#classlesstulip

[arcanaprentiss]

I just saw your de-ghoasted Lucio comic and nearly lost it when I saw him call her "Pru" because I have an Arcana baddie called "Prew" and I was like WAIT WHAT before I realized.

But your Ghoast Lucio is totes adorbs.

He’s very cute and deserves all the kisses. 

[mountain-man-cumeth]

Muriel is the Big Tiddy Goth Boyfriend we all want but don't deserve.

I DARE anyone who says otherwise to FITE ME.

you are right and you should say it

[bunjywunjy]

Henlo, Captain Bunjy. Do you want to see a sheep that looks like a pitbull wearing a fleece, and looks like it gets into knife fights for funsies?

yes. yes, I do

[feymaid]

If you're still taking prompts, I would like to see #4 with my apprentice Tiberius with either your sweet OC's or Julian (whichever you feel like)! You can find fanart of my boy under the "fan appreciation" tag of my blog.

4. A Drunken Kiss

One too many drinks lead to one too many kisses ~ 😘

[magicianapprenticelyra]

5 and 8 for the magic asks, plz and thank

For this ask meme I am going to focus more on Librarian!Lyra since Apprentice!Lyra’s magic is more in line with what is described for MC’s magic within the game. Without further ado— ~

5. What are some interesting subsets and/or sub-practices of their magic? Like, what’s something they can or something that other practitioners of the same kind of magic can do that would surprise someone else?

Lyra’s type of magic is called Ink Manipulation. As the words say, her magic falls under manipulation of inks. Most practices of this magic falls under job descriptions calling for espionage and/or sabotage.

Governments that recognize and allow magic to be practiced within their jurisdictions often seek out ink manipulators for this reason.

[More below the cut because this got long]

There are those that are accomplished artists, but encountering them is less common than those working in Intelligence and the like. There are also shadier practices of the magic: poisonous potions, summoning dark entities through elaborate spells/rituals, etc.

For Lyra though, she isn’t any of the above. She came across this magic accidentally. To say the least, if it weren’t for her finding this magic, she wouldn’t be on the corporeal plane anymore. That’s another story for another time, though.

One thing Lyra does use her magic for is to send messages to people. She writes down the letter or message in her own personal, bodily ink—the twelve ink circles on her upper back are basically her own supply of ink in my story—; after the ink is dry she’ll fold the paper into interesting shapes. These shapes are usually animals that no one would bat an eye at in passing, so long as they don’t look too close.

While the paper and ink don’t literally ‘come to life’, her intent on where the message will be sent will go quite some distance. Her limits are still being tested, but she once sent a message from the Temple District to South End Market.

Interestingly enough, in Apprentice!Lyra’s timeline the last time she used her ink magic before dying from the Red Plague was sent from one of the docks of Vesuvia, travelling all the way to Nopal.

The amount of magic that incident took to send it all the way there drained her personal ink wells permanently.

She could no longer practice that specific magic after that.

8. How sustainable is their magic? Where do they fall on a sliding scale of getting tired after one spell versus feeling more and more energized the more they cast?

Librarian!Lyra is super conscientious of how much ink she uses from her personal stores. If she borrows ink from a traditional ink well and manipulates that, she’s fine. If she uses her own personal storage however, this can be tricky.

As I mentioned previously [see above] if she overdoes the amount of magic that uses her personal ink stores/drains all twelve circles completely, she will absolutely lose the ability to practice that magic, f o r e v e r.

Overall, she gets tired. It’s not too bad but if she keeps at it more long periods of time—say over two to three and a half hours—she will be wiped for at least a day and a half to two days, max.

A/N: If you managed to read this far, thank you for your time!

[bazzpop]

I declare that it is Care for Bazz hours! In case noone told you today: brush your teef, drink a water, use the sleep, your hair looks great, nice butt!

[leviticor]

@classlesstulip Tiberius???

(Credit to olpoppatuck on tiktok)

[flutter-fields]

.....henlo. If you are up to it, maybe some sleepy, rainy, sicky cuddles between Tiberius and Willa? (Throw Julian into the mix as well, if you want)

so this was longer than expected, but then again i love writing about the three lol

under cut cause it got long

In the early hours of the morning, the sun not even risen yet, the pirate wakes up to a curling feeling in her belly. Whining under her breath, Willa turns on her side and hides her face into her pillow. A large, warm hand brushes through her hair, moving it from her face. Tiberius's chest rumbles against her back as he speaks, voice gravely with sleep.

"What's the matter, blue?"

She just whines again, shoulders hunching up to her ears as she peeks an eye out. Ty was laying on her right side, long hair tumbling down his bare chest and back, blanket resting around his hips. Something shifts behind her and a slim, colder hand presses against Willa's heavily flushed cheek, making her tremble.

"Oh dear, you feel like you're running a fever." Julian sighs, fingers rubbing small circles in her temples. "Do you feel nauseous at all, love?" He asks, carefully rolling her over so she was on her back.

"A little... also lightheaded..." She mumbles, blinking both eyes ope and blearily looks at the doctor.

Julian glances at Ty before getting out of bed, walking out of their room. Willa tries to sit up, shivering when Ty helps her up.

"Come here, let me tie your hair up." He says as he notices her hair sticking to her sweaty temples and neck.

She shakily turns her back towards him and feels his fingers braid her hair, tying the end with the piece of string she used instead of a ribbon. Ty then lays back down, moving her to be curled up on his chest.

He clicks his tongue, feeling her tremble as he pulls the blankets over them. Her head nudges to be under his chin, her cold hand gripping at his shoulder. Julian returns with a cup of tea and also some water, though he stops in the doorway at the sight of them.

Little Willa, pale skin flushed bright red with fever, brow creased, and body shaking like a fragile leaf.

He has Ty sit her up, gently ordering her to drink the tea and some water. She downs the tea, nose crinkling slightly at the bitter taste. She knew that the sugar could make her stomach become upset, they learned that the hard way.

Willa then reaches to curl up close to Julian, welcoming his cooler body against her burning one. Ty curls both of them into his chest, Willa sandwiched between them. The two rub soothing circles in her skin, murmuring sweet things and soft shushes to her whenever her stomach cramped with nausea.

Julian had to help her up a few times to the restroom to relieve her belly, Ty always waiting with water when they returned. When the light finally poked through the curtains, Julian got up and reluctantly dressed in his clinic clothes. He didn't want to leave his siren when she was ill, but he knew she would be fine with Ty there. Kissing her head, Julian leaves with the promise of checking in around lunch to see how she was feeling.

After another hour and getting up to be sick, Willa finally lulls back to sleep, laying on Ty's chest with his heartbeat thumping in her ear. His voice hummed against her chest when he spoke to her, a soft whisper that she clung to even as she reclined in the arms of the sandman. Ty breaths a sigh of relief when she does, glad for her to be getting more rest.

He continues running his hand up and down her bare back, not letting himself fall back asleep in case she woke up to be sick again.

And that's how Julian finds them when he comes at his lunch.

Curled together lovingly. He joins them, but stays awake to speak quietly with Ty. The air was warm, the sun creating soft shadows on the three. Willa wakes up only after Julian leaves to work again, but is more alert to sit up and recline in Ty's chest.

She asks quietly for her knitting, wanting something to do with her hands with she was awake and not rushing to the restroom. And as Ty retrieves more tea and something light to eat, she knits the scarf promised to Ty himself. Not that he knew.

Stopping, Willa looks up and at the slightly opened window, a light breeze rustling the curtains.

Smiling, she basks in the warmth of the bed she shared with her loves. Julian being his serious doctor self when she fell ill, and Ty being the mother hen. But she wouldn't have it any other way...

"Willa?"

Turning, she now smiles at Tiberius. The man was balancing two cups of tea, a plate of toast, and a glass of water with a nothing covering his body.

Giggling, she sets down her knitting and just stares at him.

Yes.

She wouldn't have it any other way.