#ash has no braincells

[winterbl0ss0m]

never forget that i made a presentation about juuzou for my sociology class in high school where i had to choose an example of deviance in fiction

i pulled out the books and everything, made exact references, my friend recognized it when she took the class the year after bc the teacher used it as an example for the assignment since then

#when i tell u im obsessed with this dude. #my older mutuals on here KNOW. #been thinking abt him more lately<3 ive missed my silly little guy #ash has no braincells #red stitch of fate

[spittyfishy]

Pokémon Journeys ladies and gents

#I love the journeys trio #only one braincell among them #and it’s almost always Chloe’s #sometimes Goh has it but not when all three of them are together #Pokémon #pokémon journeys #ash ketchum #chloe cerise #pokemon goh #journeys trio #poke ani #pokémon anime #pokémon art #koharu pokemon #satoshi pokemon

[ashtnketchup]

dante has zero rizz but lady pines after him anyway. truly two halves of a whole idiot

#dante x lady #dmc #devil may cry #shut up ash #one braincell between them #lady usually has it

[wtf-amiru]

"Nine people I’d like to know better" aka @cantspelldragoonwithoutgoon drags me out of my pillow fort to expose my crimes

it's not even that i'm shy about tagging, get tagged homies, i just have no brain cells? So if we're moots, and you haven't been tagged in one of these yet, THIS IS ME TAGGING YOU, ILY BITCH [i'm full of spice today]

only if you want of course 🙊

Last Song: Comatose by Coheed and Cambria

Favorite Color: yeah no notes, black and purple here too

Last Movie/T.V. show: freshly out of the annual new year's The Mummy rewatch

Sweet, Spicy or Savory: all of them independently but it depends on the time of day, stock market and alignment of planets which one i prefer at any given moment [i'm not even going to change goon's phrasing of this because it's too real]

Relationship Status: Crazy Cat Lady (aka single and happy) [this is actually where goon just finds out i'm the canadian version of them?]

Last thing I Googled: "happy hoodie cat" (i need to frequently bath one of my cats, but also look at all these goobs)

Current Obsession: making guys [this is a key term i use for excessively making new characters in video games :3], usually thick elves

#if tumblr would let me pick from a list of moots this would be easier #but i'm old and these new fangled doodads confuse me #i've probably been on this site longer than most of you i really have no excuse really #but i don't have the braincell today #either ashe has it or it's run away again

[metaphorthejesterdraws]

hey look its humans metaphor nEvEr drAwS tHoSe !

i've been trying to practice drawing humans so i can...actually draw humans! enjoy some sketch sheets until i get around to more rendered art or whatever i draw next

(still cant draw faces/eyes quite right (getting the shapes and sizes of the eyes right evades me HORRIBLY) (also face proportions as a whole are lost on me lol) but i mean. better than before i suppose??)

my fondness for extreme expressions reeeaaaally shows here. man

#i dont have favorite characters in this game #what are you talking abotuthehahehahahahahahahaha #stay tuned ive still got more favorite idiots (affectionate) to draw lol #tw blood #cw blood #once again putting Both Just In Case #HOW DID THIS GAME COME OUT OF NOWHERE AND STEAL MY ONLY BRAINCELL. #fire emblem: three houses #fe:3h #fe3h linhardt #fe3h ashe #fe3h caspar #fe3h ignatz #fe3h spoilers #as someone who absolutely hates detailed shading #5 minute scribble shading (or? whatever i did here?) has been a lifesaver #if any of you can read my handwriting i applaud you #its kinda hard to tell but i really played around with the colors #especially with making the darker colors lean towards warmer or colder hues #it was fun definitely doing it again

[kohakhearts]

so basically. after watching all twelve hundred whatever episodes of the pokemon anime my final take is that ash has 7384849384 hands and they are ALL for pokemon battling

#and his platonic best friend clemont #taylor.txt #taylor watches anipoke #i finished the last episode (which was the last episode of bw for me bc i watched in a weird order but w/e) last week #and ive got a lot of thoughts but mostly im just trying to pick out which episodes/arcs i Need to watch in japanese #to make myself like. have better more cohesive Opinions About Things #this was a 6 month investment and it has taken a toll on my braincells for sure but yeah #not an ace ash post btw i just think theres something deeply intimate about the way he engages with rivals and friends via pokemon battles #and its all very Polyamorous. im joking its all a joke. i dont take anything seriously #im still writing my gary essay though

[whathebrick]

so you should totally like this post if you're interested in plotting stuff with bai hua :)

#🧱 — your mother buys you megablocks instead of legos. ( ooc. ) #she has stolen my braincell and i blame hari and ash for it #but also pspspsp

[gaysharkflame]

As I was taking notes for botany about plant cells, I thought "wow, it would be really cool to personify the innerworkings of the cells" before remembering that cells at work exists.

#ash has two braincells #none of them are working rn #college

[autisticlancemcclain]

“You’re not going.”

Keith picks his head up from the table. “Huh?”

“To the Blades,” Lance clarifies, chopping up something that looks like a bright pink potato and throwing it in a rapidly boiling pot in what Keith would call an aggressive manner. “You’re not going.”

“…I didn’t say I was.”

He didn’t. He didn’t mention anything about the Blades to any living soul. Like, yeah, he had made the decision and was going to, but.

There’s no reason Lance should know that.

“Good, then, because I took your uniform — which looks like a slutty catsuit, by the way, just so you’re aware — to the incinerator last night. It’s ash now.”

Keith stares at his best friend, jaw dropped, hands resting limply on the edge of the dining table, because — huh? pardon? what happened?

“Whatever identity crisis you’re having can happen here,” Lance adds, shaking some spices into the boiling pot and stirring it a couple times. He dips in a spoon, brings it up to his lips, then makes a face. “Here, try this.”

He marches over to where Keith has been moping as he makes dinner and shoves a spoon into his gaping mouth. Keith chokes, hot stew making its merry way down his trachea, eyes watering and chest heaving.

“A little too salty,” he rasps.

Lance scowls. “Fuck. I knew it. Gotta add more barbie potatoes.” He turns down the heat, grabbing more potatoes from the sack and busying himself with peeling them. Slowly, as he recovers from the fear of his actual lungs collapsing in on themselves, Keith stands, hesitantly approaching Lance and reaching for a knife to chop what he peels.

“So,” he starts.

Lance ignores him.

But Keith is used to this dynamic. It’s either this or flipped. Friends or not, if there’s one thing they can’t do it’s use their big boy words. So he carries on.

“I take it you…don’t want me to go, then.”

Lance grunts. “Oh, look, the caveman has room in his skull for a brain after all.”

“Uncalled for,” Keith says, scowling. “I am not the one who’s refusing to communicate right now.”

The corner of Lance’s mouth twitches upwards.

Score. Point to Keith.

“Obviously I don’t want you to leave, you stupid dumbass,” Lance admits finally. He wrestles the chopped roots out of Keith’s hands and practically dunks them in the pot, turning the heat back up. Keith smears his starch covered hands on his shirt in revenge (and then wisely takes three quick and giant steps back, well out of backhanding range).

“But there are too many paladins,” Keith points out. “You said it yourself.”

Lance grabs a dishtowel, twisting it menacingly in his hands. Keith tries not to think about the scar he knows Hunk has from when Lance snapped a towel at him when they were kids, wrestling in the McClains’ kitchen. He fails.

“Do you actually have any braincells left in your head at all?”

“Yes, jackass. That’s why I did the math. I leave and the numbers add back up. Problem solved.”

“You leave and Voltron falls apart,” Lance snaps. “So maybe crunch those numbers again.”

Keith stills. Lance steps towards him, still glaring, still menacing, but he doesn’t move — he holds Lance’s gaze, searching his dark eyes, looking for the words he isn’t saying. Because Keith…Keith isn’t the one holding Voltron together. There was a reason his heart caught in his throat when Lance came to him downtrodden and talked about being a seventh wheel. There’s a reason his duffel is packed, a reason he’s talked to Kolivan. He knows who needs to step aside.

“You just don’t get it,” Lance says, frustrated. He takes another step.

“You talk to us about teamwork all the time.”

Another step.

“You’re favourite thing to whine about is the bonding moment.”

Another step, this time as he pitches his voice high and mocking, flapping his hands.

“You never shut up about training as a group.”

One final step and he’s toe to toe, shoes to boots, nose to nose. Keith realises, startlingly, that they’re the exact same height, now.

“We are a crew, imbécil. Team, group, boyband. Whatever you wanna call it. All for one and one for all. The whole nine yards, all that cheesy bullshit.” He pokes Keith hard in the chest. “You don’t get to ditch.”

“But it makes more sense,” Keith argues, weakly and half-desperately. “We only have so many resources. If I can be useful at the Blades —”

“Fuck the fucking Blades.”

Keith deflates. His hand comes up to stop Lance’s jabbing finger, curling around his knuckles. Lance softens, slightly.

“I just want to be as useful as I can be.”

“And if you’re enough as you are?” Lance asks quietly.

Keith opens his mouth, but stops, automatic I’m not dying in his throat. For the first time in his life, it doesn’t seem like the truth, with the determined set to Lance’s jaw and the sliding of their fingers together, gripping tightly.

“Then I guess I’m staying,” Keith breathes.

Lance nods. “Good.”

Keith notices his hands are kind of clammy. His forehead, too, is a little sweaty. The air between them feels hot. Keith swallows.

“Your stew is on fire,” he croaks, voice rough.

Lance drops his hand, cursing.

“Oh — por amor de dios, hablas en fucking serio —”

———

At dinner, Keith eats his burnt stew without a word of complaint. When Lance drags him to the sink to help clean up, after, even though it’s not his turn, he goes, and he lingers too close and too long, and he’s grateful that the duffel he packed to leave home for good is laid emptied on his bed when he turns in for the night.

#fuck keith leaving ❤️ #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #pre klance #black paladin keith #red paladin lance #angst #communication issues #kekth angst #langst #klangst #brown eyed lance #insecure keith #keithtober #my writing #fic #longpost

[thelikesoffinn]

Honestly, Solomon is the type of guy that makes me wanna go full social worker on is arse. Like, what the ever shitting fuck is his damage.

Why the fuck does he hate his nephew this much? Sebastian is trying everything to save his sister and all Solomon does is swoop in and go "ROOOAAAARRR! NOOOOO!" *angrily destroys whatever cure the boy has found*.

Like.

Why.

Just let the kid try, for fucks sake. It's how he copes. It's part of the grieving process. The boy is fifteen and may be about to lose his sister after he already lost his parents. Give him a break.

And also, Anne was clearly excited about that cure. So why bother with throwing a fit? What could possibly go wrong? She's in debilitating pain already, it's hardly going to get worse.

And, on top of that: Mr. Super-Auror is awfully quick to abandon Sebastian the second it gets convenient. I'm not sure about you, but, as a caregiver, when I see my charge drift, I try to intervene. Try to catch him and find a reason why this is happening.

Because we are well aware that Sebastian isn't evil. He's desperate. That's a difference. And anyone with more than three braincells should be able to notice that. So when Solomon sees him cast that damn spell, he should have grabbed that boy, given him a stern shake - maybe a good slap to shock that old system - and a fucking hug to try and reel him back into the light. He needed fucking real talk and stability. Stability! But he just throws him away, which leaves Sebastain homeless and quasi orphaned. Wtf.

And then in that final show down he gets hit by one fucking basic cast that he literally provoked out of that desperate fifteen year old nephew of his and he thinks the logical next step is "fire tornado". On both Sebastian AND MC. For some reason.

And while literally trying to fry those two fifteen year old dumbarses alive, he yells shit like "You're no friend of my nephew!" and "It's your fault he went down that path!" to MC which is like bitch wtf. He was like that when we got here, we just didn't toss him aside like apparently everyone else did.

And that bastard is one to talk, pointing fingers while actively trying to turn his nephew and his nephews pal into two piles of Ash.

That guy is so deranged, it's not even funny.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #anne sallow #solomon sallow

[winterbl0ss0m]

i know its almost over but i want the crab badges i humbly request to be crabbed

#I WISH TO BE CRABBED #crab day #crab day 2023 #ash has no braincells

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

The Devil's Advocate

One Piece Imagine

- A Silent Observer -

...

"Wait...you live forever?!" The little Monkey D. exclaimed in shock. Eyes wider than the very plates before him, as they peered up to the tall woman standing just a few feet ahead of him.

Snorting softly at the boy's loud reaction, you rolled your eyes, "Yes and no --- I can live for as long as I please as long as I never receive a fatal injury. Like a terminal illness, or a stab to the heart. Do you understand, little one?"

The young boy quickly nodded, for a moment you thought his head would pop off from how quickly he was moving it. "How is that possible?! Are you a--a vampire?" You couldn't stop the grin that split across your face, he sure was entertaining.

"No, not a vampire. If I was, I'd be a pile of ash considering the sun is their enemy." Snatching a small piece of meat off his plate, much to his loud protest, you savored the taste as the flavors overwhelmed your taste buds.

You sighed, "Many many years ago, I had this...friend. she managed to get her hands on this very peculiar fruit, one that granted you powers if you ate it."

He practically jumped out of his seat, "Oh! I know, a Devil Fruit!"

You laughed, nodding your head, "Yes, a Devil Fruit. I'm surprised you even know that."

"Shanks told me! Hehe, he yelled at me for eating one."

The woman paused at his words, "You...ate a Devil Fruit, Luffy? Already?"

"Yep! It tasted like vomit, bleh!"

It was only then, that you noticed the strawhat sitting by his lap.

Leaning back into the chair, you huffed, "Wow, I really need to keep track of time. I mean damn, he even gave you his hat! I thought I still had a good two years left or something."

"Oi! Finish your story!" He took another chunk out of his drumstick.

Clicking your tongue in slight annoyance, you continued, "She never really used it--- don't know why really, she was just... like that, I guess. Regardless, one day, after a great battle, she was hurt, badly. And so was I. Rather than...saving herself, like she should've, she used her power to grant me immortality. She gave up her own life so that I could live."

"Why the hell would she do that for?" You smacked the back of his head.

"Because that's what best friends do for one another...even if the other doesn't like it "

Glancing to your left, you eyed the young boy you had met long ago, when he was just a stupid child running around screaming for a fight. A smile greeting the skies as more memories came to the very forefront of your mind. It's been a while since you've enjoyed such simplicities.

"When I grow up, I'm going to be a pirate and you're gonna be right there next to me!"

Closing your eyes to take a short moment of rest, you relaxed yourself.

"Me? Wanting me in your crew is one thing, impressing me enough for me to consider joining is a whole other thing, little Luffy." You teased, a loose smirk hanging low on your lips as the boy pouted.

"Then I'll just have to impress you!" "And, how will you do that exactly?"

Silence, which is impossible since Luffy is never silent. Snapping an eye open, the Devil Fruit user watched the pondering boy in light awe. For once, it looked like the braincells in his mind had finally connected.

"Then...I'll be like that guy!"

You narrowed your eyes in confusion, "What guy?"

"The guy in your stories! The one who always smiles!"

Oh.

Oh, how he reminded her of him.

You hummed, "It's tough business being the Pirate King. Are you sure you're up for it?"

He looked at you in curiosity, "Pirate....King?"

You nodded, "Yeah. King of all Pirates. You can only become that after finding the legendary One Piece, a treasure no one but one crew has seen before. His crew."

Luffy then grinned, "Then I'll find the One Piece and I'll become the Pirate King! You'll have no choice but to join my crew!"

Ever since that day, you've been around. Wordlessly observing Luffy and his little family of strays and bandits. Sometimes, you'd approach them, but only when their minds were elsewhere --- it was for the best. Although that didn't mean the youngest had any less luck in finding you. Luffy always knew you were there, perhaps not all the time, but enough times that he could tell the difference.

He'd talk about you to his brothers, in fact, he'd rarely ever kept his mouth shut about you. To be honest, the other boys had figured Luffy mad --- not at all believing him and his tale about the woman in the woods. Ugh, that sounded creepy.

But, at the same time, none of them could deny the moments where someone had come to their rescue at the very last second when their adventures went awry.

Ace and Sabo, on numerous occasions, had tried to find the mysterious woman, but to no avail. She must either be a ninja or a ghost, they figured despite Luffy's insistence on her existence.

And, every time, he would come crying to you. Yelling at you for making his brothers think he was crazy, a pain that would be easily soothed by the sight of food. (You did eventually reveal yourself, I believe)

You adored memories like these. They were few and far between within the length of your life.

Soon enough, you'd have to leave him. You already knew what his future held, in truth, you couldn't wait for him to discover his path to independence.

"Luffy, I'm going to be leaving today."

The boy froze mid-bite, "W-What? What do you mean you're leaving?!"

You frowned lightly, "Don't worry. I'll come back, one day. I have some business to attend to, business I've neglected for quite some time."

"Business?! But can't we do that together?!" You chuckled under your breath.

"Perhaps, when you're all grown up. But for now, no."

Standing up, the utensils on the table eagles at your abrupt action --- Luffy lunged for the fabric of your long violet coat, tears swelling up in his eyes as he tugged on it. Trying to pull you back down with his child strength. For a moment, you thought to entertain him, yet you knew you needed to go.

It was time.

"No! You can't leave now! You, uh --- I, uh---I don't want you to go!"

"Please, don't do this! Save yourself, not me. I don't deserve-"

You took a moment to breathe.

Coming over to his side of the table, you crouched down to his height. A small sympathetic smile on your face as you wipe away the tears from the apples of his cheeks, your thumb running over his stitched scar.

"Find me when you have a crew, Luffy. I won't join you. Though that doesn't mean I won't stay a while."

And with that said, you left.

Years would come to pass, many days became monotone while others became highlights. Such as today, when one of Morgan's birds came flying down to you with a rolled up scroll in its mouth.

Pride swelled in your chest as you looked at the contents of the paper.

Luffy's wanted poster.

Not a bad starting number, you smirked

You laughed.

"You're almost there, Luffy. Just a little bit more, and I'll be back before you know it."

...

(A/N): Originally speaking, the entire DA series was just like random headcanons of my OC in OP. But like, on a whim, I decided to publish it. And, well, you guys just ate it up so I continued. To be honest, there's not much cohesiveness but there is a shit ton of indulgences, so there's that.

This is actually the fanfic that pre-dates all the DA --- although, this is a completely altered version of the original. I think all of my DA works are from 2019 but this fic was made in 2018. It's a miracle it was still in my drafts.

CHECK MY CENTRAL MASTER LIST FOR NEWS ABOUT DA SERIES.

Anyways

Hope you enjoyed!

#reader #reader insert #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #anime #one piece #one piece x reader #onepiece #op x reader #op #op imagines #the devil's advocate #its been a long fucking time sorry

[radiance1]

I cANNOT believe this thought has escaped me for so long.

Okay so, you know my phoenix Vlad au I created, where he's the Duke of the Black Flame and by extension, one of or THE Duke of the Ghost Zone? (Honestly haven't decided yet heha)

Yea, ok so.

I don't know how it escaped me for so long, but y'know how Phoenixes are immortal right? By how they get reborn anew from ashes, yes?

(Idea territory btw)

So, I'm just gonna say that Vlad experiences that, because unlike Danny, he didn't stop aging at the ripe age of (really can be anything, but for the sake of this specific idea I'mma go with with) 40. He's envious of this, because he didn't like the brittleness and fragility of the human body when it's reaching its last legs.

Not even his ghost form was safe from the effects of aging, which baffled him, truly, it did. Probably had to do with his status as a halfa, which he disliked but what could he do about it, really.

So when he was finally on his last legs age wise, he practically welcome full death with open arms, ready to fully die and not be impeded by his human body.

No longer would his bones be break so easily! No longer would he need to use a cane as a walking aid in human form! No longer would his back scream at him from the slightest of inconveniences!

He would miss the ability to spawn candy from out of nowhere, however. That was nice.

So when he died, he was fully at peace with it and was ready to embrace full ghostly hood.

Then fate just decided to do a "FUCK YOU" with all caps to him in particular, because when he reopened his eyes, he was not met with the being a full ghost, no.

He was met with short limbs, a high-pitched voice, and the appearance of a 5-year-old.

You have got to be kidding.

He did NOT outlive Jack Fenton (out of spite, really) and Maddie Fenton just to have to relive his child years all over again.

He was a Duke for Observants sake, he couldn't be seen like this. The reputation he worked so hard to build, the respect he clawed into his talons and the awe he stole would go down the drain if this got out!

So he discreetly made his way over to the Master of Time and demanded he age him up to a respectable degree!

.

Perhaps he should reword that.

He politely requested the Master of Time to age him up back to adulthood, it didn't even have to be him in his forties! He would take even a goddamn 20 for Ancients sake!

Clockwork said no.

Breath Vlad. You cannot burn away the literal manifestation of time itself. You cannot burn away the literal manifestation of time itself. You cannot burn away the literal manifestation of time itself.

Then he noticed Clockwork's cheeky grin.

.

The more logical, sensible side of himself told him that no, do not try and fight the literal Master of Time, he would lose, and he still needs something from him.

But the more irrational, noticeably more feral part of his brain demanded that time burn for its insolence.

And, well.

The irrational side won out.

So of course, of course as soon as he acts undignified.

One Danny Fenton has to appear at the exact moment.

This was not a good day for him.

And of course, being the worst brat on the planet and the entire Ghost Zone, he had to make fun of him. Now, normally he would not react as strongly as he did, because of logical thinking and how he was just better than the brat, but was he feeling as logical then?

No, not really.

For the last time, he did not throw a goddamn tantrum, he's above that.

So of course, what two braincells he currently had access to came up with a solution to this current problem he was facing. The solution?

The Observants.

Appearances be damned he was not going to be taking jokes related to his current age any day of the week. So he flew over to them, dragging both the Master of Time and the Ghost King (yes, shocker I know coming from me.)- both of which, much to his charging seemed to be humoring him like one did a child- and demanded they do something to fix this.

And their solution was that he, now as a young child, would have to be taken care of due his current situation.

Vlad bluescreened.

Then calmly rebooted, and when he finally did so. Well, he very not so subtly decided to burn the Observants to the ground.

Unfortunately, Danny- who was practically his total opposite in nature due to his ice- put a quick stop to his attempts to burn those floating eyeballs to the ground. Then they had the absolute gall to act as if what he did wasn't at all reasonable and proceeded to use it in evidence for why he needs a guardian of all things.

He didn't need such a thing, he was perfectly capable of making logical, rational decisions as he was before his... 'rebirth'. Unfortunately, his statement apparently wasn't enough for them, because they very obviously, and very physically showed their doubt for such a thing.

And then, and then they did the absolute worst, most utterly reckless decision they could have possibly made in his decision.

The Ghost King (who was very smoothly made king after the previous one stepped down to live on a farm) was made to be his 'guardian'.

He's doomed.

The man wasn't even able to take proper care of himself on a good day, what do you mean he's going to be the one to (forcibly) take care of him!?

Ok, breath Vlad. He is the smartest (now that Maddie's dead), most logical and persuasive person he knows, surely, surely, he could find a way to get himself out of this predicament like any adult would.

Some small, tiny part of his brain, one not run by logical and getting increasingly bigger, whispered that he could always just. Run away.

The thought was getting more and more tempting the longer this went on with him not getting away, so you know what?

He did just that.

And now he's wandering the streets of some random world where goddamn heroes roamed about, living the life of an orphan and wondering how the hell he managed to fuck himself over so bad.

...He blames fate. It's always fates fault.

Also, what the hell is a meta and what does his wings have anything to do with being one???

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #I can't believe I forgot that Phoenixes can rise from their ashes bro #This opens up so many things #I think #Vlad literally gets rebirthed at the end of his 'lifespan' and gets fucked over so hard (in his opinion) that he just #ran away #Vlad has the memories of an old man #but his brain is very much not braining right now #so like #he knows he should be doing this one thing #but then just does the other because his rational thinking is being overrun right now by childishness

[jakey-beefed-it]

Things have been mostly okay- continuing to work at my d&d campaign while also playing BG3 has occupied most of my free time.

Picked up Frisbee's ashes yesterday, exactly a week since he died. Still deeply, deeply sad about the whole thing but better to have the ashes and think about him than the alternative. If movies have taught me nothing else, you can't run from your grief lest its spectre manifest in a creepy children's book and force you to confront it in a much more traumatic way. Frisbee loved me maybe almost as much as I loved him; he wouldn't want me to get Babadook'd.

See? I'm making jokes. I'm coping reasonably well all things considered.

Trying to remember him as a great happy chubster, before cancer had him fading away. Pictures help. I mean they also hurt a bit to look at, but they help me remember him at his peak Frisbee self- just the sweetest laziest cuddliest most demanding little adorable floof prince who occasionally got the sole orange cat braincell and used it for mischief.

Man, I miss him, though.

#boring personal bullshit #animal death #Frisbee the cat

[meltypancake]

hellooo !!

i’m curious how eliane gets along with the rest of the blue lions ? or just any other significant relationships she has with any students at the monastery haha :0

hallo!!! thank you for the ask, it activated so many braincells c:

i'll cover her relationship with the blue lions in the early academy days for now ♪(´▽｀) ranked by friendship level, here we go!!

people she's close to ↓

annette 😊💖💖 precious pal

A+ study buddy and the true reason why eliane hasn't missed the majority of morning classes

she has caught herself removing the pebbles off a road, thinking annette would and could trip on them (´。＿。｀)

there are too many pebbles in this world. she'll just have to settle with catching her friend every time she stumbles

ashe 🥹😊💖 fun to tease

eliane felt an instant kinship with ashe! fellow commoners with a shared interest in herbology make for a great team (^^ゞ

much to his chagrin, she's also way into the spookies. tales of ghosts haunting the monastery really get her going and he would like none of that, thank you very much

she makes him a potpourri pouch filled with ghost-repelling herbs. he ties it to his evil-repelling amulet.

mercedes😊💖💖 provider of snacks and comfort

being around mercedes makes her feel so cared for, she's the older sister she's always dreamed of (´▽｀)

they are both waaay too easy-going for their own good though... empires will rise and fall while they munch on homemade sweets

on friendly terms ↓

ingrid 😋🥔 bonding bites

these two have the most riveting discussions about which tavern offers the juiciest cut of meat. they find time to record a whole tier list of dining hall dishes in a shared journal

ingrid is her best, most faithful taste tester! food truly is the cornerstone of society

dedue 😯🙂 a greenhouse regular she's curious about

she always assumed he was some kind of plant magician. apparently magic isn't his forte, so what the heck is up with that green thumb?

he makes sure to teach her the basics of gardening (before she can ruin the flower bed). the first time her seeds actually end up sprouting, she runs all over the monastery looking to show him

(adding him in the list for completion's sake) dimitri 🙂 nice, but a little uptight

rather distant ↓

felix 🙂 amicable (entirely one-sided)

he's so blunt unlike the whole lot of flowery nobles, there's no second-guessing the meaning of his words which eliane likes. she's pretty fond of him! he finds her rather annoying though (oﾟvﾟ)ノ

eliane will seek out felix for a spar, get obliterated until he's fed up entertaining small fry and he shuffles off as she lays defeated (though not disheartened). rinse and repeat

any verbal abuse goes in through one ear and out the other with her. what a gremlin

sylvain 😐🤨😑 ?????

eliane has incredibly mixed feelings about sylvain which get progressively worse the more she gets to know him

he ping pongs between being genuinely helpful and sensible while also making girls cry on a daily basis... and it would make her life a lot easier if he could just choose one and stick with it !!!

any attempts to flirt with her get shut down. on a different note, she's a little miffed he never trains or studies yet still gets better grades than her

at the end of the academy phase she's become more or less close to everyone in the blue lions, except maybe felix. he's not the type to be all buddy-buddy anyway (‾◡◝)

thank you for reaching the end!!! c:

#ask #eliane #fe3h oc #annette #felix #dedue #dimitri #ingrid #mercedes #ashe #pancake (art tag)

[daisychainsandbowties]

I love a avatrice with all my heart but sometimes we need bealil and God bless you and your dads fic!!

oh anon, darling, i think you meant this for my very talented friend @birgittesilverbae but while we’re here i’m 🤝 with you about dads it’s everything to me i think it’s so so brilliant, astonishingly beautiful in how it takes bea and lilith and understands them. there’s nothing i like more than a fic that (picture me crying) makes me go “oh god, oh fuck. she would fucking say that wouldn’t she?”

dads bealil is everything to me. these girls are divorced, they’re dating they share one whole braincell. their vibes are immaculate they’re the two biggest losers you’ve ever seen.

it’s the growing up so entangled with each other that they hardly know how to breathe alone. (it’s the learning to do that. alone so they can be together) it’s the please leave your scarf behind in my life but it’s a #1 dad mug and it’s oh, i left myself behind in your life but we can never go back

(you can’t take loved away)

fic: dads just gets bealil, i think. more importantly it understands both characters and it loves loves loves loves both characters. it’s lilith who cares so much, the “if i loved you less, i might be able to talk about it more.” how she just wants so loudly and both of them tripped up by their tongues.

the ache of loving so much and so long it sets you on fire and touching fans the flames and not touching makes the dead heat of longing sit under your skin. the inescapable gravity of them, two lives locked in orbit around what they both love (their daughter, each other) and the endless refrain of bealil that is the love didn’t change anything, it didn’t save anyone, but it still matters that the love was there.

it’s beatrice sifting through the ashes of their life it’s how impossible i find it to tell which of them is more in love. the quiet loud impossible affection bea has and holds, scalding her. (as long as we both shall live) holding a mug in the kitchen and broken by the brokenness of this love that’s as vital to her as a heartbeat.

dads just understands them both so much. they’re stupid, they’re married they’re divorced i hate them they love each other. they’re gentle and scalding and they can communicate in touches, without words when they speak the words run roughshod over each other they’re meant to be together they’re doomed (it doesn’t matter) they’re a two-body problem to which the solution is a three-body problem.

so, yeah, fic: dads is a masterpiece it’s a beautiful piece of storytelling and i’m glad you adore it because i do too

#but you’re right anon fic: dads deserves so much love and so does its very talented author 💖💖🥰 #anon #fic: dads #you found the number one dads enjoyer blog lmao