#mintgalaxia

[visceravalentines]

Meg, I hope you've been well! 🥺✒️

my love!! I have been well, I hope you have too!

you are so endlessly creative and I know sometimes you doubt that about yourself, but I see your mind always working and coming up with a thousand different ways to tell a story and I just love that about you 💕

[godsofhumanity]

I don't know what possessed me to do this but here you go! It's been in my gallery for 2 years.

[hanasfavsong]

Dark Venetian Red, Radical Red and Malachite for the ask thingy!

Aw! Thank you for sending this :)

Dark Venetian Red (Dream Job): Being an actor! I love being out on stage and performing. I would love to make a living as one.

Radical Red (Aesthetic): The smell of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies, coming home late and going to bed, fairy lights, warm blankets and pet cats and dogs. just stuff like that!

Malachite (Something you love) My family, my fish, and my old theater! Way too hard to pick who I love the most lol

[strayraccoon]

End of Unchanging Days pt.1

I’m doing some crossover between Kekkai Sensen and Fallen London. Both settings are wacky in some ways, so I thought I’d do some paragraphs in and it went wild.  Wrote this with @kekkaisensen-imagines​ @mintgalaxia @fishtwin in mind.  Apologize in advance for mobile users.

part 1 [link] part 2 [link] part 3 [link] part 4 [link]

Living in the Fifth City, a city re-baptized as Fallen London, has not been easy on you. Then again, it has not either for the city dweller. Though industrial revolution had wrought prosperity to the kingdom in general, only select few of the populace could enjoy such luxury. For those in the lower hierarchy pyramid, gruel and hard bread remains as staple. Even more so after London was taken into the Neath, a vast network under earth's surface.

Everything has been different ever since. London, which originally a melting pot of various culture in the surface, had become more eccentric compared to herself under sunlight. More foreigners coming from all directions of Neath, bringing their respectively unique culture. Some more disturbing than the others. Nevertheless, Londoners prevailed the waves of unknown. Life continued as usual in the Fifth City, with its hierarchy pyramid where the gap between the rich and poor continue to diverse. 

For you though, nothing changed much. In the first place, rare were days sunlight graced London in her peak of Industrial Revolution. The skies were full of black pillars of smoke and low hanging gray cloud reaching beyond visible horizon. The Fall only replaced the cloud with the darkness of a vast cavern system. The rich remained rich, the noblemen remained pompous, and the street rats remained scrounging for rotten bread. 

Your humdrum of daily life started as you woke up abruptly on your bed, awoken to tiny voices of footsteps on your apartment's. City rats traversing on rooftops on ungodly hours. Seeking something, escaping something. When constables whistles follows, it's usually the latter. You would then reach for water basin at the edge of your small room on the second floor of old bookstore downtown. You vaguely heard your landlord groaning in distress. The cause was ever clear, rats. Living in the bookstore meant you never lack reading materials. The only downside is your landlord is unnervingly melancholic. You'd prefer avoiding running against him at every hours. 

Splashing some water on your tired face, the cold quickly awoke you from haziness that follows a rude awakening. Three o'clock in the morning. You couldn't decide whether to resume sleeping or not. You thought otherwise and sat by your study. Simple wooden chair and table tucked at one corner of your room, facing against a small window. White curtain covered the Fallen London scenery beyond it. You lit a candle and dipped the tip of your feather pen into inkwell, then you proceeded to scratch a few words on your journal. 

Awoken by city rats escaping constables again. Landlord's clearly not pleased, avoid him again. Visit Veilgarden later, again.

The Singing Mandrake in Veilgarden, a well-established café where poems, writers, artists, and all sort of artistic school personage gather. You would sit at one corner of the room, drinking tea and write solemnly while listening to artists of different schools debate in the center. Your poems had taken notice of several notable personae, who in turn encourage you to write some novels. Alas, no words flowed out of dark inky river. Papers containing scrapped plots and world building strewn about the wooden floor of your apartment, neglected and forgotten. 

'You're simply fresh out of inspiration, my dear. How about a trip to Unterzee?' 'Indeed, I know a competent captain. He'll escort your trip to wherever you wish' 'Irem perhaps? Or would you try the Khanate?' 'My word, those are dangerous options!' 'What, would you suggest the Iron Republic? That is similarly scandalous!' 'I would never, my good man! Perhaps to Elder Continent?' 'You jest!'

Many a times you considered obliging your patrons to sail with their selected captain to Unterzee and witness the wonders beyond London waters. Whether it's cowardice or reluctance you aren't aware of, you decided to stay in Fallen London. Knowing the unchanging humdrum of daily life that awaits you each day in the Neath. Knowing how many times you'd write 'again' in your journal. Knowing many times you'd listen to writers bickering on their choice of inspiration. Knowing that every morning you'd awake to city rats running above your rooftops. Knowing no words would ever trickle down your fountain pen. Knowing nothing you could do to ease welling frustration inside your heart. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. 

Nevertheless, there was one action that differs from unchanging schedule. That morning, you decided to open your windows. You were expecting the usual Fallen London scent, a mixture of smoke and sewage odor. Sleepy scenery of downtown Fallen London before ‘sunrise’. To your surprise, a gust of wind brought long forgotten aroma of flowers and sunlight. As memory of the surface flooded into your mind, the view of Fallen London downtown rooftops before you was obstructed by a large figure. 

A man crouched by your small window. White curtain fluttered due to unlikely breeze. In the dim light of burning candle you could saw the man barely fit your window. An unlikely figure to be there, much less imagining him running across rooftops in expensive suit. Silver cross with ruby red center lines seemed to be his choice of accessories. Yet what strikes you most was fiery red mane and emerald eyes gleaming in candlelight, as well as a pair of protruding lower fangs decorating the sides of his mouth.

'My apologies for this untimely visit. Might you be xxxx?' He asked. You couldn't very well heard the last word he said due to approaching constable noise. The man before you observed at the surrounding nervously, visibly trying to stay calm. He looked at you again, obviously expecting some answers. Seeing your confused expression, he smiled - though that made you unnerved more than calming you -. 'Please come with me, we must be away quickly'. 

He extended his hand towards you then. 

Without a moment of deliberation from your part, you grabbed his hand as if your life depended on it. As soon as you did so, the man who seemed to be out of a storybook whisked you from your apartment. The last thing you see was upside down rooftops of Fallen London, your apartment window open, revealing empty room with scattered words and worlds within. Your haven grew smaller and smaller till it's nothing but a speck of light in vast darkness.

[imaginemisterstarphase]

I am going to continue with the pup request~ Steven's react to his sweetheart calling him pup/puppy privately and publicly, please.

yess

In private, he has this blush covering his whole face. Buries his face in his hands from the embarrassment. He’s essentially melting into a puddle from finding it cute that his s/o called him that, but at the same time he’s also embarrassed aha

Oh god, in public his whole face is red. He’d be burying his face in his hands, trying to hide his face. Steven feels like his whole body is on fire, due to all the embarrassment. Being in front of the other Libra members or anyone just amplifies his embarrassment.

Either way he’s screaming internally.

How to fluster Steven: Call him by a pet name. That’s how you can get him to blush. 

[trash-lord-zapp]

Another one, some hc's for Zapp taking care of a very sad partner. They don't feel like doing anything and they're barely smiling so much as they used for whatever reason they may have, please.

Zapp enters panic mode!

•He’ll be really worried for sure

•Constantly checks up on them

•If s/o isn’t eating on their own he’ll stop by everyday with food in hopes they eat something

•He’ll try to be by their side as much as he can, but won’t be as talkative as normal. He really has no idea what to say in these kinds of situations but just hopes him being there will be of some kind of help

•If they are at the point in their relationship where he comes over to spend the night a lot or are living together, he’ll stay up for awhile just watching them sleep. He isn’t really sure why he does it, it’s kind of just instinct.

•If for some reason his s/o isn’t comfortable with crying in front of others, he’ll probably start the shower, carry them over and just sit in it with them fully clothed so the shower hides their tears and the sound of them crying, just stroking the back of their head

•Once s/o starts to show signs of feeling a little better he’ll try to take them out to quiet places they like, or for a quick bite to eat when it’s not as crowded

•Won’t try to push the subject of why they were so upset but really wants to know. He’ll try to wait as patiently as he can for them to open up to him about it. If they don’t want to talk about it he just drops it all together and hopes it wasn’t anything serious

•Ends up keeping a closer eye on them for awhile to make sure they don’t show any signs of slipping back into the state they were in

[kekkaisensen-imagines]

How about a reaction of Klaus and Chain being called puppy or pup (alone and in public muahaha) as a form of endearment from their s/o because they're adorable pups that deserve care and love.

Protect them

Klaus

He’d feel a little embarrassed, with this light blush on his face when s/o calls him puppy or pup aha

Klaus’s face would just be full of blushing, and he’d be scratching the back of his head of out being flustered and embarrassed

I imagine if this was done in front of any of the Libra members, everyone would be so surprised to see s/o call Klaus puppy or pup, and seeing Klaus blushing from this aha

Chain

I imagine s/o calling pup or puppy would basically be Chain’s nickname, since she is an invisible werewolf

Chain is so thoroughly embarrassed by this that she almost disappears into thin air. She would be hiding her blushing face behind her hands after s/o calls her that

Chain probably does disappear when s/o says that to her in public, or god forbid in front of Zapp or the others aha

She’d be so flustered, with s/o patting her on the back with them probably telling that she’s cute aha

[visceravalentines]

I know absolutely nothing about Gale or Baldur's Gate, but I am curious and patiently waiting for the upcoming fic~ <3

sol this is SO NICE AAAAAAA

you are seriously the sweetest ever. I hope all is going well for you my friend!! (and I hope I get that fic up soon lol)