#scribbles 🖋️

[lllunaverde]

[roseyjustice]

Baal was cradling the Lamb's bell between their paws, moving it back and forth to hear it's soft ting ting. The kits studied the lamb with twin stares brimming with curiosity.

Narinder felt his breath catch in his chest. 

“I found them in Anura,'' The Lamb explained, a worry furrow to their brows. Narinder felt their nervousness. Saw it in the way they shifted their arms, hiking Aym higher on their back and pulling Baal closer to their chest. 

He placed a calming paw on their back, noting the protective tension running along their spine. They felt as if they were attempting to shield the twins away from everything with just their body. 

I had a fic idea and immediately needed to doodle it + do a quick excerpt.

I miiight finish it eventually but rn I am holding Aym and Baal very close ;;

[moonsglare]

MASTERLIST - 🖋️ indicates my personal favorites !

[FICS]

HONKAI: STAR RAIL

my home, for all seasons [serval x reader] 🖋️

bad romance [DARK CONTENT: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT] [acheron x reader] [NSFT] [MDNI]

any way you want me, baby [ruan mei x reader] [NSFT] [MDNI]

sleepless nights [himeko x reader] [kafka x reader] 🖋️

first time [himeko x reader] [yukong x reader] [natasha x reader] [NSFT] [MDNI]

good god, let me give you my life [ruan mei x reader] [NSFT] [MDNI] 🖋️

real deal [ruan mei x reader] [NSFT][MDNI]

GENSHIN IMPACT

lazy morning loving [arlecchino x reader] [NSFT] [MDNI]

love me like you do [arlecchino x reader] [NSFT] [MDNI]

bring me the sun [arlecchino x reader] 🖋️

PATH TO NOWHERE

breaking point [zoya x reader] [NSFT] [MDNI]

what is this feeling? [zoya x reader]

act three: resolution [deren x reader] [NSFT] [MDNI]

back to you [deren x reader] [NSFT] [MDNI]

video star [deren x reader] [NSFT] [MDNI]

cloudgazer [deren x reader]

experience [rahu x reader] [NSFT] [MDNI] 🖋️

all i see is red lights [rahu x reader] [NSFT] [MDNI]

worship (like a dog) [rahu x reader] [NSFT] [MDNI] 🖋️

(sun)dress [shalom x reader] [NSFT] [MDNI]

equestrian au (part 1) [cinnabar]

equestrian au (part 2) [shalom] [rahu]

like music [multiple] [NSFT] [MDNI]

de-stress [nightingale x reader] [NSFT] [MDNI]

ZENLESS ZONE ZERO

cat & mouse [jane doe x reader] [NSFT] [MDNI]

machinist! [grace howard x reader] [NSFT][MDNI]

MULTIPLE

on top (part 1) [NSFT][MDNI]

on top (part 2) [NSFT][MDNI]

voracity [NSFT][MDNI]

as the world caves in 🖋️

[SCRIBBLES & THIRSTS]

GENSHIN IMPACT

ARLECCHINO -> thinking about mornings with arle... -> love is most felt when it is leaving... -> nicknames... -> slow burn... -> f1!arle and motogp!reader... -> boss form arle... [NSFT][MDNI] -> a new sibling... [NSFT][MDNI] -> soft domming... [NSFT][MDNI] -> flirty with a twist... [NSFT][MDNI] -> on your knees... [NSFT][MDNI]

KUJOU SARA -> arranged marriage... -> give you the world... -> anatomy of a poisoning... 🖋️

NAVIA & CLORINDE -> starting a family... [NSFT][MDNI] -> clorivia and cafe owner!reader... 🖋️

NINGGUANG -> barefoot, on the beach of yaoguang shoal... 🖋️

HONKAI: STAR RAIL

FEIXIAO -> early hours with feixiao... -> scratches & marks... -> mooncakes... -> in the night... -> at first sight... -> laundry... -> feixiao and a regular s/o... -> terms of endearment... -> an arrow... 🖋️ -> modern!au... -> giving feixiao head... [NSFT][MDNI] -> taking feixiao's knot for the first time... [NSFT][MDNI] -> feixiao in rut... [NSFT][MDNI] -> tease... [NSFT][MDNI] -> knotted... [NSFT][MDNI] -> modern!au car sex [NSFT][MDNI]

YUKONG -> retainer... -> tag teaming with feixiao... [NSFT][MDNI]

ACHERON -> 'so take my tags, and i'll take yours'...

HIMEKO -> albireo, rising from indigo...

JINGLIU -> the person who knew jingliu the longest... 🖋️ -> legacies and dreams... -> fool's errand... [NSFT][MDNI]

KAFKA -> baby you and me are a twisted fantasy... [NSFT][MDNI] -> kafhime sharing... [NSFT][MDNI] -> shalom & kafka tag teaming... [NSFT][MDNI]

NATASHA -> tending your wounds... 🖋️

JADE -> bodyguard... [NSFT][MDNI]

PATH TO NOWHERE

ZOYA -> reunions... [NSFT][MDNI]

NOX -> nox headcanons... [NSFT][MDNI]

RAHU -> afab rahu... [NSFT][MDNI] -> shalom & rahu tag teaming... [NSFT][MDNI]

SHALOM -> 'you came?' 'you called'... 🖋️ -> post canon thoughts... [NSFT][MDNI] -> shalom & kafka tag teaming... [NSFT][MDNI] -> shalom & rahu tag teaming... [NSFT][MDNI]

ZENLESS ZONE ZERO

JANE DOE -> brief reunions... -> interrogation... [NSFT][MDNI]

[tea-biscuits-books]

love and ink

harry potter x f!reader

💌☕️⛓️🖋️🥀

summary : harry begins to receive anonymous love letters…

word count : 2.1k

song : how did it end? - taylor swift

💌☕️⛓️🖋️🥀

Dearest Harry,

I hope this letter finds you well. I imagine you are reading this letter while eating treacle pudding, somewhere on the side of the dining hall, pushing your glasses upon your nose, crinkling the parchment between your fingers. The simple truth is that I am utterly in love with you. I drink up your soul like a wine glass between my fingers, fragile and crimson like blood splashing upon the edges of my heart. Your presence drowns me within my words, beating and suffocating my throat, your eyes awaken my reverie, the colours clashing like brandy being poured into a lucent draft, sparkling in the early autumn dusk, honey kissed and framed by lashes that stretch to the billowing winter horizons of the past. I wonder whether your skin is as soft as it looks, supple and bronze in the summer rain, pillows of lips, pink and curved into a devilish smirk. I wonder how they taste, liquor and addictive to my mouth, caramel and sweet, sweeter than the words that leave it, euphonious and breathy. I like love the way you smile. I love the way you laugh. I love the way you appreciate the simple things that everybody else glosses over. The way your fingers trace your sleeve, eyes sink into the ink on the page, immersing yourself between the words, squinting behind your glasses as if trying to make sense of it all. Your smile as a stray curl flops over your head after you’ve won a quidditch match, your cheeks lit up in roseate light, dimples singing softly to the wind. Your face stuck in a state of delirious happiness, your laugh trickling over the crowd like champagne, amber and silky, soaking their ears.

Yours always.

Harry’s mouth is dry, tracing the ink with his eyes. No one had ever noticed him like this. No one ever noted or observed ever so closely as they had. Maybe it was his lack of love in childhood, but Harry didn’t feel creeped out. No. He felt appreciated. He noticed the lack of signature at the bottom, clutching the parchment between his fingers, attempting to decipher the handwriting.

“what’s that?” Ron mutters, attempting to look over, before Harry quickly stuffs it into his pocket.

“nothing,” he murmurs, a small smile curling at his lips.

“absolutely nothing.”

It was a later evening when the next letter arrived. This one was messier. Written in haste, maybe nerves.

Dearest Harry,

I hope you didn’t mind the first one.

I thought of you today. I shouldn’t be surprised with myself.

You are an ever present figure in my mind, wrapped in fantasies and delusions I know will never come true.

You are the power that wills my heart to beat, blood to pump and mouth to smile.

You fail to see the countless ones I direct at you.

Yours Truly,

(btw its 3 crushed beetles, not 2)

The last note was scribbled at the bottom, barely legibile in the curved slanted writing. Harry stares at it, candle settled next to him, glasses falling down his nose. His mind takes him back to the explosion in Potions today, and he cringes at the memory of the stench. His MA (mystery admirer) was trying to give him clues to her identity. And she was in his potions class. He had potions with the Ravenclaws, but his mind seemed to glaze every time he attempted to place a face. He clutches the parchment, sighing softly, before blowing out the candle, and folding the letter into a neat square, setting it aside, before falling into a deep slumber where he dreamt of a girl with roses in her hair and a tinkling laugh that carried in the summer breeze.

After that, they came every week or so. Never from the same place. Sometimes tucked into his Charms book, other times hidden beneath his pillow or slipped inside his bag when he wasn’t looking. She was clever, quiet. Always watching.

You have this way of shrinking into yourself when you think you’ve disappointed someone. Like you’re afraid of taking up space.

Please don’t be. Take up all the space you want.

The world already asks so much of you. It’s okay if you don’t want to save it all the time.

Sometimes she wrote about her own life in little flashes. A funny moment in Herbology. How she nearly fell asleep in History of Magic. Once, she wrote about a thunderstorm and how she curled up in the windowsill to watch it roll in.

I wonder if you like storms, too. You remind me of one—wild and loud and beautiful in ways most people don’t understand.

Harry didn’t know her name. But her words stayed with him. On long nights. On quiet mornings. When everything felt too heavy, he’d reach for her letters, each one folded and worn, like a lifeline written in ink.

He tried to guess who she was. She mentioned the greenhouses a lot. The Astronomy Tower. The stars. One lonesome night as the wind whistled softly, Harry found himself padding up to the astronomy tower. The breeze and solace was a welcome addition to the adding stress that seemed to be mounting on his plate. However, he was greeted with company, a pretty girl whose back faced him. Long Y/H/C hair flowed down her back and her knees were held to her chest.

“I don’t bite you know,” You murmured, a hint of amusement lacing your tone. You heard Harry fumble, his cheeks turning pink.

“right, sorry.” He shuffled over, taking a seat next to you. Silence graced your presences for a moment.

“lovely night.”

“huh?” a giggle escapes your lips as Harry readjusts his glasses, blinking.

“I said it’s a lovely night. The stars are out.” The last sentence flows out breathily, lingering in the air like a hint Harry is unsure whether he’s meant to take.

“it is.” He acknowledges, swivelling to face you.

“I don’t believe we’ve met…what house are you in?”

“Ravenclaw.” Harry’s mind is immediately drawn to MA.

“oh wait, I’m looking for this person, you might know her.” Harry fumbles, taking out the parchment square.

“She’s been writing me letters.” He watches as your eyes scan the words, your face tilting amusedly.

“She seems like a real poet.” Your eyes survey him.

“The simple truth is that I am utterly in love with you” You read out. Harry’s face flushes crimson.

“And yet you are searching for her? Do you not know her identity?”

“Uh no, do you know who it might be?” A smirk tilts your lips.

“How do these letters make you feel.” There’s a lull, and Harry pauses to think, his next words coming out softly.

“she-she makes me feel all warm inside.” You raise your eyebrow.

“mmm, does she now?” Harry’s eyes scan over the crease of your brow, the dimple in your cheek, the soft lashes that curve upwards slightly and the pink soft lips.

“yeah…” you blink.

“harry?” Harry snaps out of his reverie, smiling attentively.

“sorry what were you saying?”

“I said I’ll ask around.” Harry’s smile widens.

“t-thanks,” he rubs the back of his neck awkardly as you stand, collecting yourself.

“well goodnight Potter.” As your shadow dissapears into the depths of the night Harry’s brow furrows.

“wait you never told me your name!” only silence greets him back and a sigh escapes his lips. Next time. He would ask next time.

Then, Dumbledore died. And the letters stopped.

His chest ached like a bruise every time he opened his trunk and didn’t find one waiting. Still, weeks later, after escaping Bill and Fleur’s ruined wedding, after the hunt had begun and the world was full of shadows, he found one.

Hermione had opened her bag to retrieve The Tales of Beedle the Bard, and there it was—tucked between the pages, just for him.

I don’t know if this will reach you.

Heard from a little birdie that my words make you feel warm inside. Stay safe and don’t die.

I’ll be waiting. Forever.

Yours always,

His fingers tighten around the parchment, rereading the words as if to absorb them into his very being.

Forever.

Slowly, he folds it, slipping it into his pocket, the security of the small square reminding him.

Stay safe, and don’t die.

So he would.

For you.

Smoke. So much smoke. It buried your lungs as you stumbled through it blindly, a letter clasped in your sweaty hand. You needed oxygen desperately. The castle seemed to tremble beneath your feet as you steadied yourself against a pillar, finding security in the stability. You gasp as spells whiz past you, tearing the envelope in the process.

One last letter. That’s all you needed. The ground beneath you shook again, more violently, as if warning you. Run. Go. But you could not listen. Your eyes heaved, and your legs screamed and your chest burned. You didn’t see it. The window breaking. The wall crumbling around you. And the glass shard that pierced your chest as you fell into an abyss of dark.

It was over. They had won. Harry heaved a sigh, a soft smile resting on his face. He won against Voldemort. The smile softly wore off as he approached the Great Hall, grief heavy as bodies scatter the floor. It was silent. Until a scream shattered the silence, Cho sprinting across the hall to kneel at a body.

“Y/N? Y/N?! FUCK WAKE UP! Y/N PLEASE!” Sobs shook the girl’s trembling figure as she shook the corpse. There was something familiar about it. The tendrils of hair now matted and coated with blood. The lashes that curled upwards slightly now closed forever-

The girl from the astronomy tower.

The ravenclaw girl.

Y/N.

Pretty name for a pretty face. He walks over slowly, standing at a safe distance, simply observing. He feels tears sting his eyes that he blinks away. He doesn’t have a right to cry really, he only spoke to the girl once. But there was something about you that made you memorable, an essential in people’s lives. Once you entered, you were embedded forever. Perhaps what he noticed, were the letter that lay in your limp hand, slightly torn and addressed to-

Him.

Quickly, his hand darted out, clasping the parchment, ripping it up to his eyes, scanning the words with such urgency.

Harry,

They’re coming.. I—I don’t know if I’ll get to you in time—

I wanted I needed

If this is the end, then let me say this: I loved you. I think I always did.

I’m glad my words made you feel warm inside.

From the very first letter, I gave you everything I had to give.

And if nothing else, maybe that’s enough.

Just—

The pieces clicked together. MA was Y/N. The pretty ravenclaw girl who loved starry nights and thunderstorms, and with the tongue of a poet. And Y/N was dead. Tears built up in his eyes, as he swallowed his bile. In between the words, he thought maybe he had fallen for you. You loved him for the real him. For Harry. Not the Chosen One.

Just Harry.

The ink dragged across the page and trailed off in a streak, like your quill had slipped or been torn away.

You never finished the sentence.

He never found out what you were going to say.

The attic is still, blanketed in warm afternoon light. Dust drifts lazily through the air. An old trunk sits open at Harry’s feet, filled with memories—faded photographs, forgotten school robes, crumpled newspaper clippings.

And a stack of parchment, yellowed and soft at the edges. Letters, folded and unfolded so many times they feel like silk in his hands now.

He reads them slowly. One by one. The first. The funny ones. The ones where she worried over him like he was hers. The one where she described a thunderstorm like it was poetry. The one where she whispered please be safe into ink and hope.

And then the last one.

The unfinished one.

They’re coming. I love you…

He traces the words with his thumb. Imagines her hand, trembling. Her eyes scanning the dark corridor. The way she might’ve run toward him, not away.

He doesn’t cry. Not anymore. He just holds the letter close, presses it to his chest, and closes his eyes.

Behind him, the attic creaks as someone climbs the stairs.

“Harry?” Ginny’s voice is gentle. He hears her hesitate in the doorway. “What are you doing up here? It’s late, I thought you had already gone to bed”

He quickly folds the letter, slipping it back beneath the others. The secret safe, right where it’s always been—just under the surface.

Ginny walks in, brushing dust from her jeans. “What’s that?” she asks, nodding toward the old stack of parchment in his lap.

He glances down. The letters catch the light like they might vanish if he blinks too long.

“Nothing,” he says.

And smiles like a man holding a ghost

[systimming]

🖋️ - girl scribble

[alexiseatsbees]

🎂HAPPIEST DAY/BITE OF ‘83🖋️

I needed a chill day so i combined day 7 and 8 😭 also i need to work on my crying child and micheal designs so this is just to fill in for this day but i still like this piece lol. Also ive already drawn the bite of 83 so i didnt wanna do it again because he deserves better ☹️☹️

Here are the prompts AND a version without the scribble lol

[wisteriagoesvroom]

pardon my emotions

🍊 a landoscar fic 🏙️ girl!lando and boy!oscar racing au (rule 63) 🖋️ 15.8k words 🔗 read on ao3

preview:

The first thing he notices about Lando in person is she’s actually just… more than he thought. Onscreen, her presence that fizzles between sprightly and serious, depending on the outcome of a race. But in person, she just seems to be thinking all the time. The way she can’t seem to sit properly. Pulling a leg under her, always in a stance that makes Oscar wonder if she’s going to hurt her back. Teeth gnawing the straw of her water bottle, contemplative as the team runs through data and engineering reports and design upgrades for 2023’s car. Lando doesn’t miss a beat, asking questions that make eyebrows go up, making inquiries about feasibility and feedback on the car from last year that make several pairs of hands go flying across keyboards, pens scribbling across notepads. She’s a formidable leader. And she’s barely two years older than him, which shows how much he has to learn.

tags: @scuderiabs, @lescarbille, @momimf1ne, @alwayssortbykudos

thank you to @monacotrophywife, and YL (not on f1blr) for the beta reading 🧡 and @alphatinies for the bonus cheerleading!!

[cyberbabyangell]

₊˚⊹☆ 16/02/2025 (˶◜ᵕ◝˶)

⋆⭒˚.⋆tasks:

drawing +25 XP

meditate +15 XP

slowly reintroduce myself to shifting +50 XP

script/plan things out +10 XP

try out obsidian & manuskript +20 XP

journaling +15 XP

[+..••] total xp gained: 135 XP ⟢ level 1!

— ᝰ🖋️:

i heard once that making the most mundane tasks video game themed could be a great way to tackle them. so i'm experimenting with this right now!!

i drew a lot today. mainly figure drawings and some sonic stuff i also did some vent drawings. if i had to be honest, today was the first time i drew a pose from scratch and i was proud of it immediately. it was just a bunch of scribbles and i wasn't expecting shit, but it turned out so good. i wasn't even seeing clearly when i did it (𖦹ᯅ𖦹)

i'm going to try to meditate before bed or in the morning everyday now!! to what? i'm not sure. i'm starting to carefully craft a playlist of calm songs i'm probably gonna use for it.

i read about the two most common shifting theories again, kind of going back to the basics. while making my playlist, which was supposed to consist of nostalgic songs for me, i went through a LOT of childhood youtube collections i made of things i used to watch. it threw me back and lifted my spirits!! especially since lately, i've been craving shifting to my Liorith DR - basically reliving my childhood in a much more nurturing way. watching these old vines and memes and those old songs while i'm hyped on shifting back to my childhood is kind of a way to connect for me! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

ok, i didn't actually script much. but talking to chatgpt for advice and insight is so refreshing. i had this dilemma of which dr i was going to shift to first because i didn't want to overwhelm myself by going somewhere that was widely different from france, aka where i currently live. he gave me the perfect solution despite the fact i could barely talk to him in one language and had to frenglish my way into it.. ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

by the time i'm writing this i haven't actually tried obsidian or manuskript, i plan to do it before bed. but i was introduced to these when i had the urge to write about my sonic dr as if it was a fanfiction, or the script to sega's next game. i am a little wary that doing this, regardless of if i post it or not, might subconsciously fictionalise my sonic dr to me..which i don't want 😞 but its one out of all of them, and honestly the one where i struggle the most with visualisation. its not like the first dr im trying to reach.

well, i guess i am journaling right now. i do plan on doing it on actual paper though. don't have much to say about this part.

⋆₊˚⊹ ࿔⋆bonus: i discovered city pop today, aka the genre of 4am by taeko onuki, fly day chinatown by yasuha and fly by spectrum. i discovered plastic love by mariya takeuchi and the music video was so cute!! it reminds me of ichiko aoba.

[arradraws]

Some scribbles ∙ ∙ ∙🖋️

[namusthetic]

The Writers' Series

Who wrote you, based on your aesthetic?

British Edition

---------🖋️

Oscar Wilde

"You can never be overdressed or overeducated."

Irregular sleep schedule

Sprawling on a sofa quoting poets long gone

The forbidden sweetness of guilty pleasures

The gently whispered name of a lover

Losing oneself to sensations and feelings

Writes poems for their lovers

Dressing up only for the pleasure of doing so

That dizzy feeling of late night adventures

Procrastination and unsent letters

An old silver framed broken mirror and forgotten withered roses

Sitting alone late at night. The thick, stuffy air in the room is making you dizzy and dulls your senses

Virginia Woolf

"How many times have people used a pen or a paintbrush because they couldn't pull the trigger?"

The soft first autumn breeze

Spending winter afternoons in hidden library corners

Taking long walks along the riverbank in the early afternoon

Gives good advice but doesn't follow it

Scented candles and gentle nostalgia

The furious, quiet calmness of the ocean before a storm

Orange blossoms and sea salt

The texture of paper under your fingertips and the sound of chirping from outside the window

Wants to change the world one word at a time

Never forgives, never forgets

Reads poems in the golden afternoon light

Romantic but won't talk about their feelings

William Shakespeare

"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves."

Wine stains on victorian shirts

The sound of footsteps on marble floors

Scribbling random Latin sentences in other people's notebooks

Dark, alluring, and a little bit occult

Writes poems on random scraps of paper and then forgets about them

The line between dreams and reality starting to blur

Loud, contagious laugh

Sword fights back stage

A lone flickering candle in the night

Laughs and cries at the same time when overwhelmed with emotion

Believes in the power of the unsettling and the forbidden

Sprawls on any available surface just to read tragedies and drink wine

Mary Shelley

"When I looked around, I saw and heard of none like me. Was I then a monster?"

The sound of your heart beating in your ears when waking up from a nightmare

Anatomy and science illustrations

Equations and formulas scribbled everywhere

The touch of cold metal on warm skin

The clap of thunder and insistent drumming of heavy rain on the windowpanes

The muffled sound of cracking thunder from outside

Organized shelves and absentminded humming

Cold gravity and solemn silences

The cold shudder of realisation

Pacing back and forth trying to solve grave problems and unexpected results

Empathizes easily

Agatha Christie

"Poirot," I said. "I have been thinking."

"An admirable exercise my friend. Continue it."

Hot chocolate on cold winter days while people watching inside an old Café

Sitting down in parks and reading the paper

The scent of clean laundry

Windswept hair and sharp looks

Spontaneous conversations and smiling at strangers

Could prove anyone wrong solely for their own amusement

Wet pavements glinting in the sunshine after a rain shower

Apricot jam, fresh baked croissants and café au lait while reading the newspaper in the early morning

A glint in their eyes and a spring in their step

Peppermints and vanilla hand cream

Sarcasm and condescending smiles

J.R.R. Tolkien

"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."

Early morning dew sparkling on spiderwebs

The awareness and clarity that comes with crisp morning air

Daisies, gingerbread and warm comfy clothes

Really into folklore

Snail shells and acorns kept in a jacket's pocket

The scent of fresh homemade bread in the morning

The gentle murmur of the wind blowing through the trees

Nothing could make them miss their afternoon tea

Knows the name of every plant or bird species

Presses flowers in their notebooks

That spark for adventure glims constantly in their eyes

George Orwell

"But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought."

The smell of cigarettes and the sound of steps on the wet pavement

Long night walks around the city

The cold winter wind howling against the windows

Cheap black coffee drank in a small almost empty 24/7 coffee shop

Tired eyes and vivid dreams of liberty

Messy, rushed writing

The condensation on a cold window

Minimalist notebooks and black ballpoint pens hidden everywhere

Trying desperately to be free, to feel alive

The deafening silence of loneliness and the gentle quiet of solitude

T. S. Eliot

"For I have known them all already, known them all / Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, / I have measured out my life with coffee spoons."

Coffee and ink stains

Tiny scribbled notebooks carried around in worn out messenger bags

Reads to escape the real world

Reading on public transportation and almost missing the stop

Falls in love five times a day

Strong coffee and dark chocolate

Feels like nobody can truly understand them

Doesn't take care of themselves

Stacks their books randomly around their house, forgetting empty coffee mugs and notepads on top of them

Flopping facedown on the bed and listening to the sounds of the life out the window

[steellegacy]

📜 Pranks of Monks or Secrets of Medieval Manuscripts

Illuminated manuscript are handwritten book that has been decorated with gold or silver, brilliant colours, or elaborate designs or miniature pictures that explained the text of the book.

The monks copied the manuscripts and, as is the case with boredom, they occasional add drolleries in the margins of the books. There were various images of killer rabbits and other animals, birds, fantastic creatures and other "medieval emojis" unrelated to the text.

The word "drollerie" comes from the French drôlerie, meaning a joke. A drollerie is a small decorative image in the margin of an illuminated manuscript, most popular from about 1250 through the 15th century, though found earlier and later.

Drolleries are amusing figures, often grotesque. While drolleries are often meant to evoke laughter, they may be understood at a deeper level and reveal aspects of society at that time.

🖋️ Lastly, drolleries were but one of the many types of marginalia. Among the more interesting of these are the complaints scribbled onto the edges of texts by the Medieval scribes and copyists.

Some examples of complaints and remarks made by them include “Thank God, it will soon be dark”, “The ink is thin”, and “Now I’ve written the whole thing: for Christ’s sake give me a drink”.

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📜 Шалость монахов или тайны средневековых манускриптов

«Иллюминированные рукописи» - это рукописные средневековые книги, которые украшались золотом или серебром, яркими цветами, сложными узорами, миниатюрами и орнаментами, а также живописными иллюстрациями, которые не столько имели назначение художественного декора, сколько поясняли текст книги.

Однако встречались странные изображения кроликов-убийц и других зверей, фигурки птиц, фантастические существа и прочие причуды, не имеющие отношения к тексту. Существует теория, что подобные рисунки, так называемые "средневековые эмодзи", оставляли на полях скучающие монахи, которым хотелось развлечься. Но это всего лишь теория.

Такой вид иллюстраций на полях называется "Дролери́" (от франц. drôlerie — "шутка, шалость, чудачество"; drôle — "смешной, забавный"), или маргиналии.

Этот забавный жанр, свидетельствующий о свободе мышления средневекового художника, близок к гротеску. Он зародился примерно в середине XIII в. и наибольшее распространение получил в парижской школе книжной миниатюры XIV—XV вв. (хотя встречался и раньше, и позже).

Безусловно, в дролери, как и в подавляющем большинстве изображений времен Средневековья, присутствовал символический подтекст, изобилующий иносказаниями и аллегориями. Хотя дролери часто вызывают смех, их можно понять на более глубоком уровне и раскрыть аспекты общества того времени.

🖋️ Наконец, дролери были одним из множества типов заметок на полях. Среди наиболее интересных из них — жалобы, нацарапанные по краям текстов средневековыми писцами и переписчиками. Вот некоторые примеры жалоб и замечаний, сделанных ими: «Слава Богу, скоро стемнеет», «Чернила жидкие» и «Вот теперь я все написал: ради Христа, дайте мне попить».

Удивительно, что иллюстраторы старательно украшали причудливыми рисунками-маргиналиями манускрипты религиозного содержания. А на полях книг, посвященных научным сферам (астрономия, медицина и др.), дролери появлялись заметно реже.

#Secret #Manuscript #drollerie #drôlerie #emojis #дролери #манускрипт #средневековыйюмор #маргиналии #иллюминации #юмор #joke #Prank

[yourdarlingness]

hello deathe ! may i request npts based on Teru Mikami from death note , please ? thank you

　Teru Mikami　names · pronouns · titles

　◞◟　NAMES　✦

asher . christ / christopher . charlotte . eleanor . claire . eli . ezra . jonathan . lucy . madeline . morgan . olivia . reid . rowan . theo . william . yves

　◞◟ 　PRONOUNS　✦

hx / hxm . shx / hxr . thxy / thxm . ki / kill . kil / ler / killer . 4 / 4s . fou / four(th) . pun / punish . mor / morbid . vi / vile . si(n) / sin . de / dev / devote . un / unholy . ob / obey . noe / note . wri / write . scri / scribble . de / death . tomb / tombs . 🩸 . 💀 . 🔪 . 📓 . 🖋️ . 📓🖋️

　◞◟ 　TITLES　✦

the ( devotee / loyalist / fourth / hand ) of Kira . the servant who serves Kira . the most devout follower . the evil punisher . the devotee who vanquish evil . one with strong sense of justice . the unholy juror . the "righteous" one . Kira's most devoted follower . the prosecuting devotee . prns* undying devotion . prns* sickening ideals

sorry for less names >< it was a bit hard + mind was blanking out

[comfortabletogether]

HIIIIIIIII !!! UR NIKEI WRITING GOT ME LICKING MY THUMBS, FINISHING MY PLATE 😋😋😋

Is it possible to request a s/o like Haruhi Fujioka? Not exactly dating, but when they like first met? If you’ve never seen Ouran, Haruhi is a girl who’s perceived as masculine to most people, leading to gender assumptions. In reality she doesn’t really care (Gn!S/O, maybe?), but I’d love to see the reactions of characters if they were to find out about their gender !!!

Specifically I’d like to request Nikei, but you can feel free to add whoever u think would be interesting as well !!! Hope you have a wonderful day !!!

IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY WRITING SO MUCH!! It means a lot to me!! I was originally going to write a fic for this but I hate writing on my phone. And I added Emma and Yuri to this prompt.

I’m so sorry this request is so old. Like stuff just got in the way I’m so sorry. And I know person who requested that Phineas and Ferb hc, it’s taking forever but like, I’m struggling.

WARNING: SPOILERS

~ Mod Haruhiko ✈️

Nikei Yomiuri

🖋️ He met you while grumbling about Mikado, scribbling down notes about how he would only tell Void the bare minimum about the other participants. Hell, he won’t share about one participant more than their face.

🖋️ But then comes in you, a slightly feminine looking guy. And Nikei pulls back up his bubbly persona immediately wanting for an interview to try and understand you since he hasn’t learned anything from Mikado.

🖋️ Nikei actually enjoyed your company when you were having your small introductory conversation. And before breakfast he’d seek out your company to find you so the two of you could sit together.

🖋️ Nikei learned that you weren’t actually a guy by when the two of you were hanging out you told him that you had to use the restroom and walked into the girls restroom. Which he was going to make a sly comment about when you came back but then he realized that only girls could go in the girls bathroom.

🖋️ Which leaves you with a very surprised Nikei to deal with. And being a journalist he asks a lot of questions.

Emma Magorobi 

🎬 Emma enjoyed your presence from the start, you were the only one to immediately treat her like an equal, like a classmate. And you seemed to understand her being sick of being so famous in a way.

🎬 When everyone decided to go swimming, she ended up appreciating you more when instead of going in like everyone else, you had decided to go and get to know Emma further. You didn’t even question why she didn’t go in.

🎬 Emma loved your company more when she noticed that you’d laugh or smile at almost every single one of her jokes, even if you told her they were awful. She just found your smile endearing.

🎬 In her mind, she never questioned your gender until on the second island, she offered to go and dress up. Emma walked in on the middle of you changing and was shocked to figure it out.

🎬 But alongside of her shock, she didn’t mind at the same time. You were still the same person after all.

Yuri Kagarin 

🌌 He is hurling insults at you when you first met. As he immediately assumes that you are a male. And he didn’t exactly want to hear anything else from it. He didn’t want anything to do with men, especially not make casual conversation with them.

🌌 You were at least a little interesting in who he was. Since he did talk about the fact he has been kidnapped before and you wanted to make sure that he was doing alright mentally.

🌌 Since Yuri would absolutely refuse to acknowledge you, you’d definitely have to tell someone like Sora or someone who already knew like Kokoro, if you want to talk. And when you do, he at leas tried to hear you out before he was shocked at the revelation of you being female and identifying with female vocabulary.

🌌 Before he could properly believe you, he did make you go into one of the bathrooms. Which you did oblige to. And after you proved it, Yuri went crazy apologizing in at least several different languages and swearing at himself in Russian.

🌌 Yuri will stay by you and praise you endlessly like the other girls. 

[ducky-bah]

So weve never actually requested from one of these blogs before so if i mess something up im so sorry but could we do three requests at once?

one from Hazbin Hotel dealer's choice on who and complexity

one from Pokemon also dealer's choice ^

and a masc leaning crush holder / bpd holder that's besides those dealer's choice! Introject or brainmade is fine!

Since it's three requests I won't ask for the large templates unless you want to fill that many out, the small ones should be fine for all 3!

Thank you so much! And I hope to be back!

- 🌻🌌 anon

It's quite alright, and you haven't messed anything up! Our blog does welcome multi-alter requests, since you've kept them all together that makes it easier for us!

Set of three; Hazbin Hotel, Pokemon, and crush holder for 🌻🌌 Anon below the cut! Feel free to change anything that might not work for your system!

༄~𖦹︎ Name ➪ Niffty

༄~𖦹︎ Pronouns ➪ She/her, Sin/sins, Clean/cleans, Doll/dolls, It/its, Maid/maids

༄~𖦹︎ Gender ➪ Hyfem, Hypergirl, Slashermaid, Maidgender, Assassimaid, Gorecute, Gurocute, Deathcute, Swufegender

༄~𖦹︎ Orientations ➪ Lesbian, Sapphic, Omnilesbian[Pref for non-men], Ambiamorous

༄~𖦹︎ Age ➪ 22 (biological), 90-100 (chronological)

༄~𖦹︎ Species ➪ Sinner Demon

༄~𖦹︎ Role(/s) ➪ Housekeeper &/or Steward &/or Assidumate

༄~𖦹︎ Source or Theme ➪ Niffty [Hazbin Hotel]

༄~𖦹︎ Appearance or Faceclaim ➪

➪ Art cred; 1: Official art & 2

༄~𖦹︎ Likes ➪ Sewing, collecting things, hoarding, cleaning, fanfiction

༄~𖦹︎ Dislikes ➪ Bugs, messes

༄~𖦹︎ Proxy Options ➪ 🪡🧵/🧵🪶

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༄~𖦹︎ Name ➪ Natural Harmonia Gropius "N"

༄~𖦹︎ Pronouns ➪ He/him, They/them

༄~𖦹︎ Gender ➪ Demiboy

༄~𖦹︎ Orientations ➪ Bi-ace

༄~𖦹︎ Age ➪ 20-22

༄~𖦹︎ Species ➪ Human

༄~𖦹︎ Role(/s) ➪ Social Protector &/or Advocate &/or Translator

༄~𖦹︎ Source or Theme ➪ N [Pokemon Black & White]

༄~𖦹︎ Appearance or Faceclaim ➪

➪ Art Cred 1 & 2

༄~𖦹︎ Likes ➪ Animals, nature, lychee flavoured things

༄~𖦹︎ Dislikes ➪ Animal cruelty, disruption of the ecosystem/environment, grapes

༄~𖦹︎ Proxy Options ➪ 🌱🌿/🪴💭

~~~

༄~𖦹︎ Name ➪ Adonis, Eros, Theodore

༄~𖦹︎ Pronouns ➪ He/him, Crush/crushes, Love/loves, Adore/adores

༄~𖦹︎ Gender ➪ Masc, Lovesickmasc, Catboygender, Lovergender, Lovecoric, Crushgender

༄~𖦹︎ Orientations ➪ Demi-Demi

༄~𖦹︎ Age ➪ 16-18

༄~𖦹︎ Species ➪ Catboy (Cat kemonomimi?)

༄~𖦹︎ Role(/s) ➪ Crush holder & BPD holder & Partial Love holder

༄~𖦹︎ Source or Theme ➪ Brainmade

༄~𖦹︎ Appearance or Faceclaim ➪

➪ Art creds 1 & 2 [Neka/Picrew]

༄~𖦹︎ Likes ➪ Doodling/scribbling in the margins of notebooks (usually small cats or other cute scribbles), New Romantic Music, Light Rock music, Gothic Rock, writing poetry

༄~𖦹︎ Dislikes ➪ Jazz, Sudden loud noises

༄~𖦹︎ Proxy Options ➪ 🖋️💞/🐈🖋️

Ducky had a few ideas for the last one, this was a fun request ^^ -Bee

[garden-of-bah]

hey! mind if we request two fictives? marc anciel and nathaniel kurtzberg, both transmasc ftm , marc uses they/he + neos (your choice, preferably writing based!) and nath uses he/they + neos [pref. art based] but they swap pronouns a lot? thank ya sm!!

No problem! These two were super fun to make, they’re so cute together ^-^

Name/s: Marc Anciel

Age: 14

Pronouns: They/he/story/write/quill/book/ink/blue/red/page

Source: Miraculous Ladybug

Genders: bookgender literagender inkgender non-binary gender fluid boy

Sexuality: achillean

CisIDs: black hair, green eyes, French, Chinese, thin

Mental/physical conditions: general + social anxiety, auDHD, DPD, bipolar disorder

Other labels: miraculous holder (rooster), hyperromantic

Faceclaim: @/parandyn @/coffbeanie

Front triggers: reading/writing (pretty much any literature/language class), rainbow clothing/accessories, manga

Signoffs: -📝, -📚, -🖋️

TransIDs: transmasculine, transRainbowInkBlood, permaBlackNails

Personality: shy, creative, loving, passionate, thoughtful, peaceful, laid-back, insecure, witty

Quirks: wears so much pink lip gloss, ink’s nearly forgotten what their lips feel like without it. Write’s usually found with Nathaniel, but if he’s not then he’s most likely writing down ideas for future stories

Name/s: Nathaniel Kurtzberg

Age: 14

Pronouns: he/they/sketch/paint/scribble/ink/red/blue/page

Source: Miraculous Ladybug

Genders: scribblegender colorgender (red) sketchgender man

Sexuality: bisexual

CisIDs: Jewish, French, ambidextrous, blue eyes

Mental/physical conditions: autism, depression, BPD, immunodeficiency, mild carpal tunnel syndrome (wears a wrist brace when drawing)

Other labels: miraculous holder (goat)

Faceclaim: @/aganyan @/rusik-usik-art

Front triggers: anything art related (sketching, painting, talking about colour theory, you name it this guy’s hyperfixated on it), comics/superheroes, thrifting/recycling

Signoffs: -🎨, -✏️, -🖌️

TransIDs: transmasculine, transGoatHorns, transRedHair, transWeight (bigger)

Personality: protective, creative, quiet, observant, clever, intuitive, sensitive

Quirks: doodles on any piece of homework you have. Prepare to find a LOT of “M+N” in your notes.

@/artaelyn @/pervypeachdraws @/dragonchris

[paxarsenal]

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