#gri scribbles

[cgrian]

art trade with @heartsofallvoid !!!!!! ^⍜^b

ID 1: a digital drawing showing Grian laying on DocM77's chest while they both sleep under a blanket. On the right is a small doodle of them no longer cuddling, but holding hands on a bed with no blanket, captioned "too hot to cuddle..."

ID 2: four digitally drawn panels. The first shows Doc baring his teeth angrily, captioned "Season 6; Can't stand that Hippie, Grian!!!" The second shows Grian dressed as Mother Spore kissing Doc's forehead, captioned "Season 7; Goatfather (heart) Mother Spore 4 ever".

The third panel shows the same drawing of Doc baring his teeth, but this time he has horns, and it is captioned "Season 8; Can't stand that Pesky Bird, Grian!!!" The last panel is the same drawing of Doc again, captioned "Season 9; Can't stand that Buttercup, Grian!!!" End ID

[griba]

another guest etho for @daily-ethoslab (day 258) ^⍜^!!!!

ID: a doodle of EthosLab (MCYT) from the shoulders up. He is staring upwards with a thoughtful expression. On the left is a thought bubble coming from him, showing a gif of a rotating cheeseburger. End ID

[camiinoa]

Joker x Haru Twitter Log 4 (ft. Futaba) 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨🌸✏️

[Aka the big messy scribble scrabble log. From the thief x princess AU, grown up/married AU, silly shenanigans, and that gris swimsuit meme that goes wrong edjfncbjrfjb]

[bittersweetresilience]

sunny's year half year in review

because i am all about that self celebration 👏

achievements

🏅 joined a fandom 🏅 got married (🌖) 🏅 made friends (🏮🌺🌋🍜🍀🕊️🦌🧬💤🦎🦭☄️✍️🪨🪶🦚💝🎞️🪄🍞) 🏅 learned new things (📸🪡📑) 🏅 sunnyscrambles

creations

an ongoing amélie dissertation in sentitwin soulmate au. next chapter will be posted on new year's day and will feature art from @moonieratty!

félix and amélie webweaves. my favorites that i've made! all literature is from my graham de vanily reading lists.

ladynoir amv. so many episodes in this. my storage space...

multifandom webweave. the first one i made and still very important to me!

i entered a feverish haze after @nemaliwrites's remixes introduced me to a softer world and the result was Feelings.

my favorite fic i wrote this year. mind the trigger warnings.

recommendations

running in the shadow

i cannot describe how much this fic means to me. i left hundreds of messages during my liveread and i wept all through my comment and my reblog and still it's not nearly enough. it's one of my favorite gifts, one of my favorite fics, and one of my favorite works of art i've ever seen. thank you to @wackus-bonkus-maximus for being a role model, an inspiration, and my first fandom friend.

i love you (for senti-mental reasons)

as the head of the as time goes by pr team, i would be remiss not to recommend something from this series! félix in this universe makes me turn into dynamite. second recommendation is betcha on land (they understand). i'm a big fan of @redundant-lava, you see.

i know there's been pain this year (but it's time to let it go)

what's there not to like about @ninadove's sentitwins? her christmas fic blew me away. i love her creative costume designs, her references to classics and video games, and her accompanying fic art. honorable mentions to la nuit, tous les chats sont gris and everything i did (i did for you).

bon voyage

one of the original highlights of my summer. the dream sequence in chapter four blew my mind. the way this fic was planned to end drives me nuts in the best way.

bell the cat

the single most amazing fantasy au i've read. i'm regularly awed by how incredible it is, and awed by @heartfulselkie's writing, art, and person in general. if i learned how to bind books, this would be at the top of my list. i keep saying it because it's true.

thirteen

our monthly dosage of pain, exquisite backstory exploration, and gorgeous @anna-scribbles prose. i'm always a sucker for pre-canon and this is The fic for adrien pre-canon fans. christmas félix will make me explode.

a rose by any other name

i love everything @asukiess makes but shoutout to loveybug au for being such a fun and creative time for the lovesquare fandom. this fic also comes with the loveyvelours art of all time. the other day i started thinking about kuro neko unprompted. autumn is in my brain...

phoenix félix

this isn't a fic, but i'll never miss a chance to scream about art by @luckychatons. phoenix félix is immortalized in my discord profile picture. i'm blessed to receive secret félix doodles and catsona designs on the down low!

moonie

just scroll through their entire art account. everything they make is an eye feast, and they haven't even posted the half of it. my partner and creative inspiration. the moon to my sun. buy them a coffee for always supporting dead girls club.

[grismavessel]

Hey found your ao3 fics, I saw what you did with your username, here's a Decidueye Yukata for Gris. You should know why.

👀 *scribbles some notes down*

I’ll keep this design for later, just in case hehehe

o////o (hope you’re enjoying them so far)

[julsteele]

It's been forever, but I thought I'd revive this blog, so I have a place for my scribbles. Been inspired to revisit parts of my vampire story lately, so here are some relevant characters. Alex, Val, Jay and Gris. They're all in the same band.

[chromo-zone]

hermit hugs for some discord friends!! :D

ID 1: traditional fanart of Gemini Tay and Good Times With Scar hugging. They both smile in content.

ID 2: traditional fanart of DocM77 and Good Times With Scar hugging. An arrow pointing at Scar says, "still smells like Jellie's fur". Scar looks very cozy, but Doc appears tense, looking off to the side. End ID

[c-rowlesdraws]

women want her, sharks fear her

[calzone-on-the-roof]

I have to doodle while I listen to the podcast, so here's another page for episode 14!

[I.D. Several black and white digital sketches of characters from TAZ: Ethersea. At the top is written "Episode 14". Top left: Zoox, a brinar with coral for a head and a starfish for a face wearing a modified piece of armor. The armor has several scratches and holes. Top right: Amber, a chubby older woman with pointed ears and a braid, is wearing a vest with her arms extended. Far left: A more detailed drawing of Amber wearing a crop top and jogging pants. Center left: A close up of a seahorse. Center right: Zoox playing with multiple little seahorses. Far right: A drawing of Devo with a unicorn/narwhal horn, pointed fin-like ears, long locs in a messy bun, wearing a fancy suit. Bottom center: Devo, Zoox, and Amber standing side by side. Devo is fidgeting with his hands nervously, Zoox is waving his left hand, and Amber stands with her arms out threateningly. End I.D.]

[cgrian]

ID: digital colorless fanart of Mumbo Jumbo and Grian (MCYT) from the waist up (different pronouns will be used for Mumbo according to the poster's headcanons). They are hugging while kissing each other. Mumbo is holding Grian's waist and running her fingers through Grian's hair. Grian's wings flutter as he holds onto Mumbo's shoulders. End ID

[griba]

:•)

ID: 5 digital bust drawings of DocM77, EthosLab, Grian, GoodTimesWithScar, and GeminiTay. Doc has a friendly expression, Etho looks curious with an eyebrow raised, Grian is smiling wide while dressed as Ariana Griande, Scar has a smug smile while he leans his arm on an invisible surface in front of him, and Gem is smiling. They are against a dark gray background. End ID

[sysig]

The return of AtUS feels

[pomeixd]

This game made me cry multiple times >:"[

[punkylilwitch]

Poppets

What is a poppet?: A poppet is a doll used to aid a witch by representing a person to help channel spells to that person more easily. 

How are they made?: Poppets are created with carved root, grain or corn shafts, a fruit, paper, wax, a potato, clay, branches, or cloth stuffed with herbs. They are made with the intent that any actions performed on the doll will be transferred to the person attached

What makes them different from voodoo dolls?: Well, to understand this I need to talk about voodoo dolls a bit more, so let’s do that for a bit

What are voodoo dolls?: Technically, they are figures that utilize the magickal process known as gris-gris, and can be used as a religious object or a superstitious one depending on how the user treats it. 

“The voodoo doll is usually a small, soft doll representing a person, though the extent of physical detail may vary. This doll, lying alone on a table, is no different from any other type of doll. However, the sharp pins which accompany the doll make it a voodoo doll. The person handling the doll has complete control over the doll, and can push the pins into the entirety of its soft body, attaching strands of hair or the name of the subject to the doll. The concept rests on this body being the material incarnation of a person, although religious usage of the voodoo doll uses outside spirits.” - The Voodoo doll By brown.edu

What is gris-gris: A gris-gris' definition is nuanced-- it can either be the magical act or the object used for magic, or even both.

With all this in mind, poppets can represent any form of intent by its user, good or bad, whereas voodoo dolls are typically used for spiritual purposes. The main visual difference is that a voodoo doll will have pins in it, giving the user complete control over the doll and, ergo, the material person. 

What do I do with it?: Here’s some easy things to do with poppets all found from the website learnreligions.com on an article called “Using Magical Poppets and Dolls” written By Patti Wigington. **Please note that the front image shown in this website is of a voodoo doll, not a poppet, which is evident by the pins. 

1. To Get a Job You've Applied For

Material: satin, green or gold or silver

Herbs: clover, chamomile, ginger, cinnamon

Gemstones: snowflake obsidian or sodalite

Create a poppet to represent yourself. As you make it, focus on the positive attributes that you possess which will make you appealing to a potential employer. Another option is to create the poppet in the image of the employer (include business cards or letterhead inside, if you can get them) and tell the employer poppet why you're the best person for the job.

2. To Protect Your Family

Material: Modeling clay

Herbs: Basil, patchouli, coffee

Gemstones: Hematite, amethyst, black onyx.

Create poppets that represent each member of the family, blending herbs and stones into the clay. Put them in a safe place in your home, such as near your hearth, and utilize magical shielding or cast a circle of protection around them. This is actually a fun project you can get your kids involved in as well — let them each make their own poppet person!

3. To Heal a Sick Person

Material: White cotton or unbleached muslin

Herbs: Lemon balm, feverfew, ivy, and pine.

Gemstones: Bloodstone, turquoise

When you make this poppet, be sure to indicate what you are trying to heal, whether it's a case of tennis elbow, a chronic infection, or even a broken heart. Focus all of your energy on the ailment in question.

4. To Bring Love Into Your Life

Material: Red or pink silk or cotton

Herbs: Rose petals, parsley, and peppermint

Gemstones: Barite, jade, rose quartz

Make a poppet to represent the object of your affection — remember that in some magical traditions it is frowned upon to make a specific person the target of your working. If you are simply trying to attract love to yourself, but you don’t have a specific person in mind, focus on all the desirable qualities you want to see in a potential lover.

5. Silencing a Gossip

Material: Ground beef or other squishy meat

Herbs: Horseradish, pepper, rue, yarrow, valerian

Shape the meat and herbs into a person, and create a "meat puppet" in the same way you'd make a fabric one. As you make the doll, tell it that it's time to be silent, and tell no more gossipy stories. Remind it that people who can't say nice things shouldn't say anything at all. Dispose of the doll by either burning it on your grill and burying it someplace far away, feeding it to your dog, or leaving it out in the sun to rot.

6. Emergency Poppet on the Fly

Material: Aluminum foil

Perhaps something has come up in a hurry, and you feel it needs immediate magical attention. Use a piece of aluminum foil to whip together a quickie poppet — shape it into the figure of a person. Fill with any magical components that might be handy — bits of wood, dirt, grass, even a name scribbled on a piece of paper — and personalize the poppet.

Need additional poppetry ideas? Try making a magical gingerbread poppet, or put together a portable poppets kit to keep in your magical arsenal!

Image: https://www.patheos.com/blogs/keepingherkeys/2019/05/delete-5/

https://www.brown.edu/Departments/Joukowsky_Institute/courses/13things/7393.html

https://www.learnreligions.com/what-are-magical-poppets-4072783

https://www.sabbatbox.com/blogs/sabbat-box-blog/what-is-a-poppet-what-is-a-voodoo-doll - warning, this website gives voodoo dolls a bit of a bad rap... I recommend using the brown.edu website for a better look on voodoo because they are unbiased and purely educational (historically) in their nature. 

[contemplativepancakes]

perfect

1.2k Lambert/Keira fluff for @traumschwinge for the @merrywitchermas exchange!

Lambert clears his throat, shifting on his feet until Keira looks up at him standing in the doorway from where she’s scribbling something in her notebook.

Putting the book to the side, she asks, “Need something?”

“I just wanted to say...thanks.”

An amused expression flickers over her face. “A little late, but you’re welcome, Lambert. Not everyday someone saves your life instead of the other way around, hmm?”

Keira makes Lambert uncomfortable in a way he can’t articulate. She’s not into all the flashy shit the other sorceresses he knows are, and they’ve had some really great conversations about alchemy, and other things, since...everything. Lambert finds himself thinking of her more often than can be strictly decent, seeing something and thinking that she’d like it, mentally logging it to tell her about it later. Lambert’s perpetually off balanced, these days.

He resists the urge to clear his throat again. “You’ve been cooped up in here for a while,” he points out.

Keira raises her eyebrows. So?

“I need to gather some ingredients since my workshop got all burnt to hell,” he huffs. “I could use the company.”

“Can I see?” Keira asks, her eyes glinting as she tries to mask what looks like eagerness.

“What, the ingredients? I just invited you along.”

“No, your lab,” Keira says.

“It’s not a lab.” Lambert rubs the back of his neck self consciously. “It’s just my workshop.”

Keira hums, and Lambert’s annoyed that she sounds like she doesn’t believe him. Laboratories aren’t for people like him. They’re for people like Keira, maybe. “Fine,” he says. “You can see it, and then we’ll head out. Have to harvest the beggartick blossoms by moonlight so they’re more potent, anyway, so there’s plenty of time. Stupid moon’s behind a cloud right now. Just don’t expect too much.”

Keira gets up and trails after him as they walk along the cold corridors to his workshop. He can feel her presence behind him like a burning flame, emitting much more warmth than any of the lit scones along the walls.

Almost winded after they climb to the top of the spiral staircase that leads to his workshop, he leans against the wall, unable to help the way his eyes flick down to Keira’s lips before coming back up to her eyes. Luckily, she’s too busy peering into the room with its scorched walls to notice.

She wanders inside, her gaze darting from his distillation setup to the set of scales to the various surviving notes scattered on the walls. He’s not even sure how flames from the battle got all the way up here. He’s going to blame Merigold’s fire balls.

Keira’s hands hover over his notebooks that line one of the shelves, and he grunts his permission for her to flip through them. She does, her eyes moving fast enough over the pages that Lambert wonders if she’s actually reading anything at all.

Shifting uncomfortably at the scrutiny of his scratchy handwriting, Lambert clears his throat. “You’ve had a look. You ready to go?”

Keira gives one last longing look at the notebook before closing it and placing it back on the shelf.

As Lambert leads her out of his workshop and down the steps, Keira makes light conversation. “Your observations in your notebook were very interesting.”

Lambert’s hackles rise out of habit, before he deliberately loosens the tension in his shoulders. Keira’s not making fun of him. He makes himself give a curious grunt.

“I wouldn’t have thought to account for the rainfall in the area to calculate the water weight of the Balisse fruit,” she says appreciatively.

Lambert rubs the back of his neck. “It’s important when you need the soluble solids to be exact. I normally just dry them completely out and add back the water I need. Sometimes it doesn’t really matter.”

Keira wears a thoughtful expression, humming. “I think that could solve one of the problems I’ve been having in my new salve. I’ll have to give it a try. Thank you, Lambert.” She gives him a genuine grin, and Lambert’s not sure how to react; no one looks at him like that.

The urge comes over him to take Keira’s hand as they walk outside, but he resists, settling for stealing glances at her when she’s not looking. She’s pretty, like all of the sorceresses, but there’s something about Keira that’s different from them. He doesn’t get this warm feeling in his chest when he looks at any of them.

They walk towards the lake in silence, Lambert on alert for any drowners or foglets. He hates coming down here at night, but he’s glad Keira’s there. He doesn’t feel as on edge as he normally does with the bright glow coming from Keira’s palm to light the way.

They come to a stop at the edge of the lake, at the spot where Lambert often sets up an easel.

“I like to come here and paint,” Lambert says, wanting Keira to know, for some inexplicable reason.

She looks at him with a grin playing around her lips. “You paint?”

“Well, I’m not very good. But yeah.”

Keira steps back so their shoulders are brushing, Lambert hypersensitive of the heat of her arm next to his. “This is a beautiful spot,” she says, looking out over the lake.

Lambert lets the moment settle in for a minute, standing in silence with their arms barely brushing before he clears his throat. “Come on, there’s a patch of beggartick this way.”

Keira trails him closely as he looks for the flowers he needs. “There’s one,” Keira points, and a tiny grateful grin spreads to his lips.

Bending over to pick a blossom, Lambert feels the cool night air prick the back of his neck. When he looks up, Keira is staring at him, and a warm blush rises to his cheeks. “Good view?” he asks.

Keira gives him a wicked grin and an approving smile, coming closer and wrapping an arm around Lambert’s waist. He’s embarrassed to admit it makes him the tiniest bit breathless. It’s the first time someone’s touched him like this since…since before, but Lambert finds his body leaning in against hers, appreciating the softness of her chest against his.

Putting a hand on the back of Keira’s neck, Lambert raises an eyebrow, leaving it up to her if she wants to take this farther or not.

They meet with a tentative press of lips, exchanging a kiss, then two, then three, before Lambert pulls back.

Keira pulls him back in immediately, and Lambert goes willingly, burying his hand into her soft hair. He can hear Keira chastising him later for messing it up, but it’s worth it.

She takes his bottom lip between hers, making Lambert open his mouth automatically a small bit. They kiss with open mouths for a few seconds before Keira prods her tongue inside, meeting Lambert’s. She runs her tongue lightly against the roof of his mouth, and Lambert sucks on her tongue as she pulls back.

Keira smooths a thumb over his cheek, and Lambert bites his lip at being treated so gently.

“Okay?” Keira asks.

“Are you?”

“I’m perfect,” she grins.

Lambert threads their fingers together and squeezes in silent agreement.

[giggly-squiggily]

Can you do Lee Leopold and Lers Fuegoleon and Mereoleona? Like they be cheering their little brother up🤧

*squees with glee to write for Leopold* I've gotcha anon! This is gonna be a blast!

This takes place somepoint after Chapter 172/Episode 98 of the series! It doesn't have any major spoilers, but I'm gonna put that out there just in case!

“GET OVER HERE YOU LITTLE-”

Fuegoleon started at the roar, a string of curses muffled by the sound of his door being slammed open. “HIDE ME!” Leopold yelped, rushing over and diving under the desk.

Seconds later Mereoleona stormed in, face masked with what seemed like rage as she searched for the youngest Vermillion. “Where’s that kid? Leo! I know you're in here!”

“What did he do, exactly?” Fuegoleon tilted his head curiously as his sister searched the room, looking behind curtains and checking the cabinets that held their books. When she met his gaze, he realized there wasn’t any real malice in them, but rather…mischief.

“Leo’s been moody lately. I think he’s still upset about his newest spell not working out.” She grinned. “I was about to remind him of how Vermillions handle such matters, but then he ran! Now he’s really asking for it.” She turned to her younger brother, a knowing look crossing her features. “Speaking off…you wouldn’t happen to know where the cub went, would you?”

Fuegoleon considered his options. He knew he should do the right thing and lie- tell Mereoleona Leopold had ran off towards the gardens or something like that.

But…she also made a good point. Leopold had been rather down as of late. It pained him to see his brother this way…

“I don’t know where he is.” Fuegoleon made his decision. “He might have ran off somewhere else. I hadn’t seen him come in.” As he spoke, he darted his eyes down to his desk, winking at the other. Mereoleona grinned. “Check the gardens- he might have gone there.”

There was the sound of footsteps, the door opening and shutting. Leopold poked his head out, looking around. “Is she gone?” He crawled out of his hiding spot, standing up. “Thanks, Fuegoleon. Mereoleona can be rather scar-EHHHHH!”

The shriek he let out rattled the room as Mereoleona grabbed his sides from behind, squeezing away. “Scary huh? I’ll show you scary, you little brat!”

Leopold could barely speak, bright happy laughter bouncing from his lips as he squirmed in his sister’s grasp, pushing at her deadly grip. “Ahehahahahahahahha! Whahahahhahait! Yohoohohohou trihihihihicked mehehehehhehe!” He cackled in betrayal, trying to glare at his brother. “Apologies, Leo. But you do need some cheering up.” Fuegoleon smiled kindly, reaching out and giving the other a few friendly pokes to the belly, making his brother squeak between laughs. “You have been quite depressed as of late.”

“And moody! You’ve got too much sass for my liking lately!” Mereoleona moved up to his armpits, scribbling away and making Leopold squeal. “Not so gentle reminder that I’m still your captain! Don’t forget it!”

“Yhohoohohohohohohur ahahahahhahahhalso a behehehahahahhhast! AHEhehehheahahha I’m sahhahahhaharry nohohohohoohoohoho!” Leopold jolted when she dropped her hands to his ribs, digging in with fresh determination. “A beast huh? Can you believe him, Fuego?”

“I certainly cannot! The audacity!” Fuegoleon snickered to himself, reaching out and gently clasping Leopold’s hands pulling them up and out of the way. “I’ve got him! Get him!”

“Trahahhahahhahahahahaitoohoohhoohors!” Leopold cried, cheeks flushing an adorable shade of red as he wriggled about, trying desperately to escape his siblings' hold on him. No matter which way he turned, their tickly fingers found his worst spots, bringing out the sweetest giggles and laughs.

“Ahehahhahahhahaha! Oohohoohokay! Ohohohohohkay! I'm not sahahahhahd ahahahhahahnymore! Sthahahahahahhap!” Leopold cried after some time, his limit within reach. Seeing this, Mereoleona let him go, steadying him when he began to sway. “Careful now…” After making sure he was fine, she grinned cheekily. “Feeling better, little lion?”

Leopold gasped for breath, residue giggles tumbling out of his lips with each exhale. “Ehehehe…hehehee…hehe…” He looked up at his siblings, mulling over the question. “Feheheheel better?” He blinked. “Yohohu know…yeah. I do.” He huffed out a laugh, the sound suddenly growing soft with dismay. “You were right…about the spell not working out. I’ve been trying for days and it’s still not coming together. I guess…seeing how incredible you two are- I wanted to get there faster. It’s been leaving me rather down lately…I’m sorry.”

“Knew it.” Mereoleona rolled her eyes with affection as she pulled the younger boy over, squeezing him. “You’re still growing, Leo. We didn’t become what we are now overnight- it’s taken years and tons of practice to reach it.” She ruffled his hair, making him duck away with a laugh. “Don’t worry about the pace you're at- you’re doing fine.”

“Mereo’s right, Leo.” Fuegoleon agreed, gently taking his brother’s hand and squeezed gently. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’ve improved tremendously since I’ve been, erm…out of commission.” He offered, earning a snort from his sister. “As she said, you're growing at a good rate. Don’t worry- just keep doing what you're doing now. Know that we’re proud to have you as our brother.”

Leopold raised his chin, blinking rapidly at the words of affirmation they gave him. “T-Thank you. I will.”

He would continue to make them proud. He promised himself that.

I hope this was good!