something only the rock-solid Geo Lord might be able to provide you with.

It's similar to how the Statues of the Seven portray him, that signature hood obscuring half his face. Tentatively, you reach out, hoping to siphon some strength for your first day at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.

Then a tall figure steps in and, startled, you nearly knock the idol off your desk. "Wah!"

"Oh, forgive me. I did not mean to make you jolt." It's the funeral parlor consultant, gentle of disposition and handsome, amber eyes gazing into yours with a kindness that makes you feel a little tingly.

"It...it's okay." With trembling hands, you pick the idol up, examining it carefully. "Oh, good, it's unharmed." You heave a sigh of relief, cradling it to you for a moment before placing it back on the desk.

"A devout believer, I assume?" the man asks, his tone thankfully devoid of that edge of teasing or judgment other people generally seem to adopt. Refreshing.

"I guess you can say that," you answer, a shade sheepish. "He did do so much for us, after all."

A low, deep chuckle that turns your insides into goo. "Though he has passed, he will remain in our hearts forever." Ah, this fellow must also be religious. You wonder if he, too, goes to the temple on full moon days and if you might see him around. "Please, call me Zhongli. I trust you are settling in well?"

You introduce yourself, exchange pleasantries, and shake hands with him, and feel an electric warmth course through your being.

What on earth...?

You feel yourself start to grow a little hot, like you're basking in the presence of shining, molten gold...the grandeur of divinity wrapped delicately in a cocoon of innocuous humanity...

Oh, it must be because the fan isn't on. No wonder.

You laugh quietly, switch the fan on, pat Zhongli on the back and wish him a good day, and settle down to start your work for the week.

[ghostlynightpanda]

I love your Ranpo pics sm I'm OBSESSED!!! is it OK if I request another one >///<? I was thinking fluffy (maybe teeny tiny bit angst?) gn reader and Ranpo buying sweets he wanted and other groceries thr Agency needed together. Then while walking back, Reader noticed a peace of jewelry that reminded them of something their parents fave when they were young but unfortunately lost it and had been grieving it since. Reader stood there admiring it for a while, of course Ranpo noticed and commented he didn't take them for a jewelry person, that made reader brushed him off and walked away. Ranpo then pondered about his crush-but-he-doesnt-realize-that-yet's action earlier that day and decided to buy them it and showed it to reader somewhere private (maybe Ranpo showed up to their dorm maybe?) And how reader react ummm I'd love to see how you'd write that😋😋!!! Hope this is okay!!♡♡

A Gift for the Soul

English is not my first language, so if you find mistakes, feel free to contact me!

synopsis: While running errands with Ranpo, you spot a pendant in a jewelry store window that reminds you of one your mother used to wear — the one you lost long ago. Ranpo notices how your gaze lingers on it, and later that evening, after puzzling over why your sadness affects him so, he decides to surprise you with the pendant, hoping to ease your heartache.

content/warnings: Ranpo Edogawa x reader, fluff, -2.996 words

The day was warm but not unpleasant, the kind of afternoon where the sun peeked shyly from behind drifting clouds. Yokohama's streets were busy, humming with life, as you and Ranpo walked side by side — well, mostly side by side. Ranpo had already drifted ahead, zeroed in on the smell of sugar like a bloodhound.

“This is technically work,” you reminded him, holding up the neatly folded shopping list Fukuzawa had handed you earlier. “You remember that, right?”

Ranpo waved you off without turning around. “Yup. I remember that I said I’d go if I could pick out whatever sweets I wanted. That was the deal.”

You sighed, but not unhappily. “And you’re totally abusing the spirit of that deal.”

“I’m a genius,” he replied with a grin, finally stopping in front of the candy shop he’d been homing in on since the last street corner. “It’s not abuse. It’s efficiency.”

The glass window sparkled with the reflection of pastel-colored sweets arranged in tidy little pyramids. Ranpo’s face lit up like a child’s at a festival. You smiled softly at the sight — it was rare to see someone so openly delighted by something so simple.

Fifteen minutes later, your arms were heavier with a grocery bag filled with essentials — rice, miso, a suspicious amount of instant curry — while Ranpo carried a paper bag with three separate boxes of sweets. You weren’t sure what half of them were.

"You know," you said, shifting your bag to the other arm, "if you don't share with Yosano, she's going to find out and test poisons on you again."

“Pfft. She never shares hers with me either,” Ranpo said, popping a grape-flavored gummy into his mouth. 

As you turned a corner toward the main street, something glinted in a nearby shop window and caught your eye. You stopped walking.

It was a small jewelry shop, unassuming and a little old-fashioned — not the kind of place that screamed trend or luxury. But in the center of the display, nestled in soft velvet, sat a delicate piece: a silver pendant with a curved design that mirrored the shape of a crescent moon cradling a tiny glass bead. It shimmered just slightly when the light hit it.

Your breath caught.

It looked so much like the one your parents had given you — a gift on your birthday, years ago, passed down with quiet pride and warm smiles. You remembered seeing it in old photographs too — your mother laughing, your father holding her hand, the same design resting at her collarbone. You lost it during a move, and ever since, the regret had gnawed at you quietly. With your parents gone now, the loss felt heavier — like you'd misplaced not just an object, but a piece of them you could never get back.

You stepped closer to the glass without realizing it, eyes fixed, memory swimming behind your gaze.

Behind you, there was the soft rustle of a paper bag.

“Huh.” Ranpo had stopped just beside you, popping another candy into his mouth with an audible click. “Didn’t take you for the jewelry type.”

You blinked and straightened, startled out of the moment. “I’m not.”

“You stared at that thing for a full thirty seconds,” he said, chewing slowly. “That’s a lot of seconds for something you don’t care about.”

You shrugged, keeping your tone casual. “It just reminded me of something. That’s all.”

Ranpo tilted his head, his eyes narrowing — not suspiciously, exactly, but in that thoughtful way of his. His usual mischief was subdued, but it was still there, flickering under the surface.

Before he could say anything else, you turned away. “C’mon. We still need soy sauce and tofu.”

For once, he didn’t argue. He just followed behind you, unusually quiet, as you made your way back down the street.

You tried not to think about the pendant — how the light caught on the glass bead, or how warm it had made you feel for one small moment.

But you had seen the price tag tucked beneath it, handwritten in neat ink on a tiny white card. It wasn’t outrageous, but it was enough to sting. Not something you could afford on a whim, not with groceries, rent, and the growing list of everyday needs stacked against your wallet.

Still, your thoughts started shifting, calculating — maybe if you skipped a few café visits, cut back on the impulse vending machine snacks, walked to work more often instead of taking the train. If the pendant stayed there long enough… maybe, just maybe, it could be yours again. 

Behind you, Ranpo crunched down on his candy, eyes lingering on the shop window just a second longer.

After a couple more minutes, you finally reached the office. The doors slid open, and the familiar sound of distant typing and light chatter greeted you. It was a quiet day, relatively speaking. No buildings had exploded, no Port Mafia members had appeared dramatically in alleyways. Just the soft hum of normalcy.

Kunikida looked up from his desk the moment you stepped inside.

“You’re late,” he said, tapping a pen against his open notebook.

“We’re not late,” you said, setting the bags down on the office counter. “We just took our time being thorough.”

Ranpo strolled in behind you, already chewing on something chocolatey. “I did most of the work, obviously.”

“You picked out enough sweets to put a kid into a coma,” you muttered under your breath. Kunikida looked like he was considering confiscation.

Dazai, lounging on the couch with a paper crane balanced on his forehead, tilted his head lazily toward the sound of your voice.

“Oh, you’re back. Did you buy me anything sweet to soothe the agony of existence?”

“You don’t even like sweets,” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

“I could’ve traded it for emotional support,” he said with a sigh, flopping dramatically onto his side.

From across the room, Yosano poked her head around the doorway, surgical gloves still on from some lab-related task.

“Ranpo,” she called, “if you don’t share at least one of those boxes with me, I’m going to need you to volunteer for a few experiments. Just basic stuff. Bone regeneration. Maybe poison immunity.”

Ranpo immediately held a box up in surrender. “You get first pick!”

The Agency buzzed with its usual blend of eccentric charm and controlled chaos. You found yourself falling back into the rhythm of it easily — putting away the groceries, dodging Atsushi’s attempt to reorganize the fridge, watching Kunikida break up a low-level argument between Dazai and Junichiro over stapler theft.

Even Ranpo, who had disappeared briefly (probably to hide a private stash), came back to lounge across the top of a file cabinet like a very smug cat, watching everyone with that knowing look in his eyes.

But even as you laughed and passed around cans of cold tea, your hand drifted to the empty space at your collarbone where the pendant should’ve rested. You quickly pushed the thought away again.

Ranpo didn’t say anything about the jewellery store. Not then. In fact, he barely looked at you at all for the rest of the afternoon — which, in Ranpo’s case, meant he was definitely thinking about something.

Later that evening, the office had mostly emptied out.

Kunikida was the last to leave, after double-checking the schedule board and muttering something about budget reports. Dazai had vanished hours earlier under the pretence of needing “inspiration.” The light hum of a desk fan was the only noise left, and even that felt quieter than usual.

Ranpo lounged in his usual seat — chair tilted back, feet propped lazily on a low drawer, a lollipop stuck between his teeth. The candy’s wrapper crinkled in his hand as he twirled it, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. His signature hat had slipped down to cover his eyes.

But he wasn’t sleeping.

He’d been trying to ignore it for hours — that moment outside the jewelry shop, the look on your face, the way you’d brushed off his comment but didn’t quite meet his eyes when you did.

He replayed it like a scene from a mystery. You, standing there too long. The softness in your expression. The way your hand had drifted — not just randomly, but to your collarbone — like you expected something to be there. Something important.

“…Tch.”

He sat up suddenly, unwrapping a new candy and popping it into his mouth with more force than necessary.

Why was this bothering him? He solved things — that’s what he did. He understood people faster than they understood themselves. That was his whole deal. So why did this little mystery — this quiet sadness you weren’t talking about — gnaw at him like a puzzle piece that didn’t fit?

Ranpo tilted his head, chewing slowly now. The shop window. The necklace. The price tag you tried to pretend you hadn’t noticed.

He hated seeing that look on your face — like you were holding something tightly just to keep it from breaking open.

Usually, he didn’t care about that sort of thing. People got sad. People had regrets. That was life. But you — you were part of his world. The Agency, the sweets runs, the playful bickering, the steady presence beside him. That counted for something. Even if he couldn’t name it yet.

He stared at the last gummy in his hand, then glanced at the clock.

Still open, probably.

He stood up.

No dramatic declarations. No speeches. Just a simple, quiet thought:

They want it. I can get it. So I will.

He grabbed his coat and hat, then disappeared out the door — his half-empty candy bag still sitting on the desk behind him.

It was late by the time you returned to your dorm. Not unusually so, but the city had already started to wind down. Traffic outside had thinned, the sky turned a dull slate blue, and even the convenience store on the corner had dimmed its lights.

You dropped your bag just inside the door and stretched, shoulders aching from the weight of the day. There was a pleasant kind of tiredness in your bones — the kind that came from work, laughter, and maybe just a little bit of emotional exhaustion you hadn’t had time to process yet.

You turned toward your kitchen, debating whether to make tea or just crash entirely, when you heard it:

A knock. Light. Barely more than a tap.

You frowned. You weren’t expecting anyone, and most of your neighbors texted if they needed something. Padding quietly to the door, you looked through the peephole.

Ranpo.

You blinked, surprised. He stood there like he had every right to be, chewing something — probably a new candy — hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. His eyes flicked up as if he somehow sensed you staring through the door.

You opened it.

He didn’t wait for a greeting.

“I need exactly three minutes,” he said, walking past you into the dorm like this was the most normal thing in the world.

You raised an eyebrow as you closed the door behind him. “Hi, Ranpo. Yes, come in, Ranpo. What a surprise to see you here.”

He waved a hand lazily. “You’re welcome.”

You crossed your arms but couldn’t quite suppress the smile tugging at your lips. “What exactly are you doing here?”

He turned toward you then, and for a moment, something uncharacteristically serious flickered in his expression. Without a word, he pulled something from his coat pocket — a small box wrapped in soft tissue paper.

Your breath caught even before he spoke.

He held it out to you, not looking you directly in the eye. “You forgot this.”

You took the box slowly, fingers brushing the edge of the paper as you opened it.

Inside, nestled gently against dark velvet, was a pendant. That pendant — silver, curved like a crescent moon, with the little glass bead catching the light just like it had in the window earlier.

Your heart skipped a beat. You looked up at him, stunned.

“Ranpo…?”

He shrugged, avoiding your gaze in a very not-Ranpo way. “Don’t make it weird. You were obviously attached to it. And it was cheap. Well, not that cheap, but... I’m smart and I get paid like it.”

You stared at the pendant again, overwhelmed by a strange tangle of emotions — gratitude, grief, warmth. It almost felt like you were holding a piece of the past, something you’d long thought was lost forever.

“…Thank you,” you said softly, your voice a little unsteady.

Ranpo glanced at you then, and the familiar glint was back in his eyes. “You’re crying,” he said.

“I’m not,” you protested, wiping at your cheek with the sleeve of your hoodie. “I’m just tired.”

“Uh-huh.” He smirked, stepping a little closer. “Well, for someone who’s ‘not crying,’ you’re making a very dramatic face.”

You laughed through the dampness in your eyes, and he looked strangely satisfied at the sound. He didn’t say anything else — just stood there, hands in his pockets, watching you with a soft, unreadable expression.

Something in the air shifted then — not loud or sudden, but subtle. Like the difference between sunlight and shadow. Ranpo wasn’t fidgeting or cracking jokes or making you guess how he’d figured something out. He was just… there. Present. And maybe, unknowingly, a little vulnerable too.

You glanced at the pendant again, then back at him. “Why’d you really do it?”

He hesitated.

Then, after a beat: “Because I hate seeing you sad.”

That quiet honesty hit harder than any grand gesture could have.

You stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him.

Ranpo stiffened — caught off-guard — then, after a second, relaxed just enough for you to feel it. He didn’t hug back, not really, but he didn’t move away either. And with Ranpo, that meant more than words.

“…You’re really bad at this,” you murmured against his shoulder.

“Yeah, well,” he muttered, “so are you.”

You smiled.

You stepped back, just enough to look at the pendant again, still resting in its velvet bed. It looked so familiar in your hands — like a dream half-remembered. A ghost of a memory made real.

“Do you want to put it on?” Ranpo asked, tone a bit lighter now.

You glanced up, a little caught off guard. “...Yeah,” you said. “Yeah, I do.”

He took the box from your hands gently, and you turned around without needing to be asked. Your fingers brushed your hair out of the way as he unclasped the chain behind you.

There was a surprising tenderness to his movements. Careful. Slow. Ranpo wasn’t usually so… gentle. But right now, he was. Like even he knew this wasn’t just a necklace. This was something sacred.

You felt the cool weight of the pendant as it settled against your collarbone — like it had never left.

He fastened the clasp, then let his fingers rest for a second longer than necessary.

When you turned to face him again, you weren’t smiling. Not yet. You took a deep breath instead, grounding yourself in the quiet.

“I should tell you why this means so much,” you began, voice soft.

He tilted his head, waiting, but didn’t press.

“My mom had one just like it,” you said, fingers brushing the bead lightly. “I remember seeing it in old photos, but eventually she gave it to me. It wasn’t fancy or anything — but she said it carried a lot of memories. And I don’t know… maybe I was too young to understand how much it really meant.”

Ranpo didn’t interrupt. Just stood there, listening in that way he did when something mattered.

“I lost it during a move. One box went missing, and that was in it. I told myself it was just an object, that I’d get over it. But after my parents died, it started feeling like… I lost the last piece of them too.”

Your voice cracked slightly at the end. Not much, just a tremor, but it was enough to make you blink quickly and look away.

“I felt like I didn’t take care of the one thing they trusted me with,” you said, “and I’ve hated myself for that.”

Ranpo was quiet for a long moment. Then: “You didn’t lose it on purpose.”

You looked back at him.

“It’s not your fault,” he added. “You didn’t throw it away. It was an accident. That doesn’t mean you loved it — or them — any less.”

Your chest tightened. You didn’t realize how badly you needed to hear someone say that.

You gave a soft, shaky laugh. “I don’t know how you always say exactly the right thing.”

He smirked. “That’s because I’m the greatest detective in the world.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling now, the ache in your chest a little lighter. Then, remembering something, you reached for your wallet.

“Ranpo… I should pay you back. Even if it takes a while. I don’t want you thinking—”

“No.” His answer was instant.

You blinked. “But—”

He leaned in slightly, a familiar glint returning to his eyes, though this time there was something deeper behind it — something unspoken but impossibly clear.

“You don’t owe me anything,” he said. “Except maybe one thing.”

You hesitated. “…What?”

His voice dropped — not serious, exactly, but earnest in a way that made the air between you still.

“Promise me you’ll stay by my side,” he said. “That’s enough payment.”

Your breath caught.

He wasn’t teasing. Not really. There was no smug smile, no punchline at the end. Just Ranpo, looking at you like this was the one mystery he hadn’t solved yet, but wanted to keep figuring out.

You nodded slowly. “I promise.”

That made him smile — wide and genuine and just a little bit shy, like he hadn’t expected you to say yes so easily.

“Good,” he said. “Now you’re stuck with me.”

You laughed again, warmer this time, and reached for his hand without even thinking.

“Guess I could do worse.”

He squeezed your hand lightly.

“You really couldn’t.”

Masterlist

[cafeconbrujeria]

You must stop holding out on us. Where did you get your green ocean binder/note cover?

Chicken! I'm flattered and delighted.

It is the hokusai wave journal from Oberon Designs in the teal color, and it is built like a TANK.

Many years ago, I lost most of my material possessions to flood damage. The journal cover, which was my bullet journal setup at the time and not my grimoire, was covered in disgusting skunky gunky disgusting flood water. After throwing out the inner contents, I figured I had nothing to lose, so I tossed the journal cover into...the washing machine. With some dr. bonner's liquid soap. On a normal cycle. I think I put it through the dryer, too, for a little, on low, though I ultimately dried it in the sun. Somehow, this was fine. Then I reconditioned with straight up coconut oil, and it's somehow both lusciously soft and still absurdly sturdy. This was years ago and this baby is still going strong, and I am not easy on my working items. I mention this because Oberon Designs did a limited release a while back with the Rider Waite Smith Fool card on it, and I bought it to make a more obvious grimoire, but because it's new it feels so stiff and like an entirely different product. But it isn't! It just hasn't had the shit beat out of it yet. So my point is: these things take a TON of abuse. They're absurdly well made. They're pricey, for notebook covers, but like. Worth it, imo.

More caveats: I don't actually use it entirely as intended because I have it set up midori traveler's notebook style, because I love a modular set up. Because it's the American half latter size and I have several elastics in there, I can just fold paper in half and scribble away on my makeshift notebook insert. Or I can print things out booklet style, and put that in there. And I buy those slim cheap roughly 5.5 × 8.5 kraft cover notebooks in bulk and burn through them as necessary, because for me, the grimoire is more a lab notebook and less a coffee table book, though the covers are so nice that they probably deserve a fancy grimoire.

in THEORY, the modular grimoire is also an all in one travel altar and all I need to pack for witchcraft while traveling. in actual reality, I've never travelled light in my life.

and now, because I've been given an excuse, thank you so much...here are some example pages. still sandy from last time I took The Book to the beach.

Starting with bookmarks:

For operative reasons, there is an antique key in there. I found a flat one, so that's nice, for the notebook format. The moon and stars charm is also from Oberon Designs--they tend to throw in a little freebie with their orders. I was trying to DIY a little in grimoire black mirror for a while, and none of my attempts really worked, and then i just made the St. Cyprian chaplet with the black mirror there, so--I'm not sure why this is still in here but why not. Why are there pressed flowers in here sometimes? It's a working item, baaaaebeee. All kinds of shit happens here.

reference materials:

like I said, I wanted a written by hand/printables for ease of use hybrid format so that's what I have. pictured: some sigils and reference notes for the dia de los reyes workings I always forget about until the absolute last minute so that I'm frantically running around the house very January 6.

etc

but fundamentally this grimoire is my grimoire so there's silly things in it because I am a silly person with ADHD who is also in a rush everywhere absolutely at all times. here is an origami dragon who lived in my wallet for many years--extremely effectively, so witchblr really does sometimes offer some fun yet useful ideas. also here are some fruit stickers? also my dog. also on the opposite page pictures I do not wish the internet to see. the big red envelope came with uhh...a mini waffle iron? shaped like a heart? and now houses a paper based charm. It's sturdy enough to take out of the grimoire and toss into a purse when necessary. also: kraft notebook with painter tape label.

further etc

I love journaling and notebooks in general so I have a lot of purchased and DIY folders and stuff in here, obviously. fu talisman from when I was reading the tao of craft. absolute banger of a talisman; very strong for what I needed/need it for. see also: pocket playing card meaning thing I do not use at all whatsoever. st jude card from seraphin station. ruler in case I need to make straight lines.

storage (and etc)

and here is my very DIY storage solution, which is: a slider ziploc bag and some medical tape. dr jose gregorio hernandez wallet card from, again seraphin station, who is also on here as @karmazain. background photo print of a Baron Samedi veve, for ritual focus or you know, whatever. big holy card of la caridad del cobre, aka our lady of charity, who is also Oshun or at least Oshun's catholic mask, depending on who you ask and how they look at it (maferefun oshun, of course, forever and ever). packet of black pepper and unseen similar packet of salt for some REALLY on the go magic, if necessary. big sticker / feng shui amulet of the three celestial guardians, which is usually tucked into the pocket flap meant to secure a notebook.

and ta da! far more information than you asked for! but I love witchy gear, i love talking about our gear, I LOVE LOOKING AT PEOPLE'S BOOKS, so.

[saliosis]

happy halloweeen!! here's my take on a "core refresh" pack (part 6)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 + more under cut

frankie's fashion is very experimental. they like to explore themselves through what they wear since they're just learning things about the world. to symbolize their personality, they have a "quirky" style of fashion. mostly mismatched, mostly all over the place. there's not really a category for frankie's style... not that i can think of. they like to wear anything, honestly. dresses, suits, overalls, shirts, shorts, boots, heels. they're trying to figure out their style, so sometimes they'll incorporate some more colors. they like black and white, but they add teal in. yellow is another color added.

they don't wear real/natural silver because they've learned that this can harm their fellow monsters. any silver accessories they have is fake (painted grey, because that's a way to work around it)

they experiment with piercings

this was in my og design, but they have a huge patch over their left eye. it's plaid, so sometimes they try their best to match their outfits well enough for them to look aesthetically pleasing

likes patterns. stripes, plaid, etc. etc.

clawdeen's fashion is furry and bold. again, this is the fashionista of the school. she is the queen of fashion. again, she likes fur and animal print. whatever she chooses to wear is what usually sets the trends and expectations for those at monster high. she loves to explore herself though. i'd say her style evolves, but these are the main ideas of her fashion. she loves purple, but she also loves green. maybe has a french fashion inspiration? i don't really know how to label it. it's sort of mcbling, but also the style you'd expect of a very cunty aunt who likes shopping. she likes pants best, ngl. jeans are great. skirts are fine by her, she just loves pants.

i like the idea of clawdeen constantly changing up her style. yes, she can also wear something like her g3 outfits. much more coordinated. what i've displayed is the style that takes up most of her closet, tho

she wears glasses, but she has different pairs for each outfit

green is a color she loves so much but doesn't make use of it enough

the wolf family has a little emblem thing i've snuck onto each. it's a golden circle pendant with a small moon on the inside, two little bars holding up the design so it floats. it could also look like a money symbol... idk like coins. it's good luck. mostly for money manifesting and all. she runs with the gold and goes crazy. only gold, no bronze accessories. ever.

on days of the full moon, she will wear super loose clothing. the moon cycles could also impact her fashion choices.

draculaura's fashion is very iconic. a sort of gothy, classic, and romantic sort of look. i'd say she likes to take a spin on victorian styles and make them modern... while also mashing together those 2010s pink/black skull prints and tees that we all know and love. i really like the idea of her in a long dress that hits the floor. i would say she's romantic goth. she likes frills, long ball gowns, lace, and hats that can cover her from the sun whenever she has to travel outside in the daytime. lots of slip dresses if she wants to be more casual. elegance, but done cutely.

the silhouette of an outfit is what matters most to her when it comes to fashion

if she wears a skirt, she wears a big petticoat underneath. a very big petticoat

her parasol can be used interchangeably with a large hat. she always wants either or to match her outfit. and they are always kind of extra

her "victorian" style is a sort of nod to her immortality. she probably likes that fashion period best and likes to try and honor that

i like the idea of her experimenting with her hair. it was a g3 idea, kinda. but bangs, streaks, half and half, etc. i like to imagine draculaura being into the big goth hair

cleo's style is very similar to her g1 style. gold. blues. elegant, fresh, modern, and incredibly easy on the eyes. obviously, she loves to flaunt her designer clothing around school. and since she is so popular, it's expected for her to serve look after look. you will never ever see her look bad. every cleo portrayal i've seen never has enough mummy wrap. she needs it to survive and yet, she only has like, one or two bands on her arms. my cleo's fashion is all about wrap-themed clothing. she has lots of wraps. sometimes she comes up with ways to mix that or even show off her monster trait and heritage. she loves see-through, glittery material too, obviously paired on top of something. but it's glamourous. it's rich. it's sometimes a little 90s inspired, but mostly fresh.

this cleo loves pants. loose pants work, i suppose. but she likes them baggy. one of the best examples of what she likes to wear for pants would be those baggy pyramid-textued pants i designed for her once

gets custom made jewelry (braclets, earrings, etc) that spell out her name in hieroglyphics

likes shorter skirts, but secretly admires longer skirts ten times more

blue lover. any shade. try her. she will obviously mix around her makeup, nails, and hair to work around whatever blue she's feeling

loves gems. lots of gems. real ones, obviously.

doesn't like socks very much. she can literally just do the same thing socks do for feet with mummy wrap. same with stockings

[blueiscoool]

2,300-Year-Old Swords Unearthed at Necropolis in France

A Celtic burial site from the Second Iron Age in France contains two rare, well-preserved swords.

Two 2,300-year-old swords discovered in a Celtic Iron Age necropolis in France "have few equivalents in Europe," and one is decorated with tiny swastikas, the French National Institute of Preventive Archaeological Research (INRAP) reports.

Both swords were found intact in their scabbards. One of the swords has an ornate, copper-alloy scabbard designed to be worn at the waist. Several polished gems decorate the scabbard's edges, and at least two of the gems have swastika designs.

Although swastikas are infamously tied to the Nazi regime and the atrocities of World War II, these ancient swastikas had different connotations. Swastikas were widely used in Mediterranean contexts, but these ornamental motifs were appropriated by the Celts in mainland Europe for their own use at the end of the fifth century and part of the fourth century B.C., Vincent Georges, an archaeologist associated with INRAP and manager of the necropolis excavation, said in an email. However, he is unsure of the swastika's significance to the Celts.

Georges and his colleagues originally found the swords and other grave goods in 2022 at Creuzier-le-Neuf, a town that now has a population of just 1,500. But during the Second Iron Age (450 to 52 B.C.), Creuzier-le-Neuf was at the crossroads of territorial occupation by the powerful Celtic Arverni, Aedui and Bituriges tribes. The INRAP team excavated a roughly 7,000-square-foot (650 square meters) burial area there that housed over 100 graves. But due to the region's highly acidic soil, no skeletal remains were found. A single cremation burial was discovered alongside a funerary vase with punched designs and painted bands.

Nearly half of the tombs had metal ornaments, including jewelry. Copper-alloy bracelets were the most common artifacts found in the burials, but the team also found 18 damaged brooches, including one decorated with a polished gem. The gem is set in a disc adorned with gilded silver and repoussé designs, or design patterns made by hammering the reverse side of the metallic sheet. It was created sometime between the late fourth and early third centuries B.C.

Another brooch has ocelli, or eyelike markings, a common decorative theme that was "fashionable among Celtic craftsmen" from the fifth and fourth centuries B.C., Georges said.

Two rare swords

The most striking items found at the necropolis were the two well-preserved swords. An X-ray analysis of the short blade whose scabbard had the swastikas revealed embedded symbols at the blade's top — a circle and a crescent moon separated by a line, suggesting it was created at the beginning of the fourth century B.C.

The sun and crescent moon "undoubtedly reflect cosmological symbolism" and were a "very widespread sacred concept linked to this particular kind of sword" at the time, Georges said. He noted that similar symbolism was found on other Celtic swords, as well as swords from the Etruscans, who lived in what is now Italy. He added that sun and moon designs can also be found on short swords throughout continental Europe from the third and fourth centuries B.C.

The second sword was longer and its scabbard still has its suspension rings that allowed it to be attached to a belt on the waist. Like some of the bracelets, this sword's scabbard has ocelli.

The long sword has "all the characteristics of a functional weapon," as it could be worn by a rider and its scabbard was not richly decorated. But the shorter sword with the swastikas does not appear to be functional, Georges said. Rather, this sword was likely used as a marker of power, including military command.

He added that the shorter sword is "more or less contemporary with the Celtic incursions in northern Italy and the sacking of Rome in 387 BCE," when the Gauls beat the Roman army at the Battle of Alia, but "it is not possible to say more at this moment."

By Sahas Mehra.

[salt-clangen]

Random facts about my clan cats:

I had a not great day so here’s something fun :)

Saltclan has a unique way of tracking ages! Every full moon, before half the clan leaves for the gathering, each cat goes around and says how many moons old they are. This started as a fun way to involve Ripple and Otter in the fun when they were kits, but they insisted every cat say their age and it grew from there. (Older cats who don’t remember exactly have to pick a new age and stick to it or the kits screech at them)

The other clans track age either individually (Duskclan), by historians (Oakclan), or just by vibes after a cat is 24 moons old (Honeyclan)

Bc of this Rosedrift is considered a normal age cat despite the fact that she’s over 100 moons old, while mousefoot is less than 20 moons older than her and is considered an elder past retirement

After a cat is 24 moons (2 yrs), the clan and individual stop specifying the moons and instead use seasons. So Rosedrift is 8 seasons and Mousefoot is 10. The older a cat gets the less they will add on moons to that. A young cat might say they’re 2 seasons and 8 moons. A middle aged cat might say they’re 4 and a half seasons and just round up or down to the half or whole number. And senior warriors (or cats whore blunter) may say they 9 seasons even though they’re actually 8 seasons and 7 moons.

There’s a fable in the clans called The Clay Dog that is based on a real life Indian fable called The Lion Makers (from the Panchatantra) which was my fav story as a kid

Other stories that probably aren’t true include The Moon chases The Sun, The First Drum, The Warrior and the Dove’s Sacrifice, and so many more.

Sparkclaw figured out where Thornstrike was sent to after his exile, purely by accident, but she hovers near by, eating stolen kittypet food and glaring at Sage (who thinks she’s flirting). She’s keeping an eye on him, she thinks he was a coward, not about the ambush but about lying afterwards. She also blames him bc he ruined her chance to fight Wolfstar and win, despite taking a life Sparkclaw still believes it to be a loss since she ran away.

Thornstrike has been taken to the vet and being treated for his injuries, he’s an inside cat now, fully neutered and back at Sage’s house

Scorchvein tried to find Thornstrike, but by the time she tracked him down and confirmed he wasn’t dead, he’d already gone to the vet and wasn’t back yet. She saw Sparkclaw around and started a fight, Spark kicked her ass so she’s been avoiding the area ever since. She’s been falling back in with her former loner friends

Archstar and Thistle actually hung out in the same group before they became warriors. There was no overlap though, Thistle joined after Archstar had already left. Most of the group is roughly the same, so they have several mutuals.

Scorchvein was also part of this group, though she floated between colonies a lot so Archstar or thistle probably wouldn’t recognize her. Her loner name was Zira (ofc)

Non clan cats can utilize fire too, but it’s much harder without a designated area, both for fire safety and privacy from humans. People are aware that cats can make small fires, but it’s kinda like crows using tools irl so yeah it’s noteworthy but it’s not something a whole lot of people pay attention to.

There’s two different kinds of loners, there’s loners who live individually or in smaller groups in town. Or the loners that live in larger (but unstable) groups outside of the twoleg place.

Rogue is used only for threatening, non clan cats, they have to be both outside of a clan and an active threat to be called this. Aggressive kittypets may be called rogue kittypets during strategy discussions.

Kittypets don’t cook or use fire bc they don’t need to, but as a treat they may take things from their owners down to Capri’s place to trade for some rabbit jerky.

Before Capri the relationship between the clans and local cats was contentious, the clans thought the locals would try to learn their ways so they can steal prey. Local cats were just trying to be friendly, sharing food bowls is considered normal and appropriate. Capri showed up to Honeyclan’s borders saying she’ll trade a blanket for some herbal honey for her sick kits. Then a patrol came to her and offered clay bowls in exchange for another blanket. Word spread and she began trading and collecting various other twoleg items with more and more clan cats. Eventually other local cats wanted to trade directly with the clans too instead of with Capri. But the value of items began being questioned, there was no system and no one could agree. Finally Capri said all trades from the clans to a non clan cat should be done by her so that there’s one cat maintaining the system. The clans were reluctant bc they’d rather a clan cat be in that role but relented bc Capri had always been fair. She raised her kits in the role and many have stayed for many seasons, now it’s just her and Jade, though Sage and Olive are pitching in more

Coralpaw tried to console Nightleap when Nighthowl arrived, insisting that she can’t be replaced. She was very shocked to find that many many cats have Night as a prefix and it doesn’t bother Nightleap at all.

Nighthowl isn’t sure if she wants to keep her name, change it, or use her kittypet name.

Kelppaw has a crush of Ripplepaw…it’s very one side.

Grackletail wanted to sneak away to check on Scorchvein, but he’s so busy helping the clerics, plus he’s not allowed to leave camp. The new tea they make him drink before bed knocks him out so he can’t even sneak out at night. He tried to complain to Jaggedstar that he’s not even working, he told her how majority of the time he’s just there hanging out and talking about himself while they work and give him advice. Jaggedstar has to explain gently several times that he’s in therapy/jk she didn’t say that but he is basically in therapy.

[prisma-palace]

Mind sharing your HMSW designs with the class?/nf

HELLO!!! apologizes for the late reply i forget to check my inbox ^^ i've actually been intending to make reference sheets for em... buuuut i havent gotten around to that yet. so. heres what i got as of now!

(i'll make a big post digging more into specific details and design choices and headcanons Eventually cause i do have a lot to say. but that'll probably be included in the ref sheets when i finally make them. Unless someone asks me about specific details. Wink Wink Nudge Nudge)

mind

spider motifs!!! he has little fangs and an extra set of arms (that i keep forgetting to draw him with Oopsies). the spiderness was Unintentional at first but then i decided to just go with it and lean into it more cause i liked that idea. ill probably eventually redesign him to make him look Even More spidery but that day is not today sorry

his lower set of arms can extend/retract as he chooses. he likes to annoy heart with this. he also installed said arms himself one loop. it confused the Fuck out of heart & soul

HMS are all the same height so he wears heels to be taller cause of his Ruler-Of-Everything complex. and also i just like drawing characters with cunty ass heels

the broken side of his face is a result of the juno incident! his teeth are exposed and the big ol light on that side is his broken eyelight. its supposed to vaguely resemble a sun

also his teeth are blue. yeah

OH YEAH he also has a plug tail. it was a more recent addition so it isnt in these drawings but he does have it

heart

last two are a little old. but they show off his design so it doesnt matter

face feathers!!!!!! makes him look more creaturey :-)

the way his hair parts is supposed to be shaped like a heart

he does have a teeny feather tail but its usually covered up by clothing

his wings are purposefully messy looking, he does NAWT take care of himself. sigh. he cant really fly with them because theyre not strong enough to carry him, but he can hover/glide for short periods of time

hes SOME kind of amalgamation creature. mooostly bird, but nobody really knows exactly what he is. not even himself!

he has claws and sharp teeths hehe

he can Technically see but its VERRYYY blurry, he can only rlly see vague blobs of color. hes also super light sensitive so he wears the blindfold more out convenience than anything else ^^

hes a trans guy cuz im a trans guy and i said so Thank You

soul

right. so the problem with my soul design is that i've been meaning to redesign him for, like, a long time. However i havent actually properly fully drawn my new design for him yet! so instead enjoy what i Could find, put in order of newest to most outdated :-)

devil motifs however theyre not really fully intentional it just kinda Happened. hes not really anything specific to me, just an Unidentified Thing

neck scar. No further comment!

he has two rings on his horns, blue for mind and purple for heart

his middle horn is broken off .. :-)

claws but only on the shadowy side

if he gets particularly stressed or angry his shadow side starts to lose form and get all static-y

star shaped rip on his jeans!

also he has a star patch on his sleeve, as to match with heart and mind, who have a moon and sun patch on their knee and coat pocket respectively!

^^^ the yellow background on his patch is intentional

the eye on his shadow side is always closed. if its open thats how you KNOW you Fucked Up

whole

my whole design also has a problem but its kinda different. and its that. i dont. really. draw him often? what i Do have of him is either Old or not colored. so like. have what i do have i guess ^^

hes literally Just Some Regular Guy

his hair is a combo of HMS's: length/half-circle shape from heart, bangs from mind, ponytail + side thingies from soul

they arent rlly shown in these but he has two bracelets! one is red, purple, n blue and the other is tally hall colors

i kinda gravitate towards his name being CJ. a while ago i saw someone somewhere call him first name "Cash" last name "Something-That-Starts-With-J-I-Cant-Remember" hence the nickname CJ and its stuck with me. but also i havent thought about it all that much so Who Knows

theres a difference between him and "whole". whole is more of a Concept while hes the actual Person

on the rare occasions he manifests in headspace, HMS only see him as a shadowy figure. the closer they get to concord, the more of him gets revealed!

also. you didnt ask for her. but i wanna show her off anyway

love interest

i need to draw her properly sometime soon......

i like to think that her name is stella. as a miracle musical reference. heheh

idk shes very subject to change ill probably fuck around with her color palette sometime soon

i dont have like anything to say about her sorry. i like her. shes fun to draw

[foundmars]

SOTM DCA theory rant

Spoilers ahead!!

So we know we get apperences and references to the Daycare attendants origins, we find the original sun/moon tragedy masks going to the theatre, peepaw moon, the moon.exe, Sun as Fiona. but that begs the question…

Who made the DCA?

In security breach we see them less taken care of (very dirty compared to any animatronic in the game) they are anxiety ridden (sun), and originally theatre bots put in daycare. And with obvious exposed sensitive wiring, and in Ruin we see a Fazrench port on the back of their head that operates much like the Data Diver we see in Ruin.

I was previously assuming DCA fully existed during SOTM due to their older looking design  (that has a Data Diver port unlike any other animatronic and no Roxy doesn’t count because her mask is part of a casing with the same endo as everyone else) but that’s the thing, the DCA is one of a kind because there’s no other endo for them, if they break, they are gone for good because we know no one would take of them or otherwise no one is left to take care of them.

Now I think it was Fiona’s love creation. If Edwin’s project was the Mimic, Fiona’s was the Daycare Attendant. She made him out of love, not as someone to take care of David but to be his friend. We hear Sun say “new friend”, “friend” in the games. Even so, he was made to entertain and play games with little kids. 

We see Fiona’s hand at creation, she made the OG Chica and everyone loved her. I like to say maybe she tried her hand at Robotics to make something for David. The DCA mentions of Gregory wanted to do a puppet show, Fiona was a Puppetier. Her design is very childlike and friendly (Ik SB DCA is a little creepy but isn’t everything else in that warehouse) 

Maybe both Edwin and Fiona made the Storytime showroom for David, but closed down for either timing of deaths, or the damage that happened in there, but maybe it was a secret love project for David in their own way. They both loved to create. 

And we see that the Mimic was made to BE other characters when in other costumes. DCA is taught how to ACT not mimic while being themselves. 

How did Sun and Moon become separate ais? Just like in Moon.exe it’s two half’s becoming whole at the end, becoming Eclipse. One represents Edwin in their story and the other Fiona. 

I don’t think that specificity reflects them as a personality in DCA but we see characteristics of themselves put into this animatronic. 

I like to think Fiona created this as a surprise in the background for both David and Edwin. Maybe testing them at Fall Fest if we assume they were made and created at that time (help wanted 2 carousel) ALSO how do you not expect me to not assume DCA wasn’t created at that era if you put FALL FEST and DCA together where Fiona DIED at?

Anyways- those are my rambles

edit: I forgot to add a bit where the giant moon we seen fallen from the storytime showroom through the theatre and down to the moon maze to get David’s ball, it implies the giant moon was hanging. DCA has a little retractable hook to hang from the ceiling when he pleases (I don’t think we talk about that enough, no other animatronic has a unique ability like that to FLY) and not only that it’s an addition to their design. The hook part was always intended for them, it was fazbear that implemented it and used that aspect of them

[apomaro-mellow]

Built for Loving 2

Part 1

mentions of bestiality, sado/masochism, and gang rape (none of that will happen in the story, it's just mentioned as a possibility)

Eddie was so over the moon that his bot got approved, he went outside and called his uncle right away with the news.

“They got you on a build already?”, Wayne asked.

“Yeah”, Eddie beamed in the sun. He leaned against the building, still in disbelief that he had the ID that got him into the most exclusive parts. “My design got approved and everything. We start makin’ him tomorrow but I’m gonna go ahead and get the materials today after lunch.”

“Alright then. I’m proud of you. Just don’t let them work you to the ground, Ed.”

“When have I ever let someone work me like a pack mule?”

Wayne laughed on the other end. “Well don’t get lost in your work then. Make sure you get out and into the sunshine at least once a week.”

“Yeah, yeah”, Eddie said. They both remembered the all-nighters Eddie would pull. More than once his uncle referred to him to some kind of cryptid or creature of the night. Eddie certainly had a tendency to obsess. But now it was all paying off. “My break’s almost over. I just wanted to call and give you the good news.”

They said their goodbyes and Eddie went back inside. He scarfed down a sandwich and guzzled a soda in the last five minutes that he had for his lunch and then went right to getting the materials. It was simply a matter of going into storage and shopping around, filling out a form as he did. Eddie had been fascinated by these bots for years, so seeing various body parts in bins wasn’t that off putting. The wall of hair samples kind of freaked him though.

Eddie would be building his own from the ground up, so he ignored the bins of arms and legs. He took his time, meticulously picking out the perfect shade of brown with the right amount of highlights. When he got to the drawers of eyeballs, it was surprisingly easy to find ones that were just the right amount of hazel. 

Then there was the skin. Steve’s skin was dotted all over with moles and freckles. There were skin samples that came pre-moled, but that just didn’t feel right to Eddie. It would take some extra time, but he’d put them on himself. He just picked the color that most resembled Steve and made a mental note to get the right tools so that he could add the moles. 

He turned in the form and was told which lab station he could find it at tomorrow. For now, he returned to his desk to start on the software. He put some headphones on as he went through the company’s voice bank. Eddie didn’t think he’d be able to find Steve’s exact voice, but he could get pretty close. There had to be about a million voices (okay maybe just about 100,000). Most of them were female though, so he was able to filter out over half. 

Eddie spent the rest of his shift going through them all. He kept trying to tell himself to not let ‘good’ be the enemy of ‘done’ but it couldn’t be just any voice. He considered picking one that was close enough and just doing some editing to make it like how he remembered Steve when he found it. It was as if Steve Harrington himself had lent his voice to the sampling bank. And, well, he could have, Eddie didn’t know. He also didn’t put it past Brenner Ventures to use A.I. scraping for some of their assets but at this point, Eddie didn’t care.

He scooped the voice and began writing up the script. Pleasure bots were built with an A.I processor that could respond to most kinds of input or stimulus. But they were expected to be personalized. Of course, Eddie had to give him Steve’s personality. Or at least, what he’d gleaned from admiring him from afar. 

He reminded himself of the only real note the client had given. Eddie imagined the customer just wanted some primo eye candy. A hot guy that was ready to fuck or be fucked at a moment’s notice. He almost wished he had more info about the buyer but Eddie knew the less he knew the better.

Whether it was an aging billionaire or a young socialite, their kinks could be the same. It wasn’t Eddie’s business to know unless the bot was returned with complaints. And if that happened, it was simply a matter of adjusting them and sending them right back. 

Eddie typed up a few practice phrases, just to hear how they sounded. He made sure to add vocal descriptors and hit play and-

“Hey baby-”

He tossed the headphones off like they were on fire, getting him an odd look from the intern, the only one in this building younger than him. He stood up, rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants.

“Gonna get some-yeah.”

He didn’t know what he was gonna get. Just that he had to step away from his work for a second and really think about what he was doing. He ended up on a balcony, taking a smoke break. The sun had begun to dip low. He really should be on his way home. But he at least wanted to finish the key phrases before clocking out today. Tomorrow he’d have his materials and it would be all about the build before he could touch the software again.

Eddie took a long drag. He was making a high end sex doll of an old high school crush. And he wasn’t even the one who was going to fuck it! His only solace right now was that Steve would never see it. 

He finished the cigarette and then went back inside. He wasn’t going to pull all-nighters over this. He wasn’t going to obsess. He wasn’t going to let it drive him insane.

-----------------------

Three months later and Eddie couldn’t remember when he’d last seen his bed. Sometimes he felt like shit and other times he felt like he could take on Zeus. If he thought listening to Steve’s voice give sexy lines was too much, it was nothing compared to the body. At first it was easy. He was simply a skeleton of metal and wires. 

But soon the bot began to take shape and one day Eddie was staring into the open eyes of the guy he couldn’t stop thinking about as a teenager. Eddie spent more time on this single bot than anyone had and they all let him know it. 

Owens came into the lab just as Eddie was inputting the last bit of software. He clicked away at the computer, the bot lying across a table behind him. Owens tugged a little at the lab coat that covered the body. 

“Protecting an android’s modesty?”, Owens teased.

“More like shielding the rest of the lab from their inadequacy”, Eddie grinned. “He’s quite the specimen.” 

Eddie didn’t like looking at his creation, naked and unconscious on a metal slab. But voicing those thoughts only got him strange looks, so he learned to keep it to himself. He didn’t know how the others could watch their bots sit in the cold, naked as anything and honestly if he wasn’t under more watchful eyes, Eddie might’ve given his bot a blanket and pillow. Even if he was made of metal, he looked like Steve and Eddie never wanted Steve to be uncomfortable.

Eddie picked up the chip he’d been working on and used his chair to wheel over to Steve. He opened up the chest cavity and gave the chip a kiss before inserting it to the right slot.

“You put the prime chip in his chest? What, like a heart?”, Owens asked.

“What can I say? I’m sentimental. I feel like Gepetto”, Eddie said, standing up and kicking the chair away. 

Pleasure bots were customized. No two were alike and that went down to their skeletons, characterized by their maker. But a lot still adhered to the basic Brenner blueprint. This was Eddie’s first chance and he wanted to hit the ground running.

“Well? Don’t leave us in suspense”, Owens urged.

Eddie took a breath and reached under the neck. His skin felt as real as any human’s. He pressed a button hidden under the material and counted ten seconds. The chest rose and fell once like a breath. The motors and subsequent fans running. His eyes opened, like sunlight dappling a forest floor.

“Enter diagnostic mode”, Eddie commanded. 

“Entertainment automaton, by Brenner Ventures, subject to copyright. Product I.D. EDM-001.”

It was odd hearing Steve’s voice so flat and lifeless. But Eddie went through the system checks, knowing that was why Owens decided to grace him with his presence today. When they finished, the older man nodded and Eddie let out a quiet breath of relief. He knew his coding was perfect. But some guys on the floor always found a nitpick.

“Go ahead and put him in client mode”, Owens said. “You’re running him on imprinting software, correct?”

“Yeah”, Eddie answered, moving so that when Steve awakened, he wouldn’t be in his line of sight. It made things easier for the client. The bot would register the first voice they heard, the first face they saw. It meant the client didn’t need to do anything else but make sure they were the first one the bot interacted with.

Eddie cleared his throat. “Enter client mode.”

The difference was immediate. He sat up and now his chest expanded regularly, like he was actually breathing. He blinked, the cameras in his eyes registering the man in front of him, Owens.

“Hello~”

His voice was seductive from the start without being sleazy or pornographic right from the get-go. The balance was important to Eddie.

“Good afternoon. Your name is Bitch Boy Number 16 and I’m gonna use you to suck my floppy old man dick and then stick you in a storage closet with the other fifteen.”

The bot giggled and leaned forward, encouraging Owens to start while Eddie stood there frozen.

“I’m gonna beat you until that artificial skin bruises black and then knock your teeth out and then let my friends have a chance at you ‘cause we’re all drunk and lookin’ for a few kicks and we already broke three bots before you. Sound good?”

“Mmm, sounds perfect~”

“How’s about if I get twenty four guys to run a train? One for each hour of the day?”

“I’d love that~”

“How’s about I let my dog hump you and you cum on his dick and I film it for my buddies at the office?”

“When do we start~?”

“Alright, that’s enough. Power down.”

Steve laid himself down and closed his eyes, the whirring coming from within quieted as he went into sleep mode. Eddie felt sick to his stomach.

“Agreeable and submissive”, Owens said, checking things off a clipboard. “If you learn nothin’ else here kid, get that through your head. The people that buy these aren’t looking for companions. They’re buying toys and while some are content to put their toys on a shelf and bring ‘em down to brush their hair and put ‘em in nice clothes, others play with toys just to break ‘em. The sooner you get that through your head, the better. You’re not Gepetto. And he’s not a real boy.”

Eddie swallowed as Owens removed the lab coat that was covering Steve’s lower half. He said ‘mhm; to himself as he did the final check. Once he was finished, he stamped the paperwork, and gave it to Eddie to sign. While Eddie put his signature down, Owens picked up a laser tool to put the final piece onto the bot’s forehead. A QR code, invisible to the naked eye, but able to be scanned and and easily identify the bot.

“Delivery team will be here in about fifteen minutes to get him boxed up and shipped out, so say your goodbyes. And hey”, Owens put a hand on his shoulder. “Congrats on your first bot, son.”

Owens took the paperwork and walked out after that, leaving Eddie alone. Eddie knew there were folks out there with really dark kinks. And there were folks who didn’t take care of their bots. But it couldn’t happen to Steve. Who could hurt a face this nice?

He pulled the chair up to the table and sat by his head. He stroked the soft brown hairs and sighed.

“You’re gonna be treated right. You’re gonna be loved because-” Eddie felt silly for even thinking it but if he didn’t say it and he let this droid go into the world, never to be seen again unless returned for being faulty… 

Eddie never had the courage to say it to the real Steve. If he couldn’t say it now, to a version he had built that wasn’t even awake, then he really hadn’t changed since high school.

“You’re gonna be loved because I already love you.” He kissed his forehead, then looked to his lips, sitting there, pretty and soft.

Eddie was still there, staring at his face when the delivery team came in. He was transported to a cart and wheeled away, unkissed. Eddie could only hope whoever bought him would kiss him as much as he deserved.

“God, I need a smoke.” Or a good night’s sleep. Or a decent fuck. Eddie would go home and start with dropping dead on his bed. If that didn’t work, he’d hit the bar and find someone else’s bed to sleep in. It was the weekend now, which meant he wasn’t required to think about robots for a full forty eight hours. Whatever happened to his creation now was out of his hands.

Part 3

[sciencelings-arts]

🌻✨🏳️‍⚧️Girlifies Capcoms favorite punching bag✨🏳️‍⚧️🌻

Closeups and rambles about the designs under the cut, you know the deal

I stared at Feenie’s pitiful puppy eyes sprite for like a half hour for this, I just wanted you guys to know that. I couldn’t decide on whether I wanted to draw her bleeding or include the necklace because logically they can’t be there at the same time but I did it anyway because I wanted to. Also I wanted her to be splattered with paint where in later iterations she’d have scars.

Sunflower/defense attorney badge inspired earring, and bleeding heart necklace. I didn’t feel like going easy on the symbolism on this one lol.

Closeup of Rookie!Phoenixes gay little earring, I love putting too much detail into things that end up being way too small to appreciate. Obviously it’s an Edgeworth reference, and a reference to that one DD concept art where he has a little blue knight on his tie and I thought this is her era of getting really into being a knight in shining armor for everyone ever.

All the earrings/jewelry correspond to the people she’s closest to at the time, or at least most devoted to. Feenie: Mia and Dahlia, Rookie: Edgeworth (the sketch had the chess piece replaced with a large bead which is for Maya/Pearls), Beanix: Trucy, and MILFeen: the WAA (the star in the celestial trio alongside Athena’s moon and Apollo’s Sun)

Another note about the main trilogy Fem!Phoenix design is that I included temporary marks from Franziska’s whip rather than the burn scars from the bridge which are included in the later versions. Also the scars from being bashed in the head bc i felt like that wouldn’t just disappear, and I wanted to focus this design on JFA.

More about the scars, specifically her lip scars, I wanted to give her a darker lipstick that she uses to draw away the attention from the necklace chomping scars but during the 7yg she kind of gives up on hiding them. I also wanted to make sure there’s a dramatic change between Beanix and MILFeen, Edgeworth bullied her into having a decent skincare routine.

Speaking of Edgeworth, she’s here, having homosexual feelings in the background. As usual. The fun thing about Narumisu is that they almost exclusively refer to each other by their last names so it doesn’t matter if they have different first names for a gender swap, they will always be ‘Prosecutor Edgeworth’ and ‘Defense Attorney Wright’

All side by side at the sacrifice of image quality. I love her eras