#deep purple varient

[gayflagblog]

[ Image transcription: Four versions of the gay man flag by gayflagblog. The first  has three green/teal stripes, a white middle stripe, and three dark purple stripes. The second has a green stripe, a teal stripe, a white stripe, and two dark purple stripes. The third has a green stripe, a teal stripe, a white stripe, and three dark purple stripes. The fourth has  three green/teal stripes, a white middle stripe,  and two dark purple stripes. end transcription ]

Deep Purple flags, variant made by @mlmlover-thoughts for those who enjoy purple. The first flag was made by him, and the other three were made by me with his permission. These have been added to the carrd and “High Quality Flags” Imgur album linked in my pinned post.

Like the other versions/variants, these flags have the same usage rights, meanings as, and can be used interchangeably with every flag on @gayflagblog. I am open to tweaking the new colors or making versions of the double-mars, hyacinth, and Philadelphia flags with any of these flags on request!

#deep purple varient #deep purple flags #(calling them deep purple to avoid confusion with the more purple/warmer flags fyi)

[elizakai]

More CrossDust soul sharing

(I’m not sorry :) also in framing this with the shipping potential but this could be completely non romantic btw)

Continuing to play along with the Post Underverse Varient scenario (Dust being classic post underverse, and Cross and Dust still sharing a SOUL)

⬇️✨BELOW THE CUT ✨⬇️

Cross probably either sees, hears, or senses Phantom Papyrus :)

Is Papyrus really a ghost. No.

Is he a figment of Dust’s mind? Yes.

Are souls considered the heart mind and center of a monster? Yes. Therefore I think Cross would be in for quite the shock, and actually possibly perceive ( not necessarily see) the phantom around Dust at times, since they are sharing a physical SOUL

In reverse, since this is a variant scenario and Cross wouldn’t have been split from Chara, acknowledging X!Chara we could argue that Dust can also, to whatever extent, perceive and/or hear X!Chara

Especially since Cross and Chara would both technically be living off of what is (or was) Dust’s SOUL…

Also! Since Cross is still connected with X!Chara, he still has access to HAX.

We’ve seen Cross/Chara basically overwrite injuries that Cross takes, a self healing ability essentially.

They are SOUL sharing with Dust, could they apply that ability to him? If he can apply the self “healing” to himself, he theoretically could to someone he’s linked to.

(although I could imagine dust finding it uncomfortable as he’s seen things “reset” just a FEW too many times to be keen on it. I also Image the ability would be more limited as Dust’s overall makeup is different)

It would be interesting if they could share HAX with Dust as well.

Depending on what SOUL headcanons are being used it opens a lot of ideas.

I assume the portion of SOUL Cross took would accommodate to his own magic/make up over time.

Could Cross/(Chara?) then share those abilities with Dust through the SOUL link? They could provide attacks, HAX, healing, weapons or possibly even portals through the SOUL link if they were to be in sync.

What they could or couldn’t use would depend heavily on how in sync they are, and what level of communication they have.

(After all they aren’t telepathic, so they may have to be in the same general area…Unless Chara can connect and communicate with Dust through the SOUL, then that gives them a large advantage)

(Also for the record Dust would probably not like Chara much.💀 He’s smart though, he’d recognize the difference between a Chara and the player/anomaly he faced. Maybe he’d grow on him, he’s used to nagging voices lmao. Besides, Chara is probably lonely…)

Unless Dust can directly communicate with Chara through the soul and be like “yo help me out”, when it comes to HAX it would need to be initiated by Cross. (Meaning dust couldn’t access their hacking abilities by himself. I imagine in practice it would be like reaching for the weapon like a normal attack, as a sort of request, and Cross could feel the pull and can either provide it or not)

(here bbg, lemme just summon you a giant f@cking knife from across the battle field🫦be your abilities sugar daddy-)

Similarly, with practice or experimentation they probably could access a sort of shared magic pool. Dust has a deep well of magic to pull from, if Cross could Tap into that Dust could provide an extra boost in combat or dire situations.

Unlike Dust being dependent on Cross for access to HAX, Cross could do this on command. (They both have Purple magic which is convenient) It can be assumed he’d only do this if it’s needed, as he’d be taking magic directly from Dust.

Lastly little scenario here, X!gaster can mess with Cross.

If they share a soul can X!gaster by extension fuck with Dust hypothetically…?

They are both (sigh and Chara) very determined individuals, for better or worse that’s a punchy combo X) all done with ideas for now-

(crawls back into the sea of blankets mischievously)

#utmv #Cross sans #dust sans #underverse #xtale cross #murder sans #dusttale sans #sans aus #undertale #ut au #bad sanses #crossdust #Cross x dust #or not #xtale chara #phantom papyrus #xgaster #undertale varients #Ideas #kai rambles #Sans #I LIKE THEM FIGHT ME

[642spaghettiprincess]

"Steve / myth varients"

Playcraft

Minecraft × Smiling Critters

During the war when the Rubies fell,

There was a reason why the Citrines fell.

Amythyst, Opal, and Lapis teamed up as one empire. The diamonds / faries were their own.

During the war, The faries teamed up with the group (Old builders.)

The first three that were known were called Emeralds, Lapis, and Ruby (Steve's) They were made out of the most purest of fairy magic and gems.

While the war continued, other gems (steves) were added.

These eight variants had differnt purposes. With Emerald and Opal being the most aggressive for main line of defense, Red, pink and purple for healing, while blue, teal and orange were potion were for building or repairing fallen land, it came with a price on their lives.

Since these eight weren't born but rather made out of fairy magic and gems, they were seen as a danger to the faries and were shunned away to the far lands. However, it just made it worse. They didn't stay, rather they left to the different corners of the world creating chaos.

The faries realized this and had to make more powerful variants to keep them down. However, it came with a bigger price.

Galaxy, Rainbow and Coal, were more powerful than any evil combined and more powerful than any other colour Varient by many times.

The gem Steve's kept their powers to a minimum and hid away themselves from the world. However, with good comes evil.

These three are the coin of the opposite side of the other three.

Nightmare, White, and Orgion controlled Time and creation in destruction. Not only that, they were more powerful than Even Galaxy, rainbow, and Coal combined. (Entity 303, Solar Nova, and Null would be outmatched.)

Since these three were known as the Crimson overlords, everyone stayed out of their way. Everyone either died, or went into hibernation, waiting for these three to die. However, that will never happen. And ever since the war ended, they split apart from eachother gaining their own territory and control, making each part of the world have different problems.

Becuse of this, the old builders made Wardens and Withers to ward the overlords off. (It backfired.) It ended the Old builders by making them flee to the nether and end to a suicide walk.

The fairies also closed off their world to anyone that dares to enter. Even though the Crimson overlords are powerful, they can't enter the most purest forms of fairy magic. They see that as death and off limited territory.

Once the fairies and Old builders left, there was nothing for the Overlords in this world. So they all went under a deep slumber for eons, right after they made sure every other (steve) was asleep.

However, Solar Nova hasn't been asleep at all. Hes been hiding out in caves, waiting for them to sleep. Since he is awake, the gods of minecraft will awaken soon..

#smiling critters #poppy playtime #poppy playtime oc #smiling critters oc #minecraft

[claymorecreations]

What They Smell Like

feat. diluc, kaeya, xiao, albedo, zhongli, tartaglia. genre: fluff warnings: slight spoilers for kaeya, xiao and tartaglias story quests/background ig?

before you interact, please read my rules.

🍷 diluc;

grapes. being a winery owner; smelling like the main ingredient used to make wine comes as a given. it depends which variety of wine he’s specialising in assisting with that day, sometimes he smells like the deep, black, grapes that are used to make merlot. sometimes it’s the sweet reds that are used to make your classic red wine, and sometimes he smells slightly bitter, like the green grapes that are used to make white wine.

cedarwood. dawn winery is surrounded by cedar trees, so it’s only natural for him to have his clothes lingering with the distinct smell of the wood. it’s got a slightly smokey undertone to it that just makes the crimson haired man smell just a tiny bit more like home. the smokey smell also makes sense considering he’s a pyro vision holder..

cinnamon. sticking with the fact that diluc is a pyro vision holder, the smell of smokiness again only comes naturally. but he has a slightly warmer undertone to it that makes it much more homely. he smells like the warmth that comes with entering a home during the holidays, the kind of smell that draws you in and makes you much more relaxed.

🍷 kaeya;

wine. this is only natural considering the amount of time he spends in the angels share tavern. thankfully; he makes sure it’s a much more muted varient and you can only faintly smell the bitterness that comes with wine. he favours red wine to white, so luckily; he smells very sweet. 

spruce trees. cryo users, in my opinion, just remind me of spruce trees. i’m not sure if it’s because i used to play minecraft and favoured the taiga biomes or if it’s just because i admire how tall they are.. but nevertheless. he has a very mild undertone of spruce wood, that hits your senses ever so slightly, but it also pairs with a sense of stability. a very suitable scent for someone trying to hide a very dark past.

mint. again; going with the same association with the spruce trees; i do believe that kaeya smells of mint. it’s often associated with cold things, and is paired quite nicely with things that are often made with ice. but he also likes to make sure he smells fresh. mint can sometimes have an overwhelming scent, but because it’s a natural smell that comes from his vision, it’s a lot more calming.. and you feel energised whenever you’re around him.

🍷 xiao;

lavender. i truly believe xiao has a lot of anxiety, given everything that happened to him. i think he was told by someone, perhaps it was you, that lavender helps calm his nerves down, so now.. if he ever gets overwhelmed, he makes sure to take some time away to just indulge himself in the calming aroma that comes from the pretty purple flowers. it also helps you feel a lot more at ease around him, and that provides both of you with equal amounts of comfort.

lemon. the citrusy zing of the lemon just immediately makes me think of xiao. it’s a pleasant scent, that can leave quite a lingering bitter aftertaste if ingested too much or too quickly, and i believe that can also be relatable in terms of xiaos personality. he’s generally quite a closed off person, so i think being able to spend time with him, and copious amounts of it, should be viewed as a luxury not to be taken advantage of.

smoke. now, hear me out; when xiao puts his mask on, he’s surrounded by black smoke that consumes him and allows him to teleport from place to place.. well.. surely that smell would linger overtime if he uses his ability too much, right? luckily; it’s not too overwhelming and it doesn’t overpower the other, more pleasing, scents.. and it’s moreso what you smell when he leaves the room.. so don’t worry too much about that.

🍷 albedo;

chalk. this is given for two reasons. the most obvious reason being that he’s the chalk prince, an inhuman being made completely out of chalk. but the other reason being that he spends a lot of his time sketching if he doesn’t have any alchemy plans for the day. it isn’t an overpowering scent, and is actually rather bland, but it’s albedo’s natural scent.. so it’s not too bad.

ink. now you wouldn’t think that this would be a very pleasant scent.. but i personally like the smell of ink. it proves just how hard working albedo is. sometimes, when he’s using his quill, the ink’ll spill out and you’ll have to assist him in washing it off, but it gives you the opportunity of intimacy. albedo, almost like xiao, is quite closed off, so i think intimate moments like that are to be cherished, and he really appreciates it too.

cinnamon. now, because albedo spends a lot of time in dragonspine, he’s bound to have a residual smell of smoke from all of the fires that are lit up in the cold, but with albedo not being a human, he’s not going to smell exactly of ashes. he carries a naturally sweet scent, so being surrounded by so much heat, in my opinion, helps him smell like a smokey cinnamon stick.

🍷 zhongli;

vanilla. zhongli is a traditional man, so he doesn’t concern himself too much.. luckily he has a natural aroma of sweet vanilla pods that make you want to stick around him as long as possible. the neutral scent is quite accurate i think, considering that he is very knowledgeable on all things, comes across as overall very kind, but he also has his own dark side that he’s not exactly quiet about either. he’s simply.. neutral about it all.

books. now; that being said about him being very traditional; deep musky scents are also a very simple staple. he spends so much time reminiscing about everything, he almost smells like a brand new book you pick up from a library or a bookstore, almost too fragile to touch but you can’t help but run your hands along the spine anyway.

sandalwood. this woodsy tone is very pleasant to even the least observant of people, and i truly believe zhongli smells very pleasant. he smells just like a freshly cleaned home would smell like.. maybe that explains why you can’t seem to pull yourself away from him until he offers to walk you home.. a truly traditional gentleman.

🍷 tartaglia;

mint. similar to kaeyas reasoning; mint is often partnered with cold things. quite perfectly suited for someone like tartaglia. being from snezhnaya, a region known to not be unlike (or perhaps even worse than) dragonspine, he has a naturally chilly scent that’s paired with a sweet undertone that leaves you feeling energised. it also explains why he seems to have a neverending amount of stamina.

pine trees. often found in cold climates, pine trees again have a very distinct smell, that’s both fresh and calming all at the same time. quite fitting for someone like tartaglia. no matter how far away from snezhnaya he gets, he’ll never be able to escape the beauty of the tall pine trees that seemed to surround him wherever he went. with pine trees being so tall, you can’t help but feel a little overwhelmed, maybe a little on edge as well.. which is awfully fitting for the way tartaglia makes you feel.

figs. a fruit that is most commonly seen around the holiday season, this fruit has an undeniable sweet scent that draws you in. it can also taste quite bitter if eaten when it’s out of season, which is why i think it suits tartaglia best. you have to catch tartaglia at the right moment to have him be sweet without any ill intentions, so i believe the scent of the fig suits him quite nicely.

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#diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #xiao x reader #albedo x reader #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader

[docleonidas]

Part 4a: Grimwald/lizardfold, notes from the files of Dr Histros

The Grimwald are an oddity in the galactic community, to the point that our species was believed to be two similar, but completely different species. In fact, we believed the same thing, as both Grimwald and Lizardfold had originated from different planets in a cluster of stars commonly known as Kaloth.

It was only about 3 generations ago that a third variants was discovered in the Kaloth cluster that a scientist thought to compare our genetics and discovered close to 97% was identical. Of course, this news caused a lot of controversy, and both our variants species argued, but it was ultimately agreed to merge both under the same name, the Grimwald.

The third variant has been left alone, due to them having not achieved space flight yet, so I will add notes if the do so within my lifetime.

Variant 1: The Grimwald.

The first version of my species to achieve spaceflight and join the council roughly 1842 GSY (Galactic Standard Years) ago. On average, a Grimwald, is between 4'9" to 5'4", sandy/brown scales, and a row of short, sharp spikes running from nose to tail tip. Original climate meant that they were adapted to high heat and sandy areas. Scales are oval with overlapping edges, allowing the Grimwald to essentially lift them to appear larger as a threat display.

Variant 2: The Lizardfold

My own Varient, we only joined the galactic community 500 GSY ago.

Average height can be between 3'7" and 4'5", making us the smaller of the two, and our scales lie flat, a diamond shaped look to them. Coloring of my varient is from light aquamarine to a deep green, thought to be due to camouflage. We also have pads on our feet and hands allowing us to scale surfaces with relative ease.

Both variants share several aspects, such as more activity In the sun due to our inability to regulate our body temperature, our gravitation towards insectoid food sources (see below) and our ability to shed our skins once a week.

One last fact to note, our species as a whole have trouble when it comes to speech with others. While we can talk, although with an accent, our hearing is rather poor, our species relying more on vibrations through the ground under us than the air. So while I can hear people talking, it is far quieter than someone walking past.

Due to this, most of us will communicate using text to speech programs or lipreading skills.

(Personally, I prefer the purple boomslang worms from the Craidos shop in the Eastern district, they have a nice pop to them).

Note to self. Anyone who sees this journal and doesn't get me boomslang worms for my hatchday gets an extra round of health checkups due to anomalies in their data.

Note to self 2: show more people this journal as I am running low on boomslang worms.

Note to self 3: delete notes before people read this page next time. Avrin was not impressed.

#humans are space orcs #fiction #scifi story #alienphysiology

[freezinglemur]

Hell yes

You have now opened the floodgates and there's no going back

They're called "Lumenangles" (Sometimes called 'Light Angles,' 'Lumens,' or simply 'Angles' as well, the last one usually only being used by Lumenangles themselves)

This is the species Ion an Lotus are (these two below)

Lumenangles are a species that hails from the Miridical Kingdom in the Fernweh region of the Niran Desert. They have triangular heads and their wrists/hands are detached from their main body, being kept afloat and part of the main body by magic. Lumenangles are known for their culture's architecture, knowledge, and light-based magic. They are powerful and peaceful, keeping mostly to themselves but welcoming to those from outside their city.

[Lots of Info below the cut]

《Appearance》

Almost all lumanangles have skin that range from pale yellows to golden yellows

The exceptions to this are those who have the 'eclipse' gene, which causes their skin to on the black spectrum; usually almost jet black to a deep midnight blue or deep purple-almost-black. ➣ This gene is rarer due to being a recessive trait, but 'Eclipses' are still seen around fairly often.

All lumenangles have a halo, many simply choose to keep it hidden. They can make it visible whenever they choose, though when low on energy or magic it may become visible (if much duller than usual)

Lumenangles tend to only have one eye, though rare mutations can see them having 3-5 with the extra eyes being on the backs of hands, the chest, and (in one instance) the back. ➣ A Lumenangle with 2 eyes is extraordinarily rare, having been documented a total of 7 times (though there's a chance there are undocumented cases). This second eye was still found on the back of the hand or chest.

Markings ✧

All lumenangles have markings of some sort; these can be anywhere on the body but are most common on the wrists, heads/faces, legs, and around the eyes.

Markings range from angular patterns (most common), swirls, and rings to gradients/gradient tips (see 'Lotus') and colored spots— the latter two being rather uncommon.

Colors for these markings are always black on 'normal' lumenangles with the exception being those who have the gradient and gradient tip traits. ➣ Those who have gradient/gradient tip tend to have a more vibrant marking color (pink, orange, blue, ect minus neon), though black is not unheard of. [The difference between gradient and gradient tip is that the 'tip' variant is more common and covers just the tips of the lumenangle's head, wrists, and 'feet' (can sometimes appear of fingertips too) While the gradient varient usually covers more of the body.]

Eclipses tend have golden yellow or white markings, though white is far more uncommon. Gradient and tip markings can still be just about any color minus neons.

Clothing ✧

Lumenangles are known for their long, floor length robes and cloaks

Robes and cloaks vary depending on the occupation of any given Angle, though many tend to have black in their color schemes. [Those who have plant-based light magic don't usually have black anywhere on their robes.]

Many lumenangles wear pendant necklaces, charms, or bracelets. These tend to relate to their occupation or their clothing.

《Occupations》

Many are scholars, and well known ones at that.

Many are great tailors as well

Artisans are also quite common, with many from around the Tranquill Isles coming to see and/or trade for what they make.

Those who work in the churches are fewer (as selecting those to work in it is a lengthy process to ensure the right person is picked), but are highly regarded and are quite accepting and kind. If you needed a place to stay, they usually have a few spare rooms.

Lumenangles with plant-based light magic usual garden help with plant-based decorating, as they can grow plants quickly or cause them to bloom. They're also good at breeding plants, and usually sell their seeds at the market (said plants from the seeds tend to be more beautiful and resistant than other 'normal' varieties.)

Lumenangles can have other jobs than these, but these all tend to be the most common

《Fun Facts》

Ion is probably the most well known Archivist(/priest) and lumenangle around currently, which may be in part due to where he lives and works (The Archives [Ask if you wish to know more]) (He has many titles; 'The Silent Archivist,' 'The quiet Priest,' and 'Sundrop' (A select few can call him the last one) And Ray's nickname for him is 'Non-Non'))

Lumenangles can see each other's halos regardless of whether it's hidden, though it'll still be invisible to outsiders.

This species is known for their levelheadedness and logic. They tend to be quite interesting to chat with

Lumenangles can live for centuries and even millennia depending on their magic and genes.

Only two Lumenangles have ever been recorded as having white skin (that weren't hybrids). It is unknown what caused this, though it is thought to be a few mutations that cause things similar to albinism. (These two showed more health problems than those who were simply white due to being hybrids and having a parent with skin of a white color. It is unknown where these two are now.)

Lumenangle blood is black, but looks similar to Ethiopian black opal when exposed to light. ➣ Eclipses' blood looks like fire opal or moonstone depending on whether their markings are white or golden yellow. ➣ The two white Lumenangles had black blood like most normal Angles. ➣ Oddly, Ion has blood like that of fire opal or honey, despite not being an Eclipse or having that gene. It is not known why.

Kingdom Facts ✧

The Miridical Kingdom, where most lumenangle call home, is an oasis of sorts with beautiful architecture.

It's fairly lush, even for an oasis.

Most of the city is actually covered or obscures the outside; Many forget they’re in a desert while visiting or living there

The city is an odd but beautiful mix of gothic cathedral, Victorian library, and Egyptian style architectures, working together to make a place unseen anywhere else

Often referred to as one of the wonders of the world, it’s been standing for many, many millennia

#Opal rambles #lore #Lumenangles #The Lore Book #Also if anyone would like to ask questions please do /lh #This is so long how come I couldn't so this for the past three days?! #Bless your soul my mossy friend-

[fairywithgremlintendencies]

who is your fave oc/s and also pls describe them in detail so i can draw them ty <333

HI HELLO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO RESPOND!!

cherry!!

- female! she's albino! she has long, straight hair that is almost wavy??

- very pale skinned and curvy

- short bean

- (second generation)

- main colour palette for her are different shades of orange and cream! (mostly pastel orange etc)

- very graceful and flamboyant, always

- she's an electricity elemental! but her varient of the element gives her power a orange hue

- think aoyama

fern!!

- male and latina (of some description lol)

- quite tall and muscular (himbo energy)

- he has vitiligo! (skin is light in patches)

- he is very tan skinned for obvious reasons

- space elemental!!

- loves pirates! main fighting get up is pirate/sailor inspired

- he has shiny, short black hair with an undercut and it's swished to one side,,also straight hair

- colour palette = purple, deep blue, and black!

- very friendly, teddy/Labrador in human form!!

- think kirishima kind of??

my mc, topaz!

- female, mtf

- she's black and quite short, and not very curvy

- has that chin peircing with the two dots??

- hair is a light pink (think baby pink mixed with rose pink) and long and straight

- eyes are gold-brown

- lava mermaid!

- chubby

- big hands

- todoroki energy

clover, the love interest!

- i always use mina's hair as a reference, but her hair is black!

- demigirl!

-nature elemental! her personal version lets her emit thin vines with small pastel purple flowers :))

- short, slender, pale skinned (cherry's younger sister)

- lots of freckles on her face

- pastel purple flower growing out of her head!

- main colour palette is pastel green and purple

- very air headded and energetic (topaz's opposite)

- think nejire hado

- and mina ashido

#i think that's enough ? #AAAH YOU WANT TO DRAW THEM AAH THIS IS SO COOL :D #most of them i've never drawn properly so i'm happy for you to just use this as a rough guide! #if you need more info #just ask!! #leaf asks #zeph my beloved <33

[otheliame]

Day 4: “A Man In Love”

thank you @gentapprentices for such a fun week so far!! im loving seeing everyone’s masc folks having a fun time!

I actually wrote a fic on this, Shift about my apprentice Jamie coming to Vesuvia and meeting Asra for the first time, and then later Nadia, Muriel, and Lucio before the Plague. It’s stinking cute, and here’s a little segment from the first chapter, the Magician, when the fated two meet in the most cliche of circumstances. It’s written from 1rst person POV, 9 years before the canon.

The sun glimmers brightly overhead as I make my way down the crowded streets, weaving between shoppers while keeping close to the fringes of the walkways. I cusp around the edges of the multicolored stalls to avoid the majority of foot traffic, but it’s proving hard as it’s a particularly busy day in the market, everyone is out and about, not just buying but lingering, talking over each other with excited voices in large clusters spanning the entire street. Something’s happening in Vesuvia today, something special. As much as I’d like to know what that something is, I don’t want to get caught up with the crowd… it’s been a long day. 

Today of all days I feel my patience is shorter, Isaac was a bit more of a hardass than usual and it makes the above-average bustle of the street that much more difficult for me to handle, every voice seems to multiply and reverberate in my thoughts like the vibration of insect wings. I’ve lived here for a month now, trying to get by and make a living and it’s been alright thus far, especially since Ksasthra took me in; here is better than there and there was worse than that, so long and so forth, unimportant details now because this is better. Vesuvia is going to be better for me. I can feel it. 

A colorful stream from a showcased scarf plays in front of me on a caught breeze as I try to make my way through the market stalls heading towards the lower district, I have to duck to avoid the hawking shopkeeper so I don’t get drawn into a purchase. Luckily, the multitude of customers I have to dodge and weave to get through keep them busy enough to not pay me the slightest attention. I just finished my shift at the local community theatre, doing basic backstage work for all sorts of performances, and right now I want nothing more than to hide away in my small, shared apartment by the waterfront and rest, especially while the one who agreed to house me, Ksasthra, is still back at the theatre for work until much later. The work I did today wasn’t particularly stressful or anything, but being around my coworkers just made me tired. I still feel like there’s hot breath on the back of my neck wherever I turn, and even now it’s still a hard thought to shake. 

I originally questioned my own decision in living in a city - I’ve never lived in an area with more than a hundred people in a given spot - but at the time I made the choice, I thought I had no choice. There just aren’t any jobs out in the foothills, and I never learned how to live off the land alone. Though, mostly it was the fact that my attempts to blend in or hide in the vast, sparsely populated, wintry lands of the deep northeast proved largely unsuccessful. Soon I had the realization that my best bet of finally being left alone was to find someplace where I could melt into a crowd. And in order to melt, one must first find a crowd, so to the city I had to go. Vesuvia was the largest, farthest city I could’ve gone to without taking a boat, so it was to Vesuvia I went to escape… to escape. It helped as well that the further south I went, the less people’s gazes would cling to my shoulders, which I quite liked. A lot. I’m not sure why though, for I’m certain I stick out like a sore thumb anywhere. Up north it was the… things… I could do. Here it’s the fact that everyone is colorful and loud and I’m not.

I don’t like being around people, usually because people also don’t like to be around me. I’m… weird, for lack of a better word. I have certain… abilities that other people don’t have, and in my experience if you have something that other people don’t they either envy you or fear you, and both of those things are the worst emotions to see on other faces. But here, in a city full of so much vibrant color, varient life, people of a hundred different types… I’m just another uninteresting face. That’s what I wanted when I came here. It’s thoughts like this that keep my grounded when I get too overwhelmed by citylife around here, such as now, when I’m just trying to get home. Before I came to Vesuvia, I would see the amount of people on this street alone over the span of several months. It’s still very… difficult to get used to this new atmosphere, even three months later. Almost to the street corner, almost there, then I’m home free… Maybe I can finally finish that book Ksasthra gave me… 

Suddenly, over the jumbled voices of the shoppers on the street, loud, victorious trumpets resound through the air, stealing all eyes from their tasks to the mouth of the street far down the way. I look up and peer through the heads and shoulders of onlookers to try and see what it is that’s causing such a disturbance before I realize that regardless of whatever it is, this is the perfect opportunity to escape through the crowd to the lower district. Quickly I turn and make my way there, but as I grow close to the corner I realize that whatever is happening is also happening on this end of the street; I see mounted soldiers in gleaming silver armor bearing unfamiliar emblems on tall, colorful standards and shining trumpets, using both of these items to loudly announcing the presence of someone important, someone that I now realize is about to enter this street. 

Other shoppers quickly seem to realize this as well, and like a tidal wave people start to shove others from the middle of the street into the outskirts, pressing shopkeepers back behind their stall counters and pushing everyone in their way into the wooden fixtures. I barely get out of the way just as a burly masculine figure makes his way through but I get caught up in the wave as others start hurrying out of the street’s center, I scurry to keep upright. 

Suddenly I get shoved back by a gaggle of inattentive shoppers trying to get out of the way right as I try to duck between stalls. I trip and lose my footing, I let out an innately sharp cry as fear of being tramped leaps into my throat but before I hit the ground I smash straight through a market stand’s doorway, which was just a wooden bar draped with a velvety, purple cloth hemmed with gold trim. My shoulders smack the cobblestones as a multitude of things fall on me from the counter’s surface, ripped down from when I took the tablecloth with me. I hold up my hands as I’m hit with a waft of rich, heady herbs and dried grasses, then with strange light smacks, like a small stack of papers just fell on me. 

Hands reach under my arms and pull me a little farther backwards into the stall I had fallen into, the touch startles me so much I flinch, making the hands immediately disappear. An intimate voice like honey and wind gasps by my ear over the loud din of the rowdy street, “Are you alright?” 

When the strange hands touch me I snap back to attention and regain my bearings like the flare of a starting fire, I sit up and blink as I try to figure out where I am right when I meet the stranger’s gaze… layers of periwinkle, lavender, and lilac, glimmering like stardust in the evening sunshine. They appear masculine presenting, young like me, definitely not old enough to be considered fully gown, with hazelnut skin that gleams like bronze armor and thick, fluffy, silver-white hair that hangs over those starry eyes in wild, soft curls. Starry they are in more ways than one, because the stranger stares at me with such an awestruck expression I suddenly feel incredibly self conscious half-lying on the floor of their stall - it must be their stall, as they’re the only one behind the counter… The counter I just fell through getting pushed by the crowd. 

“I…! Oh no, I’m so sorry!” I stammer in embarrassment, brushing myself off as I perch my feet in preparation to stand, though as I do I realize I’m covered in all kinds of herbs, dried flowers, and other reagents that I must’ve accidentally taken with me when I ripped this cloth off the counter in my fall. There are also a dozen or more rather beautiful cards scattered on the cobblestones, though they are like no deck of betting cards I’ve ever seen, even at a passing glance and I can tell as such. An array of masks also accompany this strange collection, the first two I see is one that depicts a fox with little ornamental gems hanging from the ears, the other that’s rugged wood configured in a bear’s face with runes carved into its realistically crafted fur. The stranger’s hands linger no longer on but near my shoulders as I pull myself upright, he continues to stare at me with wide, owlish eyes as I speak so fast my words bumble over each other, “I didn’t mean to, that was completely on accident, please forgive me-!” 

“It’s alright!” The boy quickly speaks again with that same gentle, sweet tone, gripping my shoulders to return my gaze to his lavender hues rather than to the cobblestones now littered with his stall’s offerings, and this time I don’t flinch. His lilac eyes flicker across my features then down over my form, checking for injuries as he mutters, “You’re not hurt, are you?” 

I shake my head, kneeling down as I try to gather the fallen reagents and masks onto the purple cloth and recollect the fallen, oriental cards, “I’m fine, I’m fine! I’m so sorry, I should’ve been paying better attention, let me help-” 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” His hands, with long dextrous fingers, smooth palms and marble-carved knuckles breach my vision and stall my hands where they are hovering over the cloth, returning my gaze back to his. I start when I feel the sparks under my skin where we touch, but now that I’m paying better attention I realize it’s not simply just me being startled by the touch, but rather it seems to be some sort of… energy… coming from this boy. A deep torrent of something, power, internal lightning, vitality, runs under his palms like I plunged my hands into the rush of a waterfall. 

He smiles at me when I remeet his gaze, a warm and amicable smile that showcases a handsome dimple in his left cheek as he hums, “Really, it’s alright.” 

I let out a slightly relieved breath, and look back down at our conjoined hands over the spilled tablecloth. Does he feel it, too? I’ve never felt someone’s aura so tangibly before- 

I realize this must be strange, how I loiter over his hands, so I quickly clear my throat and pull mine away. “Erm… What do I owe you for your lost goods?” Idly to distract myself from the embarrassment I pick up a small fallen herb between my thumb and forefinger, I think it’s a rose petal as that’s what it smells like, then one of the fallen cards; it depicts a plain with a sun hanging overhead with long, golden beams down onto the grass, a numeral 0 at the bottom to show which way is up or down I suppose. It looks hand painted too, very ornate and intimately crafted, it’s incredibly impressive, did he paint this himself? I hold these two things up with a curious hum, I glance back up at the stranger after a moment and tilt my head to the side,  “What’re you selling, anyway?”

The boy looks at the rose petal in my hand, then at the card, and then back at me with that same owlish look as before right as the air rings with more trumpets, and the crowd just outside of the safe haven of the stall begins to warble. Intrigued, the both of us rise up to look over the counter just in time to see a carriage driving by through the carved path in the streets that the people have rushed to clear. The carriage is richly ornamented, emblazoned with the same colors as the crests the armored knights accompanying it carry, and obviously is not Vesuvian made, drawn by one white, one black horse with thick, luxurious manes. In the open windows the pulled back, rich violet drapes reveal a regal, female presenting person inside. I only get a few seconds to see her through the crowd, though just by her long, royal facial features and her stature alone I know that she must be some sort of powerful noble, most likely from a far away land. 

Once the carriage passes and the knights fall in on her, the crowds bustle and burst with noise, people whisper amongst themselves theories of who this newcomer is. I idly recall that there was supposed to be some big summer festival happening soon, so perhaps she’s here for that. Though, I’m not very keen on politics or current events beyond that a war just ended, so I don’t know much beyond that. And, frankly, it’s a miracle I know that much. The politics of this land are very different than they are back up in the depths of the northeast. There things are… very different. 

In my peripheral I see the stranger moving again, so I turn towards him just as he lifts the herbs, the masks, and the cards, which we had collected onto the fallen tablecloth, back onto the counter. Then he lifts a hidden leather satchel from within the stall’s inner walls and pack them away inside it, slotting the cards carefully in his palm as he goes. The movements of his arms draw my gaze away from his face for the first time and instead to the layers of colorful cloth around his person; his half-buttoned baby blue tunic that reveals his sternum and a little more above a dark magenta scarf with gold fringes that hangs across one of his shoulders and around his neck. He also dons a vibrant pink, blue, and peach overcoat without sleeves covered in radial patterns, and black trousers that his blouse is loosely tucked into. I swear I see something move around his waist beneath his coat but before I get the chance to investigate further he turns in my direction. Beneath his scarf I catch a glimmer of gold, a choker; it’s engraved with waved designs and somewhat blends in with the rich hues of his skin. Below that a turquoise pendant on a leather chord around his neck hangs over the bared part of his chest in a manner that makes it gleam like the depths of the sea in the sunlight. Richly adorned with beautiful baubles, just like everyone in this city, yet somehow… different. Unique. 

Suddenly I realize just where my eyes are lingering so I quickly snap my attention to his face, where it should have been this whole time. As soon as I do he fixes his gaze to mine and speaks in a low hum, “It doesn’t look like anything was damaged, no need to worry.” A sudden, sly smirk slightly plays the edge of his lips as he catches my gaze, I wonder idly if he caught me looking over his form as he adds with a more heartfelt touch, “I’m glad you’re alright.” 

I blink at him in surprise and feel another rush of crimson snaking its way to my face, I have to clear my throat and rein in my thoughts to pull my attention back to the present. “Right! Of course… Yes. I mean, good. That’s good to hear. That nothing was damaged, I mean…” Jamie, please. I glance over at the broken wooden shards on the ground and paw them with my boot as my mouth continues to run, “Not even something for the stall door?”

The amusement in the boy’s eyes lights like sparks flying from a blacksmith’s hammer as he regards me, a small chuckle escapes his lips as he begins to fold the now-empty tablecloth on his now-barren stall. “If you’re truly so troubled…” He pauses as if he’s reconsidering his words but after the moment’s hesitation he continues, his expression morphing from teasing and playful to curious and… hopeful, almost. “I was just going to close up shop anyway to get dinner… I wouldn’t be opposed to company. Would you consider that a form of ‘repayment’?” He says this with a lilt of sly humor, the light of the evening sun making his gaze seem to truly dance with entertainment.

Now, I am no fool, but for a moment he almost had me thinking that I was one, as my mind reeled and somersaulted over itself trying to figure out what he was implying, but once it finally hits me like a clock striking midnight I blink with a stunned hum as I nervously worm my fingertips into the strap of my satchel around my shoulder. “... Oh!” 

The boy’s gaze softens, quickly adding after a moment as he folds his tablecloth in triangles, “Only if you want to, of course. It’s not every day that someone falls into my stall… I simply can’t help but think it’s a sign of some sort. I’d love to know what kind of sign it is by getting to know you a little.” 

I raise an eyebrow at the other in surprise, thumbing my satchel idly as I respond slowly, tasting my words, “A sign?” 

He looks back at me with an amused raise in his lips, and only then do my thoughts suddenly jog and dig into the scene I find myself in. The herbs, the curious, colorful attire, the cards… cards unlike any playing cards I’ve ever seen. “Oh.” I murmur, flickering my gaze back to his bemused expression, “Are you one of those fortune tellers? Do they let you do that so young?”

The boy smiles and chuckles, placing the tablecloth in his satchel before he splays out the cards in his palm before him, I can see him counting them with his thumb as he answers, “I suppose some would call me that. Though I don’t think there’s an age limit on reading cards…” Content with the amount of cards he has, he returns them into a pile and slides them into a hidden pocket in his apparel before his hand sweeps before me and gentle takes up mine, before I can react he brings it to his lips and kisses my knuckles with a gentlemanly bow, I can feel his lips move on my skin when he speaks in a playful hum, “But you may call me Asra.” 

I swallow thick on a sudden knot of roots in my throat, I smile shyly and chuckle as he releases my hand and straightens back upright. Nervously I laugh a little, simply out of nerves because no one has done that to me before. “... Right. Okay, uh… Asra.” 

There’s a beat of silence as Asra the fortune teller regards me with what I think to be an expectant look, after a beat’s pause he tilts his head to the side with a raise in an eyebrow, “And you are?” 

“Oh!” I blink and laugh awkwardly, rubbing the back of my neck as I feel the heat return to my cheeks, “Right. Names. Introductions… Er- I’m Jamie.” 

“Jamie.” Asra echoes, nodding in response as he seems to savor the vowels on his tongue before he gives me a soft smile, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

I start slightly when someone jostles the stall, apparently on accident as they were attempting to get by a group of people wagging their jaws. When I look back at Asra I see his gaze is flickering across my features with a pensive expression I’m not quite sure what to do with as he moves like water around me towards the hole in his stall where the latch once was. “Have you ever been to the bakery down the block?” He asks suddenly, pausing in the entrance and looking back at me over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. I shake my head, prompting the fortune teller to smile with genuine amusement as he holds out a hand towards me, an open invitation. 

I hesitate, looking at him then at his hand for a long pause. Of course strangers are never to be trusted, but he is rather visually unassuming in terms of combat skill so I have faith that I can handle myself if this one were to try anything. I have been able to protect myself plenty of times in the past. But paranoia aside, I can’t lie, I am a little intrigued by their… disposition. I do find myself wanting to get to know them better, and this aura of theirs… I simply must know more. And I hadn’t exactly had other plans for the evening… 

This may as well happen. 

I slowly take his hand. 

...

Wanna know what happens next? Keep reading !

#gentapprentices #gentapprentices week #thearcanagame #the arcana game #the arcana #asra the arcana #asra the magician #asra alnazar #the arcana asra #my apprentice jamie #the arcana apprentice #asra x mc #asra x apprentice

[heroquills-a]

☕ - Tea or Coffee?  How do they take theirs? 💐 - Favorite type of flower 🏥 - Has they ever gotten seriously ill? 🎤 - Can they sing?

(first one answered here)

💐 - Favorite type of flower

thats such a hard one because sonic loves all flowers. theyre all so pretty and smell so good theyre nature’s febreeze!

but i guess if he really had to pick a favorite, i’d say most variants of morning glories. they usually come in blue or purple hues and bloom in the morning and then die away in the evening, so they have rather short lifespans. but the interesting thing is, they’ll bloom almost every day during blooming season. 

i think, thats kinda interesting and something that would appeal to sonic, both symbolically and in terms of aesthetic. plus, theyre native to tropical america which is about the real life equivalent to where i headcanon he was born and raised in his world. so he probably would have seen those things blooming all over the place. plus one of the varients- moonflowers, they bloom in the evening and produce a really soft, sweet scent which is ideal for….hanging out on a porch and enjoying the evening air maybe,

🏥 - Has they ever gotten seriously ill?

pfsfhfgh yeah sonic got sick a lot when he was a little kid because he was always outside getting into stuff and being rowdy and playing in the dirt. but thankfully because of that he built up a pretty healthy immunity to most common illnesses. so, he doesn’t really get sick all that often these days.

though he’s still susceptible to diseases. he may be a healthy young hedgehog who’s tough as nails but he’s still capable of getting sick!

🎤 - Can they sing?

,,,kinda ? i mean, yeah. he’s a little out of practice because he doesn’t do it often and is a tiny bit insecure about his voice so he doesn’t usually preform in front of people that often but, yeah he sounds pretty alright i’d say. i have yet to really settle on a singing voice claim for him because all jason griffith does is hecking elvis presley and im sorry but sonic’s voice doesn’t go that deep, so im still kinda looking.

he has a soft singing voice tho’ i’ll tell you that.

#anon #asks #honestly the closest thing to what i imagine sonic sounding like when he sings right now is jason mraz but its still not really. exact #alas #if only griffith ever got to sing something while he was still voicing sonic #although i do have a theory #if you pitch up elton john's cover of i'm still standing just a little it sounds like roger #🌀 — i just only have a steadfast heart of gold. ❪ headcanons. ❫

[gayflagblog]

Did you steal the endophobic flag from the plural community??? They look exactly the same so I checked to see which one was made first. The endophobic flag was made first.

I’m going to put this bad boy under a cut because it has some large images and paragraphs so apologies if it breaks for mobile users and shows you an absolute mess

TL;DR: No, and you can read about the actual flag this flag is based on/a community continuation of on @archivalflags​ that was posted on August 15th 2016, and about historical color choices and community changes/proposed varients on this blog.

(I believe this is the flag that you’re referring to but if it’s not please send me a direct link to the one you are talking about)

If anything I believe it’s more similar to an MLM flag proposal (pictured below) made by pride-and-pokemon in both color palette and stripe layout seeing as they both have a blue gradient on the top and a green gradient on the bottom (so blue-white-green versus teal/green-white-light blue-deep purple) but I also don’t think that MLM flag proposal was intentionally ripping anyone off

It’s been plainly stated and linked from day one that the flag pictured below is what this proposal used as a starting point and I. It was originally posted in 2016 on August 25th and had green on the top with dark blue on the bottom, you can read about it in-depth and with sources on @archivalflags because the history is a little muddled.

The reason for this was that I saw that people loved the flag and were drawn to it, but had some valid complaints about it (dull colors, no stripe meanings, etc.) so on a whim at my old job I used the medibang paint app and brainstormed things like “yeah the white stripe looks good aesthetically, but how can I make it meaningful?” and “how can I incorporate historical references into this with the colors?” and decided it would be way better as a community input-type project and now we’re here.

I believe I’ve made this point on Twitter before but when it comes to proposing flags, especially within communities like the gay community which has established historical symbols and colors, you’re going to run into a lot of flags that have similar colors and set-ups. I personally don’t think this is a bad thing because it gives people a lot of options and also I am just a sucker for seeing lots of cool flags.

Another thing is that I don’t really believe in just straight-up taking a flag that was made with different intentions for one group and trying to use it for another (this is why, due to set-up similarities in the 7-stripe versions of the flag inspired by the OG proposal, I listen to design input from my Lesbian mutuals to avoid that issue). I think that when making a flag, especially a serious pride flag for a very large group of people, you should put positivity, love, and pride for that group into it from day one. It might be a little bit romantic of me but I do believe that a pride flag should represent.... well pride in who you are and in your life!

I also believe in trying to listen to as much creative input as possible from said group which is why this flag has so many different variants with different stripe counts and color differences suggested and designed by people that aren’t me! (if you haven’t checked those out you can on https://gayflagblog.tumblr.com/flagvarients, I also have some miscellaneous tags for more niche color edits floating around)

(Just cover all of my bases I want to state: I don’t really know what “endo” or “endophobic” fully means in this context [the only endo I’m fully up to date on is my endocrinologist], and I’m not educated or informed enough to speak with nuance or respect so I’m just not going to address any of that. I’m sorry if any language is off here, not my intentions.)

EDIT: I was asked to tag this as “syscourse” at the request of some of my followers.

#sippingmylgbtonig #syscourse cw #syscourse tw #EDIT: I was asked to include the following trigger tags. Please let me know if there are any I missed.