#cheshiure

[papillonacademy]

Hello! I was wondering if I could please reserve Yosuke Hanamura?

Yes you can!

Your reserve will last until September 16th.

[bichol]

cheshiure a réagi à votre diaporama “Me, banging my fists into the table: ARCHIVIST SASHA ARCHIVIST SASHA...”

Her last name is James, after the horror writer M. R. James!

yeH THAT ONE DUDE!

[thelonely]

No color or digital because I’m still struggling with learning GIMP, but I Love Gamigami the Elk-Hare and thought it important that he be the first thing I draw, even if I’m too bad at drawing hands too much to give it the proper How-to-Train-Your-Dragon nose pat. I hope you like it!

[mollymeek]

cheshiure replied to your post “fjord doesn’t fuck??”

He doesn’t Fjuck

hes a Vjirgin, 

[rabdoidal]

Can I just pop in real quick to say that I adore your art and art style and you’re a super big inspiration to me?

thank you!

[zestytaako]

This is a super-long submission and I'm sorry in advance

One of the hardest things to adjust to on the moon base was the absence of noise. Carey had lived in cities since becoming a rogue, and in cities like Neverwinter, the noise never ceased. There was always an underlying chatter of life, no matter the time of day. Up here, though, the only sound to break the unnerving stillness was the faint hum of the engines keeping the lunar base aloft. It made her restless, especially at night. It wasn’t so bad when Killian or No-3113 were there, providing a distraction with steady breaths or quiet humming, but Carey was always too embarrassed to ask for company. She was one of the Bureau’s best Regulators, after all. She should be able to sleep through the night alone. That’s what she told herself, anyway, whenever she rehashed this old argument in her head. Her pride was the only thing keeping her from heading for Killian’s room right now, and even then only barely. Carey knew from experience that if she let her mind drift too far during her nighttime wandering she’d wind up staring at her squadmate’s familiar door.

Carey shuddered, shaking the thoughts off like a dog would water. Even if she did come to terms with half of the things she was struggling with (the rosewood ring burned a hole in her mind) it wouldn’t happen tonight, so there was no use stressing about it any more. Instead, she pointed her path towards the dojo. Maybe some midnight training would ease her mind.

~ • ~

To her surprise, the dojo isn’t empty. She’d gone to the shared one, instead of her and the other reclaimer’s personal one, for various reasons including proximity to Killian’s room, but she’d have to reconsider if someone was here already. Easing open the door, she slips silently into the room, staying close to the cover of shadow. Even in the heart of the Bureau, she still can’t shake her old habits. She can hear scuffling sounds on the mat, but it’s not enough noise for two people, and it doesn’t sound like someone’s trying to improve their combat footwork. The person claps, and only her training keeps her from jumping. Drawing on her skills, she peeks carefully around the corner.

To her shock, it’s Magnus, and he’s dancing. At two am, in the Bureau’s shared dojo, in a fairly nice outfit. She watches intently as Magnus spins fluidly through the elegant motions, moving through the room with far more grace than a man his size should have been able to muster. He twirls and steps in perfect time to some unheard beat, but the whole dance seems…off, somehow. Incomplete. When Magnus twirls again, clapping his hands once above his head, she glimpses a shine on his finger that’s more than sweat highlighted by the bright lights of the dojo- and she is suddenly hit by several revelations. First, that this was the second time she has ever seen Magnus bare-handed. Second, that this dance is meant for two. And third, that Magnus’s partner is so, so painfully obvious, in both the role they would have played in the dance and the place they must have held in Magnus’s life. She instantly draws the connection to the rosewood ring he had given her, and his comment about guessing Killian’s ring size makes perfect sense. She supposes it’d be easy to discern her emotions if he’d seen-or lived- it before. While she processes this, Magnus finishes his dance, bowing to an absent partner. When he stands straight again, he looks older than she has ever seen him. He seems to slump under an invisible weight, curling inward slightly as though to protect himself from it. Faint silver is starting to pepper the top of his sideburns, and lines criss-cross his face, in the form of scars and wrinkles alike. His smile lines are strong, deep and distinct at the corners of his eyes, but so too are his worry lines. And most striking of all are his eyes. Rogues and thieves use eyes to determine character. The eyes are a sure way to tell what a person was thinking, and Magnus’s eyes are dark with exhaustion and a terrible, consuming grief. In a moment of absolute clarity, Carey wonders just how long Magnus has been dancing alone. Then the moment passes, and he launches into the dance again, precision and memory and perfect, practiced tempo. Now that she knows what’s missing, Carey can pick out the exact negative space that should be filled. Her heart swells, filling with conflicting emotions. Her empathy and compassion war with her reservedness and fear that she has seen something she was not supposed to- that Magnus would be upset at her. Then she thinks of Killian, of the rosewood ring, and with a breath to steel her nerves, steps into the dojo. Magnus twirls twice more before her sees her, freezing comically with his hands in the air, about to clap. Suddenly her throat is very dry, and she feels very small. Which is ridiculous, because this is Magnus, the guy she trained to pick-pocket, who tripped over his own feet and charged in without thought before she taught him how to look and listen and wait.

“H-hail and well met.” She almost whispers, her voice much more quavery than she’d hoped. Magnus slowly lowers his hands, staring but somehow still not quite meeting her eyes.

“Carey.” He replies evenly, his voice hoarse.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here this late.” She offers after a pause, and that makes him laugh a bit, a quiet, low chuckle that makes her heart hurt. Seized by an impulse, she blurts-

“Hey Mags.” Immediately, she regrets it, but he’s actually looking at her now, so there’s no going back.

“I know-” she pauses, tongue flickering in and out of her mouth in uncertainty. “I know feelings isn’t really our gig, but- I’m here if you do need to talk, you know that right?”

A small smile works its way onto Magnus’s face, and she instantly feels better as she watches his shoulders relax a little, and his eyes don’t seem quite as dark anymore.

“Thank you, Carey. I -” His voice cracks. “I really appreciate it.” She nods, and, a little desperately, opens her arms, the unspoken offer hanging in the air between them. Magnus laughs for real this time, a teary giggle that makes his shoulders shake. She tenses as he leans down and wraps her up in his big arms, but adjusts quickly. It’s a bit like being hugged by Killian, in a way.

“You’re a good person, Carey Fangbattle.” He murmurs quietly. Carey feels a burst of affection and gratitude, caught off-guard by the compliment, and stutters out a thank you. Magnus lets go, standing back up.

“Wanna get smoothies from Fantasy Costco and build a pillow fort in the break room?” He offers, a sparkle returning to his eyes. Carey grins, relief and happiness flooding through her.

“You’re on.”

Later, in the safety of a blanket tent, they talk. About who they were before the Bureau. About who they had hoped they might become, about those they’d left behind. About Taako, Merle, the Director, Avi, Johann, Angus, and No-3ll3. About Killian. And about a woman named Julia. And in the dim break room, at three in the morning, Carey has a fourth realization. This big goof is her best friend, and she wouldn’t want anyone else to fill that place in her life. And when Magnus looks at her, she thinks that maybe he feels the same.

[summer-arts]

Have you heard the news about Car Boys?

yeah i did!! i’m still not caught up on car boys tho lol

[itsveriferi]

Congrats on your ascension to TAZ god tier, dude!

Thank you!!!! I still can’t believe it honestly, I’m so happpppppy aaHH