#brief-creation

[heph]

A lot has happened in 30 years

[lovechucreations]

NEW MERCH INCOMING!

New charms and stickers are on the way to our studio as we speak!! Our new PASWG charms will feature glow-in-the-dark acrylic and matching color heart-shaped clasps! Our new Epilogue Pinup charms will feature colored acrylic and matching heart-shaped clasps!

We wanted to try something new with these charms, something we barely see, so I hope you enjoy them! We're expecting a shipment in the next month.

[seungkwan-s]

happy holidays @shorelinnes 🎄🎁 it's meeeee, your secret santa!! 💚

[sconers]

The Marchives, OC/Art collection

Despite running a poll I decided to make an OC/Art blog here!

I'm currently uploading art as I can in my free time, I draw a lot of stuff in the same file so I had to go in and break up all the files and export the sketches and I didn't record their original dates, so everything is rough estimation. We're currently going through 2021 and 2022, the meatiest section of sketches before my wrists got really bad.

If you're sensitive to triggering or mature content, please check the content warnings here!

Eventually I will be creating about pages for each oc you find here and their backstory as well as how and why they were created if applicable. Half of these ocs are also my wife's characters, which I hope to also give space to breathe and exist here.

[roadstomagicseries]

Daily Focus; Study of Affinities

The study of magic has always been something people have obsessed over in the realm of Roads To Magic, or RTM as i've affectionately been calling it. Even before the Cataclysm split the planet into three (Which i will get to the Cataclysm another day). The original understanding was that Magic, at its core, was sustained by balance. Equal parts Light and Dark, with the huge variety of different magics in the middle being the transition from one to the other.

With the Cataclysm shattering the world, and taking all of their information with it, the newly appointed Aerotion High Council were quick to come to the understand that the balance their world once had no long existed. Thus, began the seemingly endless Study Of Affinities.

Though previously mentioned before, there have been hundreds of thousands of studies to try and figure out the foundation and bases of magic. Only one theory so far has been able avoid being disproven.

Miles Lovell, often referred to as the Progenitor of the Wolshi alongside his daughter Olive Lovell, has written an alarming paper based on the theory that Magic, since the Cataclysm, is based off of Chaos.

His proof, is simply that with the belief in this foundation, he has been able to achieve many things that most mages are incapable of doing without the understand that Magic, in and of itself, isn't meant to be understood. Whether the rest of the Aerotion Society can get on board with idea, remains to be seen.

So far, magic has been able to be split into a series of vague categories that can be described in a few words at a time. Although most often the specifics of the power are far more complicated, this is a rough categorization they've managed to build thus far.

Creation Affinities

This one can easily be mistaken for Elemental Manipulation, but in reality its far more. Complicated than that. Creation Affinities are more. Popular than most would think, as it often covers a wide range of abilities that requires the user to be creating something from nothing. The extent of the "something" is, most often, strange, unusual, and typically an object. Though this isn't always the case.

Manipulation Affinities

This one is also easily mistaken, as most people tend to assume its the ability to manipulate materials and elements. In reality, its far, far different.

Manipulation Affinities instead focus on a type of control and manipulation of the mind and body, the most well known example being Wyatt Morgan, with his affinity to manipulate an aura around himself that forces all within it to fear him, with no exceptions. Much of the Morgan family has similar abilities, often ranging to different emotions, however.

This said, Manipulation Affinities are not tied to the Morgan Family, and a large range of manipulation affinities often cover both physical, mental, and emotional states. Whether or not this category affinities can go as far as spiritual and even to manipulating the affinities themselves, remains to be seen.

Elemental Affinities

Finally, we come to elemental affinities. This category often covers the largest range of diverse affinities to date, as many users often cover not only the four basic elements (being earth, air, fire, and water) but also, in light of the last three hundred years, the scientific table as well.

While these affinities is rare to come across in general, never before have scientists and researchers come across two people with the same affinity, though there are umbrella categories for each of the basic elements and what their combinations are.

Draconic Affinities

This one is the newest Affinity discovered to date. It is so rare, that there are only 2 person in existence with this affinity. The limitations of this affinity are still under review, and as of now, they are considered one of the most powerful people in Aerotion Earth.

Old Magic

The Inheritance - before the war there used to be a thread of magic that allowed people on their deathbeds to name an inheritor of their power, often either boosting the original Affinity or creating a brand new one when the 2 magics combine. The one giving the affinity must be dying for this magic to work though. This is used to explain why there's such a massive diversity of affinities an magics.

[loosesodamarble]

As Time Moves On Part 4: The Mystery in Spade

Summary: The reconstruction effort in Spade Kingdom brings about a disturbing revelation. Genre: general Word count: ~1800

..........

The bitter cold was nothing new to the Spade Kingdom. Winters were long and harsh. Summers were fleeting like a breeze. But the people of Spade became resilient over the generations, especially so after the reign of terror that was the Zogratis family.

Thanks to the efforts of Spade’s Resistance Force and Clover Kingdom’s Magic Knights, freedom and peace were restored.

The long night known as the Devil Banishment War was passed. And the people of Spade, with renewed hope and strength, worked to usher in a new era of peace.

…..

“Thanks to the citizens, as well as the aid sent from Heart and Clover, we’re keeping a decent pace for the reconstruction plans we initially put forth.”

“Diamond Kingdom is in a state of political unrest. Not only from the Zogratis annexing some of their territory but also due to internal conflicts. We can’t expect any word from them any time soon.”

“We’ve sent messengers to Lumi Kingdom regarding assistance. There’s no telling how long it will take for them to respond though.”

“Every resident of the capital city has confirmed that they have new lodging. Either within another town or in the nearby tent cities.”

Ciel nodded along as her team of advisors filled her in on the state of affairs. It fell to her to lead her people after the Zogratis family was removed from power. She wished she didn’t have to do it alone, that Loyce was still there sharing the burden.

But Loyce was no longer of this world. He was in a better place. So Ciel made it her duty to restore Spade to the joyous land they’d once led together.

While listening to her advisors, Ciel also concentrated her mana on a spell: Full Moon Haven.

With the spell, she imbued an area with the gentle light of the moon, healing wounds and restoring stamina. She’d learned it years ago, before ever being queen, and in the present, she used it to tend to the many volunteers who toiled to clear debris and find those who were injured or killed during the Devil Banishment War. It was a blessing to have in her grimoire, as it meant she was able to serve her people as kindly as they served her.

“How soon do you think the capital will be rebuilt?” Ciel asked while slowly diminishing her mana output.

“Due to…” Albert, the leader of the resistance and one of Ciel’s advisors, paused and cleared his throat. It was more to break the tension that came with what he was about to say. “Due to the King of Devils leveling most of the capital city, there hasn’t been much large debris so clearing the land has been quick work. However, we can’t proceed quite yet as the task of recovering the bodies of the deceased has come to a standstill. It’s concerning the… high priority ones.”

Ciel’s eyes went wide and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep her face composed.

“I see.”

Ciel finished casting Full Moon Haven and sent off the patients, either to their lodgings or to a more skilled healer for severe wounds. Then, she and the advisors slipped away, towards the shadows of the castle ruins.

There were some questions she would need answered in privacy.

Dante Zogratis, Vanica Zogratis, and Zenon Zogratis of the Dark Triad. Moris Libardirt, former Magic Scholar of the Diamond Kingdom.

While reports from Clover’s Magic Knights attested to their downfalls, Ciel and her advisors had made it a priority to find their bodies again to confirm their deaths. The people of Spade had put their all into the task alongside preparing for the rebuilding of homes. And yet after four months…

“Has nothing from any of them been recovered?”

Ciel’s advisors frowned grimly.

“Are we certain that we’ve checked every possible nook and cranny of the castle? We’ve left no piece of rubble unturned? We haven’t ignored any rooms by accident, have we?” Ciel inquired between deep breaths.

“Your Majesty, we’re sure,” Albert answered and bowed his head slightly. “This was our fifth full area search. We cannot find a trace of them.”

Ciel wrung her hands together. Closed her eyes, squeezed them shut tight. She took deep breaths. Deep, slow, trying-to-prevent-panic breaths. With a final exhale, Ciel opened her eyes and looked her advisors in the eyes.

“Thank you for informing me,” she stated with the grace she’d practiced as queen. “If I may, I ask that I have a moment to myself.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” the advisors spoke in unison as they bowed their heads. Then, they turned and left her be.

When Ciel felt sure she was on her own, she let out a heavy sigh. She placed her hands over her heart, feeling its anxious rhythm. After the coup and so many years living in hiding and praying for a miracle, Ciel believed she’d gotten used to being worried. But no, she’d only been used to worrying about the Dark Triad finding her to finish what they’d started.

Now, she feared that they could return and ruin the peace that was still new to the kingdom.

Ciel paced the area.

Yuno’s personal witness testimony detailed how Zenon turned into a devil and how his body crumbled upon defeat. The search for his body had been futile from the start. But that didn’t explain why nothing of Vanica, Dante, or Moris was found. Could it be that their bodies were completely crushed in the rubble? And that only unidentifiable, rotting bits of flesh and bloodstains remained?

Or…

Ciel shuddered.

There were individuals, the Dark Disciples, who earnestly followed the Zogratises. Is it possible that some of them survived and salvaged their leaders’ bodies? And since the Dark Disciples had no qualms about using Forbidden Magic, if the bodies were found… Then…

Her breath caught in her throat.

Vanica’s piercing, maniacal laugh while demanding a fight echoed in her ears.

Zenon’s listless gaze flashed across her mind’s eye, as if burned into her memory.

Dante’s hands and how they so carelessly dropped Loyce’s body to the floor, prepared to take her life next, made her body tremble.

Not again… She didn’t want the terror to return… To lose everything all over again…

Ciel clenched her hands into fists and shook her head.

“Don’t worry. Spade is safe now,” Yuno had said with a hushed confidence. “And I won’t let it come to harm again. As the next Wizard King, it’d be my duty to.”

A half-hearted laugh slipped past Ciel’s lips. Yuno’s statement didn’t make much sense but his heart was in the right place. It was in a place full of hope.

“That’s right…” Ciel told herself. “I can’t give into fear. Not now.”

There wasn’t a chance that Ciel would let herself give up so easily after everything that she and her people had endured. Not after hope in the form of mages from Clover and Heart arrived and chased away the darkness. Not after she got to see the man her son had become and still strove to be.

The Queen of Spade looked to the sky. The clouds were gray as per usual. However, their shade appeared lighter than usual.

…..

“Dear people of Spade Kingdom. I thank you all for gathering today so that I may address you regarding our current reconstruction efforts.”

Ciel’s voice carried across the crowd of people. Their faces showed tiredness and concern but mostly curiosity.

“As of now, we’re making good progress in rebuilding our kingdom.”

Smiles began to appear on people’s faces.

Ciel went on to summarize how clean up has concluded, how foreign aid would continue to be provided, and how resources were being allocated for the various reconstruction projects. The good news that she shared made the people’s moods brighter. And it lightened Ciel’s own heart to know that Spade was already rising up.

All that good news, though, would be soured by the troubling announcement she had to make next.

“There are many good things in store for Spade as we continue to rebuild our kingdom. However, it is with a heavy heart that I also deliver bad news to you all. It is a matter of transparency that I tell you all. While parties worked to recover the bodies of the deceased for proper burials, a select group was tasked with finding the bodies of specific individuals: the Dark Triad and their conspirator Moris Liberdirt. I and my advisors desired to confirm without a reasonable doubt that those four were indeed dead. Unfortunately, nothing of them has been recovered during these last four months.”

The grinning faces fell away and color drained from many complexions.

“As your queen, I apologize for being unable to fully confirm their deaths. I apologize for having to deliver such a frightening message. But I felt that you needed to know, so that you may understand my dedication to putting everyone at ease and giving them reason to have even greater hope, even if I could not follow through this time.

“The Zogratises and Moris haven’t turned up thus far and we might have to consider that their bodies may never turn up. However! We cannot let the memory of the Zogratis family and their actions hold us captive. My dear and brave citizens, I implore you! Let us remember how we have endured and overcome a dark period of our kingdom’s history. Let us bolster our spirits with resolve. We shall rebuild the Spade Kingdom to what it once was and make new memories for the next generation of our people!”

After Ciel’s voice dissipated into the sky, silence permeated the crowd.

Ciel looked upon her people.

Let my prayer resonate with them…

Then,

“For Spade Kingdom!” a voice from the crowd yelled.

“Towards a brighter future!” cried another as they raised their fist.

“Aye!”

“This is our kingdom again!”

“Here here!”

Shouts of determination arose, a testament to how the people had been weakened but not broken.

It was later decided that the corpses of Dante, Vanica, Zenon, and Moris didn’t need to be found. In all likelihood, the Zogratis family and Moris were dead. Their bodies lost to the land and their souls damned for their cruelty. As cold as it sounded, Ciel was glad to think that to be the case.

Uncertainty nestled within Ciel’s heart. However, the memory of her son’s affirmation and the optimistic calls of her citizens drowned out the whisper of fear.

[hn-undercover-9503]

Really, really brief character study for p!Martyn and p!Sausage because it's 4am and my brain won't shut up about pirates okay thanks

Martyn woke from his very fitful sleep to the muffled sound of music coming from downstairs. Confused and somewhat annoyed, he tossed aside the thin yellow blanket in his Kestrels bed. Leaving his room, he could see all of the other doors were open except for one. Grumbling under his breath, he traipsed his way down the stairs ready to chew out whoever had decided to play music in the middle of the night.

When he made it though, he stopped short at the sight of Sausage sitting alone at the barstools. A jukebox across the room was playing some sea shanty, but the man at the bar didn't seem to be listening to it. He was hunched over a half-empty mug with his eyes closed. As Martyn slowly made his way over, he was almost convinced the other man was asleep, had it not been for the way his hand was clenched tightly around the mug handle.

"Uh…Sausage?"

The other man shrieked and jumped, eyes flying wide open and sloshing ale over the floor. He whined at the sight of it, grumbling as he stood to get a mop from the corner. "Look what you made me do, Martyn! Now the floor is all wet…"

"Ah, my bad." Martyn took the mop and quickly helped clean up the mess. It only took a few minutes, and once they were done both of them sat down at the bar again. Sausage let out a heavy sigh, resting his head on the table.

"So, uh…what are you doing awake so late?" Martyn finally asked. Sausage hummed before lifting his head and grinning.

"Drinking myself silly, of course! Isn't it obvious?" He giggled again after saying it, but Martyn could hear the insecurity in his voice.

He raised an eyebrow, staring at him as the music faded out only to restart the same song.

"Don't look at me like that! What, you think I'm lying? Why would I lie?" Sausage demanded, oddly defensive considering Martyn hadn't actually said a word to him.

Martyn shrugged. "I dunno, just seems to me like there's something on your mind."

"The only thing on my mind is coin and ale." Sausage said with a huff, crossing his arms like that sealed the deal. Martyn hummed, getting up to pour two more mugs for them both.

They sat in silence for a while, nothing but the music in the background between them. After Sausage had drained about half of his mug, though, he leaned back in his seat and sighed. "Hey, Martyn. Where did you come from?"

Martyn hesitated for a second. He couldn't exactly tell him he fell from the sky after going through Doc's new strange portal. "I, uh, dunno. Some island nearby. Washed up on shore a few days ago, and now I'm here. You know how it is."

Thankfully, Sausage didn't seem to be in the mood to press him for information. He just hummed, staring up at the ceiling. Mihawk the macaw was sleeping in the nearby windowsill, and Sausage seemed to be watching him very carefully. "I've been on the Isles for a long time, you know."

Martyn nodded, tracing the rim of his mug with a finger. "I kinda assumed."

"I'm not the only one though. Kyle's been here a while, too. And Scott! Oh boy, he's been here since he was just a little bitty baby! But you know, you get to know people when you're here for a while. I have some good friends."

Martyn hummed, unsure where the other man was going with this. But Sausage didn't even seem to realize he was there anymore. He was just talking to the ceiling at this point. "The other day…at that weird island the recruiter sent us to…"

Martyn let out a small, unintelligible, "Oh." That whole incident had been…strange. And eerie. And creepy. And he still hated knowing that that weird little purple thing was running over the Isles somewhere, completely free. He didn't know why the others were letting it go after what they'd seen. If it had been up to him, he'd have tied an anchor to it and dropped it into the sea as soon as it appeared on the Isles.

"I never really talked to Aimsey all that much. They seemed nice, but I mean, they are a Kite, and you know how it is with them…but she'd come over and talk to Guqqie a lot, and the two of them were so close. And Guqqie…" Sausage's voice became very, very small.

Martyn felt awful. Of course, Sausage was worried about his friend. The other Kestrel, Guqqie. Martyn hadn't exactly been fond of her for the little amount of time they'd spoken, but she was a Kestrel, so it made sense that she was probably decently close with Sausage, right? It only made sense he'd be worried about them.

"I…don't know what happened to Aimsey." Martyn murmured, keeping his voice low. Out of respect? He didn't know. Truth was, he didn't really know anything about anything about this place, but he had a feeling he was about to get wrapped up in something very, very bad here. "But didn't those people say they wanted Guqqie for a job? So she'll come back with money, right?"

Sausage shook his head. "That's just it. If it was just a job, she should've been back by now. Something's not right with this. And what if…what if they're actually…gone?"

Martyn's stomach sank. "Gone…gone, as in, like, dead? Dead gone?"

Sausage took a deep breath. "I…I don't know. I'm just…just…" He put his face in his hands and groaned, scrubbing at his face furiously. When he raised his head again, his eyes were red and the fake smile had returned. "Oh, but I'm probably worried over nothing! Aimsey probably just got lost fighting a whole bunch of slimy purple monsters, and Guqqie is probably just so overloaded with coin they have to take more than one trip! Both of them are fine, I'm sure!"

Martyn watched the other man stand up and down the rest of his mug in one big gulp. He giggled as he slid the empty mug across the counter to him. "Don't stay up too late drinking, Martyn! We got another big day of pirating tomorrow! Goodnight!" He watched with narrowed eyes as Sausage practically ran back up the stairs.

In the background, the jukebox began to skip. Martyn got up to take the disc out before it could really start getting under his skin. He set it on the rack alongside the other discs they had, then glanced up at the stairs leading to the upper floor of the Kestrels home. Sausage had clearly been genuinely really worried over the two missing pirates, Aimsey and Guqqie. Martyn had only been here for a few days, and already he knew–this was going to be a difficult one.

[delilah-briarwood]

Tasha, I’d already die for you.

[karleetdm]

Hey everyone! This is the first game I've ever made on a big scale, and I honestly suck at advertising. I just... really want people to try out my game and all that. I'm not in the right headspace to do this post as calmly as I'd like to (I'm hiding how I'm internally panicking RN because IDK what to do since a content creator replied to my DM once just half an hour ago but unfortunately declined to playing my game and spreading the word) but I'm still doing this anyway. It's a @therealjacksepticeye fan game at its core, but is much more than that. Please give a try!

[netscapenavigaytor]

i probably about to go thruogh my likes again i think.updates on my life:

i have a job (i have had it for like a month or two now i forgot to mention it OOPS) its just dollar general cashier though.

i learned how to solder and fixed my broken xbox (i jumped a power trace it was scary). i feel like i will need more practice if i want to do anything more complex and risky but im happy i succeeded at what i set out to do

still in the ouroboros death spiral of jet set radio headcanon bullshit

im listening to linkin park hybrid theory right now cuz i dont listen to it as often as i oughta. crawling didnt deserve to become a "loledgy" meme song

ive been low energy for too much discord talking because of busy with stuff but hopefully it will normalize again because im no longer thinking about soldering LOL

[lovechucreations]

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[delcat177]

Didn't have the spoons to look up links in bed last night, thanks so much for bringing it home Sparky

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[intelisync]

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[creativeusermeme]

[image description: a screenshot from one of the final scenes of the magi origin quest from dragon age: origins. four characters are on screen. from left to right, they are irving, duncan, nirav, and greagoir. irving is an elderly human man with pale skin and gray hair in robes with a staff on his back, with his back to the camera. duncan is a human man with dark brown skin and black hair and a beard in plate armor with two blades on his back, looking across the scene. nirav is a young elven man with cool brown skin and black hair in robes with a staff similar to irving's on his back, looking with a concerned expression towards irving or duncan or both. greagoir is a human man with light skin and slightly graying black hair in elaborate plate armor, with his back to the camera. text at the top of the screen reads: “Knight-Commander, if I may... I am not only looking for mages to join the king's army. I am also recruiting for the Grey Wardens."]

and this. THIS!!! literally in NO way did nirav imagine things going down like this! once again, absolutely tragically didn't get any good screenshots of the "jowan does blood magic" which gave nirav some... thoughts, to think about, at a later date, but this- THIS. he assumed he would walk out of the doors with jowan and lily to a complement of templars, the templars would arrest jowan and lily, and irving would would thank him for proving his loyalty to the circle, and greagoir would be annoyed but not really feel the need to punish nirav for this, because nirav is still the first-enchanter's specialest most favoritest boy, but... but... but suddenly there's a dangerous mage on the loose and greagoir is pissed and nirav is very aware of the fact that he could be made tranquil only a day after passing the harrowing. and then DUNCAN. my best fucking friend, one of the characters of all time, absolute king, duncan. he does need another recruit or two, and he would like it to be a mage, actually, and this might actually work out.

and nirav will never see this place again (at least he thinks so) and he will leave the only family and home he can remember and he will be free and he will see the sky. he will get to pick fresh elfroot and feel snow on his skin and never come back to this place.

ohhhh, my boy. oh my sweet summer boy.

[halonicheart]

Morgana at the start of her story was very distant, a bit belligerent and very mistrusting. As things change within Ishgard so too does she. Below is a glimpse into the a friendship she initially thought severely unlikely with Emmanellian.

“Oh Morgana~” Emmanellain’s annoyingly chipper shouts rattled in her skull. She turns with a huff to find him nearly skipping her way, a toothy grin and an excited glimmer in his eyes. He stops right in front of her with a hop, chest puffed up with pride in such a way that reminds of her the local pigeons that scuttle around for crumbs… mayhap it was his birdnest mop on his head that reminded her of as much. He speaks before she can ponder the matter much longer. “Come! Look upon my rugged visage!” Emmanellain smirks, he tucks a lock of hair behind left ear to reveal more of what looks like a thin scar going across his cheek. “What say you? Do I look more manly? Dashing even! I’ve a few more elsewhere- even bruises and a cracked rib!”

She stares at the man owlishly before shaking her head. “Cracked… ribs aren’t something to be proud… shouldn’t you be resting if that's the case and not running around shouting all holy hells?” Morgana pokes his still puffed out chest a couple of times before giving him a hard stare. “Aren’t you in pain?” She wonders if it would be cruel of her to poke around to find the general location of the aforementioned cracked rib, she ultimately decides not to in fear of watching him crumble to his knees.

“Oh dreadfully so I nearly fainted when it initially happened but I powered through it… somehow… nevermind the semantics on the matter.” She most certainly minds them but he isn’t about to share any details, not unless she tortured it out of him. “Do not change the subject, old girl, answer my questions then we may discuss their history later!” He chirps once more, leaning closer down to show off the nearly paper thin scar beneath his eye.

“Ah… well um….” She really isn’t sure to respond to this. If he wanted someone to truly stroke his ego, he most certainly came to the wrong person. “You look… like yourself? It’s a little thing… you look the same as ever to me.” Had he not pointed out as much she wouldn’t have even noticed it for a good awhile, truth be told. Judging by Emmanellain’s severe pout, that was the wrong answer. “Oh come off it, what did you expect me to say!”

He wipes away none existent tears. “You wound me old girl! Here I thought you could spare some words of praise to soothe my aching!” His attempt to melodramatically wail only causes him to wince and clutch his side. “Ah-! No-nothing this old boy can’t handle! Fret… not! Despite my wo-wounded… heart I shall sally forth!” It was painfully clear he was in absolute agony from his antics.

“... how recently did this happen…” Morgana can only sigh when she notices Emmanellain deflate, eyes fixed on the ground. “It was recent… wasn’t it…” He nods only once. “... does anyone know…?” He shakes his head. “…not even Honoroit…” He shakes his head again, sorry sod looked like a scold child. “Where is he? Is not usually scuttling not far behind you.”She was greeted only with dead air that told her all she needed to know. Honoroit was likely told to stay put and await his return in some foolish attempt to look cool. Morgana wasn’t sure what was more agitating, the fact he thought this was a grand idea or Honoroit actually going along with it. “... Gods! Emmanellian-! … come on!” She gingerly loops an arm around his, guiding him to her shanty home. “I’m not well adept in healing magics but I know minor ones and I may have some balms to help with the pain. Clearly you’ve your reasons for not saying anything so I’ll be the first to tend to you… moron…” The insult comes out much softer than she intended, almost fond. For the moment, she can’t bring herself to lecture him. “Count your stars that it didn’t pierce a lung or some such and before you make some silly remark that oh how would you know- you would be dead!” She barks.

Emmanellain only listens quietly as she continues to prattle on about the dangers of walking around with an unattended broken rib. It struck him odd, she herself said she wasn’t so adept in the art of healing and there are only two types of persons who would be so knowledgeable in injuries… those who study medicinal arts, healing, human study etc- and those who have lived through the injuries. “... you… speak as if you’ve had a rib or two broken on you before!” He tries to mask his worry with a smile, as if he were making jest but the empty stare he was given by his friend made it evident how poor the attempt was.

“... how bold of a man who can hardly stand upright now to show concern for me…” She looks away briefly, as if contemplating her next words. “Tumble down the stairs- when I was still a Baudelaire. Was a clumsy child.” Her voice was strained like she had rehearsed the statement her entire life. It was the kind of reply that left no comfortable room for questions. “Had some… accidents. Such is the way. It’s all fine now.”

There was a part of him that was screaming, withering, crying over the burning desire to pry. Emmanellain may come across as a drunken gossip, but he knows more than tea time talk of local debauchery, petty rumors- the like, and for another he can hold his liquor. All of Ishgard knew Morgana’s birth mother was rather strict to put it kindly, rarely was the young child seen without her clutching her hand as if it were a leash. Everyone knew, yet could prove nothing of what they could only imagine was happening behind closed doors. In a fleeting moment, he wonders of her own scars. “Morgana.” He won’t press into the matter, he will patiently wait as a true gentleman would for her to open up. “Thank you. I am glad to have you here, to have you as a comrade.” The usual hint of mischief in his voice is absent, he speaks with such composure that it nearly shakes Morgana.

She can’t help but let out a breathy laugh. “You know… sometimes you can actually come across as cool and mature when you don’t try so hard.” Morgana immediately regrets saying as much. There’s already a dreadfully annoying grin on his face that were she a crueler person she would have flicked nose the moment it began to form.

“Really? Truly? You find me cool and mature!?” With his free hand, he swoops back his bangs, holding them for a moment as he tries to decide what kind of manly expression he wished to have.

Morgana groans loudly. “I did. For a moment… and now you ruined it.” She has to stifle another groan when he only whines in response. “Enough of your belly aching! You’re only going to agitate the pain more!”

“Alright, alright- by your leave, old girl!” He sighs, looking like a kicked pup. She mirrors a sigh but smiles nonetheless. He could be a handful sometimes, but she too was glad to have a comrade in him.

[scandisim]

The Seamless Collection

This collection is inspired primarily by that satiny buttery fabric Victoria's Secret used to use in the early to mid 2010's. I don't know if they still use it to this day, but I remember being obsessed with it when I was an au pair in Virginia in 2012. For this collection I wanted to create a variety of essentials for both females and males.

Notes:

BGC

A total of nine pieces - 2 bras, 4 panties, and 3 boxers/briefs

10 earthy neutral swatches

Default CAS replacements for each item, comes in white & black at the moment but let me know if you'd like any of the other colors as defaults as well.

Default replacements are compatible with WW, but defaults can be finicky. See previous post here for tips & tricks.

Not allowed for random

Custom thumbnails

Let me know if there are any issues! This was a big collection and I have gone over everything what feels like a million times, but my anxiety always tells me I must have missed something.

Download here (Patreon) Public access: 15/02/2025

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