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Create a dragon based on your muse

Create your muse as a dragon then tag however many people you’d like to do the same! REMEMBER TO REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG!

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Tagged by: @ikkaku-of-heart (thank you!! <3)

Tagging: @somftchilds @zahraalgernon (i know u like dragons nami so here) i think almost everyone else has been tagged but feel free to steal this if you haven’t! 

 HATCHLING  ➜  ADULT

#dash games #//tried to guide myself by sea angel colors #idk if he actually resembles one but whatever i've spent too long on this #i have no idea what this breed or element or anything means but #its cute

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𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄  𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘  𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ?

bold for always/most of the time, italics for sometimes, strikethrough for never, and (parenthesis) for additions.

ANGER.    jaw clenching,  hands balling into fists,  teeth grinding,  yelling,  going non verbal,  stuttering speech,  rushed speech,  slow concise speech,  rambling,  quiet,  arms crossing,  shaking head,  tearing up,  animated,  expressionless,  projects,  internalizes,  vents,  withdraws,  passive aggressive,  direct,  physical outbursts,  verbal outbursts.

JOY.    easy smiles,  fighting back grins,  suppressed laughter,  loud laughter,  giggles,  chuckling,  smirks,  whole body laughs,  covers mouth when laughing/giggling,  throws head back when laughing,  slaps leg,  touches people around them when laughing,  looks down when laughing,  looks for eye contact when laughing,  sparkling eyes,  bubbly happiness,  quiet subtle happiness,  obnoxious happiness,  wants to spread joy,  quietly savors joy.

SADNESS.    crying,  bottling it up,  seeks distractions,  wallows,  meditates trains and processes,  avoidance,  seeks out comfort,  withdraws,  talks it out,  internalizes it,  sad smiles,  depression naps,  uses alcohol,  uses drugs,  seeks out sources of joy,  fidgets with sentimental item,  sits in silence,  broods,  gets moody,  wants someone to share the misery,  tries to hide negative emotions,  nurtures (feeds) others to make themselves feel better.

EMBARRASSMENT / SHAME.    blushing,  looking away,  rubbing at back of head,  covering face (with hoodie-thing),  laughing nervously,  laughs it off,  overthinks,  lets it go,  self deprecating humour,  deflects,  gets irritated,  smiles,  withdraws,  crossing arms over stomach, crossing arms over chest,  hands in pockets,  shoulders sinking,  shrugs,  falling into silence until comfortable again,  talking a lot to compensate.

GUILT.    avoiding eye contact,  shoulders sinking low,  head hanging down,  crying,  chest aches,  lashes out,  internalizes,  apologizes,  deflects,  communicates,  withdraws,  grand gestures for forgiveness,  accepts fault easily,  punishes themselves,  martyrdom,  victim complex,  guilt complex,  healthy conscience,  internalizes even after forgiveness,  seeking redemption,  moves on easily,  denial,  lack of guilt/conscience,  sorry they got caught more than caused harm,  can’t handle knowing they hurt others.

FEAR / ANXIETY.    trembling,  crying,  sarcasm/sass to cope,  rambles,  goes silent,  gets angry,  fidgeting,  clenching jaw,  picking at nails,  chewing at lip,  pulling at clothes,  adjusting jewelry/clothing,  swallowing thickly,  eyes widening,  over-reacts,  under-reacts,  calm,  logical,  panic,  irrational,  overthinks,  carefully analyzes,  talks to themselves,  breathing exercises,  flight,  fight,  withdraw,  fawn.

Tagged by: @rattusrexx​ (thank you! <3)

Tagging: whoever wants to do this! 

#dash games #Kitchen Experiments (Headcanons) #//i currently have brainrot for my little detective girl #but i still love my son #ill write some of his threads later #maybe tomorrow?

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reblog this and make a post with 🐻 to let your mutuals comment nice things about you and/or your portrayal on!

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son-of-beast​:

“I wasn’t allowed in them because they wanted me to starve most of the time. Their way of making me ‘submit’ to them and all that. That never stopped me, though. I’d crunch on rocks in the meantime.” Yamato answered rather casually. Although, he still never really cooked in a kitchen, and while he wasn’t banned for kitchen accidents, he should still not be trusted to manage kitchen utensils.

“I haven’t been banned from your kitchen! Yet! And I hope to avoid that! So I am going to listen to everything you say. How do you make these sugar cookies???” He seemed all too enthusiastic… Hopefully he wasn’t too big for this kitchen to handle…

“Oh,” he blinked. Guilt crept up at him, making him feel awkward. Maybe he shouldn’t have assumed the worst of him like that… He should try to be a bit more tactful. Maybe. “That kinda sucks.”

“Don’t worry, though. I won’t ban you from here so long as you do your best not to break anything.” And even if something did get broken, Clione would probably be able to forgive the guy. Probably. Temporary kitchen bans were more his thing than permanent ones, anyway.

It was a good thing Yamato seemed willing to listen to him, at least. 

“We’re going to need sugar, powdered sugar, oil and butter first,” he explained. “We’ll mix those together until it looks creamy, then we add eggs until fluffy, and later the dry ingredients. Vanilla goes last.” 

“Could you get the sugars from there?” He pointed to one of the cupboards near Yamato as he placed a mixing bowl on the counter. Clione was pretty sure he could trust him with opening the latch to the cupboard and grabbing a couple things. And maybe the cupboard just so happened to be a bit too tall for Clione, but he wasn’t going to say that out loud. “I’ll get the catering scale, oil and butter. Tell me if you have any questions.”

#son-of-beast #Following the Recipe (IC) #//he's on teacher mode now #also he's assuming the crunching rocks thing is an exaggeration #sometimes clione hears about some people's eating habits (like Loki's and now Yamato's) and he just. #he chooses not to see #it hurts his head otherwise #just feed them now that's good enough. the past doesn't matter don't think about it #ANYWAY #the sugars are like. on the back of the cupboard. and Clione always needs to sort of stand on his toes to reach it #he doesn't like doing stuff like that when there's someone else in the kitchen #especially if he can just tell the guy to get it for him without needing to explain

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son-of-beast​:

“Lamy-chan’s favorites seem to be sweets, so baking would be a valuable skill to learn. I never had much of a chance to be in a kitchen either, so it’s an exciting experience.” Although, Yamato would prefer if she would eat more than just ice cream most of the time…

Shimmering orange irises stared down Clione in enthusiastic anticipation. Recipe? He hadn’t thought about that. Yamato… didn’t know any recipes! Usually he’d just eat whatever he got his hands on, whether it be cooked or raw. That wouldn’t do for baking, however. “Um. Something that goes well with ice cream I guess??? I’ve never done this before, and I really was banned from kitchens for most of my life, so I haven’t witnessed cooking often.”

"Something that goes well with ice cream... Maybe sugar cookies, then." It should be easy enough for a beginner, at least, and he knew Lamy liked those. “There should be enough milk to make some icing for decorating, too.” But he should still leave a note to himself to resupply later. 

"Wait," Clione muttered suddenly, as his mind processed what the other was saying. "You were banned from the kitchens…? Uh, can I ask why, exactly?" he narrowed his eyes. Maybe he shouldn't have agreed so readily to letting Yamato inside his kitchen...

#son-of-beast #Following the Recipe (IC) #//clione vc: that's weird. that's suspicious.

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#On The Menu (Queue) #Under The Sea (Aesthetic)

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“THE COLOR WASN’T THE PROBLEM! Keep your lips away from me, you witch!”

#dash commentary #ikkaku-of-heart #//oh look he's running away now

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@ikkaku-of-heart​​ (in response to x)

#ikkaku-of-heart #//it took a bit since i was exhausted when i read the post but #I LOVE IKKAKU #she's so sweet. best big sis #the boy be blushing

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post-mortem-lullabies​:

Emil laughed back, loud enough Clione should be able to hear her. “Don’t get me wrong!” She called out, sliding her hand over a bunch of handmade clay tokens attached to airtight containers. “For all I care, you can waltz in at any time!” She found a token with pressing of wheat and P for ‘plain’. She took the container and turned to a rack full of bottles. “It’s just this is my general storage, not only for food and I keep things that might be unsettling to some people!” She found a bottle decorated with a token that had an impression of a sunflower - inside should be sunflower oil.

Emil returned upstairs and settled the bottle and the container on the table. She blinked at Clione and tilted her head. “Then again… Your captain is who he is, so perhaps jars with human parts and other weirdness wouldn’t disturb you. Oh!” She stood to her toes and clapped once. “I haven’t introduced you to Mister Boner, have I?” Emil put her hands on the table as she leaned over to Clione. “Would you like to meet Mister Boner?”

Ah, so it was that kind of storage.

"I think I'm fine, thank you," he turned down her offer, stepping backwards. Captain did keep similar stuff, but that didn't mean Clione enjoyed seeing corpses and such. He could stomach it, sure, but it wasn’t his hobby. 

"Though, if you're really keeping human parts in there, shouldn't it be a sort of separate walk-in freezer thing?" Like the one Captain had for the medical bay’s morgue. "Or do you have rotting human body parts stored in the same room as your cooking ingredients?" he asked, an eyebrow raised and a disgusted glance thrown at the ingredients set on the counter. If that was the case, then Emil’s kitchen was officially breaking at least fourteen of Clione’s cooking rules. 

#postmortemlullabies #Following the Recipe (IC) #On The Menu (Queue)

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What Herb Are You?

Basil

You wear a thousand masks and you claim them all. You say they are all you, all parts of you but some of them you picked up when you needed to be brave, some you picked up when you failed because you were yourself, some of them you picked up because you needed to be stronger for someone smaller, better for someone bigger, useful for someone crueler, and you can't help but desperately scramble for first place, for usefulness, to prove you're worth keeping around, to prove you're the best, to prove you're good enough, valuable, enough. You just want someone to tell you you're enough. You strive for success, to be a role model, to take the lead, to be someone everyone loves, someone who can't fall, someone who can't be hurt the way you were once, the way you're running from even now. Sometimes you just want someone to hold your hand and let you spill all your broken fragments outward but you know you could never let it go. The only thing holding you together some days is the image of perfection and success and security and the worst part is that everyone else needs you to never falter either because you so often are the one holding everyone together too. You can't help but wonder if your emotions are ever your own, if you are just an actor in a life that's not your own, if you were cursed to be a mannequin, a doll, from the moment you were born and placed into a life where you were a child meant to be seen, not heard, to perform, not live, and the jealousy the injustice or the pain is fueled into masks as you take the world by storm.

Tagged by: @rattusrexx

Tagging: @jaiguilian @multixminds and anyone who hasn’t done it yet

#dash games #//i wouldn't say this is 100% accurate #but it gets damn near at some points #'you can't help but scramble to prove you're worth keeping around to prove you're good enough' #YES #clione is so insecure on the inside #he KNOWS he's weak and he feels like a burden #and it's true he sort of wears a 'mask'- he pretends he's fine but on the inside he's really hurt #but he never lets himself talk about it or lets it show because he can't stand feeling vulnerable #'from the moment you were born and placed into a life where you were a child meant to be seen not heard #to perform not live' #that's... that's pretty much what clione's childhood felt for him #he spent so many years being told he was worthless that he finds it hard to be truly confident in anything even when he's older #anyway this quiz was only 4 questions how the hell-

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What Kind of Stupid Are You?

Smart until infected with stupid

You think you're safe don't you? You are probably the responsible one in the group, perhaps even the mom friend. You are relatively smart but all it takes is one little thing to suck all your braincells out. It could be hanging around your fellow stupid friends, it could be being left alone, it could be having a bit too much fun. The stupid lives inside you and it just takes the right environment for it to show.

Tagged by: stolen from dash 

Tagging: @rattusrexx @penguin-of-the-heart @jaiguilian and anyone else who wants to do this

#dash games #//he's totally a mom friend #but in a tsundere 'eat your fucking veggies' way #'the stupid lives inside him' yea pretty much

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“I’m her son, Clione. (...) Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?”

#picrew #Pocket Frog (Witch!Clione Verse) #Under The Sea (Aesthetic) #//i was messing around with picrews trying to find frog ones for helicina #and found this #its so cute so i'm sharing it with y'all #look at my babie #he's a little angel (literally) #i want to print this and put it in my wallet #to look at when i'm suffering at work #on that note- work's been a little crazy since its the end of the month #prob gonna ghost/only like posts until the weekend #i'll see about writing threads on friday/saturday

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Teriyaki salmon bowl

#Under The Sea (Aesthetic) #On The Menu (Queue)

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sweet & savoury bowls

https://instagram.com/younghees__granola?utm_medium=copy_link

#Under The Sea (Aesthetic) #On The Menu (Queue)

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ikkaku-of-heart​:

Ever since she’d moved to her own cottage on the edge of the Crimson Forest, Ikkaku had kept an ear to the ground regarding any and all witches that lived within a fifty-mile radius. Sometimes further. With the Coven having basically put a hit on her since she was twenty, it was necessary even when she’d been on the run. After all, she’d had familiars and summoned beasts sent after her, hail and small meteor strikes assailing the cottage, and even some nasty “gifts” left in her mailbox.

That last one was one of the major reasons she’d started renting a PO box, and not just because Killer had tried to eat the mailman too many times.

This particular witch, Helicina, hadn’t done much to Ikkaku directly past a few poisoned “welcome baskets.” At least, not much that Ikkaku could directly pin on her, anyway. That was the trouble with most witches - they usually tried to keep their murder attempts secret to avoid the backlash of a death curse. However, even if she hadn’t seemed to be overly fixated on killing her as some other witches, Helicina was still someone to be watched very closely. Ikkaku was well aware of the rumors about missing villagers and blood magic. Funny how nobody was declaring war on her for being “wicked,” though she supposed that since it was a “traditional” form of magic she got a free pass.

Didn’t mean Ikkaku liked it, and the only reason she hadn’t told Law about the evil witch in the Marzanna Forest was because she hadn’t actually been able to find Helicina’s cottage. Powerful hunter or not, she wasn’t sending her friend in to potentially get himself killed due to bad intel.

Yet as of late, the rumors had changed. Villagers had stopped going missing. Helicina had turned kind and welcoming. Naturally Ikkaku was suspicious and had decided to visit the village herself to see for herself.

When the cottage had appeared before her, she’d braced herself for a fight. Even if Helicina had decided to stop murdering the locals for her magic, that didn’t mean she’d welcome her in for a cup of tea. Well, maybe if it were poisoned. Yet, instead of an older woman, the face of a young man stuck his head out the door and gave a cautious greeting.

“Uh, hi?” Ikkaku replied, cocking her head to the side in confusion, the yellow ribbon on her pointed hat swaying with the motion. That was definitely not Helicina. Not unless she’d cast a glamour to disguise herself. Was that her style, though? Marco had taught Ikkaku about her particular system of magic, but it had been one of dozens, so it was hard to remember. Maybe she’d taken an apprentice? But with how traditional her coven was, she couldn’t imagine she’d teach a boy anything. Maybe fatten him up for a ritual, but not actually make him a proper witch.

Well, she wouldn’t get any answers standing around staring dumbfounded, would she? Best not to beat around the bush. “Sorry for stopping by unannounced. My name is Ikkaku. I’m here to talk to Helicina. We never met formally, but she tried to poison me a few times. Seems there’s been a sudden lack of missing persons reports in the area and I figured I’d stop by and see if she’s finally been stuffed into her own oven or if she’s just gotten smarter about where she gets her victims.”

Too blunt? Maybe, but Ikkaku preferred it to honeying her words and lying to some kid’s face about being the witch’s friend come over to swap cookie recipes. If she were talking to Helicina in disguise, she’d know she was lying anyway. If he was an apprentice, he’d either defend her or call for the woman herself. Either way, Ikkaku would have at least one answer.

“Oh,” Clione said, staring at the woman. “Uh, she’s, um, Helicina’s not really available right now…”

The woman -Ikkaku, she’d called herself- seemed to be mad. Clione couldn’t really blame her. He’d already guessed it was only a matter of time before all the people his mother had offended would come looking for trouble…

Thankfully Ikkaku didn’t seem to be aggressive, at least. If she wasn’t here to pick a fight, maybe there was still a chance he could make amends and fix things? 

Placing one hand inside his pocket to make sure no amphibian interrumpted the conversation, he cleared his throat and started talking. 

“I’m her son, Clione,” he introduced himself. “Sorry about… the poison thing. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again. Uh, would you like to come in for a cup of tea? Wait, no, that’s, it’s not poisoned, I swear, I just meant to-” he stumbled upon his words, realizing what they could imply, “it’s just that- it’s kind of cold, so I just thought you might want to come inside?” a hesitant explanation finally managed to come out from his voice, as he gestured towards the door. “The cottage’s a bit messy right now, but I have chamomile and lemon tea. And biscuits, too.”

#ikkaku-of-heart #Following the Recipe (IC) #Pocket Frog (Witch!Clione Verse) #//''that didn't mean (she)'d welcome her in for a cup of tea'' #is that a challenge

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even more witch!clione headcanons (and cottage)

I am too tired to draw snow, so please pretend it’s there. Thank you. Let’s proceed.

part 0 ★ part 1

Marzanna Forest is a winter forest. There’s snow most of the year, and it has a very cold climate. People in the nearby village usually wear heavy, warm clothes (as does Clione)

The villagers are aware that Helicina is linked to the missing people, and know that she is a dangerous individual, but they do not know she’s a witch. They do call her so, but only as an insult. They don’t have enough proof to get the police involved. 

The village is also called Marzanna because it’s a very good name and deserves to be used twice (*pats myself on the back*). 

Clione lived most of his life in the cottage, only rarely visiting the village. He grew up unaccustomed to technology since Helicina did not approve of it, and is clueless in terms of news and world events. 

The distance between Marzanna Village and the cottage takes about an hour to travel for the first time for a normal person, though if you know the shortcuts and are used to the forest you can make it in about half an hour. 

Clione wears a yellow scarf around his neck when he’s outside

Clione still wears fingerless gloves in his witch verse and has scars on his hands. 

The incident regarding the hands went pretty much the same, but instead of boiling oil, Helicina poured magical semi-acids/burning substances on the back of Clione’s hands. 

Kiore is Clione’s familiar, and Clione loves them (almost as much as I do)

Clione wears a light blue witch hat in and around the cottage. When he visits the village, he wears a hooded cloak instead. 

#Outside the Kitchen (OOC) #Kitchen Experiments (Headcanons) #Pocket Frog (Witch!Clione Verse) #//LISTEN I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS #ABOUT THIS VERSE #this is consuming me #please consider: #clione: i have adopted this rat. they're my responsability. i need to take good care of them #kiore (at the same time): i have adopted this baby. he's my resposability. i need to take good care of him #(they have slightly differring interpretations of the whole magical familiar contract thing) #i will go back to writing drafts #someday #i have art brain rn but theres a connection ok?? this is fine #if it makes anything better #i've been spending my time looking at the clione-holding-a-gun-while-smiling thing #and saying stuff like 'hewwo i'd like to buy two apple' and then giggling #my brother is worried