#Heron Phan

[the-iron-orchid]

🧜🏽‍♀️ MERMAYPALOOZA! 🧜🏼

Requested By: @vesuvian-disaster

Mer!Heron identifies as a threat.

(To be fair, Heron is objectively a threat, in multiple ways lmao)

Alternate angle (links to both full-sized renders under the cut!):

[ Full Render 1 ]

[ Full Render 2 ]

#my art #heron phan #mermaypalooza #mermay 2023 #mermay #arcana oc #3d render #fun fact: Heron is canonically trained in the use of polearms #but honestly you should be afraid of anyone willing to use lightning magic underwater

[the-iron-orchid-rp]

[closed rp] Return To Vesuvia

“Oh, you can see the Palace from here!”

Jinana leans on the railing of the ship, looking out eagerly over the water. The summer sun glimmers on the surface of the calm sea, and reflects back brilliantly from the marble facade and golden spires of the Palace that perches on high, overlooking Vesuvia proper.

Anjali hisses softly and hides her face in Jinana’s skirts. She receives absent, comforting scratches behind her large tufted ears. “Oh, bitya, it’s all right. We’ll be back on land soon.”

But Jinana’s smile fades as s/he notices a low shape off to starboard, and the growing murkiness of the water as they approach. Even the crew seem hushed as the Lazaret comes into view, and several make the signs against the Eye, to ward off any misfortune that might come from the mere sight of such an ill-omened place.

“They said it was bad, but this...” Jinana’s murmured words trail off as s/he turns to Heron. His face is as impassive as ever, but for a very faint tightening about his eyes and mouth. S/he reaches out to place hir arm around his waist, offering what comfort s/he can.

#RP: Return to Vesuvia #Scarab and Lotus #jinana aditya #heron phan #vesuvian-disaster-rp

[foxfirefallout]

If Heron is teaching Ell'iandyr, they're gonna do at least some light sparring at some point, soooooooooooooooooo...9? -vesuvian-disaster

Several months and... ~3500 words later, we finally have an answer to this! The prompt, for anyone playing along at home was 'Sparring turns into sex' (or at least something along those lines). We... took some liberties.

Content warnings: physical and magical fights, non-consensual contact

Minors DNI

Under cut for excessive wordcount...

“Yes. Like that.”

Ell’iandyr repeated the gesture, glancing to Heron for another affirmation. “That’s good. Very good. Now, put some energy behind it.”

The makeshift target that had been set up some distance away burst briefly into flames, blue tongues of heat flickering over the surface before extinguishing themselves with a gesture from Heron.

“I’m still not entirely sure that I could set an actual person on fire,” they commented as they considered the faint scorch marks on the target.

Heron looked at them for a moment, and arched an eyebrow. “You don’t think you can set someone on fire, but you have no trouble--”

“That was different! Reflexive, and entirely unintentional. I… just wanted them to go away.*”

“And that’s why we’re doing this now. Setting someone on fire will definitely make them go away, and at significantly less cost to your own personal well-being.”

“I know… but hitting a target is not the same thing as actually… dealing with a person.”

“That’s why we spar. You are getting better. Even if you don’t feel like you are.”

“I know, I know… just…” Ell sighed and shook their head.

“You’d rather not have to learn at all. I know. I can’t be with you all the time, but I can, at least, teach you enough to keep yourself safe.” Heron offered a slight smile as he ghosted a touch over Ell’s cheek. “I teach you to fight because I care. Let’s get to work.”

For the next half hour, Ell resigned themself to a flurry of fast-paced casting. Spells, counter-spells, shields and attacks as well as more mundane means were all fair game with little time to think before reacting. As it would be in a real fight, Heron had reminded them. Heron had also reminded them, repeatedly, that a real fight would not likely last very long, once the first spell was cast. It was cold comfort for the present, however, as they continued to spar and Heron no longer offered suggestions but let Ell work out their best defense for themself.

“That’s very impressive,” Heron said, nodding his approval at Ell, who had fallen onto their back, but maintained a very solid shield spell. “I think we can be done for the time being,” he added, offering a hand to assist Ell back to their feet as the spell dissipated. They weren’t entirely sure how falling on their ass could be viewed as impressive, but they were reasonably sure that Heron wouldn’t try to flatter them over something like this.

“Thank you,” they murmured as they held on to Heron’s hand for a moment, steading themself while Heron ensured their clothes were clean again with a simple gesture. Ell was still holding on as they moved to the edge of the clearing where a small basket lunch waited for them. They had forgotten that Heron had brought that along, but was grateful for his forethought all the same. These practice sessions always left them feeling anxious and unsettled, even though they knew that Heron would not allow them to be hurt in the course of training. A little bruised, perhaps, but nothing that couldn’t be healed easily. What worried them was the notion that they might have to use the skills they were learning at some point when Heron was not around to help.

Ell was quiet as they settled down, watching Heron pour tea and hand over tasty treats that were among their favorites. “Thank you,” they repeated, accepting some spiced bread, magically warmed, and tea freshly brewed.

“You’re welcome, Ell. You really are gaining ground with these practices.”

“I’m feeling a little more confident, yes. But I still hope I never really need to use any of this.”

“So do I, but I feel better knowing that, if you need to, you can.”

For several moments, Ell concentrated on enjoying their tea, staring into the depths and expecting to see nothing save the bottom of the cup. They weren’t here to do a reading, after all, and seldom looked into their own future unless circumstances seemed dire.

Ell’s thoughts, such as they were, were broken when Heron spoke again. "I'm sorry I'm having to push you through this training. You have a gentle nature."

“I know that you’re doing it because you care. And I do appreciate it. I would rather know.”

***

Work for a client had taken Ell into a part of the city they did not often venture, but when the older woman came to their shop, pleading for help to find her grandchild, Ell could hardly refuse. Such work did not always end well, but in this case, they were able to locate the girl before too long, and with the grateful thanks (and generous payment) of the family, they headed towards home.

When the feeling of lightheadedness struck them, Ell realized that stopping for food was going to be necessary, if they wished to make it out of the district in one piece. Fortunately for them, taverns and pubs were plentiful throughout the city and they ducked into the first one they came to, placing an order at the bar for light ale and some food before finding a table in the corner.

All the while, they were scanning the place, all the more wary for how exhausted their last job had left them. This was something else that Heron had warned them about, and something they clearly needed to work on. At least their food was served with no incident and they were able to enjoy it in peace.

As they were readying to leave, it seemed that some of the clientele felt that it was time to make the evening more interesting. And, being a stranger in the tavern, it was clear to them, at least, that Ell was the most interesting thing in the room.

“Hey there, gorgeous! Leaving so soon?”

Ell felt someone grasp at their arm, but they tried shrugging it off as they headed to the door.

No such luck.

“Naw… you’re gonna stay awhile,” another voice slurred in their ear as another hand grasped their arm.

“I don’t think so,” Ell managed in their calmest voice as they reached up to remove one of the hands that held them, electricity gathering in their touch. Fire seemed ill-advised in an atmosphere already rife with alcohol fumes and exceedingly flammable furnishings.

The shock was enough to get one person to let go, but the impeding grasp was replaced before Ell could make much headway to the door.The swore quietly to themselves as the tumult of voices grew louder, some jeering the person who’d let go, others commenting on the ‘liveliness’ of their ‘new friend.’

“Is there a problem here?”

This was a familiar voice, calm and orderly in the face of the tavern turmoil. And it was not a voice that expected to wait for an answer.

Though Ell had sparred with Heron and was familiar with his fighting technique, they still could not quite follow all that happened in the next few moments. For them, it was sufficient that they were no longer being held and that no one seemed to have any more interest in impeding their exit.

Seeming satisfied with the result, Heron offered Ell his hand and together they made their way to the door.

Outside, in the relatively fresh evening air, Ell turned to thank Heron, and ask just how he’d come to be in the area. The words died on their lips as Heron leaned close to murmur, “You let yourself run low… we should see if we can do something about that.”

The purr in Heron’s voice, coupled with the now very welcome arm around their waist meant that Ell was developing a very good idea of just what Heron had in mind. In a few steps they were away from the tavern, and in a few more, Heron had led them down a small, dark alley. In a fluid motion, and with no thought of self-defense, Ell found themself pressed against the cool stone of a building, struggling to catch their breath as Heron trailed kisses over their neck, his teeth grazing over Ell’s skin. His hands supported them, running along their sides as they failed to find any sort of equilibrium.

If it was anyone but Heron, Ell would have been in a panic, frantic to get away, to get home. Now, all they could think of was submitting to Heron’s whim, shivering a little as they became intimately aware of magical hands, along with Heron’s own.

“H-Heron…”

“No one’s going to notice us. I promise.” Indeed, the sounds of the street and tavern seemed more distant to them, a vague susurration, rather than the raucous cries they’d heard only moments before. “I’d hate for you to have to go too far. As depleted as you are.” 

The words were murmured against Ell’s neck before Heron bit at their collarbone, then shifted to claim their lips for a kiss. Though they were left breathless by Heron’s intensity, they returned the gesture and were very aware of the flow of energy through the contact; their own magical reserves beginning to regain what had been lost over the course of their evening’s work.

As the kiss deepened, Ell twined one hand in the soft curls of Heron’s hair. There was no reason to worry about Heron drawing away when it was clear that this was exactly what Heron wanted to be doing-- but it was a way to steady themselves, to find grounding in a sensation that was not the caress and grasp of hands that they were now beginning to lose count of.

When the kiss broke, Ell gasped, breathing heavily, but Heron seemed entirely unphased. He did seem intent on keeping Ell breathless,those various hands tugging at their clothes to caress the skin hidden underneath while he continued to nip along the sensitive line of their jaw. 

They curled their fingers in Heron’s hair, their other arm wrapped around his shoulders. When they felt a very firm, decidedly flesh hand grasp their ass, though, they froze for a moment, tensing their own hold on Heron as the reality of the situation suddenly came into full focus for them.

Above them the night sky, what they could glimpse beyond the rooftops surrounding them, was clear and painfully distant, the full moon only just now high enough to shine down on them. At their back, they were aware of each chisel-mark hewn into the stone, catching at the fabric of their tunic. There would be marks, they thought as they blinked and found that Heron was staring at them intently, his breaths still falling with perfect regularity.

“My place is closer. I’d really rather that you did not go home alone tonight,” he murmured, something like an apology in his voice as he eased back, helping Ell regain their feet and smooth their ruffled clothes. Soon, it was only Heron’s hands, none of the magical ones, giving their hair a stroke and trailing over their neck to see if marks had been left.

Though Ell was not entirely sure what had caused the sudden shift in mood, they managed a nod. “I’d really rather not be alone tonight,” they admitted, nerves still buzzing from the combined adrenaline of getting out of the tavern and being very forcibly kissed by the person who had done that for them.

Heron nodded and, arm once again wrapped around Ell, led the way back out of the alleyway and through the district to his own home. It seemed to Ell that the noises they expected to hear were still distant, coming to them through the fog of whatever spell Heron was keeping up. It also seemed that, as they went, their path was entirely clear and no one they passed even glanced their direction. For this, at least, Ell was grateful-- they were not glowing, but they were feeling far more disheveled than they liked, despite (or perhaps because of) Heron’s best efforts.

The chime over the door sounded as Heron opened it, and Cicero scampered forward to investigate them both. When he discovered that there were no treats in the offing for him, he slipped out the door, presumably to find some trouble of his own to get into.

“Did I… discomfort you?” The door was closed again, and Heron was watching them, his face registering hints of concern.

“I was surprised,” Ell admitted. “You aren’t usually so, um, impulsive.”

“Ah. That.” He quirked a slight smile, reaching up to trail his finger’s over Ell’s jaw and neck, noting that where he’d bitten was no longer red, even if it was clear from the change in Ell’s breath that they remembered exactly what he had been doing. “A brawl can leave me feeling… amorous. It isn’t exactly the same as sparing or practicing, so there was no reason to bring it up.”

“I see. Are you still feeling… ‘amorous?’”

“Oh, yes. Very much so.” Heron’s touch ghosted again over Ell’s neck, feeling their pulse racing again even as they tried to appear outwardly calm. “And here we have the prospect of a much more comfortable venue. If you’re inclined.”

“I’m inclined,” Ell replied, closing the little distance that remained to claim a kiss of their own. They brought their hands up to tangle again in Heron’s hair and this time were entirely unsurprised when they felt Heron’s hands moving over their ribs and hips, pausing to grasp their ass.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Heron murmured when the kiss broke, shifting his weight to gather Ell into his arms.

‘Show-off,’ Ell thought to themself as they were carried up the stairs, retwining their arms around Heron’s shoulders, fingers trailing absently along the back of his neck. 

They were not particularly worried about being too much of a distraction while Heron made his way up the stairs, the door to his room opening obligingly ahead of them, and closing with the same consideration. Ell stared at the door for a long moment, relaxing slightly in Heron’s arms as the realization that they absolutely will not be seen sank in. “Thank you,” they murmured, lips brushing over Heron’s cheek as he stepped over to the bed to set them down.

“You’re welcome,” Heron replied, hand ghosting over their cheek for a moment. Then the gesture expanded as he quirked a smile and snapped his fingers.

“Show-off,” Ell murmured aloud as they lounged on the bed, entirely nude thanks to Heron’s spell, their clothes in a reasonably tidy pile on the floor. “You aren’t going to let me get cold, are you?” they asked as they shifted against the fine linen.

“Of course not,” Heron replied as he turned away to undress by more mundane means.

Ell sat up a little more, thinking to help Heron, only to be arrested by the feel of very warm, decidedly magical hands running over their skin.

“Just stay there… you’ve had a long day,” Heron murmured, not turning around as he started to unfasten his tunic. He worked with purposeful slowness, brass eyes flashing in the mirror to watch Ell’s favorable reactions to the most recent spell… and to being watched.

For a moment, all of Ell’s attention was taken up by the feeling of warmth as the hands wandered over them, watching how tenderly the polished brass figments caressed their arms, legs and chest until one slid over their shoulder, a finger crooking under their chin. With gentle pressure, Ell’s gaze was lifted until they could see themself in the mirror, and see also that, though his back was to them, they had all of Heron’s attention.

“I hope you’re not feeling too chilled,” Heron commented as he finished undoing the last fastenings of his tunic and letting it fall away as he watched Ell’s reflection. They were looking a little flushed, lips parted as, one by one, the hands vanished, turning invisible at Heron’s whim.

Ell was still very much aware that they were present however; the warmth was unmistakable, even if they could no longer track the paths of the hands visually. “I’m… I’m fine. Thank you,” they added, lest Heron somehow think they were not appreciative of the effort.

“Good,” he replied as he cast his shoes aside, then began to peel out of his trousers. All the while, though, Heron watched Ell’s reflection, noting their little gasps as the attention of the now-invisible hands grew more intimate. Heron was very well aware that Ell did not care for being handled roughly, but careful pinches here and there, with the promise of more tender attention to follow did not seem to spoil the mood.

Only when his trousers had joined the rest of the garments on the floor did Heron bother to turn around and approach Ell once more. That Ell liked to watch (and occasionally be watched) was something that had taken some time to discover, and the effect that it had on them was more than obvious now. 

Lounging on the bed, Ell sought out Heron’s gaze, shifting to better pose for their audience of one. They were very sure that Heron knew exactly what each of the hands he had manifested were doing, but played into the touches all the same before extending their own hand in invitation. Being watched was delicious, but what would be even better would be to have Heron close and kissable.

For a moment, it seemed that Heron was considering his options before taking Ell’s hand and brushing a kiss over their knuckles. With the same deliberate care he had shown since arriving home, he knelt on the bed, trailing kisses up Ell’s arm as he did so. After a lingering kiss to the crook of their elbow, he nipped delicately, teeth grazing sensitive skin before working back towards their wrist. Another kiss was pressed to their palm before he took one of their fingers between his lips, sucking carefully while he watched Ell’s eyes flutter closed, lost to the myriad of sensations.

The bed was, in Ell’s considered opinion, significantly more comfortable than the stone wall in the alley had been, a point driven home as Heron’s weight settled more fully over them. They could feel Heron’s hips rocking against them, a very deliberate tease as he released one finger, only to begin nibbling at the next. Surrounded by the scent of citron, underscored with a more subtle muskyness, Ell sank deeper, their free hand splaying across Heron’s hip as they began to move with him.

Heron offered a little hum of pleasure as they built upon the leisurely rhythm. There was no reason to rush in the comfort and safety of home, so he focused his attention instead on the magical hands that continued to caress Ell. It was hardly a challenge to summon a lubricant to those hands, nor to ensure that lubricant was suitably warmed before being applied.

With a soft gasp, Ell opened their eyes, focusing on Heron as much as they could through the haze of sensation. “H-heron?” they breathed, fingers clutching at his hip as he shifted again, positioning himself to sink down on their cock.

“Yes. Like that.”

Hands tangled in their hair, fingernails grazing their chest and always, always, the familiar scent of citron enveloping them. Ell’s gaze was becoming unfocused again as they stared up at their lover, flexing their grip at Heron’s hip as he rode them.

“That’s good. Very good. Now…”

When Ell found release, they could offer no warning and their cry was wordless and ecstatic, but even that was too much, too loud, and as their body shook with the pleasure of the climax they held their arm across their face to hide. In the quiet and relative dark of the room, it was too much to feel, too great a gift of pleasure after everything the day had held for them. And still, there were hands smoothing over their skin. Only two hands; Heron’s hands as he eased away only enough to free them, reverent kisses pressed above their thrumming heart.

“Just stay there, Ell’iandyr,” Heron murmured as he refreshed their skin with a spell and eased the fine linen sheets over them. 

Ell was sure that even if they wanted to go home, they wouldn’t be able to manage on their own. Even opening their eyes was a struggle now, their whole world the feel of Heron’s weight as it shifted beside them, of his touch on their face, or smoothing their hair. There was nowhere else they could imagine feeling safer, or more content, than where they were right now.

“You’ve had a long day.”

 *The incident to which they are referring occurred when Ell was out alone and almost mugged. In that instance, Ell’s form of ‘self defense’ was to essentially yeet the attacker into an entirely different timeline/reality. The amount of magical energy spent in that action, however, left them comatose for several days.

#asks answered #heron phan #my writing

[vesuvian-disaster]

The Ultimate Fate of Heron's Parents

Phan Văn Liêm and Peregrinia Pecora-Phan died in the initial days of the plague. Due to recent declarations by the Quaestor into the 'investigation' of the sickness, Heron was unable to give his parents proper burials.

Heron is unaware of the whole truth of the ultimate fate of his parents' bodies, but knows that they would have been studied. That this would have acceptable to them, hopeful that they could have been a help even in death, does not make it any easier for him.

Unfortunately, this likely means that they are either preserved specimens, or were thrown to Valdemar's beetle well after they were studied.

#Like Clockwork #Phan Văn Liêm #Peregrinia Pecora-Phan #who wants painful lore? #i do apparently #cw death #cw plague

[petnews2day]

'Nature lover' will get referred to as out for trapping wild chicken that preyed on his pet fish, Singapore Information

New Post has been published on https://petnews2day.com/pet-news/bird-news/nature-lover-will-get-referred-to-as-out-for-trapping-wild-chicken-that-preyed-on-his-pet-fish-singapore-information/?utm_source=TR&utm_medium=Tumblr+%230&utm_campaign=social

'Nature lover' will get referred to as out for trapping wild chicken that preyed on his pet fish, Singapore Information

This man calls himself a “nature lover”, however his act of trapping a chicken was not too long ago referred to as out on-line. Taking to Fb yesterday (Nov 10), Chen Phan Yeeh shared a photograph on the Singapore Wildlife Sightings group of a caged chicken in his residence. “The heron that has been eyeing and […]

See full article at https://petnews2day.com/pet-news/bird-news/nature-lover-will-get-referred-to-as-out-for-trapping-wild-chicken-that-preyed-on-his-pet-fish-singapore-information/?utm_source=TR&utm_medium=Tumblr+%230&utm_campaign=social #BirdNews

#bird #chicken #fish #for #get #his #information #lover #nature #news #out #pet #preyed #referred #singapore #that #trapping #wild #will #Bird News

[daisydevorak]

Heron! Belongs to @vesuvian-disaster​

#heron phan #not my mc #my art #ty again for 100 followers <3

[thevault889]

August 19, 2020 Show

A new conversational series for KUCI News titled, “We the People,” aired on today’s show alongside the music. The snippets of today’s featured interview included former KUCI News Director, Sabrina Fang, and former KUCI News Editors, Tina Tee and Karena Phan. Check out the premiere episode of “We the People” at https://soundcloud.com/kucinews/sets/we-the-people-premiere-episode.

Key: Artist - Song - Album (*** = New Release)

10AM to 12PM: World (Boleros, Rancheras, Contemporary Latinx)

1. Pistones - Lo Que Quieres Oir - Persecucion

2. Hermanas Hernández - Humanidad - Boleros Románticos

3. Marcela Galvan - Mentiras Tuyas - La Colección Del Siglo

4. Las Hermanas Núñez - Reconciliacion - Las Hermanas Núñez 7 Grandes Rancheros, Vol. 1

5. Carmen Delia Dipini (ft. Johnny Rodriguez Y Su Trio) - Conozco La Verdad - Grandes Éxitos De Carmen Delia Dipiní

6. Las Hermanas Núñez - Clemencia - 18 Exitos de las Hermanas Núñez

7. Chela Campos - Jamas - Cosas del Ayer

8. Paco Infante - Something - 70’s on Spanish Guitar

9. Carmen Delia Dipini (ft. La Sonora Matancera) - Dímelo - Canta

10. Chayito Valdéz - No me preguntes por él - 20 éxitos de Chayito Valdéz con Banda

11. Javier Solis - Una limosna - El rey del bolero Ranchero

12. Hermanas Hernández - Conozco a los Dos - 20 Exitos de Colección

13. La Revolución De Emiliano Zapata - Se Enamoro - Éxitos Románticos (De Colección)

14. centavrvs - La Tierra Habla (Interludio) - Sombras de Oro

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15. Nahuatl - Volveré - Volumen I

16. Silvio Rodríguez - Esto no Es Una Elegía - Mujeres

17. La Revolución De Emiliano Zapata - Viajera - Éxitos Románticos (De Colección)

18. Sui Generis - Canción para Mi Muerte - Vida

19. Mecano - Maquillaje -  Mecanografíalo

20. La otra - Se Quemó - Pa’fuera y Pa’dentro

21. Mecano - Ay Que Pesado - Entre El Cielo Y El Suelo

22. La otra - Contigo - Pa’fuera y Pa’dentro

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12PM TO 2PM: THE GRAB BAG MIX

1. Hoops - Don’t Panic - English Breakfast EP

2. Hippo Campus - traveler - warm glow EP 

3. Gil Scott-Heron (ft. Makaya McCraven) - Running - We’re New Again (A Reimagining by Makaya McCraven)

4. Kali Uchis - Your Teeth In My Neck - Isolation

5. SadGirl - Norma & Jessica - Vol. One

6. Dirty Projectors - Self Design - Flight Tower

7. Menahan Street Band - Make the Road By Walking - Make the Road By Walking

8. King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Real’s Not Real - Fishing For Fishies

9. Sarah Kay - 14th Amendment - 27: The Most Perfect Album

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10. Gil Scott-Heron - The Revolution Will Not Be Televised - Pieces of a Man (1971)

11. Last Dinosaurs - Sunday Night - In A Million Years (Tour Edition)

12. Hippo Campus - Passenger - Bambi

13. King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - The Great Chain of Being - Gumboot Soup

14. Dirty Art Club -LSDemons - Gardens

15. Brotherkenzie - POEMS ON MY PHONE - BIG WHAT

16. Kali Uchis (ft. Tyler, The Creator; Bootsy Collins) - After The Storm - Isolation

#vaultarchive

[the-iron-orchid]

Celebrating Heron's birthday with a lil thirst-trap render, ft. the classic 'hint o' cock' :3

(Heron, of course, belongs to @vesuvian-disaster!)

Link to full size render under the cut...

[ Full Size Render ]

#my art #Heron Phan #arcana oc #nudity

[the-iron-orchid]

Sometimes I think about how Heron lost both of his parents to the Red Plague so early on that it wasn't really known what was happening, or how bad it would get

And then, upon his return to Vesuvia, instead of being embittered that some were actually able to survive the Plague, he starts handing out expensive magical tokens to improve their quality of life - specifically because others who lost loved ones may take their pain out on survivors, and because of lingering (unfounded) fears that survivors may be reservoirs of Plague contagion

His own loss and the relentless logic of his Clockwork Soul (deliberately written like a sort of Magical Fantasy Autism) make him more compassionate, not less

IDK man it just gets me, good job making this person @vesuvian-disaster lol

#heron phan #the bromance

[the-iron-orchid]

Heron and Jinana are ready for @the-midsummer-masquerade! 🎭

Heron Phan belongs to @vesuvian-disaster; link to full sized render under the cut!

Both are available for Midsummer Masquerade fun, just talk to us! I will be releasing reference renders with the full details of their outfits soon, for the artists out there who want to do a little something something with them. :3

[ Full Sized Render ]

#POV: 'You can't sit with us' lmao #vesuviaafterdark #heron phan #jinana aditya #spicy #also this is the one time of year you can get your OC topped by both Heron AND Jinana :3 #my art #midsummer masq

[the-iron-orchid]

Jinana helps Ell prepare their mass quantity of hair before they both take a nice social soak with Heron at one of Vesuvia’s many public baths.

(Ell’iandyr belongs to @foxfirefallout and Heron belongs to @vesuvian-disaster! Link to full size under the cut...)

[ Full Size Render ]

#my art #Ell'iandyr #Heron Phan #the bromance #the arcana ocs #other people's OCs #Jinana just nakey s/he dgaf lol

[the-iron-orchid]

Midsummer Masquerade, Day 2: Lingerie + Impact Play (Heron/Jinana/Valerius)

Jinana laughs, tipping the wineglass so that it almost - but not quite - spills out onto hir leg. "A wonderful Venterrean red, lovely notes of currant and spice... Oh, I’m sorry, Consul... are you thirsty?”

Probably the only time you’ll see Heron and Jinana wreck someone at the same time lmao

Warnings, two uncensored angles and a closeup under the cut! (I can’t even show Valerius lmao)

Warnings: anal sex, lingerie (of course), Toes In His Mouth Tuesday (just for @bottomvalerius 🤗), faintly visible erect peen, riding crop and associated marks. 🔞🍋 Minors DNI!

Angle 1

Angle 2

Closeup: Valerius is lost in the sauce

#vesuviaafterdark #midsummer masq #my art #consul valerius #heron phan #jinana aditya #lemon

[the-iron-orchid]

Jinana’s Birthday Renderpalooza! 

Requested By: The Squad

Heron and Jinana share a birthday dance. Their parents hoped SO HARD that they'd get together 😔

The Violently Melon-Colored Choli is, in fact, part of a Violently Melon-Colored Sari that Heron's mother made for Jinana. She completed the choli and the drape, but passed away before she could finish the skirt, which Heron and Jinana later completed in her memory.

(Heron, of course, belongs to @vesuvian-disaster!)

#my art #Renderpalooza! #Heron Phan #Jinana Aditya #The Bromance #arcana OCs

[the-iron-orchid]

Apprenticember, Day 25

What’s your favorite thing about your mc?

Jinana was designed from the ground up to be a foil for Julian, utterly (from my view) complementary.

However.

@vesuvian-disaster and I originally planned to have two timelines: one where Jinana was the MC, and one where Heron was the MC. In the end, it was decided that it was just too sad for Heron to lose everything like that, it would have been incredibly difficult for him to recover. So we decided that they were simply so ride-or-die that not even death and total amnesia could separate them.

While Jinana and Heron were also designed to be complementary, in an entirely different set of ways, it ended up going much deeper and further than either of us expected - going well beyond merely a bromance, into QPPs... and really into soulmates, two halves of the same fool. In every continuity, Heron is the one constant in Jinana's life, the one person who understands hir better than anyone.

So here's to the ultimate BroTP, Jinana and Heron - Chaos and Order, the Scarab and the Lotus, in this world and any other.

#NOOOOO OTHER LOOOOOOVE HAVE IIIIIIIIIIIII~ #the bromance #apprenticember #Jinana Aditya #Heron Phan

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Apprenticember, Day 5

Do they have any other friends outside of canon? What about the minor characters?

🌺 Phan Đạt Linh Heron has been Jinana's friend since childhood, when they apprenticed together under Master Efisio Borgia. Of course, s/he no longer remembers this, but the bond remains; Heron returned from Prakra one year after the ritual took place to find Asra caring for a severely impaired Jinana, and immediately began assisting in hir rehabilitation.

🌺Jinana is introduced to Praefectus Marcus Aquila Summanus by Portia, and quickly takes a liking to em. Despite having a rather flighty nervous energy, eir pointed observations and acerbic wit defuse a lot of hir apprehensions around working for the Countess, and eir knowledge of the history, inner workings and dirty laundry of the Palace are invaluable to hir investigation.

🌺 Of course a friendship forms between Mazelinka and Jinana; they are in league together to make sure Julian doesn't run himself into the ground with his own lack of self-care. Jinana is also fascinated by her magical recipes, which are very different from what s/he knows, yet just as effective, and loves learning about them.

🌺 Navra takes a bit of a shine to Jinana and very much wishes to help hir regain hir love for and knowledge of Prakran classical dance. They also bond over their shared ability to perceive auras.

🌺 Nazali becomes Jinana's friend through the medium of Julian, and drops by the clinic whenever they can to talk shop and pick up supplies. Heron eventually offers to transform their beloved hideous waist-bag into a magical Bag of Holding, much to the chagrin of their sisters.

🌺 Natiqa and Jinana (both of whom have The Wheel of Fortune as their patron Arcana) almost immediately form a chaos4chaos friendship - Natiqa supplies the prank ideas, and Jinana supplies the magic to make them happen. Together, they are something of a terror around the Palace grounds. Beware of giant chooks, horse-sized hedgehogs, and spots where gravity suddenly does not play by the rules.

#apprenticember #jinana aditya #heron phan #marcus aquila summanus #arcana fan apprentice #arcana ocs #the bromance

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As promised, a standing version so that their outfits can be better seen for reference. Link to full version without the hilarious clip art under the cut!

Warnings: Faintly-visible neeps with piercings, one (1) faintly-visible shrub.

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#jinana aditya #heron phan #my art #midsummer masq #Jinana like: 'go get you some of that' lmao #spicy