Analligator🐊

🐊 | 25yr | lazy artist | tfgraves, krtsk and satosugu enthusiast | aroace (she/her) | ▪︎ 🇧🇷 ▪︎

[jaynovz]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Word count: 8k Fandom: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga), とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Olruggio/Qifrey (Tongari Boushi no Atelier), Olruggio & Qifrey (Tongari Boushi no Atelier) Characters: Qifrey (Tongari Boushi no Atelier), Olruggio (Tongari Boushi no Atelier) Additional Tags: Young Orufrey, pov qifrey, Character Study, summertime, swimming lessons, Boyhood - Freeform, Crushes, Fluff, Light Angst, Bittersweet, because that’s what Qifrey’s life is, Banter, flirting via casting spells for your bestest bud (as usual for these muppets), PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, achingly tender cuddling, an attempt at the Yorkie accent god bless, set before the tassel swap, Tongari Boushi no Atelier Manga Spoilers, Chapter 93 Spoilers (Tongari Boushi no Atelier) Series: Part 1 of Stay With Me (Just For A Little Bit)

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Summary:

“Say Qifrey…” Olly rests his crossed arms on the bank. “You don’t know how to swim, right?”

Qifrey jolts in place as if struck, pen falling from his grasp. Olruggio surely knows he doesn’t, having saved Qifrey from drowning the first time they met. He also knows how much he loathes water; loathes the sensation of being wet so much he must be coaxed like a feral animal to the baths each week—bribed with the promise of baked goods and adventures—just to keep him from roaming the Great Hall looking like an unkempt vagabond. With Olruggio taking over the task of washing his hair for him as he shudders through it.

Qifrey frowns deeply, not meeting his eye. “…No.”

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On a summer day out, Olruggio tries to teach Qifrey how to swim.

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Hellooooo first WHA fic lfgggggg~~~

As you can see I have lost my entire damn mind over this manga!! Genuinely I have never started writing fic this fast after getting up to speed on canon!! What!!! 

Anyway, very much more to come because I planned a follow up to this fic before I had even halfway finished it, lol. So subscribe to the series if you’re interested.

In this one: teenage boys being boys (affectionate), summertime cuteness, and me keeping Qifrey in a limbo state of fear and joy. Sorry babe! That’s your life!!

Please enjoy <3<3

[rynsketches]

these tags by @vaguely-concerned cracked me up so I had to sketch it as baby Orufrey

bonus:

[disorderlyspring]

Another landscape n an alt ver of my previous post

[inlongas]

Hi everyone! My first post on Tumblr!

A few sketches with Olruggio

[a-ir07]

Orufrey with long hair~

[rainechiime]

lowkey inspired by @juicyspacesecrets i love their fulcrum stuff sm

[vaguely-concerned]

extremely self-indulgent but some lines I especially liked writing from the olufrey fic (not connected to each other especially other than that I find both darkly amusing):

“What’s that?” Olruggio said, pulling the door closed behind him and leaning in curiously.

“A sword,” Qifrey said wretchedly, like he was admitting to some abominable act of forbidden magic, or a torrid affair.

and

He had still managed to keep this traitorous growth from finding a permanent place in the garden of his mind when, one day alone on the road, the realization finally washed over him fully that if he never went home, if he could only stay his damn course this go around, third time’s the charm, he would never again have to see Olly’s face grow slack and empty as the memory erasing spell took hold. Qifrey would never again steal the past and future of his best friend to keep himself alive like some parasitic infection in his own right. Olruggio would live his life freely, without this strangle vine promise of their youth sapping him of substance.

And in that moment of perfect relief, the silverwood had seized its chance.

Only pure luck ensured that no one had been there to witness Qifrey angrily blinking tears from one eye and plucking foliage out of the hollow left behind by the other, each leaf already going sullenly autumn-limp and brown along the edges as the branch they sprung from retreated back into the shelter of his body. A few of them got in his mouth, the bitter ocean tang of tears mixing with the vegetal sharpness and rot of fallen leaves before he could spit them out. The taste had made him feel sick. Sicker.

At that point he hadn’t had much choice but to bury his face in his hands and admit to himself that for all that it was a terrible plan and he was terrible for having conceived of it in the first place, it was the only plan he had left.

[tesnuzzik]

Summer! 🍊

[r1verrat]

⭐ the sky's kindest, most radiant star ⭐

// please don't repost my work elsewhere! reblogging is always appreciated :) TT | IG | BS 🦋 //

[nyuisnt]

WHA CHAPTER 93 SPOILERS!

'And just like that, you can wipe a person's mind of the memory behind the tears.'

[eleoleander]

i love you beyond memory

(this is the third piece in a series, the individual works of qifrey and olruggio are here!)

[mega-ditto]

I heard this audio and couldn't help but hear Qifrey-

How tf does this guy take baths if he can't stand the rain??? I've started reading the manga after the finale and if they never explain how he bathes I will be mildly disappointed.

[analligatorr]

a tree

[limeekak]

BR SORVUS FOR GOOD LUCK

[eikosposts]

[analligatorr]

The Torch, The Star

[sovirana]

been reading that manga and oh god ohg dsjkhjghsj

here's a future standee