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moonlit-dreamers · 5 months

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i present to you... him

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neil-gaiman · 30 days

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Good day Sir :)

What are your thoughts on hardcopy drafts? whether they be scribbled notes or print offs with notations, are they worth keeping around or are they better to line the birdcage with or in the recycling?

I keep them. I try to keep everything, though. You never know.

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geraskierfanficprompts · 19 days

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Prompt #2

There is not NEARLY enough Rapunzel AU fanfics. I'm thinking of mighty witcher Geralt coming across a lone, tall, moss, ivy, and lavender covered tower out in the woods, and being surprised to find a young man imprisoned there. I love the idea that instead of paintings like Disney's Rapunzel used to fill up her time and tower, that instead he sings and makes songs, so there's like.. Lyrics and sheet music scribbled onto the walls.

♡!Optional addons!♡ • Geralt is tracking down an evil infamous mage, of whom turns out to be the captor of this gorgeous musician he found

• Jaskier has blonde hair until it's cut like in Tangled, to call back to his Dandelion roots (hah.. Roots... Like hair... and dandelions..) • We could go the Disney's Tangled route and have there be a lost Prince Julian that Jaskier just so happens to resemble (and secretly is)

• Perhaps Jaskier is physically bound there by magic or chains, Or perhaps he's there out of nothing more than guilt, shame, and/or fear toward the person keeping him there • Perhaps Jaskier is a painter in this universe, and above all, wants to see real buttercups, dandelions, etc, out in the wild, for they don't grow near his tower, and the best he can get is his own paintings of their descriptions in books.

• Maybe if we feel more adventurous, Jaskier could be part harpy, kept in a mage's tower in a birdcage, kept for his magical hair activated by his magical singing (Ooh, this gives me more bird jaskier ideas.. You might see those soon)

• Or perhaps, after Blaviken, a witcher is sealed away in a tower, only for some dumbass (affectionate) struggling bard to stroll across and think it a perfect shelter from the oncoming rain.

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heqrts4chuuya · 4 months

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I feel like we as a fandom got over the character songs too quickly.

I mean I've said this once and I'll say it again if you're one of the people who don't wanna read the light novels for some reason (which you totally should) but still wanna understand the characters beyond the anime/manga, look at the character songs!... Or at least some of them. But like Im still obsessed with Darkness My Sorrow (of course Im gonna talk about Chuuya why wouldnt I?)

The screenshots and my thoughts under the line cut!

This part is something I think about A LOT. Especially:

"I'd rather just fall than go back to being alone"

I am clawing at the walls as I scribble in my notebook dedicated to Chuuya like a madman in the corner of my room

Seriously though this whole song I know its about him but its actually so him.

This whole part. I lost my mind. Does it not just perfectly capture the essence of his character? I feel like I'm going mad why does no one ever talk about these?

"Even if it feels like I might be trapped, there is no room for sentiments"

"The world is a birdcage, faded in colour, even if I lament I can't, get out of this prison"

"I have not yet fallen apart"

Theorists please say things about this song cause I have so many thoughts and not nearly enough words. Like??

Bonus: Dungeon skk reunion scene mention

#bsd #bungoustraydogs #bsd character songs #bsd chuuya #im clawing at the walls

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flockofcrowsinatornadoofcreation · 1 year

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Birdcage, Chapter 15

Second Child, Restless Child

The Ninja trudge into the living room, collapsing onto various pieces of furniture.

"Well, the trial wasn't too bad," Jay murmurs.

"Speak for yourself," Morro grumbles from the doorway. "I don't even know what community service is!"

Kai waves at him from where he's flopped, half on the couch and half on the floor.

"Relax, dude. You just have to work with us to defend the city. It's only a month. No big deal."

Nya's eyes brighten at Kai's words.

"That reminds me! You'll need a new gi, Morro."

"Why can't I just use my old one?" Morro asks incredilously. Nya smirks.

"Well, it's completely ruined, for starters. Also, it probably won't help your reputation, since it's the one you wore as a ghost."

Morro grumbles at that, but relents.

"So, what color are you wanting?" Nya whips a notebook and pencil out of thin air and begins scribbling something.

He thinks about his options. Green is definitely off the menu, he thinks bitterly before shaking off the thought. He likes black, but that's Cole's.

"Purple."

The Ninja stare at him.

"Purple?" Zane repeats.

"That's what I said," Morro responds gruffly. "Is there a problem with purple?"

"There is an honorary Ninja who wears purple, but he wouldn't mind... would he?" Cole muses. Lloyd sighs and stands.

"I'll call him. It's time we checked on Nelson, anyway."

"Cool," Morro mutters, catching a glimpse of bronze from down the hallway. "Look, I'll talk to you guys later. Just need to do something."

"Sure," Lloyd says. "Take all the time you need."

The smug tone in Lloyd's voice should be ringing alarms for Morro, but he's too distracted to think about it.

He finds Echo in the courtyard, dangling from the roof overhang.

"Echo? What are you doing?"

The nindroid drops from the overhang, landing on his feet. His look of surprise quickly fades to a sheepish smile.

"Hello, Morro. I was climbing the roof."

"Yeah, I can see that," Morro says, shaking his head. "But why are you climbing the roof?"

Echo ducks his head, looking almost shy.

"I wanted to see why you liked sitting on the roof."

Morro hums, wondering why in the world Echo would want to know that.

"Can-" He cuts himself short, but Echo's curious gaze prompts him to continue.

"Can I join you?"

Echo smiles brightly, eyes glowing. Before Morro can contemplate why his heart just skipped a beat, Echo grabs his hand and drags him over to the wall.

"It will be easiest for you to climb here, correct?"

Morro opens his mouth to respond, but stops short as he feels the wind brush past him, tangling in his hair. He hears it whisper a question, and he lets a smile form.

Alright. I suppose we can try.

The wind picks up, greeting Morro as a long-lost friend. His smile grows, and he tugs his hand from Echo's grip.

"Morro? What is-"

Morro doesn't hear that last part, because he's launching himself into the sky.

The breeze whips itself into a tornado around him, cradling him in the eye of a vortex. Morro isn't sure when he started laughing, but it's a wonderful feeling to laugh so freely.

It's a wonderful feeling to fly.

It's over all too soon. His feet touch the tiles of the roof, and he lets the vortex dissipate.

He hears roof tiles move behind him, and he turns to see Echo scrambling onto the roof.

"Morro," Echo gasps, "what was that?"

Morro grins at him, still riding the high of flight.

"An old friend. My oldest. Would you like to meet them?"

Echo stares at him, eyes wide.

"That was Spinjitsu! Zane told me you didn't know it!"

"I do now!" Morro crows, turning his face to the sky. He can hear his element humming beneath his skin, loud after being silent for so long.

"Welcome back, old friend," he murmurs, letting the breeze wreathe past him.

"Could I learn Spinjitsu?"

Morro blinks in surprise, turning to Echo, who looks at him hopefully.

"I mean, it's mostly just Elemental Masters who know Spinjitsu."

Echo's face falls, and Morro scrambles to make him smile again.

"But I do know of a couple people who don't have Elemental Powers and did Spinjitsu, so you have a chance."

The bronze nindroid tilts his head, eyes bright.

"I do recall Zane telling me that Pixal did Spinjitsu with him. Is she who you're referring to?"

"No, actually. I was talking about Misako."

"Who?"

"Lloyd's mom. Wu taught her sometime after he took me in."

"Ah." Echo nods. "Wu does seem like someone who would do that."

Morro smiles fondly, thinking of the day Wu found him digging through the trash.

"Yeah. I guess he does."

"He must be very proud of you," Echo breathes. Morro glances at him, the beginnings of a frown growing on his face.

But then he meets Echo's eyes, and Morro sees grief there. The glow of his eyes is dull, black teardrops collecting at the edges.

"What's wrong?" Morro asks softly, feeling strangely protective of the nindroid before him.

Echo looks away, tears running down his face, dark oil on warm bronze.

"I'm sorry. I did not intend to- I-" Echo cuts himself short with a sob, hiding his face in his hands.

Then -- to Morro's horror -- Echo digs his fingers into his face, creating an awful screeching of metal on metal.

"Hey!" Morro yelps, rushing forward. "Don't do that!"

He pulls Echo's hands away from his face and holds them tight, trying to prevent Echo from hurting himself. The moment he touches Echo, the nindroid shies away, but Morro doesn't let go.

"Echo, look at me. I need to see if you've hurt yourself."

When Echo doesn't move, Morro sighs and places a hand on Echo's jaw, tilting his face to look at him. Echo freezes, making a sound similar to a whistling teapot.

As Morro looks over Echo's face, he tries to ignore the peculiar burning sensation nestled in his chest. He can't help but notice that the curve of Echo's jaw under his hand is warmer than he thought it was.

"Well, I don't see any dents," Morro notes with relief. "You should be fine, but don't..." his voice trails off.

He's just made the critical mistake of looking Echo in the eye.

Sometime between one second and the next, Morro's brain shuts down, the only coherent thought being "Holy shit, wow."

Lightbulbs had just been invented when Morro left the Monastery in his youth. He'd loved the color, the light of them, like a warm candle flame caught in a piece of glass. Going into the nearby town to look at the lights was the last happy memory he had before leaving the Monastery. As desperate as he was to become the Green Ninja, the feeling that came over him as he looked at the warm glow... well, it felt a lot like hope.

Echo's eyes are the exact same color as those damn lightbulbs. Warm, soft, and safe.

Then his brain catches up, and Morro realizes just how close he is to Echo.

Danger! His subconsciousness screams as he jumps back, stumbling a bit on the roof tiles.

"Morro? What's wrong?"

Morro looks at Echo, at his warm glow, at his kind eyes, and does the only thing he can think of.

He runs.

#ninjago #flockofcrows #g&gficverse #morro #ninjago birdcage fic #g&g birdcage fic #at long last! i have returned!#citrusshipping #echo julien

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sunset-mp4 · 4 months

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h :}

oh one moment I believe you forgot something hmmmm

*step, step, step*

*rummaging noises*

oh- I don't think it's here. please be patient dear ::} I seem to have misplaced your missing piece.

*step step step* you follow them down a dark hallway, it's unfamiliar, normally you do not enter their home. the home itself is neat but still decently messy. a mess only they understand. tables and shelves full of certain specific clusters of small items, from books to squishy fidgets to plushies, yet none of it to overbearing. no, it's alright. the dim light may be due to the fact that only one lamp is on, and it is in the shape of a dinosaur. glowing a bright light from its light green silicone body. it smells like petrichor- how this is possible without any damp or misty atmosphere in the home is beyond you. you continue down the hall. doors line the sides. each of them an old yet friendly type of dark wood that would possibly give you splinters if you run your hand down them enough times. some of them are more decorated than others. one has a lot of sun decor on the drong, stickers and a little hanging sign with words in a language that isn't a language- no it's just. actually a bunch of scribbles and doodles. another with a lot of moon decorum, glow in the dark stars and a little moon light nailed to the wall. currently though it is off. there appears to be a running theme with astronomy in this abode. you finally reach the end of the hallway. they release your hand and then open the door. a spiral staircase winds downwards in a dreaded manner. "wait here whilst I search, if you hear anything it is normal, fret not." you watch as they go down and down into the depths, yet you are to curious to remain put. you go back down the hallway and into the living room, grabbing the dinosaur lamp from earlier and taking him down the spiral staircase with you. clank clank clank. your shoes press against the metal of each step with an echo of significance. a sign, a reminder of where you are for you and the room. clank clank clank. the staircase feels longer than it should be, you're thankful it has railing and proper protection. clank clank clank. you finally arrive at your destination. the room is vast and quite empty, boxes here and there, a birdcage full of some strange aura coated in mist and vicious mortality, a ghost with legs flapping it's wings around as it eeps and eeks around. you see them rummaging around in one of the boxes, you set the lamp down nearby and wait for them to be done. "hmmmmm AHA! HERE IT IS!" they swiftly turn around but leap once they see you, not expecting you to be there "GAH! ::} WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!? this is a place for my creations and creatures! not a place for friends! get out of here before the wrath of xafus gets hungry!" they quickly start to usher you out, taking your hand and going up the staircase. the both of you end up back at the living room, you look at them with utter confusion before they sigh and smile at you with a smile akin to the Cheshire cat. "I got what you were missing dear ::}, hold out your hand...c'mon don't look at me like that, be not afraid, just hold out your hand and close your eyes."

you do as told and something hit's your palm.. it's solid, hard, yet also soft at the same time..you close your hand and feel it's weight go from rock solid to easily squish able in moments. you have no clue what this is. "It's your i, you forgot it whilst trying to say hi to me this arvo my friend." so you did.

#sunset asks #::} anon #story #or something

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1driedpersimmon · 1 year

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Just popping in to say that I listened to the BB playlist and am now OBSESSED with the idea Fish in a Birdcage from his PoV

It's literally him before leaving Wammy's House

Hehe I’m glad you liked my much choice ;)) that’s EXACTLY what I was thinking haha (there’s also 13 songs ;))))

I’ve scribbled up a few notes for my music choices 👀👀 I thought it’d be fun to share (here’s the link again if you guys want heh X)

#asks #I’m glad someone listened to my playlist agdvhsbhsc it’s a little chaotic but I think it suits B no?#anyways #I wanted to make some for L and Matsu too but… much harder there’s so many songs hgrrggg #anyways enjoy! I hope my lil scribbles make sense…

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lunamadrigal · 2 years

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Are you okay luna? What have you been up to? In case nobody has asked lately <3

Aww you're so sweet 💕 I'm ummm doing OK? I know it's been quiet around here or the fandom in general maybe (?) I appreciate you checking in. Things are weird for me atm and idk how else to explain it. Sometimes your brain just needs a break. I do really appreciate this though for very personal reasons so thank you for thinking of me.

I won't leave you empty handed so here's a song I'm hooked on today and a photo from my Friday walk along with quick scribbles.

She has become unreachable

Her roots wandered too deep into the darkness

They beg for the kind of vibration that only another soul can hear

So dig me up

dig me up

#not encanto #it's nice to not be forgotten #thank you for this #idk why august is hard for me #brain empty #be grounded they say... the depths are dark #i am melancholy and melancholy is me #don't read too much into that jibberish.. it fit the mood of that walk

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likemesomesalads · 2 years

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I need to keep asking about Asura 34 for all of them and if you're up for writing a lot then also the full interest section

I've got a headache so i pass the interest section for all of them, sorry but I will answer 34 for all so buckle up:

34. What’s their room look like right now?

Eaxxy: Her room is consisting of one small bed, a desk, a chair and a lot of paperwork and ideas. Paperwork is stacked neatly on one side of the table. Ideas and sketches of projects are plastered all over the walls in groups. What are the groups? nobody but her knows. Her bed's neatly made by her cleaning golem that's programmed to ignore not crumpled papers.

Fiffaren: Her room is very clean and neat and dynamic looking thanks to the built-in neon lights. which are pink, of course. Not a speck of dust or mess in there. It would distract her from writing songs. She has some succulents here and there but it's very lost in the room's lighting. She has a guitar stand beside her desk with the instrument neatly resting if she doesn't write songs or practice. THe whole room smells like those artificial cotton candy candles.

Lallax: It's not really his own bedroom as in a bunkbed room he shares with other gladiators. It's mostly empty, a little dirty and smells like sweat and cat fur.

Tipa: Clean and organised, more so than Eaxxy's. The word one would use is sterile. And it smells like that too. Herbed is really fluffy and cosy though. There's a giant shelf filled with filers and files on her patients that she sometimes runs over before sleep to see if they need check-ups or have to contact them to ask about symptoms, etc. Sometimes some of those files are resting on the desk instead, neatly stacked. She's a neat freak.

Emmi: Untouched mostly. Haven't slept in her bedroom for ages, the curse of being the commander. It's definitely dusty, the bed probably half made, old projects' papers chilling on the table, unorganised. powered off golems resting in the corner, The room smells dusty and faintly of flowers from the air freshener that's now empty and out of commission.

Llindd: Very bird themed. Bird pillows, feather blankets, and bird books on the shelves with bird statuettes as decoration. Drawings of birds were plastered above his desk and scribbled over with details of the species. There's a birdcage in one corner, holding a pair of canaries, Bip and Bop. The room also smells like birds, due to it's residents which he doesn't mind but guests mentioned it's not the nicest.

Renn: Little fancy, bit of teal neon lights around the bed but mostly filled with patterns and details. the wallpaper, the bedding, the shape of the furniture are all very abstract and mismatching. bookshelves have a lot of anatomy and medical books on them and notes Renn made as a pathologist.BIt's still organised but in a bit of a chaotic way. At least Renn knows what's where. In a corner, there is a neon green bean bag. It's for Jelly. He loves that shit. The room smells a lot like vanilla, except Jelly's corner

Jelly: He has no room of his own, he chills at Renn's place and sleeps in his bed or in the beanbag Renn got for him at his request. They're dating btw. The beanbag smells mostly like gunpowder and smoke due to Jelly's work as an engineer.

#thanks for asking #my asura #Jul Jelly #Renn #Llindd #Emmi #Tipa #Eaxxy #Lallax #Fiffaren

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moonlit-dreamers · 1 month

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holy shit, me drawing and posting something? wow. so rare, i know

anyway saving the light au be upon ye

sometimes sunshine needs comfort... and a lot of it-

REBLOGS APPRECIATED

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finishinglinepress · 2 years

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TO ORDER GO TO: https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/likeness-by-katrina-roberts/

Katrina Roberts is the author of Underdog; Friendly Fire; The Quick; How Late Desire Looks, and Lace. She edited the anthology Because You Asked: A Book of Answers on the Art & Craft of the Writing Life. Her poems have been included in The Pushcart Prize Anthology, Best American Poetry, The Bread Loaf Anthology of New American Poets, and elsewhere. Her visual erasures and reviews, poetry comics, and graphic pieces appear widely in journals such as BOMB, Brink, Interim, The Ilanot Review, Thrush, American Journal of Poetry, Root & Star, Poetry Northwest, Permafrost, The Journal, and in anthologies including Evergreen: Fairy Tales, Essays, and Fables from the Dark Northwest. She writes and draws in Walla Walla, Washington, where she tends to vines and animals; teaches, and curates the Visiting Writers Reading Series at Whitman College; and co-runs Tytonidae Cellars & the Walla Walla Distilling Company. (Please find more here: www.katrinaroberts.net)

ADVANCE PRAISE FOR LIKENESS by Katrina Roberts

We live in a complicated world—Katrina Roberts, in LIKENESS, knows this, too, and reflects it in the structures she fashions on the page. […] This work will lead you to ask: Will the mirrors remain intact? And if broken, what, then, will be reflected? And isn’t our own house also made of words? And images? Our lives? What does this say about our vulnerability? Is this what makes us all alike?

–Octavio Quintanilla

What curious wilderness might come from allowing the visual to occupy more fully the space of text—lest we’ve forgotten, too, that text is visual? In LIKENESS, Roberts is both auger & answer. At once a prophecy of potential for the flexibility of language & fresh confirmation of the fact of our own imaginations, these poems are unconfined & still razor-sharp in their generosity. I have waited for a collection like this. LIKENESS is a thrilling & necessary addition to our understanding of multiplicity & its joy.

–Meg Day

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–Lia Purpura

I want to use these wonderful meta-fables and homemade fairy tales as poetry prompts. My poem after Katrina Roberts’ [you claim never to have peered into a mirror to see a cannibal?], for example, might involve a soup can or mention the pen & ink quirks of Andy Warhol. LIKENESS is a veritable inspiration engine. Even the table of contents reads like a brilliant cento of poetry. In fact, I doubt Roberts distinguishes writing and drawing: every sumptuous line is a poem.

–Terrance Hayes

If, as Max Ernst said, the art of collage creates “a spark of poetry,” Katrina Roberts’s LIKENESS is an utter explosion of poetry. In these pages, Roberts urgently attempts to solve the mystery of the mortal body through immortal bodies: sketches of sculptures, drawings of paintings, and speech bubbles filled with signs, signifiers, and scribbles. The imagery calls to mind the haunted energy of Bianca Stone or Louise Bourgeois, but the singular vision is all Roberts.

–Kelcey Parker Ervick

What I love best about these delightful creatures is that they show us the humor and tragedy of our own heads: songs of the psyche, in bright and colorful poised solace, carrying and embracing one another. This is a gorgeous and enchanting book.

–Bianca Stone

In LIKENESS, Katrina Roberts’s perceptive eye teaches us image by image, poem by poem, how disparate fragments can be drawn together into a wonderfully strange and beautifully perceptive whole. These poetry comics reinvent the lyric mood and reveal the transformative power of imagery and metaphor. LIKENESS is a pleasure to behold that teaches you, with each passing page, how to see the world with fresh wondering eyes.

–Kathryn Nuernberger

Katrina Roberts‘ LIKENESS is unlike any book or cloud or sorrow or sanctuary or house or stone or garment or forest or revelry or snowstorm or body or star or needle or lullaby I have ever been inside. It is far more beautiful. And far more real.

–Sabrina Orah Mark

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#poetry #preorder #flp authors #flp #poets on tumblr #american poets #women poets #finishing line press #small press #book cover #books #publishers #poets #poem #smallpress #poems #binderfullofpoets

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beeapocalypse · 4 years

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WAIT . compilation of the closest things ive got 4 refs 4 all my elder scrolls ocs rn :] theyre all kinda silly+out of place in tes but ive had a ton of fun making them so far

#bee.txt #scribbles #not to reveal bias of any kind but my favorite to draw is . bites-tail LOL #the first four are by far the most developed out of all of them and i think overall its. smoke-paws whos got the most thought put in2 her??#idk smth abt her whole thing w selfish curiosity+a habit of unthinkingly hurting those around her when shes rlly NOT trying 2 be that way--#--just. hits me eueughu her fallout w lydia is rlly sad like there isnt even any conflict between them he just. sends her home from--#--solstheim so he can recruit teldryn sero (someone familiar w a land completely alien to him) and thats. it they never--#--see each other again bc she gets stuck in apocrypha as herma moras new birdcage champion and she never REALIZED what she did. no--#--second thoughts abt how HURTFUL that was how she was replacing lydia after all theyve been thru together so quickly

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alterlifes-a · 6 years

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Welcome to the Melty Land ♡ Where tragic dreams so beautiful are laid down to rest

#ANGAI SONNA FUTURE ...#SENTENTEKINA FUTURE .....#ANGAI SONNA FUTUUURE ... DA YO ....#ru scribbles #gif #gif /#i quaff down the squabbling birds trapped in my throat —– force them into my heart ‚ ensnared by birdcage ribs . / tooru.

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joeyborovicka · 6 years

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Study for The Horror Host . . . . #drawing #ink #inkpen #inkdrawing #line #illustration #pilotg2 #scribbles #doodles #sketch #sketchbook #bw #blackandwhite #horror #horrorhost #thumbnail #chair #basement #coffin #birdcage #gorilla

#line #inkpen #pilotg2 #doodles #blackandwhite #inkdrawing #illustration #coffin #sketchbook #sketch #gorilla #chair #scribbles #horror #bw #drawing #birdcage #ink #horrorhost #thumbnail #basement

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muffinrecord · 3 years

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All Witches in Magia Record and The main series memorized and written down.

MAIN SERIES Gertrud - Rose Garden Witch - Distrustful Nature H.N. Elly (Kiristen) - Box Witch - Nature: Covetous Suileika - Dark Witch - Nature: Delusional Gisela - Silver Witch - Nature: Liberal Albertine - Scribble Witch - Nature: Ignorant Elsa Maria - Shadow Witch - Nature: Self Righteous Urhmann - Canine Witch - Nature: Craving Izabel - Artist Witch - Nature: Vanity Patricia - Class Representative Witch - Nature: Onlooking Roberta - Birdcage Witch - Nature: Rage Quitterie - Needle Witch - Nature: Respectful Itzli - Oblivion Witch - Nature: Vengeful

MAGIA RECORD Zenobia - Sandbox Witch - Nature: Immersion Candy - Bunny Ear Witch - Nature: Princess Stacey - Rooftop Witch - Nature: Dreamer Rebecca - Sheep Witch - Nature: Insomnia Sarah Mirabilis W - Mirror Witch - Nature: Seclusion Lucy - Vagrant Witch - Nature: Homesick Matasuburo - Chocolate Witch - Nature: Minor Role Durbar - Ikigami Witch - Nature: Ablutions Box Wood - Stone Dwelling Fish Witch - Nature: Being Confined Oshiti - Gokumon Witch - Nature: To Weep Raspberry - Critic Witch - Nature: Authority Shitori Egumo - Happy Statue Witch - Nature: Suffering

It's been a few days so this was in reference to me saying that I do not remember any witch names--

I'm still not going to remember witch names, but you put a lot of work into this and I apologize for not posting it sooner. Maybe this will be helpful for someone? I'm just not a witch person tbh, I find them sort of... like background scenery. I'm more interested in the characters themselves.

#Muffin Record #Ask Muffin #btw #that last part is just my opinion #i know for a lot of people that the draw is the witches #the art style is really unique #it just doesn't do anything for me personally #but ive seen some folks say they prefer witches over the characters #and thats valid too

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deathleadsarc · 2 years

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@thefatalmarksman sent a letter: 7, 11, 17

Send me a Number | Accepting

7. What do you enjoy daydreaming about most?

“ Truthfully I no longer daydream as I have grown to plan. What was once simple wishful thinking has become more of a schedule to me over the years. Therefore, I do not need to daydream, you see? If I am wistfully sighing from my thoughts at the moment it is only because I am not in my lab to make those thoughts a reality. ”

11. Describe the memory of the last time you felt true happiness.

“ Happy by my own standards, I am always satisfied. But true happiness, I do not know. Perhaps it had been in the care of my brother? ” when freed of That Creatures grasp, hopping along outside the birdcage of Centrals’ Underground, just before taking the wrong turn and having a door shut on her until death. “ It all depends on one’s definition of what happiness is, and true happiness that can hardly be measured. I will say, the moment I picked up an alchemy book and began to truly learn. No fear in my heart and only questions in my head. ”

17. What is something you own that is important to you? What makes it so important?

“ Now this one is easiest! My dear brother Edward left his first alchemy book with me before he died, all his notes scribbled in the corners of the pages and looseleaf papers stuffed in random chapters - I don’t need it, of course, but looking at his scrawl from time to time is quite comforting. ”

#answered #thefatalmarksman #ty bebby

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