#jellijeans

[jell1jeans]

Drew my bby Itadori Yuuji today :3 currently reading the manga rn and it’s looking down and up at the same time smh

[simping-4-venti]

if you’re still doing requests guardian tiz???? your art is amazing i love it sO MUCH !!!!

With Visor down because it looks cool.

and on with Tiz’s face fully visible after battle.

Sorry if these weren’t what you had in mind, though. I uh, had fun. (If you wanted something more specific hit my inbox up again and I can add more!) Also sorry it took so long but well, homework.

[auncyen]

pov?

one day I will finish this fic, or it will finish me

His dreams were never easy anymore.  If it wasn’t Til falling, crying out for the brother who’d failed him, it was Agnès and Edea, screaming in pain, or Airy, laughing and mocking as her blows buffeted them all. Tiz screwed his eyes shut, trying to find a way out of the nightmare–he knew that Airy was up to no good now, surely he could be strong enough to save them–

Someone was near him, and his eyes snapped open as he jerked toward the threat.

And nearly got smacked with three full bags of clothing.  Edea had stopped herself just in time, but he could see how her arm had moved, the heavy bags hanging off her still swinging idly.  “What are you doing, Edea?  You startled me.”

He complained, but he was already leaning back in his seat, feeling a great relief.  Edea was on one of her shopping binges; business as usual.  Yet she was looking at him strangely.  “Oooookaaaay,” she said slowly.  “Agnès must have told you my name.  And you’re Lowell Highwind, right?“

What?  He was weary enough from lack of sleep that it didn’t register at first why Edea was calling him that.  And then he remembered: that was the name he’d given to the Agnès of this world.  This was the Edea who belonged to this world.  His friends were…  He looked down quickly before anything could show, rubbing at his face.  Not here.  Not now.  “O-oh.  Yes, she did.  I’m sorry, that must have seemed odd.”

“Why are you sleeping out here?”

It was a fair question, now that he’d remembered where he was: out on one of Florem’s publich benches, having settled in for the night, rather than accidentally falling asleep during one of Edea’s market marathons.  But the real answer–that he was out here because there were only so many inns in Florem that catered to boys and men, and he couldn’t be sure which Til was staying at–would surely make Edea question him further, if not outrage her.  “I–uh, I don’t have much pg.”

A blatant lie; he had a fair amount.  But he knew he wouldn’t look like a big spender to Edea with his worn apparel, and it wasn’t like she’d make a stranger–to her–turn out their pockets.  (His friend, though, would and had picked his wallet a few times.)

She didn’t respond immediately, seeming to consider him.  He wondered just what she saw.  He’d told Agnès about traveling to other lands; she might have passed that along to Edea.  He’d look like a vagrant, then, he supposed.  A rather miserable one.  It wasn’t wrong.

Her bags hitting the bench caught his attention, and he looked at her as she sat down.  Her gaze was so scrutinizing that he seized up the moment their eyes met and looked away again.  Agnès must have told her more about him than just the made-up name.  She’d probably told Edea all about how there was a second survivor from Norende, one who’d simply been lucky enough to be away on travel when the disaster happened, and how he’d refused to help with the rebuilding.  Someone who wouldn’t help his homeland, even when it lay in ruin… she probably thought he was pitch-black.

Or that’s what he would have thought, but she seemed to have come to an entirely different conclusion: “We’re staying at one of the inns that accommodate men.  I’m sure Agnès would agree with renting a room for you.“

It was so wildly off from what would have guessed her to say that Tiz looked at her again, staring and unsure if he’d heard her right.  Why would she want to help him?  Maybe it was a sense of repaying him for when he’d gotten Agnès out of the smothering crowd in Ancheim, but that was hardly necessary.  “That’s very kind of you, but I couldn’t possibly–”

She cut him off before he could get any further.  "‘Sleeping on a bench in the open’ is not even an alternative, Lowell.  Let’s skip the polite demurring and get to the part where we’re both indoors, okay?“

Well…he would love to be under a roof, of course…but the whole reason he was outside in the first place was the same keeping him from agreeing.  He slid off the bench, rising to his feet; the easiest way out of this conversation might be to walk away.  "I’m sorry, M-Miss, but I really can’t accept.”

“Do you know how old Til is?”

“Nine,” Tiz said, because of course he knew how old his brother was; his tenth birthday would be in December; before the disaster had happened, Tiz had been talking a bit with their parents about what they could all do for a gift–

And as soon as Edea’s eyes opened in surprise that he had actually answered that, he realized he was an idiot.  He had tried so hard to refer to Til in a roundabout way to Agnès, to make it seem that while Til was obviously recognizable as the “miracle survivor” of Norende, Lowell Highwind had never actually known the boy.  One question from Edea when he’d just woken up from a troubled sleep, and that little pretense was blown.  He was terrible at lying.  Even when his brother’s life might depend on it.

He already felt enough shame about that, but the way Edea was looking at him now, like he was absolute scum, had him closing his eyes in a lame attempt to escape her judgment.  Her words carried enough judgment on their own, though, her anger on Til’s behalf barely restrained.  "You’re right.  Til is only nine years old.  He is a little boy who probably doesn’t even understand whatever family feuds he’s heard about, if he’s even been told of them, because again, nine.  And even if he does know that you took off from home against your parents’ wishes, or your father stole his father’s lamb, or whatever, I doubt he cares, because everyone else is gone.  You are family, aren’t you?  You look like you could be his cousin.“

Of course she’d realized they were related.  They shared hair color, and no doubt she could see the similarities in the face; nearly every last person in the older generations in Norende had agreed Til was an echo of Tiz as a young boy.  Still, Tiz swallowed the lump down in his throat and tried to lie again, to reinforce that there was no connection between the two of them.  “No–no relation.”

Edea scoffed at that, and really, his inability to lie would be hilarious in any other circumstance.  He wished he could laugh with her.  But right now–the instant Til saw him, Til would be crying and insisting he stay.  But there was no way he possibly could, not while Airy was around.  The fairy would never believe that somehow the Tiz Arrior of this world had miraculously escaped death.  Not when she knew she’d failed to finish off the last of her slaughter at the Holy Pillar.  If she thought there was any chance of her sick facade being laid bare–

She would go ahead and kill everyone again.  And still not having a plan to deal with her, the only hope he could have in such a situation would be for the monster to kill him first this time.

[jacobtheloofah]

YOUR NAILS ARE SO PRETTY TELL ME HOW YOU GET YOUR CUTICLES LIKE THAT

i literally do nothing to my cuticles so i dunno what you mean lmao

[dragonofmagnolias]

S C R E A M POV PLEASE I LIVE FOR YOUR FICS

No Excuse Writing Meme

POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

!!! Thank you! I really do wish I could write more often, but it seems like my entire schedule is against me ahaha. Hopefully this meme helps kickstart my motivation to write though!

Also, what I wrote is a bit odd. Because the only two important characters for this fic are Edea and a nameless waiter, I decided to switch perspective to the waiter (whom I let my friend name). I thought it would be rather interesting to rewrite a section through his eyes, since it gives an outside view on a fic that is mostly based around Edea’s thoughts and emotions!

Temporary Fic Title: Change

“Miss, are you alright? You haven’t touched your cake.”

Hector looked as the young maiden balanced herself back in her chair. She had come into the café about half an hour earlier, but she hadn’t done much other than stare out the window since she had gotten there. Though she had received her slice of cake twenty minutes prior, she hadn’t even touched it a bit. Even the fork was still in the same place it had been when Hector placed the plate down. Perhaps she was waiting for the coffee she had ordered on top of it? Or perhaps she was waiting for her guest to arrive, as she had ordered a separate cup of coffee along with her own.

The young maiden, looking a bit surprised, glanced over at him. “Huh? Oh yes, I’m… Fine,” she said in a manner that wasn’t quite convincing. It wasn’t Hector’s job to pry into the matters of another though, especially since the maiden seemed to have a lot on her mind. She had lowered her chair, however, so perhaps she was done thinking and ready to eat.

“Well, your coffee will be done soon, miss, and I do apologize about the wait. If you need anything else, please let me know,” he informed her. By the way she was dressed, Hector felt she held some high importance in a foreign country. Blue eyes, blonde hair… Perhaps she was from Eternia? Hector had heard rumors the Grand Marshal had visited the King, but he didn’t think she’d find her way to this little establishment. Whoever she was, she was rather pretty, and he felt a bit jealous of whatever guess she was waiting for.

“Hector, bring me another slice of cake!” another customer called out from the other side of the establishment. It was an extremely day, and as much as he wanted to talk to the young maiden a bit more, he had to work to do. Rushing off to help the regular calling his name, he left the maiden in peace. At some point, however, there was a loud bang against a table, and looking back, Hector could see the maiden holding her head in her hands.

“The poor girl, it looks like her date stood her up,” Hector heard one customer whisper to another. He turned just in time to see the other nod in agreement, and the two of them continued to whisper between themselves about it. Hector, however, felt there was much more to what was going on then met the eye….

[simping-4-venti]

agnes 1b?? also your art is AMAZING and 3c tiz ripped my emotional heart out and stepped on it bless

Aaaaw. Thank you! I was a bit worried about that one actually. (I can’t draw sadness.)

Anyway, I draw in threes, but also did the other crew members. So I decided to do VESTALS this time. (and one vestal cosplayer but EY its a nice dress.) Also decided to do lineart and pen instead of my lineless watercolour. Change of pace, y’know.

(I think I’ll rotate, also, tell me which you like better, especially in requests. WHICH I NEED SOON)

[coralhoneyrose]

hi! have spent the last few days binging your chrobin fics (prompted by the fact that i’m currently replaying awakening) and just wanted to say your writing is so lovely + thank you for sharing it! hope you have a great weekend

Ah, this is so sweet! I really appreciate you saying that 💜 It’s made me happy seeing your name pop up in my kudos emails over the last week or so! It’s always a lovely compliment when a reader likes one of my stories enough to want to check out other things I have written—let alone to binge them :D

Thank you so much for your kind words and for taking the time to read my fics in the first place! I hope your awakening replay is a blast!

[wizardofnyas]

hi i see you in my notes a lot so i just wanted to pop in and say that it always makes me smile when i see your username there !!!!! and i really love your blog too !!! have an amazing day !!! ✨✨✨

*GASP* wow this is so sweet of you to pop by! It makes me so happy to know that I bring people joy!!!! And I love your blog too!