i saw you reblog my chihiro post and i wanna say; you're like, a big ass inspiration for me and my chihiro art. i dont stand for transphobia, and plus you draw them so pretty. i HC her as a transfem enby, and i like seeing others with the same opinion because it makes me feel safe :]
no problem! i'm sorry that anon was being a transphobic douchebag towards you. people really need to go outside if they're harassing you over a harmless trans headcanon for a friggin' danganronpa character. your chihiro art was really cute and as a nonbinary person it made me smile! keep ignoring the haters 👍
YOU'RE THE ONE WITH THE WEBTOON. I JUST REALISED THIS. THAT'S WHY YOUR GOOD OMENS ART LOOKS SI FAMILIAR. GOD IM FUCKING STUPID, HI I LOVE YOUR WEBCOMIC AND YOUR ART IN GENERAL???
HEYO YES, I did a SHITLOAD of GO fanart before my comic launched! So glad you’re enjoying the comic, and thank you so much!!
Asra's magic went wrong, and now, the ot3 are children!! The main 3 (Asra, Julian and Nadia) Have to take care of them until Asra figures out how to change them back! (fic prompt?)
You didn’t mention Portia, but I’m throwing her in there forgood fun.
Under a cut because it’s long.
“Thank you both for joining me today. It’s a shame that Asradid not reply to my invitation.”
Portia set the tea tray on the table before sitting downnext to Julian. “Any time, milday.”
Nadia gave Portia a leveled stare, eliciting a shy blushfrom the younger woman.
“Any time… Nadia. Thank you for the invite.”
“Yes, it’s nice to get away from the clinic when I can sparethe time. Thank you, Countess.”
“You’re very welcome, Julian. Portia talks highly of you andhow much you work. We both thought you might need the time off.”
Portia nudged her brother gently with her elbow and shot hima wink as he looked away with a blush. She passed him a tea cup and then Nadia.She started to prepare her own when there was a commotion at the door that had caughtthe attention of all three attendees.
Asra burst through the high doors with a frazzled look onhis face. One arm held some sort of package against his chest.
“Thank the gods you’re all here. I need everyone’s help.”
Nadia raised an eyebrow in question. “Asra, whatever is thematter? You look as though you’ve seen a ghost.”
Asra began to move the wrappings from around the package inhis arms. The pudgy face of a baby emerged. Portia and Julian both gasped.Nadia’s eye widened.
Julian was the first to speak. “So, uh, who’s this then? Didan… ex-lover leave this child on your door step or something?”
Asra shot Julian a glare then pulled the blanket furtherdown to reveal a tangle of black hair. “Look closer. Who does this look like?”
There was silence as they contemplated.
“Melphina!” Nadia announced in shock.
Asra nodded, handing her off to Portia. “Yes, and she needsto be held, or she’ll start crying. Trust me. Do. Not. Put. Her. Down.”
“That won’t be a problem!” Portia sing songed as shecompletely removed Melphina from the blanket and then cuddled her closely.“You’re so precious! Look at those cheeks!”
“Muriel and Grey won’t be happy about this,” Juliancommented with a shake of his head.
“Well, about that…” Asra turned his back. A baby Grey washooked to a sling on his back, smiling mischievously. Julian stepped forwardand removed him. Asra then reached into a bag at his side, producing Muriel,just as much a baby as the other two. He was sleeping peacefully.
“Asra, how on earth did this happen?” Nadia asked as Asrapassed Muriel to her. He simply shook his head.
“I’m not quite sure. I had them helping me with a spell andwhen it was over—Julian! Don’t put them down!”
But it was too late. As soon as Grey’s feet hit the floor,they were off, trying to climb the curtains. When Julian rushed to scoop themup, they ran away with a laugh to hide under a table.
“You can’t let Grey out of your sight. They’ll get intoanything and everything if you’re not watching.” Asra sighed and plopped downonto a chaise lounge. He rubbed at his temples with a weary sigh.
“Do you know how you’re going to fix this?” Nadia asked. Shewas holding Muriel in her arms, looking down at him with a soft smile. “What awell-tempered child.”
“I’d expect nothing else from him,” Asra commented beforeshaking his head again. “No. I’ve brought my spell book with me to try and workout how to fix this mess, but I need everyone’s help to watch over them while Iwork do. I’m sorry, Nadi, for interrupting your day off, but if you three couldplease help me…”
“Of course, dear Asra. We will keep them occupied while youfigure out how to get our friends back.”
“Of course, we don’t mind watching over such a preciousbaby!” Portia cooed. She scrunched up her face, touching noses to a gigglingMelphina as she bounced her on her leg.
“Portia, I’m serious. You cannot put Melphina down. If youneed to rest, pass her to someone else.”
Portia waved him off as she stood up, Melphina propped onher hip. “I get it, Asra. Put her down and she’ll cry. I’ve had to handle needykids before in Nevinon. I’ve got this.
“Now, come on, precious. Let’s go find you a snacky.” Portialeft the room.
“Get down from there!”
Asra and Nadia looked up. Grey had climbed on top of a tableand was reaching for a golden framed painting. His fingertips brushed thecorner, sending the painting tumbling onto Julian as he reached out to pickthem up. Guffawing, Grey jumped from the table and out of the door that Portiahad left open. Julian followed behind them, rubbing his head.
“I need to work quickly.” Asra jumped to his feet. “I’ll bein the library if you need me, Nadia. Hopefully I can figure this out quickly.”The magician too disappeared through the door.
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Portia hummed as she walked into the kitchen. The area wasmostly empty, save a worker or two taking a late lunch at the long table in themiddle of the room. Portia bounced the baby Melphina on her hip as she wentinto the pantry.
“So, what sort of things can you? I know adult you likesfish but…”
She reached a hand up to Melphina’s mouth and teased it openwith a finger. Several small teeth were set into the soft gums. Portiashrugged.
“You can probably eat some mushed-up food but nothing toohard, so bones are definitely off the menu.”
Melphina answered her with some baby talk before resting herhead against Portia’s shoulder. Portia felt her heart stutter.
She settled on two bundles of peas and carrots, grabbed apot and spoon, and went back to the kitchen area. She set the vegetables andspoon on the counter, and the pot on the stove. A pitcher of whatever stood nearby,and she poured some into the pot. After starting the fire, she turned to the vegetables,grabbing a wooden cutting board and knife.
Portia paused. Sure, Asra had warned her several times aboutputting Melphina down, but cutting up the vegetables wouldn’t take thatlong, she reasoned. She only needed a minute to cut them up and dump them intothe steadily rolling water. She put the knife down on the cutting board as shelooked around for somewhere safe to place Melphina. She grabbed several emptypotato sacks and stuffed them into an empty apple basket. It would have to do.
She shifted Melphina from her hip to hold her up in bothhands. “All right, Mel. I’m going to put you down for just a second so I canmake your lunch, ok? No crying, all right?”
Portia bumped noses with the baby again and cooed at hergently. Melphina giggled in reply. Deciding she would be just fine, Portia settledher into the basket and turned away to the cutting board.
She picked up the knife and put a bright orange carrot onthe cutting board. As she brought the knife down, a blood curdling scream rangout just behind her. She whipped around, both carrot and knife still in handand looked around. The other servants were looking over at her with faces ofpure horror. No, their gaze was slightly lowered to the basket near her feet.
Melphina’s face was contorted into a cry, mouth open wide,fists balled around her face. She was wriggling in the basket, kicking her legs out in a horrible tantrum. Shecontinued to cry and the other servants slipped away with furtive glances.
“Melphina!” Portia set her tools back onto the cutting boardto scoop up the child. Immediately, her cries stopped, and Melphina curled upappreciatively in the Devorak’s arms. Portia sighed, bouncing her up and down,patting her lightly on the back.
“Now, listen here, Mel. I know you’re a baby, but normally,you’re a calm and collected woman!” Portia held Melphina out at arm’s length.Mel looked back at her with large, grey eyes, but did not indicate that sheunderstood anything Portia was telling her. “So, I know you can go for two orthree minutes without me needing to hold you. I can tell your hungry because youkept eating at my hair. So, just… hold it together for a moment and you’ll bemuch happier, got it?”
Melphina stuck her tongue out, blowing soft bubbles. Portiasighed. She set Melphina back in the basket and turned quickly to the counterto finish her work.
Another scream sounded behind her.
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“Grey! Come out, come out, wherever you are!”
Julian lifted the curtain of window in the hallway, scowlingat his reflection. He was sure the little bugger had gone this way, if thetrail of petals was any indication. He had passed an upturn vase just momentsbefore.
He heard a giggle up ahead. Julian dashed forward andthrough the next archway.
“Aha!”
Grey was at peaking over the edge of a table, reaching for awhite pot perched in the middle. At Julian’s outburst, they turned away and ambleddown the steps towards the courtyard. Julian’s legs were long, so he didn’tunderstand how Grey was four steps ahead of him. By the time Julian reached themiddle of the stairs, they were ducking behind the first hedge of the maze.
“No, no. Come back here, you little—” Julian’s voice loweredinto an indistinguishable grumble. He jumped the last few steps and leapttoward the maze. But Grey was gone, the echoes of their laughter the only signto Julian that he was still in their vicinity.
Julian heaved; wiping sweat from his brow. He wasn’t sureexactly how long he had been running around the tall green walls. He had almostcaught Grey once when they had made a wrong turn to dead end and doubled backaround. But they had slipped seemingly easily beneath Julian’s legs, leavinghim standing around like a fool with his arms outstretched, assuming that Greyhad given up and was running toward him to be taken away. It wasn’t going to bethat easy.
Suddenly, the area cleared, and the sound of flowing waterdrowned out Grey’s incessant laughter. Julian looked up at the fountain with ahalf deer, half fish creature set in the middle. Hearing the water, his tonguefelt thick in his mouth and he walked forward, eyes half lidded, to take a quickreprieve.
He was bringing up the second gulp of whatever to his mouthwhen he realized that he wasn’t alone. He looked up at the statue in the middleof the fountain. Grey looked down at him, smirking from their perch on thecreature’s back. Julian simply looked at them, blinked.
“Grey… Are you ready to go back now?”
Julian was sure Grey’s childish laugh would haunt his dreamsfor the next week. They laughed again before launching themselves off thestatue and straight at Julian’s head.
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Asra burst through the drawing room doors again, a triumphantsmile on his face. “Nadi! I’ve figured it out!”
The Countess lowered the book she had been reading. Besideher, situated between pillows so that he couldn’t roll away, Muriel sat upright with a loaf of bread in his mouth. He looked up curiously at Asra, browwrinkled as though he were annoyed that his story time had been interrupted.
“Well, as fun as our time has been together, I suppose it istime to return things to right.”
Asra approached them, an eyebrow raised. “How was it lookingafter him?”
She smiled at the magician. “Quite easy. He doesn’t fuss,listens attentively, and is not picky about his food. He is quite the perfectchild.”
Asra nodded. “I expected as much. But what about Melphinaand Grey?”
Nadia shrugged. “Neither have returned since you left.Hopefully, Portia has had an easy time as well. I don’t have the same hopes forJulian, however…”
At that moment, the door opened again. Portia entered, hair tousledand eyes heavy, Melphina on her hip. Julian was right behind her, looking considerablyworse. His outfit was wet, knees of his pants ripped, coat dirtied. Grey wasslung over his shoulders, running their hands through his hair, maybe trying tobraid it, maybe knotting it on purpose. It was difficult to tell.
Portia stiffly walked up to Nadia. “Please, take her.” Nadiareached out took Melphina into her own arms. Portia walked over to her ownchair, but her arms were still held stiffly out at her sides. Nadia gasped.
“Portia, what is the matter with your arms?”
“I’ve been holding her like this for so long, I’m not sure Ican put my arms down right now.”
Julian sat down beside her, saying nothing.
“Well,” Asra started, “let’s fix this quickly then.”
He bustled around them, quickly setting up the magic circleand reading over his notes for the spell. When everything was ready, hemotioned them over. They set the younger versions of their friends in the circleand then backed away. Melphina’s whining voice started to belt out as Asra beganthe spell and then cut out completely.
There was a blinding light and smoke filled the room. Coughing,Portia ran to the nearest window and threw it open. Smoke billowed out onto thegrounds. The four friends looked eagerly back to the circle.
Three hunched figures stood in front of them. Melphinatapped a wrinkled hand to her pursed lips, squinting as she looked around the room.
“Where are we?” she creaked out in a thin voice.
Grey, bent permanently at the waist, put a hand to theirear. “What! Speak up! I can’t hear you!”
Muriel simply looked down at his friends, eyelids shut, longlocks of grey hair falling about his face.
