#chera

[unteriors]

Chera, Valencia.

[oddmann]

Hello! Are there still plans to translate CHERA? It could be incredible, but it's understandable if not.

Have a great day!

Hello There!!

I am! I've been working slowly but surely on getting it done, though as I'm the only one doing it, its taking a long while I'm afraid.

I am hoping to have some help, but as of yet I've not found anyone as passionate about it as me, so unfortunately just me at the moment!

Hopefully I'll be able to get some help and make a translated APK hack, or something similar to that!

[hawkinsp0st]

oh so you mean the duffers watched clueless, the movie where the protagonist realizes the right guy has been in front of her all along bc he’s the one who calls her on her bullshit, and the relationship she’s been pursuing the entire film is fruitless because it’s based only on her false idea of love she learned from movies & soap operas, and also the guy she’s pursuing is gay?

[keyleth-clay]

(Second half of this ask from @fey-changeling)

Venture Maidens Ship Headcanons (one for each of my ships):

Arrnodel/Aaron: I like to headcanon Arrnodel as acespec, specifically demisexual (largely influenced by mild spite towards an offhand comment that Brittany made in one of the Q&A's from early on in Fate), and I think that that colours their relationship very heavily. Between her overall lack of experience, her only just now realizing that she can, in fact, experience sexual attraction, and Aaron being pulled between his love for Arrnodel and his loyalty to Mila and Rem, it's not surprising that their relationship got rocky towards the end of the campaign, though I like to think they end up working things out eventually (yes I am once again ignoring the legacy games 💙.)

Kara/Gidget: Chrysanthemums. Ever since the first date way back when, when Kara brought Gidget that bouquet of mums, I can't help but associate them with the flowers (and hey, you read Two Months, you already knew that, I wasn't subtle about it lol). In the language of flowers, they symbolize love, loyalty, and longevity, and I think that's really fitting for them. Kara has a mums-patterned shirt, Gidget makes Kara a bouquet of metal mums, Gidget's favourite perfume is chrysanthemum scented, etc etc.

(bonus Glitchhilde headcanon: you know that post about "rubber duck debugging"? Kara is Gidget's rubber duck.)

Fera/Chess: okay, so sneak preview for Two Weeks, but given that Chess is a demi-deity, I think we as fanfic authors get to break all the rules and let them do whatever the hell we (and they) want. Specifically, they can kinda... communicate telepathically/slightly share a body with Fera, even across long distances? If that makes sense? They can slip a little bit of their immortal consciousness alongside hers, since they're basically her patron, and whatever she sees, they can see, and whatever she feels, they can feel. This, of course, leads to some very fun and kinky sexual experiments. How strongly does Chess feel what Fera does? Do they feel it in their own body, or is their some kind of disconnect? Does the connection go both ways? Can Chess open up the connection a little bit more and (consensually) control Fera during these encounters? They have a lot of fun figuring it out.

Rem/Isolde: God, I'm not even sure what headcanons I have for them that you haven't given me... let me think............ actually, kind of inspired by you anyways, but since Isolde is connected to the Sisters of Sorrow (weavers), I think it would be cool if she was also a crafter - knitting being the obvious choice, but also a seamstress who creates her own dresses, too. I think she'd always wanted to use Rem as a muse/mannequin for some of her dresses, but wasn't able to until Rem ended up in her Wood Elf body (due to being gremlin sized™). After the gods fall and the two of them aren't the main leaders of the Sisters/Furies anymore, they'd have a lot more time to get to indulge in their hobbies, and Isolde gets to dress Rem up all pretty and then make a mess of her later ❤️🤍🖤.

Valerius/Dee: Okay first of all, not a headcanon, but I just want to yell about how much I appreciate their relationship. Valerius is quite overtly flamboyant, in a way that could easily be read as queer, and it's so rare to find m/f relationships where the man is a flamboyant guy but still genuinely attracted to women (rather than just a closeted gay man), and that the woman is genuinely attracted to that flamboyance. They just feel like everyone's cool queer aunt & uncle and I love it. As far as headcanons go, I think that Valerius is quite fastidious about his appearance and hates to (literally) get his claws dirty, but he'll always make an exception for helping Dee out in the kitchen. I think they're also both quite good with kids, and any time that the Sisters/Furies end up taking in any children, the two of them end up being the de facto caretakers (again, cool queer aunt & uncle).

Bonus: literally just this post. ship them with me 🥺.

[justguardian]

Всё чувств я груз храню,

Никак боль не убью,

Я не могу признать,

Что нечем больше жертву дать.

Вместо земли здесь камень,

Мне больно снова падать,

Но все слова — лишь бред.

И сожалений нет.

Жизнь бьёт через край —

Это рай!

Я убью, я умру и воскресну,

Мне давно на других наплевать.

Я себя принесу тебе в жертву,

Буду лгать, предавать и страдать.

Жизнь бьёт через край —

Это рай!

У нас нет больше тайн,

Так посмотри в мой ад.

Моя душа парит,

Её скорей ты забери.

Я не прошу понимания роли,

Что я играю перед тобою,

Ты столь ко мне добра,

Я отплачу сполна!

Жизнь бьёт через край —

Это рай!

Я убью, я умру и воскресну,

Мне давно на других наплевать.

Я себя принесу тебе в жертву

Буду лгать, предавать и страдать.

Жизнь бьёт через край —

Это рай!

[the-little-prophet]

The Love Doctor Is In || Chera

@thesorceress-hera

Charlie stood outside the love witch’s house, chewing on his bottom lip. 

This was somewhere he’d never thought he’d be. 

See, no matter what, Charlie was stubbornly, insistently, always, a boy of science. Even knowing definitively he had magic now didn’t stop his brain from wanting to understand it: to break it down into equations, into quantum physics, the language of the universe as science knew it. His older, future-self (or that one version of him) had told him to stop trying and yet he really couldn’t. His bookshelves were packed with books on time travel, like if he just studied it enough, one day, it would all click.

Love should be the same. There should be textbooks on love. There should be more to it than pheromones and chemical balances in the brain. Alas, that’s really all that Charlie could find, and it wasn’t really good enough to explain what was wrong, specifically, with him. Even if it could explain it-- it couldn’t fix it. 

Because something was definitely wrong with him.

And so in lieu of a medical diagnosis, he’d come here, hoping for a magical one. He was nervous. His tummy ached, and his palms were sweaty, and he felt pre-stupid, knowing that as soon as he confessed all his dumb problems to the love witch, he’d be redder than any Valentine. But he was also curious. Like always, he was reaching out desperately, grasping for answers. 

And so Charlie wiped his palms on his trousers and moved forward. He adjusted his glasses. And then he knocked.

It didn’t take long for the door to open. Charlie was pink-cheeked, red-ears at once. 

“Um, h-hi, I’m-- I wanted to -- um-- ask about-- um-- some-- love magic-- help,” he blurted. 

[arjuna-vallabha]

Shiva, bronze from Kerala, Chera style

[keychera]

orange sweetness