#qifrey i want to be u

[achillvs]

i knew i shouldnt have started witch hat atelier bc now i cannot bear not being clothed like a queer whimsigoth witch

[proselles]

a white haired guy is childhood friends with a dark haired guy who is more righteous and kind than him and the dark-haired guy teaches the white haired guy the meaning of doing the right thing and being nice to others (not killing them) before he goes off somewhere the white-haired guy can’t protect him and subsequently becomes a murderous villain with the goal of creating a perfect world (in part for the white-haired guy), rejecting the very morals that he taught the white-haired guy to embrace.

they reconcile right when the dark haired guy is about to die (the white haired guy is told to do it and has a large part in it). there’s also magical eye fuckery and a very big and significant identity reveal about the living status of the black haired guy that devastates the white-haired guy. they are also forced to kill each other. there is also struggle with identity and loyalty and following rules you dont agree with for the sake of the greater good.

now: kakaobi or satosugu???

[lunarharp]

random stuff dump =___=

[bronanlynch]

oh yeah also. finally got around to reading witch hat atelier and hi hello I cannot believe that no one told me that there was yuri in there?? rip agott witchhatatelier you would love the concept of butch lesbians

[petrichorium]

so I think I got to that absolutely devastating thing in witch hat last night—that hurt :,)👍 literally was not expecting qifrey to wipe oru’s memory after everything the story seemed to be building up for between this hurdle for them

like….that was such an important moment for them. Oru had been so willing to help him despite qifrey become so insanely fixated on stopping the brimmed hats and….qifrey made the decision that he’d rather oru remember him as the qifrey he’s familiar with than whatever he’s become now. put me down like an old dog—that HURT

AGOKNEEEEEEEEEEEE

[gyaruojo]

call qifrey ugly all u want. i encourage it actually. but olruggio ? absolutely not. i will not stand for such blasphemy. qifrey is like a (perpetually) wet cat. olruggio is the most beautiful girl i have ever seen.

[heazueken]

Your Protector

*ೃ༄ summary: after the incident of the river rescue arc, qifrey meets up with an old friend who had almost gone through with the erasure of coco's memories

warning(s): we dont really have warnings today! there is angst, some fluff, mutual pining, and kissing :)

pairing(s): qifrey/aster(oc)

w/c; 4.5k

a/n: this is my first wha fic ^-^ i hope u guys like this! i made an oc with a friend of mine who's one of the knights moralis, their name is aster and they are nonbinary and completely in love with qifrey. they have known each other since they were children, both having ties with the brimmed hats

Aster stood on loose cobblestones of an abandoned city, ruined a century ago by the Brimmed Hats. It’s once strong, unmovable foundation now crumbling with roots sprouting up in the wake of the concrete cracks. Aster was just a child when the news of the city that had seemed to turn upside down in just minutes reached the Great Hall and a bustle and storm took shape as people scurried and rushed past to reach the crumbling village.

Remnants of a home sat below Aster’s feet, broken sigils of light that were written in the underside of the stones now broken and turned over to reveal the magic that was now gone. Their thoughts lingered on what once was, what the town may have looked like when it was bustling with people and merchants alike. 

A broken well seen past a crumbling threshold of what was once a door to a home. Aster’s booted foot knocks a few stones around, their eyes trailing over the roots that grew aimlessly like a virus throughout the ground. Long gone was that water source, looking down it only revealed a black abyss that didn’t seem to end, the rope still hanging over the edge disappeared into the darkness along with any signs of water that still flowed. 

What were once homes were now fallen walls and inside rotten wooden chairs, cabinets on walls that used to hold food only displayed piles of dust and rubble. Many more plants have sprung since last Aster came to this place. When was the last time? Surely it couldn’t have been that long ago, right?

No…no it was years since they last stepped foot on these rotten streets and bore witness to the iniquity of the Brimmed Caps. That means it had been years since they had seen…

Aster grips their hooded cloak, pacing back and forth across the crooked ground and mumbling to themself. 

How could he take in that girl? Does he realize the risk he’s putting on her? Does he realize the risk he’s placing upon himself? 

Their thoughts ran wild as unease planted itself into their gut and churched their stomach like a sickness. It was wrong, what Qifrey was doing, they both know that. Aster only lowered their staffed banner because he had been there to defend that novice— no, she had a name, Aster was not one to see novices as non-magic users, they could still see people as people despite the differences in their way of life. 

Coco, her name was Coco, and Qifrey had stood between her and Aster moments before they were going to rewrite her memories (or erase them, however you wanted to look at it.) 

Aster had to admit that they were caught off guard. Not only by the fact that the revelation of this girl—Coco was the apprentice to Qifrey, but the fact that they had gotten to look upon the beauty of his face once more. Despite the rage and what could only be interpreted as disappointment that flashed across Qifrey’s face, Aster had been happy to see him. 

Their composure cracking at the surface and revealing that soft, tender look that was reserved for Qifrey and Qifrey alone. He had always been their weakness, able to break through that stone cold exterior and find himself within those walls, exposing himself to tenderness that Aster could only offer to him, the love they carried for him wrapping around him in an embrace that they once were able to do freely when they still lived under the water of the Great Hall together and Qifrey was still just an apprentice.

There was the clicking of boots, the sound of gravel raking beneath feet and Aster is turning towards it. 

He had called him here after their encounter with the students, finding a way to slip the note to him to meet him at their usual spot. They had met here so many times before, especially as children when Qifrey had regained his strength after his attack with the Brimmed Hats. 

Here he was again, standing before him, his witches clothing half off and tucked into the belt that snugged around his waist. He wore that same black turtle neck he always had, his hands close to chest as he maneuvered across the broken path that led to Aster. 

They turned to him, eyes widening and the heart in their chest started to beat rapidly; his skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, his white hair illuminating behind the glitter of the full moon and he raises his chin to meet their gaze and they both stand still for a moment, taking each other in. He was so beautiful, not that Aster thought he wasn’t before it was just— well, they know of his condition, his eyesight eroding away much like the cobblestones they walk upon now. 

They were just thankful to see Qifrey still full of life despite the despair he’s gone through.

“You came,” Aster breathes, not believing he would come after their altercation and the malice that hung in Qifrey’s gaze. He stares back at them, lowering a hand at his side and balling it into a fist before sighing and looking away from them. 

“Of course I did. You know I always do.” He sounds defeated, like this was some sort bet he lost with himself. He can’t seem to meet his old friend’s gaze for a moment. Aster takes a careful step forward. 

He’s vulnerable, alert, on guard. Of course he would be, they were going to wipe his apprentice's memory and be rid of her back to her home village. Of course he’d take a step backward in an attempt to lengthen the space between them. He finally whips his head up to stare into their eyes, eyebrows pinched together in frustration.

“Why, though? Why did you call me here?” 

Aster raises a hand, their palm facing Qifrey as if he was some scared cornered animal and they just needed to ease its nerves before attempting to approach again. 

“I’ve missed you, my love.” 

The pet name has him wincing and staring back down at the busted path, both hands now in fists.

“You can’t…call me that right now…please.” His voice cracks, broken and sounding like he was about to tear at the seams. He wraps his arms around himself, leaning back against one of the brick walls. 

“I can’t bear it right now, Aster…” They lower their hand, their heart twisting in pain at the rejection but they can’t exactly blame him… it’s been so long since they’ve seen each other and they just had his student wrapped around their banner just hours ago.

“Just tell me what you want to say so I can go back to my atelier.” Aster pulls away then and takes a step backward, the pain lingering in their chest and rising up their throat. Their facial expression twisted and their mouth turned down into a deep frown, eyes lowering and hands fidgeting with a loose strand hanging off their cloak.

“I want to apologize to you…for what happened back there. I was just—“

“Doing your job, I know, Aster.” Qifrey scoffs and rests his index finger and thumb over his forehead, swiping his hair to the side to barely reveal the side of his face he was so well at concealing. 

“You Knights Moralis have been a thorn in my side as of recently…” He raises his gaze past Aster to stare at the stars in the blue horizon, the moon shining and glimmering above them.

 “Easthies especially…damn him,” He exclaims, kicking a rock over the cobblestone and watching it tumble down a short stack of steps. Aster stands there unmoving, their expression changing to their cold, stoic, emotionless look at the mention of their superior. They swallow their apology and press a hand into their chest.

“That is my deputy captain you speak ill on, Qifrey. I must ask you to refrain from any topics regarding him.” Their voice was firm, their figure taking its natural stance as if they were on duty. 

Their shoulders straightened, chin raised just slightly and arms folded behind themselves. They glance down at Qifrey who gives Aster a deathly glare past his monocle, that malice ever present in those pretty blue eyes. They falter slightly, losing composure so easily with him staring like that.

That Qifrey seems to hold you back, Aster. 

Those words…spoken years ago by Eathies when Aster was still just a young knight in training. It seemed so long ago, that burning feeling of desire that made their ears ring and their heart flutter at the mere sight of Qifrey sent them into a drunken stupor— And still those same feelings burned even brighter under that stone surface they built to keep others out. 

Still, Qifrey had the power to tear it down without even realizing it, pushing aside brick by brick despite their resentment towards Aster.

He never approved of Aster being a Knight Moralis. 

Ever since they were children and they had been swept away by Vinnana and was taken under her wing after they were almost enraptured into joining the Brimmed Caps by their own parents, Qifrey was open to state his discomfort on the topic. 

“They’re stick ups…” He said in a snotty tone, kicking his feet back and forth.

“Yeah…but…they protect us and others…They keep the forbidden away.” Aster thinks of their mother, reaching out with a hand tattooed with inky sigils, grabbing them by the collar. 

The tassels on her mask tickle their skin when they try to pull away, tears in their eyes. The pleading to be let go, the cracking tone of their mother begging them to join her, to join their father, to join them. The

 fear that had Aster frozen in place, unable to pull away. They think about when Vinnana raised her staff and struck it into the ground between the two of them, the banner wrapping around Aster and pulling them away before their mother was shoved back by another Knight. 

Aster thinks about the fact that was the last time they had seen their mother. 

“I just want to protect people…I want to give people the protection my mother couldn’t be given.” The words tumbled out of their mouth so easily around Qifrey. Even with their differences they knew they could trust one another. 

It’s why Aster had been the only one to see the mangled scar tissue of Qifrey’s missing eye. Why they were the only person to press the pad of their finger over it and caress it in a way that had the boy in front of them tearing up.

“And I just want to know what happened to me…no one tells me anything…” The anger for the Brimmed Hats drove Qifrey’s rage into a determination and mission to find his memories and his right eye. 

His anger only drove Aster to aspire to be strong for him— for the both of them in hopes that they could shield Qifrey from the horrors that he could uncover. It’s why they ultimately chose to climb the ranks as a Knight.

“You would defend the person that called for my apprentice’s memories to be wiped? To take away the memory of her mother?” Qifrey’s voice broke through Aster’s thoughts and snapped them back to reality. His voice strained in a gust of wind that sent their cloaks flapping in the air, Aster’s hood lowering down by the shear force of the air. They stood their ground, lips parting to object but the words couldn’t seem to come out.

We are doing what we have to! It’s not my choice! 

It was their choice, though, wasn’t it? 

Rules had been set in place, pacts and oaths between witches had been made for circumstances such as this. But still, it was their choice to uphold those rules. Aster was never good at holding onto those rules when it required to work against the one they care for the most. They sigh in defeat, taking a few steps towards Qifrey's stiffened frame, towering above him that would intimidate everyone else except him. He looks up into Aster’s eyes, expecting to see their usual cold stare only to find a softness in the roundness of their eyes, pupils dilating the moment their gaze met and Qifrey’s expression falters at the tenderness staring back at him.

“I’m sorry…I truly am. Had I known from the beginning that she was your student I wouldn’t have done such a thing.” The witch in front of him tensed his shoulders. How could they say such a thing?

“So you’re saying had it been another witches student you wouldn’t have had pity on the poor girl?” 

Aster’s eyes pierced through the glasses framed across the bridge of his nose. 

“I said no such thing, Qifrey. You think that lowly of me?”

“I wouldn’t expect anything else from a Knights Moralis.” The words stabbed into their chest like shards of ice and their expression became somber again, but that softness never left in the color of their eyes. They opened their arms towards their love, taking another cautious step forward.

“You have my trust, Qifrey. You have my heart, you have all of me. Even with our differences I know there’s that part of you that still feels for me the same way I do for you. You have my word on protecting that child, I wouldn’t lay a finger on her.”

The white haired witch flutters his eyes to look past Aster again as if weighing his options of what to say next. His voice slightly trembling. “You swear? Even if Vinnana called for her memory to be wiped?”

 How could he ask such an impossible task of them? Aster’s hands close in around Qifrey and their large hands loosely wrap around either arm.

“You know that’s cruel to ask of me…if it was to protect—“

“Then forget it. Let go of me.”

 He snags his arms away, side stepping away from Aster. 

He was a fool to come here, he should have stayed at home and watched over the girls with Olruggio. He turns on his heel to walk back to his windowway when Aster is reaching and grappling to his wrist in a grip that has his teeth gritting. He turns his head to look over his shoulder, glaring at the knight behind him. 

Shock and fear flickered across their eyes and they quickly let go, disgusted by their own strength.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry I— I just worry for you, love.”

“I said to not call me that,” His throat tightens at the name, he shuts his eye to compose himself. “Please, I told you—“

“I’m sorry again, then. Please, Qifrey…you can’t blame me for being worried. I know about the girl,” Aster moves closer, cornering Qifrey inside one of the ruined buildings. “I know her encounter with a Brimmed Hat…you understand why I’m worried, then.” 

He can’t seem to meet Aster’s eyes anymore, finding his attention to be drawn to the greenery growing at their feet through the cracks of what once was someone’s home. His chin trembles and falls against his chest, he balls his hands to fists. He knew what they were getting at, they didn’t need to say it directly. She was his ticket to finding more about his past, she was his way to get answers he had been striving to find for so long.

“Qifrey, you need to be careful. If you were to drive her closer to the Brimmed Hats just to find what you’re looking for then—“

“I wouldn’t do that to Coco! How dare you accuse me of using her for my own gain!” His voice strains as he shouts and it shocks Aster so much they lean away to watch the way his shoulders began to shake and his body seems to grow distant. “How dare you…”

“Qifrey…I  just…I know how you can get. Especially about them. I’m not trying to insinuate that you would put Coco in harms way…I’m just scared that she’d get caught up in something that you were trying to seek out…” Their other hand gently pries Qifrey’s hand out of its fist to weave their fingers together and Aster is shocked that he doesn’t pull away. 

“I worry that you finding your answer will result in a great pain, or worse— it will cost you your life and Coco’s.” His grip squeezes Aster’s fingers before he’s ripping them out of their grasp and his piercing blue eyes shoot daggers into theirs.

“I would never risk Coco’s life to find my memories. You know that! She’s just….she’s….” 

He has trouble finding the words now.

What was she to him? A student of course, that was first and foremost…right?

 No, no, Qifrey knew that her experience with that Brimmed Hat that fateful evening piqued his interest and when her mother was caught in a spell, well, he had to take her in then. He had been waiting for years for a lead on the evil group of witches! It was only natural he’d find some sort of loophole to keep her around, train her to be a witch all the while getting closer and closer to finding the man who took everything from Qifrey. 

But was he willing to risk Coco’s life? Simply not…no…she…she….

“She means a great deal to me…more than just a means to an end. She’s more than just a way for me to find the witch who took away my past…my…” He touches his fingertips to the strands of hair that hide part of his face and he fixes his glasses, pushes them back up the bridge of his nose and clears his throat. 

His composure haS been skewing and Aster feels his fingers tighten their grip on their hand. 

“Coco is a promising young witch who deserves a better teacher than I…But I am in full responsibility of her now. She’s a bright girl, very clever, and a hard worker at that.” 

He found his voice softening, the image of her hunched over her desk tirelessly drawing different sigils and staining her fingers with the ink pops into his mind. Turning her head, a huge smile on her face and lifting up the paper to show her teacher a new perfected spell. Master look! An almost perfect circle! I think I’m getting better at this! 

He found himself smiling then.

“She just wants to save her mother…I won’t involve her with my business. But she has helped me get closer to them. And I don’t intend on letting them go.” When he raises his eyes back to Aster, that soft look is replaced by contempt yet again and he glares at them, expecting another insult to his character.

They place a hand on the wall, caging Qifrey within their large frame and leans close, too close. 

“You are stubborn and dive head first, Qifrey…you are so quick to put yourself in danger. I understand she means a lot to you but you can’t lie to me…I know how much this means to you, finding your memories and eye.”

“So you think I would then endanger my own student?! Has it been so long since we’ve seen each other that you have no idea who I am anymore?!” 

  Aster’s lips part as another apology hung between them but it felt disingenuous to say it again.

 I can’t say the right thing. No matter how I say it he spins it around and throws it back at me…What can I do?

He tries to shy away, begins to duck his head underneath Aster’s arm to escape but they are grabbing Qifrey and pulling him towards them before he can object. 

Aster wraps their arms around him so his face presses into their chest. He immediately places his palms on their chest, prepared to push away again before he feels the beating of Aster’s heart racing, its thumps deafening his thoughts. 

They were just worried, it was as simple as that. 

Qifrey knows how much he means to Aster (it’s not like they were very good at hiding it or even tried to). They never meant to harm his pride, plant doubt within himself and his capabilities as a teacher or caretaker of his apprentices. 

No, Aster was just trying to look out for him, even if they couldn’t find the right words he knew better than to think that they would have any judgment towards the witch missing one eye. Qifrey had almost forgotten how much Aster meant to him. 

He slides the palm of his hands across their torso, feeling the softness of their clothes as the pads of his fingers travel across their waist, then they lower and push forward to place his hands comfortably on the small of their back. He turns his head so the bad side of his face squishes into their chest and his eye flutters shut to listen to their beating heart.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re only doing what is right. I know you have my best interest in mind…I said harsh things to you and I was wrong and cruel…I’m sorry, Aster.” 

They stand still like that, the cold wind whistling through the broken glass windowpane, the trees leaves rustle it’s song and a silence falls over them both before Aster is tightly hugging Qifrey and presses a firm kiss to the top of his head. 

“Don’t apologize…I just— You know me…I worry for you because I lo—“

“I know, Aster. I do too.” His voice muffles into the fabric of their shirt and he rubs his forehead across the skin that’s exposed above the collar of their loose shirt. The skin-to-skin makes them both react, that fire lighting beneath the surface of their skin. It had been so long since they had hugged like this.

“I promise…I promise to do what I can and use any ability I have to keep Coco safe. For you.” They pause for a moment, lips parting to continue. “And for her.”

Qifrey hugs them tighter, his hand wrapping around his own wrist to decrease the space between them. 

“Thank you…I know that’s difficult for you…truly, thank you.” 

Aster is placing a comforting hand over the soft tufts of hair, flat and messy from his witch cap head, and gently cards their fingers through the white strands. They had almost forgotten the feeling, this feeling of having Qifrey in their arms. Holding them tightly like there was a possibility that they would pull away, but Aster would never– could never turn from their love like that.

They duck their chin to place another kiss on the top of his head, their lips stay in place and they let their eyes flutter shut in the consolation of it all. Aster’s voice rumbles through Qifrey’s skull so it’s all he hears, all he feels, all he wants.

“Can I kiss you now…please?”

As always, Qifrey obliges. 

How could he resist when Aster held him so gently and with such care? How could he refuse an invitation that he knew could only bring him joy in the taste of someone so sweet? He simply couldn’t resist Aster— he decided that years ago.

The witch looks up then, his bangs have fallen out of place and his specs still obscure his friend's vision from being able to see that side of his face. There’s a smile that they share between them, cheeks blushing red and hands squeezing each other tighter before Qifrey hums his consent and nods his head once.

It had been so long. Aster almost forgot what it was like to feel the plush of Qifrey’s lips, to feel their lover’s breath on their skin before they pressed together. 

The world seems dim without Qifrey in it, despite the magical world Aster shares with their peers, nothing could compare to the colors and fluttering feelings Qifrey was able to bestow upon them whenever they were together. This kiss only fueled this undenying fact.

It was like something had ignited when their lips met, like completing the final sigil to awaken a spell, coming full circle to experience the color that seeps from their lips like firelights, reaching above them to the stars. 

Warmth spreads between them both, Aster’s skin grows hot when Qifrey parts his lips to take a sharp intake of breath and grasp onto their cloak to pull them impossibly closer. The hearts in their chests beat as one when Aster cups their lovers cheek and tilts his head back slightly to deepen the kiss.

A sound escapes the witch, something desperate and close to a whine, or a plea. Aster chases that sound with their mouth, opening wider to invite more sounds to travel into them and swipes their tongue into his pliant mouth, tasting the wicked spell that coats the inside of Qifrey’s mouth and makes their brain go fuzzy with desire. 

They could do this all night, all day, for years if they could. 

“Aster…”

His voice is quiet, distant in the knight's ears when they plant a few kisses on his bottom lip and move to the corner of his mouth.

Their hand grips the curve of the back of Qifrey’s neck and the other snakes its way to his waist where Aster’s hand almost envelopes the entire expanse of his torso. 

He’s pressed into one of the cobblestone walls, legs being forced apart by his friend’s thigh, sneaking between them to pin him.

“Aster..!” Qifrey calls out louder, his voice halts and breaks into a whimper when the love sick knight kisses across the sharp jawline, following the path to his ear when they firmly plant one more kiss where they know is one of his many sweet spots.

It takes another call of their name before they’re pulling away and looking down at Qifrey with half lidded eyes.

“Hm?” 

The flush cheeks, the pink, swollen parted lips, the crooked spectacles that are balancing for dear life on the bridge of Qifrey’s nose is enough for Aster to lose control and elicit more moans and pleasurable sounds from the man’s mouth, but the deep remorse and despondency settling in his blue eyes is enough for them to bow their head.

“I apologize…I just…”

“I know. It’s been too long.” 

A pause. What else is there to say? 

“I need to get back before Olruggio worries and the girls notice.”

It’s cold when they separate, the wind traveling back between their bodies rather than around them like it had been just a second ago. Aster reaches a tender out to fix the collar of Qifrey’s cloak, making sure it’s secure, fixing the glasses on his nose, ruffling his hair back in place.

“I apologize for taking up so much of your time. I just wanted to see you.”

More sad smiles share between them and Qifrey barely looks at them.

“Don’t apologize. I wanted to see you too. I missed you, Aster.”

Their chest caves in and they fight back tears as they nod.

“I missed you too…I hope to see you soon again.”

Qifrey takes tentative steps back where he came from, giving Aster a small bow before rounding the corner, leaving them in the ruins of this forgotten city.

[lorddarkkitty]

Leaving off from volume 2 the girls are at the top of the river after saving someone and these knights come and apprehends them. Saying that one of them for formed very dangerous magic that change the landscape. And about to erase their memory.

So Richeh flys into this knights arm and Tetia destroys the thing that keeping Agott and Coco tied up.

Tetia express that it isn’t right for them to not listen to what Coco and Agott have to say and Richeh express she hates adults that treat children like things instead of humans. And I’m absolutely living for it cause she is so right. They are human and should be treated as such. Quifrey also shows up behind the knight who name is Easthies and I hate him. Cause he comes off, how do I say super strict? but that doesn’t fit. But he was gonna act first ask questions later type. Like he talks about justice but was about to erase the mind of two INNOCENT GIRLS. And he insults master Quifrey. Any way the other adult that was with Quifrey (I might have to make a list of their names for reference cause I can’t remember atm lol) so the other dude like “uhh hey are y’all gonna stand around and argue or are y’all gonna help cause that’s the whole point of being a witch is to bring blessings to ppl without magic” basically that’s not a quote of what he actually said. So after the ppl been tended to Easthies questions Coco. Using ink and draws the sigil she used to turn the stone to sand. Basic. So Easthies examines Coco’s hands cause the “brimmed caps” would put sigil on their bodies for power ups. WHY WOULD COCO DO THIS IDK. I doubt she even knew you could put sigils on the body. But he finds nothing but an apprentice learning how to draw spells. And they leave. Good get gone Easthies you asshat of a witch. I don’t like him.

After that Quifrey tells the girls that they shouldn’t have used magic so dangerously close to non witches cause it could expose them and then they would have to erase peoples mind which is very delicate so they don’t want to do that. But also expressed that Agott should take the second test. He a good teacher … still have my suspicions tho lol.

It changed to Easthies and the knights flying through the air showing the destruction Coco spell has done and expressing that there will be a proper investigation cause he doesn’t trust that Coco didn’t do it even tho she 10 and just learning and that her spell shouldn’t be that strong. So some confusion there lol.

Then it goes back to Quifrey and the apprentices along with the other dude I don’t know his name, Oleruggio is it lol. They make a brigade of sand but before they leave Quifrey picks up Cocos hat and her ink bottle falls out. So he giving her a light scolding cause non witches can’t see that. And Coco expresses that she been using it but it still has fall as ever and Quifrey seems to figure out why Coco spell was so strong. We find out that t that the brimmed cap that gave coco the spell book, switched out her ink with blood. Which is gross and unsanitary and that’s how you get hepatitis C. I really want to know their plans for Coco cause what are u up to???

Anyway Qifrey has to take Coco back to Kalhn "b/c he forgot to buy cod a wand" when really he going to talk to nolnoa about the ink. Tartah brings Coco to this room filled with different powders all in a specific order (Cause we learn he has something called Silverfish Syndrome) Coco was getting excited about everything but then a big flash of light happens and lots of the shelves and jars get knocked down and over. the labels fell off so his grandfather is going to have to fix it. Sucks that this isn't a way to help ppl with this type of color blind condition. Qifrey also did something that he even says it shouldn't be done but erasing someone's mind. shame! shame! He looking for something idk what his goals are but that one eye hat witch find out and kinda takes back the ink.

Gonna fast-forward cause they learning and stuff at some point Coco gets a fever and collapses and needed to head to the hospital where Tartah happened to run into them. he had to return there cause he forgot his hat so he couldn't get on a boat to get home. a fire broke out somewhere and of course Qifrey and others witches help out. Tartah hat was in the room Coco's in. He tried finding someone to help but couldn't find anyone and he wants to help coco but there aren't any labels cause he knows what he can give her. as he goes to give her water he gets a jimmy neutron brain blast with the water holder? thingy?. he separates solids and liquids and is looking for the one the turns into a powder and he got down to three. and he starts to get upset and about to give up. My favorite part is that Coco tells him that That is what magic is for. "To turns things you can't do into things you can do!" Coco tries to draw a spell to help him but she obviously sick and gets embarrassed. However, the spell is good just needs some fine tuning basically. which Tartah suggests putting some symbols in certain places and he draw the sigil allowing him to see the original form of the powders helping him identify the herb he needed. only for a nurse to come see what he was doing in the room filled with medicines wondering why he was there. but that tranquileaf I think it was called was correct. I loved that Coco did her sickly best to help Tartah. Cause really what's the point if you can't make someone's life easy.

Also we see another character be introduced that is an embodiment of forbidden magic ....and it cause a cap and a hat ...with not visible person there..A GHOST LOL

[yume-fanfare]

was abt 2 ask u if youve read witch hat atelier before remembering riche is ur sideblog icon . anyways what if tomo and wataru had a coco qifrey thing plus their dynamic like . travelling magician wataru grabs this random normal kid and teaches him magic ... but is also a little weirdo of whom the normal kid is mildly (read: Very) freaked out by

YESSS i was thinking about something along those lines! but you see if wataru takes tomoya to travel around the world and teach him magic and stuff then ! well! hajime might Not like that very much. because i still want them to be childhood friends you see. but also that's an interesting angst point that i do have a vague resolution too which may or may not include amnesia spells ...

but wataru "scouting" him at school more along the lines of canon could also be fun and forcing him to stay in the school setting also might make it easier to have eichi interactions... ←hasn't decided much about eichi either. or actually maybe i can use both of those ideas hmmmm

[nblemons]

for the ask game: Laios and Qifrey 😊

PATIIII i feel a bit targeted w these picks. <3 anyway here just for u

LAIOS

we all know how i feel about laios. hmmhnggnh tummy.... UM anyway my headcanons are that in a modern world hed read werewolf x reader erotica and have 10 fursonas.

QIFREY

oh how i long to get my hands around this mans neck. shake him around a bit and then kiss him tenderly, effectively stealing his gender with my magic gender stealing powers. (also his cape. its dope i want a cape too)

[succulentul]

ok firstly, i love your art style. its just so amazing to look at! the smtiv art is awesome and i love that you draw walter with top surgery scars, and i completely adore the p5xsoul eater au, two of my favourite things in one lol. but i do have a question, I'm not sure if anyone else has asked this but would you be okay with explaining your creative/art/drawing process? kinda wanted to know for a class I've got, i gotta analyse artists' drawing processes. hope that's okay!

hi hi tysm for this ask! trans walter canon (real) & also im glad u like the p5 soul eater!! as for my drawing process it kinda varies but for the majority of my drawings nowadays, i start with a really rough sketch, lay down flat colors under it, and then start rendering in another layer on top of that one. it looks very chunky (cuz i sketch & color with the same blocky pixel brush) and i try to use many diff shades of colors to give it more variety. here’s a qifrey sketch from a while back as an example vv

the flat colors here are his skin tone and the inside of his cape, which is a somewhat washed-out green. but for the top rendering layer, i put in like a billion different colors of green, as well as using shades of yellow and blue (what i’m trying to say w this long ass explanation is i usually tend to go with rendering using the colors that r on either side of the base color on the color wheel.) if i really don’t like the colors i used, i’ll probably do some color adjustments in procreate by copying the entire canvas into a new layer and then putting a gradient map over it or upping the saturation or something, but for the most part i think that’s pretty much it. so uh. yeah! hopefully this helped!

[lunarharp]

LITERALLY stuff i’ve posted before <<< i just wanted to assemble some modern au scribbles in one place :)

BUT they’re in different brushbug universes tho. in the second one brushbug is a relatively unpopular character with merch & only this family truly cares about it

[camestela]

i hope this doesnt come as a bother but ive been so obsessed with ur modern day orufrey art...!!! would u mind telling us more abt them please 😭😭🙏

Oh man sorry it took long to reply

(it’s about this post)

I’m not like super experienced in thinking aus but for me it was fun to think about them in that scenario

I feel like qifrey isn’t one of those ppl who are really really good with kids and he is just a good person overall but he is also very messy in his own mind and kind of self destructive but like not in an active or necessarily suicidal way it’s just, like, you know he is in that frame of mind of fuck everything if everyone thinks I’m already a messy student I can do whatever I want and olruggio is just less charismatic but much much more responsible. I feel like they meet at uni over a shared class (education and design have some overload in unís be of psychologY and shit ... I studied design lol) aaand qifrey wouldn’t really be Drawn to him or olruggio wouldn’t either, u know they would have different friend groups and qifrey is friendly but soRt of reclusive too?

one day olruggio is staying late studying and being a mess in general because of course you pull way too many all-nighters doing d3sign projects that make no sense. Qifrey would notice he stays a lot on campus and starts chatting him up just because he wonders why not use go home to work alone. Olruggio has a loud family and louder roommates so that’s not a possibility. In the end qifrey starts growing fond of him and stays later to study more, with time he even offers for him to work at his place since it’s more comfy and he lives alone. they become closer, olruggio realizes qifrey is really not great at taking care of himself, is quite lonely for such a social man and worries and becomes more involved, asking him about his life and like, have u eaten Something today lol

I think they’d balance each other out. Like qifrey making him relax and stay over and not be so worrieD about every little damn project of his stupid classes. Olruggio would comfort him when he felt like he wouldn’t be a good teacher and make him not feel so lonely all the time. Just pays attention to details,

I do picture them having a big fight and issues before finally becoming involved and a couple. Mostly because qifrey is loving but also so guarded and doesn’t trust himself and in the other hand olruggio has issues fighting for what he wants and just like being upfront about stuff

lol yeah maybe I should write a fic

[petrichorium]

i am not vic but ohhhmhyyogofr your post about gojo and his greatest fear of getting you (us???) pregnant is making rounds in my head. if u would like to share more of your thoughts please know i will be SEATED!!!!

I will not lie the thing I have written is more about his mother and how he projects her onto you wrt his fears abt getting you pregnant so it’s v much a gun Ive cocked and aimed at vic specifically LMFAOOOO

But there’s many angles to his refusal to have kids imo so I’ll ramble abt a few of them. If this is going to hurt ur feelings DO NOT open the read-more it’s not a happy take on motherhood

he does not believe he’d be a good father point-blank. I think his dad was p much nonexistent in his life—in fact I can’t decide if I think he even knows who his dad is/was—and in general he keeps too much of an emotional distance between himself and everyone else for him to be comfortable with the idea of being responsible for raising a whole child. His role as a teacher is not paternal to me, in contrast to chars like Aizawa or Qifrey who are paternal in their roles. JJK is very explicit in its depiction of sorcerers as people who do not have long lifespans, and the majority do not make it past high school. The teaching role in that sense is less a father figure and more someone raising cattle for slaughter. He can’t afford to become too attached to his kids; the vast majority are going to become Haibaras or, if they’re strong enough, Getous. It’s a hard life. He firmly believes he’d treat his own kid the same way. You are the exception, and sometimes he still has to distance himself from you—a kid doesn’t deserve that from its own father.

he is RADICALLY oppositional to everything that has to do with the old conservative way. This includes providing his clan more breeding stock—because frankly, that’s what his children would be. There’s no chance of him passing his powers down (only one person can have Limitless at one time, a power that isn’t even that enormous without the Six Eyes and he’s the first person in 600 yrs to have them both) and he’s also aware that either he or his kids will die first, and if it’s him there’d be nothing to stop his clan from just taking them away to use them to breed another one of him. Idk how any decent person would be comfortable having kids knowing that or assassination would be their fate, but hey I’m kinda an anti-natalist so I’m pretty biased LMFAOOOOOO

BUT FINALLY. THE PART WE RLLY CARE ABOUT (and the most important part to him—again those first two points are why he’s always been terrified of having kids but this one shows up when he realizes he wants you for the rest of his life) if there’s anything worse than being gojo in a situation where he’s had a kid, it’s the poor soul he impregnated. Because like. He’s GOJO he’s untouchable but you, no matter who you are but esp if you’re not a particularly strong sorcerer/a non-sorcerer straight-up, are absolutely touchable. Like the odds of you being outright assassinated (during the pregnancy by other clans or after the pregnancy by his OWN as a power grab) are so high that the chance alone would be enough to make him get snipped. But having his children would erase you. You’re no longer you the moment it happens; suddenly you’re the mother of gojo satoru’s children, and you bear the burden of everything that entails.

You’ll be blamed when his kids are powerless even though everyone knew it would happen. You’ll have them stolen from you the moment you let your guard down. You’ll be ridiculed and shamed and dehumanized until you’re a shell of who your used to be. And it won’t matter that unlike his father he’ll stay by your side, because ultimately he’s the one who did this to you. It won’t matter if you do everything right, their lives will still end in tragedy. It won’t matter if you truly genuinely wholeheartedly always wanted children and always loved them… you’ll end up resenting them. And him. And yourself, for your resentment. And if you’re like his mother………. you won’t be able to take it. Nobody would be able to take it.

He cannot allow it to happen

[caedogeist-rights]

im putting. im putting essek caleb criticalrole and olruggio qifrey witchhatatelier in the same room. play date. psychological study. if you are not drawn in by themes discussions of society/law/power/education and big worldbuilding may i interest you in a hot boi. with insatiable lust for understanding in a society ruled by the absolute law of (whats actually not that hard to share!) locked away magic that he despite everything is known and notable, a recluse but an eye in the heart (metaphorical) of a city in the slightly literal graveyard of when magic wasnt locked away, when mages were g-ds and islands floated and. also ur life partner is here and he has Trauma and wants to make things better and he hates the ones who made him like this and wears the scars of it hidden but there, irrefutably there, and both of you are finding love and hope in each other and in your found family and sometimes. an empty grave tells us more about our pasts than we think. u know?

[elq-uackity]

yoo, thank you guys so much for 100 followers on my qifrey playlist! a lot of thought and love went into this playlist (as well as some collaborative efforts from my friends) so it means a lot to me that so many people enjoyed it!

the album art currently on the playlist is from this post by taffypointby!

here is my friend's playlist, which some of the songs on this playlist are borrowed from :)

if anyone wants to talk to me about the songs on this playlist or anything else about it i'd be delighted, it's really rewarding to see so many people enjoying a fanmix and i'd love to see what people think of it and share my own thoughts ^^ (i do not take song suggestions, but i'll talk about anything else!)

thank u all so much!