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aylaaescar · 1 year

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Odelina OC meme

last one of these for my Shepherds :’) for now anyway, I still want to romance Riel someday... anyway. another Shepherd, fantastically annoying. my girl.

Odelina Payne-Isibis, aka “Kiss,” aka “Sara Farplane”

-Body and Appearances-

Describe their height and build. Heavyset, thin, short, tall?

She’s 5’6”/167 cm, and on the lean, slightly muscular side, like a runner’s build.

How old are they?

She’s 26 years old at the start of SHOH.

Describe their posture. Do they carry themselves well or do they slouch?

She slouches constantly and doesn’t care. She’ll consciously stand straighter if she needs to be on her best behavior, but she’s a natural slouch.

How is their health? Fit or out of shape? Any illnesses or conditions? Physical disabilities?

Fit and healthy, with no illnesses, conditions, or disabilities that I can think of.

How do they move? Clumsy, graceful, tense, fluid?

Her movement’s fluid, and she moves quietly unless she’s wearing big bulky boots.

How physically attractive are they? How do they perceive themselves in the mirror?

She MIGHT rank as more cute than pretty, but it’s all in the eye of the beholder. Generally speaking, she’s attractive and aware of it, but she doesn’t think about it much? It helps that she’s a shifter who has no qualms about using those powers for mischief, so she’s comfortable with her appearance.

Describe their complexion. Dark, light, clear, scarred?

Brown skin and a generally clear complexion. She has some solid laugh lines as well.

What color is their hair? Is it straight, wavy, curly?

Green, slightly wavy, and normally worn into twin buns on the top of her head.

What color are their eyes?

Chocolate brown, with the iladrin’s glow.

Do they have any other noteworthy features?

The green buns and the iladrin are usually noteworthy enough. But since she’s a shifter who likes mischief, this one kind of depends on the day.

What are their chief tension centers?

Her shoulders and arms, courtesy of being an archer.

What is their wardrobe like? Casual, dressy, utilitarian? Bright colors, pastels, neutrals? Is it varied or do they have six of the same outfit?

Whatever the Blest equivalent of early 2000s scene-punk is. Okay kidding (sort of), but she does enjoy styles that stand out and catch the eye. She’d be fond of loose pants, thick boots, and fashionable rips, as well as tunics with split sides - I could see her enjoying some of the stuff from the Witcher games, maybe. Probably also some steampunk style clothes. As for colors, she would prefer having something in that outfit that’s a green that matches her hair.

Do their clothes fit well? Do they seem comfortable in them?

Sometimes they’re tighter or looser for the aesthetic choice of it all, but she’s always comfortable in what she wears.

-Speech-

What does their voice sound like? High-pitched, deep, hoarse?

She has a lower voice that’s naturally a bit monotone, but she has so much energy that her feelings usually come through anyway.

How do they normally speak? Loud, soft, fast, even? Do they speak easily, or do they hesitate?

Unless she has to be quieter, she’s on the louder side of things and doesn’t really care. She rarely hesitates either, she’ll say what’s on her mind when she wants to. She’ll tone it down so she doesn’t outright hurt people’s feelings, of course, and will genuinely apologize if she crosses a line, but other than that, she’s unfiltered.

Do they have a distinct accent or dialect? Any individual quirks of pronunciation? Verbal tics?

Nothing in particular that I can think of.

What language/s do they speak, and with how much fluency?

Odelina can only speak Common.

Do they switch languages or dialects in certain situations?

N/A

Are they a good impromptu speaker or do they have to think about their words?

She’s a generally good impromptu speaker, and has a natural sort of charm to her that helps. When she’s thinking about words, it’s either because she’s on her best behavior, or because she’s gotten so irritated that she wants to be as equally annoying to the offender as possible.

Are they eloquent or inarticulate? Under what circumstances might this change?

Somewhere in the middle? I wouldn’t say she’s especially eloquent or anything, but she’s rarely at a loss for words, either. That really only happens whenever she’s flustered, embarrassed, or upset.

-Mental and Emotional-

How intelligent are they? Are they book-smart or street-smart?

She’s smarter than people give her credit for, and particularly with street-smarts. Her hot-headedness makes it easy to dismiss her intelligence, which she hates but will also take advantage of.

Do they think on their feet, or do they need time to deliberate?

She’ll deliberate sometimes, but most of the time, she’s thinking on her feet and following her gut instincts. It gets mixed results.

Describe their thought process. Are they logical or intuitive? Idealistic or practical?

Intuitive, and probably an even mix of idealistic and practical. Her thought process also runs on the faster side.

What kind of educations do they have?

She received a standard childhood education in Westwood, and later left her home to travel with Belnus Farplane, studying magic under his tutelage.

What are their areas of expertise? What, if anything, are they interested in learning more about?

Being a complete and total menace to people that annoy her. There’s magic, of course, and her affinity for shifting means that she knows plenty about anatomy and biology. She’s also very good at math, and able to do more complex equations all in her head. As for what she wants to learn, she’s interested in being able to copy her fellow Shepherds’ mannerisms (especially Blade’s) for the sake of mischief with her shifting powers, but she’s yet to be that much of a troublemaker.

Are they an introvert or an extrovert?

Extrovert.

Describe their temperament. Are they even-tempered or do they have mood swings? Cheerful or melancholy? Laid-back or driven?

She’s a driven person who’s more emotionally charged than not, so mood swings absolutely do happen.

How do they respond to new people or situations? Suspicious, relaxed, timid, enthusiastic?

Curious and relaxed, unless she’s in a hostile environment, in which case she’s considerably more tense.

Are they more likely to act or react?

Act.

Which is their default: fight or flight?

Fight.

Describe their sense of humor. Do they appreciate jokes? Puns? Pranks?

Odelina is the kind of person who bases quite a few of her decisions on what she thinks might be funny, and she enjoys all of the above. With her friends, she’s teasing but entertaining, and apologizes if she goes too far. If somebody is rude to her, her loved ones, or is just nasty in general, then her sense of humor regarding pranks makes a rather vicious, spiteful comeback. Lockwood was definitely a trial.

Do they have any diagnosable mental disorders? If yes, how does your OC deal with them?

It’s possible she has some troubles with her attention span, and there’s definitely still some lingering grief over Belnus’ death years later. There was nothing to be done to save him, it was just his time, but that doesn’t make it much easier. She tends to bury her issues and then lash out later in private, or perhaps shift into a small animal and go out for a bit to clear her head. If she’s the Hero of Haven, there’s plenty of issues to deal with there.

What moments in their life have defined them as a person?

Being adopted by Yorick and Elanor of Westwood, leaving her hometown to study magic with Belnus Farplane, Belnus’s death, her travels around the continent and back and forth from Westwood, getting into trouble with an Inquisitor and using the Shepherds’ name to escape, promptly joining the order since they saved her life, meeting Briony in Heth Macoll. If she’s the Hero of Haven, their plot points as well.

What do they fear?

She’s completely and utterly terrified of the idea of somebody she loves dying in front of her, after Belnus. She also knows deep down that with the lifestyle the Shepherds lead, odds are good that this fear will come to pass at some point.

What are their hopes or aspirations?

She just wants to live a generally happy, peaceful life. Odelina’s also thought about ways to potentially help Briony get her memories back, but it all depends on if that’s something Briony even wants. If it isn’t, then helping her enjoy the life she’s living right now was always a priority as well.

What is something they don’t want anyone to find out about them?

She’s a very emotionally sensitive person, and while it’s easy to cover that up with being brash and playfully rude, she still feels things deeply and doesn’t like that about herself. It makes the fun times even more fun, sure, but she feels the bad times even more than others do.

-Relationships-

Describe their relationship with their parents.

Loving, if a bit more distant than they’d like. Odelina’s always enjoyed making trouble even as a kid, and her desire to leave Westwood and study magic with a stranger wasn’t a decision well received. They communicate and send letters, and Odelina makes the time to visit them, but she worries about whether or not she’s somebody they’re genuinely proud of.

Do they have any siblings? What is/was their relationship like?

She’s an only child.

Are there other blood relatives to whom they are close? Are there ones they can’t stand?

None that she knows of. Once again, complicated if she’s the Hero.

Who is/was their best friend? How did they meet?

Her best friends amongst the Shepherds are Trouble, Chase, Ayla, and Blade. With the first three, they have a (semi) joking reputation in the inner circle as being a complete menace together, so it’s best for everybody’s sake if they’re kept apart. As for Blade, they have an affectionately vitriolic friendship: they snark at each other, and Odelina loves pushing his buttons, but they genuinely respect and care for each other. (I have this idea there’s some mutual attraction between them, but their relationship is gonna stay platonic simply because they wouldn’t be a good match in the long run. Odelina’s attitude would likely grate on Blade’s nerves, and Blade’s protectiveness would clash with Odelina’s independence.)

Do they have any other close friends?

The inner circle, of course. She’s shockingly friendly with Riel, which surprises some people on account of how blunt and outspoken Odelina can be, but he’s always been perfectly civil and respectful to her, so she treats him as such in kind. They talk about math together over tea and sweets fairly often.

Do they make friends easily, or do they have trouble getting along with people?

Odelina’s personality tends to either win over friends or enemies, with few in the middle.

Which do they consider to be more important: family or friends?

She wouldn’t know how to choose, and wouldn’t want to.

Are they single, married, divorced, widowed? Are they in a romantic relationship with more than one person?

Single, but Odelina has feelings for Briony Stormbreaker. She’d call it a crush, but her feelings go deeper than she’s admitted to herself.

Who was their first crush? Who is their latest?

Her first crush was another kid in Westwood, until he pulled her pigtails in class one time. Her latest is Briony.

What do they look for in a romantic partner?

Somebody who can keep up with her energy, for starters. She always wants to be with somebody who’s genuinely caring and compassionate, while also being playful and teasing.

Do they have any children? If yes, how do they relate to them? If no, do they want any?

She doesn’t have any children, but she isn’t opposed to the idea of it happening someday. It’ll likely be a while before she feels like she’s ready for it, though.

Do they have any rivals or enemies?

I feel like it’d be safe to assume that most, if not all, of the nobles at Lockwood strongly dislike her. She didn’t appreciate their attitude with her, and any attempts to win them over as allies went out the window in favor of being spiteful and maliciously compliant instead.

What is their sexual orientation?

Bisexual.

How do they feel about sex? How important is it to them?

She enjoys it, but it isn’t the most important thing in the world to her. It doesn’t help that her few experiences weren’t the most exciting ones in the world.

What are their turn-ons? Turn-offs? Weird bedroom habits?

Ignoring this one once again.

-Beliefs-

What is their astrological sign? How well do they fit their sign?

She would be a Sagittarius - optimistic, lovers of freedom, hilarious, fair-minded, honest and intellectual. She fits it well.

Are they religious, spiritual, or both? How important is this part of their life?

She believes in the One-God, but she feels a bit uncomfortable attending church when the Autarchy is hardly kind to the Diminished. She’s confided this to Shery, and the two have bonded over their similar beliefs.

Do they have a personal code of morals or ethics? If so, how did it begin? What would it take to compromise it?

She has a personal resolve to make sure that everybody makes it out alive, both her teammates and the innocents involved. Endarkened don’t count, but people that have shown they can change do.

How do they regard beliefs that differ from theirs? Are they tolerant, intolerant, curious, indifferent?

Largely indifferent and accepting, unless somebody uses them to start insulting her or somebody else.

What prejudices do they hold? Are they irrational or do they have a good reason for them?

No real prejudices, but she is wary around the Autarchy.

-Daily Life-

What is their financial situation? Rich, poor, comfortable, in debt?

Comfortable enough, thanks to her paycheck and living situation with the Shepherds.

What is their social status? Has this changed over time? How has the change affected them?

She’s in a militaristic class now, and has gone to that from a lower class wanderer and a rather ordinary Westwood resident. It’s helped her learn to appreciate where she’s at, and what she has.

Where do they live? Is their home their castle or just a place to crash? What condition is it in? Do they share it with others?

She lives at the Shepherd compound with the rest of the order, and it’s in good condition. Over time, she’s come to see it as home.

What do they spend their money on?

Fun clothes, mostly, as well as whatever looks interesting today and grabbed her attention. She’s spent more money than she cares to admit on items that promised a special function (such as a teacup that was supposed to fly to the sink when it was empty), but turned out to be garbage.

What do they do for a living? Are they good at it? Do they enjoy it, or would they rather be doing something else?

She’s a Shepherd, and she likes what she does quite a bit. She’s thought about becoming a magical teacher at some point, but that’s an idea for the future.

What are their interests or hobbies? How do they spend their free time?

Getting into mischief with Trouble, Chase, and/or Ayla. Going out to taverns and gambling dens. Sometimes she’ll shift into a cat or dog and try to see what life is like with others of the species, or fly around as a bird.

What are their eating habits? Do they skip meals, eat out, drink alcohol, avoid certain foods?

She doesn’t drink frequently, but sometimes, and she rarely skips meals. Eating out at restaurants is great fun. She’s not a terribly picky eater, though she doesn’t like the taste of seafood much, and she loves pumpkin and chocolate.

-Associations-

Which of the following do you associate with them/which is their favorite?

Color? Green

Smell? Pumpkin spice

Time of day? Afternoon

Season? Summer

Book? “A Series of Unfortunate Events” by Lemony Snicket

Music? “Bad Reputation” - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

Place? A wheat field

Substance? Fire

Plant? Orchids

Animal? Butterflies

#SHOH tag #IF: Shepherds of Haven #OC: Odelina Payne-Isibis #OC character meme #the queen of being deliberately annoying if you make her mad/are rude to her

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voidthewanderer · 10 months

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15 for any OC? *also feel free to add specific songs, of you'd like as well!*

@darling-leech || Misc. Small Detail Ask Meme

I’m gonna answer for the core group, since this is a pretty not as word heavy response for everyone. I’m also going to run under the “more music besides what we hear in game exists, it’s just not popular” idea. Songs linked!

Arsenic: He mainly enjoys things that would be considered alternative. He definitely leans more towards Nine Inch Nails sort of alternative, but can also dad rock or recently released songs by certain “older” rock/alternative bands; regardless of it's actually considered alt at that point. He actually has two favorite songs: Closer by Nine Inch Nails and Cleopatra by Train.

Crow: They adore anything that's storytelling, however will lean more towards folkpunk and steampunk styles. There's something about the general tone and vibe of the music that resonates with them. Their favorites include things like Another Cog In The Machine by The Cog Is Dead and Give And Take by Poor Mans Poison.

Ripper: Despite his punk attire, he loves dance songs. Sure, he listens to and enjoys everything, but if you really wanna see a grown ass adult open up, put on pop dance songs. That being said, his favorite song is the exact opposite of pop dance, being Dragula by Rob Zombie. Though, he can also very easily be caught listening to Me Too by Meghan Trainor. (I will say, however, if he knew that daycore was a thing, he'd listen to the daycore version of Me Too more than the original)

Shae: Country. It’s starkly contrasts her personality and general vibe, but she loves country music. She has two songs that she wouldn’t be able to pick between as favorites; The Big Black Snake by Pink Williams and Ain’t No Grave by Johnny Cash.

Viorel: He’s only ever known what’s played on Diamond City Radio. However, had he a chance to hear something more, he’d most likely like show tunes that are almost rock opera style. He’d honestly be completely enthralled by the idea of movies like Repo! The Genetic Opera, just seeing how some people viewed the future. Music with a similar tone would also be greatly loved. He’d probably adore songs like Night Surgeon from RTGO and The King Of Villains by Aurelio Voltaire.

#shut it void #friend talk #ask meme #darlingleech #thank you for the ask!!#oc: crow holiday #oc: arsenic #oc: ripper #oc: viorel strum #oc: shae wulfe

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despacitobandito · 2 years

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alright Skylander OC shit les go

firstly lets start off with our fav bastard (affectionately), Tiphr

(also imma link all Picrews down below for when I'm done)

this lil bastard probably uses tumblr

age is uh around mid 20s, old enough to know better but young enough to not do better

he/she pronouns

intersex as well as genderqueer

lost both his right eye and arm in an accident. he can't get his eye back but he got a wooden arm from Dr. Krankcase

speaking of Dr. Krankcase, he ended up being Tiphr's father (adopted)

the "you're not my real dad" jokes are... frequent to say the least

also from Tiphr's joke department, he'll often say shit like "ah yeah it cost me an arm for this" or if you need help he'll say "need a hand?" and he'll give his entire fucking arm to you

he's a portal master

a headcanon of mine is that all Portal Masters have a "leaning" towards certain elements, which means that those ones are the quickest to control and/or learn. Tiphr's are Life, Tech, Air, and Dark, respectively

he kinda remembers where he was originally from, but most of it is just kinda... lost to time ig

ig since he is from another world, per say, does that make him an alien? the answer is yes

lots of steampunk vibes from this guy, but also with nature. good fun

he likes to call bras "tit jackets." no one knows where he learned it from, no one has been able to get him to stop

his wooden arm makes normal guitars sound like bass guitars

yes he can play guitar

he can be serious when need be, but he does enjoy being a funny source of comedy sometimes

loves plants, is a plant parent (would let moss grow in her room, much to Krankcase's dismay)

uhhhhhhh so here's an Inky boi

his name used to be Inkwash but uh i had to change that

i was in 7th grade when i made him, ooooooof

anyways, this guy is a Dark element

basically, he's an artist. his weapon is ink. oh and he's emo

creativity 100

haha ah well still love my emo wolf boi

listens to whatever the Skylands equivalent of MCR is

probably relates to that one pic of the anime girl where it has two sides and it says "I'm Fine."

godspeed you

has a sad aesthetic tumblr account

actually can kick ass in a fight surprisingly

catchphrase is "A painting of pain!"

my first OC (technically my second but an overpowered shapeshifter self insert doesn't count) which i have changed. a lot

she's a fire/undead element hybrid

catchphrase is "Here kitty kitty!"

has a pair of dragonlike wings (used to have a scorpion tail too but that was too edgy so that got scrapped)

now she just looks like a little charizard with her tail on fire :)

can self-immolate

was originally just a feathercat (like Scratch's race) who was dared to go into the Land of the Undead. she didn't come out the same, though...

was one of the first to be a hybrid element (not counting the SWAP Force but damn what they got going on is unnatural to say the least)

is totally a punk alt girl

likes being petted

you know that one song "go kitty go"? yea she unironically enjoys that

Tiphr makes fun of her for it

also yea Tiphr is besties with Grave

also Grave doesn't mind being called Gravy

so yea that was a long read. i'm not really sure how to conclude me rambling on about my own characters for a game that is kinda dead (not saying the fandom is, godspeed you guys) but yea, hope you enjoyed and here's a link to (almost) all the picrews i used

the other wolf one is from a game on DollDivine called Wolf Maker Unleashed (due to the death of Flash you can't run it on Google anymore but there's tutorials on the website to help you get around this)

#skylanders #skylanders oc #skylanders ocs #long post #ocs #oc #cat #wolf #intersex #gay ass people #dr krankcase #leave it to me and take the series with the most convoluted and purposely childlike lore and turn it into something rife for drama #hey i mean #i'm happy so that's what matters in the end #anyways hope you enjoyed

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swampgallows · 2 years

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hi!! this is a silly question probably but u were like the first person i thought of cause i know rave stuff from ur blog ^_^ but i've recently gotten into cybergoth after making an oc and i wanna start getting the clothes bc theyre so cool n fun n i love bright colors, do u have any like, site recommendations? like if etsy is a good start or if there's some sites specifically for rave fashion ^_^

oh man... to be honest i'm only on the edges of anything industrial/cybergoth/rivethead but a brand you should definitely check out is Cyberdog. as the name implies they're definitive cyber fashion but on the neon/day-glo/gatecrasher side rather than goth. there used to be a lot more vinyl and leather type clothing to match the cybergoth look in the early and mid 00s but i dont recall many brands now. back when hot topic and torrid carried actual goth brands like tripp nyc and royal bones there was a lot more to choose from. you could also check out brands like fötus (though again more cyber/y2k than cybergoth), demonia, trash lair, or devil fashion for inspiration on looks. man i feel like there are some HUGE brands im forgetting lol.

if youre really into the pvc/vinyl/latex/(p)leather look honestly try sex shops or kink/bdsm outlets! they'll have full walls of fun leggings, tights, and fishnets, and lots of corset and harness options. or, if you can get yourself to a renaissance faire, many shops will have handmade steampunk or industrial clothing, oftentimes made of real (and ethically sourced!) leather. plus you'll have a unique piece of clothing and supporting the artist :) cybergoth tends to lean toward synthetic materials but it never hurts to browse!

of course buying anything ready to wear is pretty pricey, which is why diy is the rule for most punk-adjacent fashion. get ya d-ring and straps game on! a lot of accessories are handmade or modified, such as the gas masks and cyber falls, but many make their own full outfits either from scratch or by modding clothing. overall i think your best bet is scouring secondhand places like ebay, depop, poshmark, or local thrift stores.

sorry i couldnt be of more help! I hope that gives you some leads.

#ask #strawberry--sodas

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wandering-neko · 2 years

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I made this for Facebook but this is an easier space for large thoughts lol

CN: community vs subculture concerning white supremacy and/or other elitism

though i want to ensure i've been thinking of this stuff conceptually and i do not mean this as an ill reflection of my communities and friends - but i need to be honest i think that much like most online social relationships can be para-relationships in nature, i think subculture communities are not a fair use of the term community

Ever since i heard that, in essence, "you're a part of your community where you like it or not, you're just a bad member" it really drove me to consider what a community is. The only community i identified with beyond the nebulous "community" of a town was the community of subculture - Steampunk, Flow, Goth, LARP, etc etc. These were "communities" that I found kinship for.

But these communities were welcoming and were always opt in - truthfully given the constant strive to be a welcoming community, and not gatekeep (another term i'm realizing ways more than i was thinking) there wasn't a bad way to be a "goth" - you could be a bad person who was a goth, but truth be told, i looked at these opt in communities through rose tinted glasses, that only "good" people, good community members, would opt in. But i think this was the first crack into why i feel i (and maybe in general, we) have been using "Community" unfairly.

First off, all subcultures have bad-actors, full stop. Every one. but due to the opt-in/out nature of them, we can take different approaches and intentions to try and define what a bad actor is and what to do about them. This ranges from the missing-stair approach, call-ins, call outs, black-lists (both open and closed) and other approaches. Some are more successful than others.

but i'm starting to think perhaps the most successful is when casting someone out, when removing them isn't an option, the outcomes are going to be better.

So what communities aren't given the option to cast people out? Your physical communities. your neighborhoods. your towns. You will see these people every day. And if they're a bad actor, maybe you change how you interact with them, but the best way to handle them is to call them in, and hope they're willing to change. And the best communities can do this well - and the ones dealing with white supremacy individualism and defensiveness (and probably other tenants) will have the hardest time to handle this

How do you change how you handle them? I imagine if you're like me you'd assume how you'd change your engagement in mutual aid and support. And honestly its probably why subcultures exist. some elitists decided that some were not into someone - pick your favorite oppressed group and their typical oppressors - so they decided to build them out of the govt community aid networks. and when they did, to justify, they had to lean heavier and heavier into capitalistic elitism to make the social monkey brain not see these people as "in need" and instead "outsider"

And in this society where people were labeled outsider for very real cultural differences that should of been embraced and we built up these 'outsider' classes, we continued to sub-divide until we had subcultures. So we could identify 'our own' and avoid "the other". I feel like Catholicism vs protestant may of been one of the first subcultures in historic colonial America. And as we grew and grew as a country, we found more ways to subdivide - by wealth and everything - but i think i've lost the thread. Why don't these subcultures count as communities?

I think they use to, for a long time. But then we started basing our subcultures on the internet instead of in person. No longer are we meeting sunday at mass, friday at the goth club, saturday at the punk bar, now we're chatting online, getting a huge boost of feel-good-hormones being in HUGE communities that our monkey brains love, all with the same interests and hobbies, and we seek out these 'communities' because how wonderful it is to feel so like minded, after being divided for so long!

but these communities are commodified - the mutual aid and support are tepid at best, especially since we're really spending our resources on enjoying it and paying for the experience, not on helping each other.

(Then i think of subculture vendors and local artisans and the benefit those spaces bring them - still commodified a bit, but maybe more mutual aid and support than i'm giving credit for? still a work in progress - mostly i've been feeling so disconnected WHILE being connected to so many of you and in so many communities and interests. And i think its because i've based my 'communities' more on interest than on geography. And thats not fair to me, and i don't think thats super fair to you. I can only imagine the social-monkey stress of seeing me reaching out and being literal states away sometimes and unable to do simple hang outs, as much as it stresses me to not connect with you when you need physical interactions. And likewise we're both seeing the <3 and likes go up without getting that interaction - not because the likes and hearts and hollow, but because they're impossible. Its unfair of me to expect people 3hrs away, generally more, to visit at the drop of a hat

But maybe i've come to some very side-ways conclusions. Maybe i'm missing something? what do you think?

#Personal #community building #community #self discovery

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clover-fashion-official · 3 years

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I’ve mentioned in the past that I don’t like Nacht’s standard outfit with the belts and collar. But he’s got several looks to critique.

I gotta know: how bad is Nacht’s wardrobe?

First thing's first, in my opinion, Nacht's style is not that bad! The only reason why is because it's very minimal both in color and design. Neither are an eyesore which is a huge plus compared to the wardrobe disasters prevalent in the clover kingdom! His clothes as a young boy are very stylish and properly conveys the aesthetic that he's going for.

Punk is stereotyped to be a very rebellious fashion style which suits his character for that era. The gloves and jacket are really nice😎 I think Magna would approve(wait I'm just imagining Nacht giving Magna his old clothes bc he no longer wears them🥺🥺)

Now the belts. The belts at the waist are...fine i guess. The whiteish leather of multiple belts would look ugly irl and would not stay as neatly as it is for him but you know anime physics. The collar is actually really nice and suits his whole "in the shadows" motif. My only grievance is the robe. It's not very flattering at all for his figure because he looks like a plank of wood. The wrap goes too low which would prevent his arms from properly coming out like urgh.

His devil union outfits are absolutely bomb though. Nothing to improve there except we can do away with the belts on the biceps like uhhh no need and they look ugly there.

Unite mode: Canis, Felis and Gallus are absolutely amazing. Canis plays an homage to Berserk. Felis shows off Nacht's form and I have no doubt will be used to show a lot of movement when animated. Gallus has that steampunk plague doctor mask and the feathers that absolutely come together in a "modern angel of death" theme that suits Nacht's character. Now Equus, I understand the design is meant to signify a fortress, because that form is the one that has the most defensive abilities, so as a spell it's fine, but for Nacht's lean figure, as a fit, no.

I emphasize a lot on showing off form, especially for Nacht, because in fashion, a lean figure is not meant to be hidden, but rather, it is meant to be displayed to show movement and fluidity. Nacht may not make untoward movements in general, but it's intended to show his graceful character.

#black clover #nacht faust #bc manga spoilers #clover fashion today #clover fashion official #asks #clover fashion

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drabbles-of-writing · 3 years

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We completely forgot about cowboy au. And pirates au. it'll be fine i'll harass you about them later, for now steampunk au. Gryphon makes prosthetics for animals with Viney in this AU. Amity figured out Luz liked her back when she leaned her head on Luz & she saw Luz's metal arm heat up then set the rug they were sitting on on fire. She was still to chicken shit to make a move but that was the beginning of it. They had their first kiss under an invention explosion literal sparks flew. -Punk Anon

punk Blease

Amity really saw her crush set a rug on fire bc of bi panic and said “haha yeah she can totally b the one to make the first move”. high intelligence on these kids. Also consider,,,,,it was Luz’s arm that sparked at the first kith and one of the sparks landed on them and shocked them out of it n Luz was quick to apologize but then they just divulged into laughin bc they Babey

#asks #steampunk au #the owl house #amity blight #lumity #luz noceda #amity #luz #kiss #first kiss #prosthetics #toh #punk anon #sparks

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I totally love, love, LOVE the wonderfully rich fantasy worlds that you've created. Would you ever write Sci-fi?

I have, but like, okay so my published original short stories are science fiction. Eversion is science fiction with a lot of futuristic original worldbuilding (especially regarding dystopian weather aspects) even factoring into account that the original video game is also science fiction.

The Golden Age that Never Was is science fiction with a fuckton of original worldbuilding due to like, space exploration, extraterrestrials, and space technology. That’s definitely soft sci fi, but it counts!

So...yeah, I do write it, and I love writing it! I actually really enjoy reading it too! I’ve done science fiction art that’s won awards at conventions (like this one) and science fiction short stories (that are very sad with very sad endings) that have done the same.

In terms of would I ever write sci fi in an original serial (which isn’t what you asked, but hey, I can go there), yeah, I would. I don’t have a concept I like enough yet to really bring it to life. So far all the serial-style worlds I want to play with are like, fantasy, or fantasy with technological aspects, such as steampunk or diesel punk.

The first ever novel that I wrote as a 10 year old was science fiction, and I still want to turn that into a novel series one day (it’s been adapted a lot since then! Lol. But it’s had a ton of research done on it, and worldbuilding, and it’s ready to go. That’s set on another planet, in a political dystopia (of course), and has a lot of stuff to do with biomes and ecology and it’s a pro anarcho-syndalist series).

I really like science fiction that looks at how the environment and the people are interacting together (like Eversion and its weather, and the fact that everything from the plants, to the homes, to the sewerage system etc. had to be adapted to deal with the clear consequences of rampant global warming and climate change - which actually leaned a bit harder into hard science fiction elements than soft science fiction elements). So it might not look like the science fiction you’re used to, but it still counts! I like soft and hard science fiction.

This question is funny to me because actually for like idk 15 years before I had an AO3 account I just about only wrote science fiction and fantasy, and nothing else, and of course you don’t know that anon! But it’s like ‘oh yeah that’s what I love.’ And that’s why I’ve made excuses to write it on AO3 over the years.

But...we’ll see if I bring original serials into that world one day! I actually really love fantasy settings too (almost all of my fiction books are SFF - science fiction/fantasy and general speculative fiction). I don’t have any concepts, unless I turn Winter Syndicate into a serial, which is actually...probably doable?

Like, anon, you don’t need to hold your breath, there’s definitely a day where I’m likely to dive back into original science fiction. It’s where I started as a professional author, and it’s the only thing I’ve actually won legit writing awards for (that and a sonnet about the moon at university, but that doesn’t count lmao).

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03 - Steampunk

I’ll admit, this is a bit reductionist for a punk story, but gimme a break, I wrote this in only a few hours :P

Length: 2200 words Rating: T (mild description of blood and death) Summary: A factory worker makes a dragon. They grow up together and eventually enact a little bit of class warfare and a little bit of revenge.

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Finn’s desk was half covered in a pile of assorted junk - gears, pipes,twisted bits of scrap metal, keys for long-dead springs, and so much more, almost all tarnished, covered in coal soot, or both. However, his attention was focused on the other half, a carefully cleared space with only a few mechanical pieces strewn about, all polished to perfection. Most importantly, in the middle, sat a small, mechanical device of his own creation. Its body was unfinished, exposing much of its inner workings to the naked eye - and the elements, if he let it get that far. A head like a mix of a lizard and a dog, a long, flexible neck, a body that one might mistake for a large, metallic rat’s, and a slender tail which ended in a thin, metal cone. The young teen, with a degree of care unusual to someone with such a rat’s nest of hair, delicately positioned his creation to lay on its back, curled its legs in, and gently inserted a brass key into a particular, well-shaped hole in its chest. Once, twice... three times he turned, for luck.

Through the background din of machinery, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps and froze. Reflexively, his free hand flew to the ignored pile of scraps, then slowly dragged one over, taking just long enough for him to listen to the footsteps pass by and once more out of earshot. Finn let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, furtively glanced left and right, just in case, and removed the wound key.

Gears and wheels began to spin with a soft whirr, and a look of wonderment spread across Finn’s face as the mechanical legs twitched, then cycled in the air. Its head lifted, letting him stare into its dark eyes, no longer as lifeless as they’d always seemed to be.

“Hey, little guy,” the boy said, “welcome to the world. I’m Finn. I almost hate to dump this on you, but... look, in case I can’t, keep wound, and keep hidden. I wish I could show everyone how cool you clearly are, but-”

Suddenly, more footsteps. Footsteps he recognized, and recognized well. Finn hissed an apology to the dragon and quickly covered it with the nearby metal bowl he’d kept its parts in, then grabbed a part from the pile and set about rubbing it with a rag nearly as filthy as the part. A valve, he realized after his first pass of rubbing - after so many years, his hands knew how to move without thinking, or even realizing what was in them. The footsteps grew louder, closer, and Finn scrubbed at the metal. With a sigh, he wondered if he’d just gotten it dirtier. He went to pass it ahead into a bucket of valves, when-

“Finnegan Shine!” came the shrill voice of a woman who thought herself far more cultured than she knew she could even aspire to. “Just what are you doing with that thing?”

Finn’s “good afternoon, Ms. Springwarden” was cut off by her question, so he looked at the metal in his hand. “I’m... putting it with the other valves after cleaning it?”

Ms. Springwarden harrumphed. “Cleaning it! Just what HAS that first-shift supervisor been teaching you?” She looked at the valve - and at Finn - with a sneer. Finn always thought that, if disdain was an Olympic sport, Ms. Springwarden would have enough gold to live somewhere nice and stop tormenting him - although, he had to admit, perhaps she would still torment him for the fun of it. “Why, I can barely tell it apart from that filthy pile!”

The boy put on a puzzled expression. “Really? But I’ve been going at it with my cleanest rag for a solid minute,” he lied. Of all the people in Alma Vera, she was the last person he ever wanted to even consider the existence of his hidden project. Still, he held up three more well-used cloths, to show her that at least part of his claim had been true.

Another harrumph. “And not once did you think that, just maybe, you ought to trade them for washed cleaning equipment?”

“But Ms. Springwarden, I thought I wasn’t allowed to leave my chair during my shift?”

“Foolish child,” the woman replied, and brought her hand towards his forehead, finger primed to flick. At the last second, however, Finn saw a look of disgust, and she withdrew so as not to touch his, charitably, under-washed face. “Rise and follow me. But don’t let me catch you out of your seat without my permission!”

“Yes, Ms. Springwarden!” Finn said, and stood. The four dirty rags were exchanged for four clean ones, or at least as clean as would pass at his work. Thus equipped, Finn was returned to his seat - the bowl still overturned, to his relief.

Ms. Springwarden crossed her arms and said, “who knows how many valuable components you’ve ruined with your folly. You do remember our motto, do you not?”

Finn nodded. “Quality and quantity, Ms. Springwarden.”

The woman harrumphed yet again, and picked up two of the buckets he had sorted parts into, and dumped them into the assorted pile. “Well, let us now remedy your mistake. You will have to clean each of these now befouled pieces once again, and be quick about it!” She glared at him. “Your work ends when your pile is gone, and not a second, nor a part, sooner.”

“Yes, Ms. Springwarden.”

Finn returned to his task, and after a few seconds, he heard one last derisive snort, and then footsteps trailing away. The boy dramatically picked up his pace once she was gone, and before long, he had undone the damage to his progress she had inflicted on him. Another look left and right, and he placed his hands on the bowl, praying that the dragon truly was still there.

“Hey, it’s me,” he whispered, so the dragon wouldn’t try to hide. When he revealed the metallic creature, it had its forepaw in its chest, twisting the mechanism inside. Once finished, it looked up at him and swished its tail, accompanied by the soft, metallic whirring of gears. “That was Ms. Springwarden. They say that, somewhere out there, at least three people are unable to make that ‘hmph’ sound, because she’s using all of theirs.” The dragon leaned its head down, opened its jaws, and picked up a twisted bit of scrap metal, then shook it around a bit, which got a chuckle out of Finn. “It’s too bad you’re not as big as the dragons I’ve heard the people who live on airships have. You could just eat her, then. Although, I wouldn’t have been able to hide you while I built you.”

The clockwork creature flicked its head and sent the scrap flying through the air, to land in the discard bucket. “Fast learner,” Finn remarked. “So, you need a name. I think... Eve.” He paused. “It’s not weird to name you after an elementary school crush, is it?”

Eve responded by tossing another bit of scrap into the bucket, then wiping her mouth on his hand.

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Finn prowled through the dense pipework of the underground, eyes peeled for the rats he was supposed to exterminate. In one hand, he held a bag full of rodent corpses - his proof for payment. The other hand gripped what might charitably be called a tiny harpoon launcher. It looked similar to a certain toy gun, popular among the children of wealthy families, and that was no accident - although he would have the kid he stole it from think otherwise. With a bit of tinkering, a wire to save on ammunition, and a much better spring, Finn considered himself the second best at this sort of job, something that led people to avoid asking too much about the improvised tool.

A squeak cut short, then rapid metal-on-metal clanking heralded the arrival of the first best at this sort of job. Eve trotted up to him, two dead rats in her mechanical jaws. Over the past five years or so, Finn had found or fashioned bigger replacement parts for his dragon until she stood nearly at his waist. Long since unable to hide her under a bowl, of course, the story now was that she was a defective mechanical dog he had scored for a pittance. Regardless, Eve stood attentively next to him, waiting for him to open the bag for her. When he did, one rat fell into the pile of its brethren, and as for the other...

Eve tossed and flicked her head until the rodent’s body aligned with her jaws. A new whirring noise kicked in as sets of wheels dragged it down her metal throat, and then a sickening grinding sound bounced around the pipes and fixtures. The dragon opened her mouth again and wiped it on his pants leg, to his mild dismay.

“You’re gonna have to drop that habit, or I’ll put you back on winding-only.”

Eve went still for a few seconds, but the gentle whirring of her insides picked up. When she moved again, she brought one upturned forepaw in front of the other, then cycled them around each other, and finally tapped her throat.

“Break a habit for a voice?” Finn asked. “Eve, voices are hard to come by. You know I would’ve gotten you one by now if I could.”

The sound of a much smaller creature skittering along the metal ground caught both of their attentions. Finn spun, aimed, and pulled the trigger, and a barbed, pointed pole flew from the tip of his weapon, with metal wire following shortly after. The rat screamed a squeaky scream, then fell quiet, and Finn reeled in his shot and prize.

Eve pressed her paw against his leg for his attention. She pointed her muzzle at the gun, then curled back at her own chest, and then she once again tapped her paw to her neck with an insistent clank-clank-clank. Finn furrowed his brow. “I’m pretty sure voice boxes are in a league of their own...” he started, then smiled broadly at her. “Then again, so am I. Mind giving up more than half your rats from now on, so we can go shopping for anything we can’t find?”

The dragon’s metal plating rattled against itself as she wiggled in anticipation, then bounded off to massacre more vermin.

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It was a glorious ceremony. Everyone sported their most elaborate suits and dresses, all in a modest brown. Some of the more adventurous gentlemen had constantly-turning gears on the hats they politely kept in their laps, but no longer were they nor their headwear the center of attention. Ms. Springwarden, soon to lose that name, stood in a beautiful, ornate, white dress, and stared adoringly at the man standing in front of her, who-

BOOM!

A shout rose up from the crowd as what used to be a wall was replaced by a hole and a dragon. The elaborate mechanical creature’s outer plating was a mismatch of bronze, iron, and steel, as though it had been dressed in a junkyard. And perched on its back was a man with a daring grin, who Ms. Springwarden found strangely familiar...

“Well! Ms. Springwarden, aren’t you moving up! The big boss himself, I wonder if you’ll outlast his last four wives!” Finn shouted as he dismounted the dragon, landing with a roll and ending up right next to the bride-to-be.

Without opening her mouth, Eve spoke. “I am confident he will be her husband for the rest of his life,” she said. Her voice was unnatural, amateurish, and it sounded like it belonged in some sterile, form-over-function research lab, rather than a well-tuned dragon. Before anyone could react, she opened her jaws and snapped up the stunned man, soon feeding him to the wheels hidden behind her neck plating.

“Aw! Eve! I had planned this whole quip about how his factories have a great quantity of people and I’m about to increase the average quality!”

“So lie in your memoir.”

Many of the guests had fled the scene, with only a few hiding behind the benches, and Ms. Springwarden herself remained frozen to the spot. “Wh- who...?”

Finn swept into a deep bow, mockingly low. “Finnegan Shine, Ms. Springwarden. My friends call me Finn, but of course you never did. You may not remember me, and I sorely wish I could say the same. But now then...” He stepped backwards towards Eve, who lowered her head and opened her jaws. Finn leaned against her neck, feeling the whirr of the wheels making up her throat thrumming through her metal body. “They say marriage is for better or worse, right? What say you join your hubby in the ‘worse?’”

Eve’s distorted voice joined in once more, saying, “I remember you. That he is offering you a refusal is far more than I would have.”

The woman - having found a worse fate than being left at the altar - took a step back, shaking her head. “No... no. Please, no.”

To everyone’s surprise, the dragon snapped her mouth shut with a loud crash of metal, and Finn clambered back up onto her back. “Then it’s a damn lucky thing I’m not you, miss,” the man said, before the pair of them escaped through the dragon-sized hole in the wall.

Finn hugged Eve’s neck tight. One down, an unfortunate number to go. He just hoped his friends were having as much fun as he was.

#dragon #dragons #smaugust #smaugust 2021 #steampunk #writing #text

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galaxy-parchment · 4 years

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Jon is outed as Steampunk

Hello my beautiful patient followers. I’ve returned with TMA content because it’s my latest obsession. I’m proud to say that my first contribution to the fandom is an obligatory Mechs!Jon fic because I find them hilarious.

Tim was doing his best to avoid having to go up to the boss’s office all day, but was very disappointed to find he had no choice but to pop in for a visit to give him some of the ‘possibly true’ statements.

It wasn’t like he was going to believe it anyway - what was even the point? The guy was so uptight Tim didn’t think he knew how to have some fun and imagine the possibility that maybe there was something exciting in the universe. Tim supposed that didn’t really change the fact that he needed to give the guy his precious statements, so he groaned and grabbed the pile he’d gathered up.

He approached the door and stopped short of it, wondering if he would even notice if he didn’t give him the statements. He really didn’t have the energy for whatever job he was going to be given if he dared to walk in. Then something caught his ear.

Was Jon… chanting?

He was talking slightly quieter than his speaking volume and that definitely wasn’t English. It couldn’t be him speaking to himself. Jon had specifically told him the other day he didn’t speak any other languages. He tried picking out his words in case he was just mishearing, but the words were very clear and were certainly not anything coherent. He did catch him occasionally switch to humming. Was Jonathan Sims, head archivist of the Magnus Institute singing to himself?

Tim made a mental note of the more coherent words and stepped into the doorway.

“Hey, boss!” he couldn’t help but be amused at how Jon jumped at the sound of him. He ripped his hand away from his face, which was pressed up against it, and readjusted his glasses with the hand.

“What did you need, Tim?” he asked, looking up at him unenthusiastically.

“Got a fresh delivery of statements for you!” he said cheerily, stepping up to the desk and placing the pile on an empty part of the table with a satisfying slap.

“Later than usual I see. Doesn’t matter I suppose. Would you mind filing away all of these on your way out?” Jon said, gesturing to a pile of statement files that was even larger than the one he’d just brought in. Great.

“Sure thing, boss! Wouldn’t want you having any of the fun, eh?” He joked, which didn’t seem to carry the same amusement for the other man.

“Shut up, Tim,” he deadpanned, returning to his work, signalling that the exchange was over.

Tim wandered back to his desk faster than usual and frantically wrote down all of the phrases he could remember.

What were they…. He definitely said something that sounded like ‘yai’ and he thought he heard a ‘sothoth’. How was he supposed to find anything with this gibberish? With little hope he opened up his web browser,typing in the words, and was surprised to find it wasn’t gibberish at all. It was some Lovecraftian chant. He doubted Jonathan ‘this-statement-is-wrong-because-this-word-is-mispelled’ Sims would be the sort of guy to worship Cthulhu.

He’d been humming though, hadn’t he? Maybe it was a song. With his impeccable research skills he added ‘song’ to the end of his search and right there on the first page of results was a song called ‘Red Signal’ by the Mechanisms. He clicked on a video and listened to the song. That was definitely the same tune. It was strange, though. He never really pegged the bossman as someone that listened to this sort of thing. It reminded him of a folksy sort of punk or metal? Then the chanting stopped and switched to a spoken verse and Tim froze.

Was that Jon? It definitely sounded like him… Maybe the voice was a bit deeper and gravelly but Tim could have sworn that it was his voice. He frantically searched up the band. After looking through some photoshoots for some old albums he couldn’t help but stare. That was definitely his boss with quite a bit of makeup and dressed in some very over-the-top steampunk getup and flipping off the camera. He suddenly felt someone pressing up against his chair from behind.

“Is that Jon?” Sasha asked, leaning over his shoulder, squinting at the screen with her head cocked.

“Apparently,” Tim said, grinning ear to ear. “Look, I did some digging and it turns out he used to be in this steampunk band,” he continued, showing Sasha more pictures of Jon and his bandmates on the page.

“That’s amazing. He looks quite good in the pictures though, don’t you think?” she said with a chuckle.

“Right? He actually looks like he’d be fun to have a drink with!” He switched back to ‘Red Signal’ and started playing it. “I mean listen to this, he’s actually good, too!”

“How did you even find this?”

“He was singing it to himself and I used my incredibly advanced skills to track it down,” Tim bragged, making a show of readjusting his lapels.

“If only you put the same effort into actually working,” she chided, giving him a cheerful nudge with her elbow.

“Alas, I don’t think there’d be any work left for the rest of you if I did. It’s a public service to you all.” He grinned.

“Riiiight, because this place could run without me around.” Sasha grinned back.

The door to the shared office opened with a sharp creak and Martin stepped into the room.

They looked up and Tim called, “Hey Martin! How was Bexley?”

“Quite nice, actually! No creepy witches sending body parts to people, but there were some very kind old ladies I had the pleasure of speaking to!”

“Sounds like it was fun!” Sasha replied with a warm smile.

Martin was placing his bag down at his desk when he stopped and looked back at the two of them.

“What song is that?” he asked.

Tim grinned mischievously. “It’s called ‘Red Signal’, it’s by-“

“-by the Mechanisms? I had a friend that loved them, played it all of the time,” Martin finished, chuckling to himself at the memory. “I quite like their music, actually.”

Sasha and Tim took a moment to stare at each other knowingly and beamed innocently at Martin as he turned back to them.

Sasha looked at him with the same warm smile she’d given him before. “Maybe you could ask Jon if he’s heard of them while you give him your report?”

“Are you sure? It doesn’t seem like the sort of thing he’d go for,” he wondered.

“People can surprise you all of the time, may as well ask anyway. It’s not like he’s gonna hate your guts any more than he already does.”

Martin made a disappointed wince. “I guess so.”

“Don’t let that grump get you down, Martin, he probably just has a huge crush on you,” Sasha smirked.

“What? N-no! As if, that doesn’t even make any sense!” he stammered, turning back to his desk and sitting down to hide the red that was spreading over his face.

“Ask him, though, will you? I’ve already had to go up there today and he’s given me a whole stack of files to go through. Not sure I could take another trip,” Tim joked as Sasha moved back to her desk. “Don’t tell him it was me that was wondering, though, he’d probably think it’s a trick or something,” he added casually.

“R-right, sure thing, Tim,” Martin obliged.

—

Martin knocked on Jon’s half-open door later that day, report in hand. Jon spared him a brief glance upwards before looking back down at his work.

“Did you find anything regarding the Bexley statement?” he asked, not bothering to hide his disinterest as Martin placed his report on the table.

“I didn’t find the woman described in the statement, but I made sure to check every elderly Angela,” he said, a bit disappointed at how useless the trip was. “I did have some wonderful conversations about jigsaw puzzles with a few of them, though!” he added cheerfully. Thankfully Jon didn’t seem to be in a mood to scold him, but wasn’t at all invested in the conversation. Martin was about to leave when he remembered Tim’s request.

“Oh, uh, by the way, we were- well we were talking about it earlier so I was wondering if you’d heard of the Mechanisms? Like that space pirate band that used to play in a lot of London bars?”

Jon froze up for a moment before quickly explaining, “Erm, no I don’t think I have. Not uh…. not a big fan of going to see bands play at shows, you know?”

Martin raised an eyebrow. “Oh, okay? I guess it doesn’t seem like something you’d like… are you okay? You seem… off?”

“I’m quite fine, Martin, just a bit of a headache, I suppose. If you’ll excuse me I need to get back to this,” he said dismissively, returning to whatever he was writing down and setting Martin’s report on a stack.

“Sure! Did you need any tea? I’ve got one that’s really good for headaches,” he offered.

“That won’t be necessary, Martin, get back to work.”

“Right.” Martin concluded as he left the room.

—

Things had been going a bit too slowly for Martin’s liking in the past few days. That usually meant Jon got antsy about people not doing as much work. It wasn’t like there was anything to do in the first place.

He was at least in the break room with Tim having lunch, who was playing more Mechanisms music, so Jon couldn’t tell either of them off right now. As his mind drifted to Jon, the man himself entered the room with his own lunch and made his way to the coffee machine.

The song Tim was playing was pretty good. Martin curiously looked at Tim’s phone on the table playing the music.

“What song is that, Tim?”

“Ah, it’s called ‘Loki’, it’s from this great album called ‘The Bifrost Incident’,” he said with an obnoxious grin. Jon looked at them and ducked his head when Martin looked back.

Martin pulled out his own phone and searched up ‘The Bifrost Incident’ and found a video from a show that he opened up. After a bit of pre-show banter the first song started.

That was when Martin heard Johnny DeVille do the song’s introduction. He’d always thought the lead singer sounded familiar, but the paragraph gave Martin a very vivid recollection of the exact tone of voice Jon always used when he recorded statements.

That couldn’t be right, no way was that him. He took a good look at Johnny and looked between his own phone at the man with black cracks drawn on his face wearing the most steampunk outfit he’d ever seen and Jon, who was standing there, in his sweater vest, making a cup of coffee to go with his sandwich. Tim was looking at both of them struggling not to laugh and Jon was suddenly VERY interested in the coffee he had just poured out.

“JOHNNY DEVILLE?” Martin exclaimed, prompting Tim to bend over, choking on his own stifled laughter.

Jon picked up his coffee and claimed his sandwich from the table behind him and refused to meet Martin’s gaze.

“Thats- uh- probably just a coincidence… I’m, uh, I’ll just have lunch in my office today,” he mumbled out, clearly not convinced he’d covered it up at all and left the room without another word.

Tim pulled himself back up and let out a heavy breath. “Oh, ha, Martin, sorry, it’s just Sasha and I were wondering how long it was gonna take,” he sighed gleefully. “Hopefully he’ll face society again. Hard to imagine the bossman was ever that cool, huh?”

Martin stared at the door. “Yeah…”

—

The next day Jon came into the office, but hadn’t shown his face for the whole day. Martin felt bad about yesterday, he probably overreacted a bit. Tim assured him it was fine and that the boss just isn’t the type to take a bit of embarrassment on the chin. This didn’t stop Martin from dropping in with a cup of tea when it became clear Jon wasn’t leaving his office for lunch.

Martin knocked on the door and upon getting a gruff ‘yes?’ from the other side he let himself in. Jon was more dismissive than usual and didn’t even spare a glance at him. Martin wasn’t sure how much of it was his usual grumpiness and how much was because of yesterday.

He set the tea down in the spot Jon usually kept it, right next to his coffee mug from yesterday. Martin waited for any acknowledgement. The acknowledgement never came and Jon’s expression was unreadable. The fact that he was looking down intently didn’t help.

“You know, I think it’s pretty cool that you were in a band. It’s not like you’re a murderer or something actually bad,” Martin said, desperate to break the silence. Jon clenched his pen tighter and looked up at him cautiously.

“That’s… kind of you to say…” he responded.

“Don’t worry about it, we’ve all done some pretty silly things. I will be honest, though, Jon, if being the lead singer for the Mechanisms is the most embarrassing thing you’ve done, I am extremely jealous.”

Jon smiled in a way that looked almost bashful on him. “It was a lot of fun, performing. It was a real shame when we all split after university.”

“I can imagine,” Martin sighed, silently cursing himself at how softly he’d said it. “Steampunk outfits really suit you, though, Jon. The makeup was a nice touch too.” He turned and made his way back to the door.

As Martin went to close the door behind him Jon grumbled, “Shut up, Martin.”

—

The next morning Martin found something on his desk. It was a Mechanisms shirt neatly folded up and a copy of the Bifrost Incident album, both signed by all of the band members.

The note lying on top of them read ‘I had a few extras at home - J’ and Martin couldn’t help but feel giddy.

#galaxywrites #the magnus archives #tma #fanfiction #the magnus pod #jonathan sims #the archivist #tim stoker #sasha james #the mechanisms #mechs!jon #martin blackwood

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xnchxntmxnt · 3 years

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This is my first time ever doing an event so if I put this in the wrong spot I am soooooooo sorry.

Alex

She/her/hers

Virgo

Male but if you really feel female that’s totally cool

I’d describe myself as shy until you know me then I’m weird, I tend to really worry about what people say so putting myself out their can be hard but I’m a super touchy person once I know you

I love photography, reading and cooking/baking

In a partner I want someone who understands that I have bad days/weeks, someone who is funny and honest A big deal breaker would be if they don’t have any respect for those around them and cheating

I switch from wearing all black or dark colors to pretty sundress with bright colors. I love steam punk style and totally wish I could pull it off

The colors that best describe me are probably yellows and blues. And my favorite color is purple

Top 3 songs right now are Just like fire, Vices, and Play with Fire. My music taste varies a lot but my favorite artists are Panic at the Disco, Black Veil Brides, and Pink

Thank you for your writing. Also CONGRATULATIONS!

@maleficents-minion

You did everything great! No worries, that’s exactly how you do this! Thank you for participating & thank you for the congrats! I’m glad you like my writing :)

After reading, I’m gonna put you with…

✧ 𝑌𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑖 𝑇𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖 ✧

God ur lucky I love this man anyways

✧ 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑀𝑒𝑡 ✧

Okay, consider,,, Yamaguchi + photography

I can so totally imagine this heads up like

It’s perfect if I do say so myself

He was thrilled because he got a camera he’d been saving for years

This dude was so smiley and couldn’t shut up about the camera

He and Tsukki went to a park to get pictures of the cherry blossoms while they were in bloom because he always thought they were beautiful

When he was there he saw you in his camera for a second, just walking by

He almost dropped the camera jfc

He was like ASDFGHJKL TSUKKI PRETTY GIRL

Tsukki laughed at him like

“Talk to her dummy I’ll hold your camera”

“I CAN’T TALK TO HER SHES TO PRETTY”

“I think she heard you”

He goes BRIGHT RED and just whips around

A couple of feet away you’re staring at the ground, also red, but smiling nevertheless

So he does

He goes over to talk to you and he’s awkward and blushy and smiley but the awkwardness is kinda charming

He tries apologizing and you’re like “no it was kinda cute”

Which makes him more embarrassed but still smiley

You two spend a while talking before Tsukki gets bored and walks over to him and is like “so did you get her number yet” and the process starts all over again

Safe to say, the two of you ended up seeing each other again

✧ 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 ✧

Because of how you two met, he calls you his cherry blossom I don’t make the rules (i mean I do but--)

He’s your strawberry

He does the little nose rub thingy a lot

He’ll get excited and he’s lean his forehead against yours, then bump your nose with his, then kiss the end of your nose

Call you beautiful if he’s in a sappy mood

Okay okay consider

E y e l i d k i s s e s

He loves it when you count his freckles

Like he’ll just stare lovingly at you as you ghost your finger over his cheek

Making little constellations or doodles like connecting the dots

He just stares at you with the biggest heart eyes ever

He’s so in love

He’ll love to read with you

Read to him

He’ll read to you

You two can sit with music on and just read your own books and just vibe

Growing up with Tsukki he’s not used to quiet there’s always music on whenever you do anything

Including baking

He’ll steal you away while you’re covered in flour & other things and pull you in and dance with you

He’ll sneak up behind you and snitch food

Sometime’s he’ll help but he likes seeing you so passionate about baking

Honey if you’re having a bad day, he’s the best

You don’t want to talk to anyone? He’ll leave you to your space. Maybe send you a couple of paragraphs about how much he loves you a couple of hours later

You wanna cuddle up and watch tv? He’s there with your favorite snacks

He finds cherry blossom petals and dries them and givens them to you in a little jar for the ~aesthetic~ but also cause they remind him of you

Am I imagining him giving you a jar of petals with a ring at the bottom to propose to you? Not at all why do you ask

you r best bet is just

Love him

Love him a lot

Give him the validation and support he needs and he’ll give it back tenfold

He loves you so much, just love him in return and you’ll be happy forever

✧ 𝐴 𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑇𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖 ✧

P I C N I C S

He’s so sappy sometimes but it’s so endearing

For an anniversary or something, he’ll take you to the park where you met and you’ll have a little picnic

Especially during the evening so you can take pictures

He offers to give you a little photoshoot during the sunset

And you accept under the condition that you get to take pictures of him too

So you do and a picture of you becomes his home screen for a long time (it’s always different pictures of you though)

You watch the stars after the sun goes down, talking about anything and everything

It started with him with his head in your lap and you playing with his hair

Then eventually you laid down too and managed to wind up with your head against his chest and curled up against him all comfy

✧ 𝑍𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑐 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 ✧

Geminis are very good communicators, which sparks curiosity about Scorpio’s personality (who are not as much so). They’re very good at sparking new ideas and developing them further together. With good communication, they can be a very good fit for each other. Both signs’ egos and pride can become a problem, but if kept in check, it could be a good relationship.

I feel bad there wasn’t a lot of information I could find supporting gemini+scorpio relationships but I said I will go down with this ship so here we are

✧ 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝐴𝑒𝑠𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐 ✧

You gave me a lot of different ideas and I totally love steampunk! You could totally pull it off. But I think this sums you two up well...

✧ 𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ✧

Tadashi gives me more chill, bedroom pop/acoustic music vibes, so I tried to find a combination you could both enjoy. Also, I listen to similar music, good choices :)

Cover Me In Sunshine - P!nk

Iris - Sleeping With Sirens

Nine In The Afternoon - Panic! At The Disco

Northern Downpour - Panic! At The Disco

If I’m Lucky - State Champs

Somewhere In Neverland (Acoustic) - All Time Low

Runners up - Azumane Asahi, Sawamura Daichi

#✔︎spencerwrites #✔︎ — matchups #yamaguchi tadashi #tadashi yamaguchi #haikyuu #haikyuu matchups

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