what do you enjoy doing in your free time? or used to enjoy
Lots of things, and not always the same ones. But we both loved playing the piano.
We learned to play when we were little. Back then, we still felt like one being, and had a hard time functioning separately. Learning stuff like hand independence actually helped us figure out how to tell ourselves apart, while still working together as one. If we found ourselves a little too out of sync, we could play until we found that harmony again.
In a position like ours, you don’t get a lot of “free time”. Even when we were making art or playing sports or going to parties, that was part of our job, and music was no exception. Everything was some kind of opportunity. But even then, it didn’t feel like work. Whenever we played, we were free.
And the best part? Thanks to you kids, we still get to play from time to time. So bring a piano the next time you see us. Let’s play together.
Overheard in a manga store yesterday: "we need more yuri in here. I've had at least 5 girls coming up to me last time asking for yuri. Everyone wants yuri now". The world is healing
baby! apprentice getting suuuuper mad at their master and writing a note that says they “ran away” but they’re really just hiding under their bed or in their closet or something 😭
LOL, THIS IS SO 🥹🤍 (actually this is a bit mean, baby. Do not so it again, please)
Qifrey is used to their childish ways, he reads the “I ‘runed’ away” card and his shoulders shake with his giggles. Looks around for them, until he reaches their bed.
“My, Master Qifrey finally found you!” “Humm…” “Why don't you get out of the bed, ky dear? We could do something you like: playing, for example.” “I don't want to, I'm mad at you!” “Oh, my. May I know for what reasons?” “You told me my last spell wasn't good enough.” “My darling, did I? Master Qifrey should've uttered sweeter words, shouldn't he? Forgive me, my child. I shall never speak to you like this again. Now, would you be a dear and come to my arms?”
Easthies jusy raises a brow. He isn't gullible. He thinks they're just playing a prank—he keeps all doors locked, even if they wanted to, they'd be faced with an atrocious reality: an overly prepared overprotective Master.
“I acknowledge you're near, apprentice. This building has no places you could tressspass.” he's leaf by sniffing insider found underneath their bed. “This us a dusty place. Your nostrils might become stressed.” “I don't care!” “May I know what led you to this sort of misbehaving?” “You said I can only eat sweets during weekends!” “And this shall prevail. Spend eternity underneath the bed if you deem fit.” and he simply walks away until baby hugs his back all wide-eyed. “Perchance one candy won't cause maladies.”
Beldaruit is a confusing case for me. He can both fall for it, imploring Vinanna to search dor baby around the Great Hall, or he's understanding where they're hidden just by reading that short “I ‘run’ away” letter followed by a badly drawn sad face. The first case might unfold like this:
“Oh, I'm a Master of appalling attitude! I shall exile myself to Adanlee! I deserve nothing but the scorching endless blazes of purgatory! Huh… what's this sound?” “Master Beldy…? I'm sorry, please, don't say these mean things about yourself!” “Darling…” “Yes…?” “Why is half of your body coming out of your bed, sweetling?” “I was hiding here…” “Oh… Oh! Well… I better tell Vinanna… I should do it right away… but… for now let Master Beldy smooch you!”
Olruggio believes it, I don't care. Not as if they were sufficiently mature to trace a escape route capable of leading them far away. But the opportunities someone would have to kidnap them are what's keeping Olly's head spinning around turning upside down. Asks for Qifrey's help and, since he has four kids and might even deal with a baby!apprentice of his own… he tilts and whispers: “Olly, you believe on it…?” the search begins and sounds of chewing, alongside crumbles of cookie, lead them to that bed.
“Ya think it's funny? Do ya know how I felt thinking you've gotten kidnapped?!” “Sorry, Master Olly…” “Never do this again! Never! You're grounded until I've decided you learnt your lesson! Understand?” they nod and begin to tear up… “Hmm… Master Olly just likes you a lot, alright…? You can't go doing these things, they hurt my heart… come 'ere, kiddo…”
If you think you’re bad at art, at least know you gave your creation a soul. It’s not bad. It’s not slop. It doesn’t suck. You created it and you can be proud to say you did it without any generative AI.
So just know if you don’t feel like drawing or think you’re not good enough. Learning is a process. You are allowed to use references. You’re allowed to look up tutorials. Heck, you’re even allowed to trace if it’s just purposing for yourself.
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