thechelaxian
TheChelaxian
46 posts
Last active 2 hours ago
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
ploonets
wait and hope
bioethicists
act so there is no use in a center
spicyramenho
zero cal, happy gal
fuckyeahpipesofpan
Pipes of Pan
Text
Reblogging for later~
obsessed where stories where it is like. the mistakes are unfixable and the worst thing that could happen happened and nothing can go back to how it was. but there was still love in this and love will continue after this and love endures always.
90K notes
·
View notes
Text
Mismatched
The palace was awash with the golden light of the dawn. Servants had long been at work cooking and prepping the palace for the day’s activities.
However, the court magician stood in the shadows of his suite’s closet. His amber eyes glared down at the neat rows of matching pairs of footwear. Shoes, boots, sandals, slippers. They mocked him.
He glanced down at his feet, curling his eight toes. His right foot was mundane enough, but his left? A twisted mockery of a human foot, shorter than the right with three stiff toes.
He heard a door open behind him, and he hurriedly snatched up two mismatched shoes, hoping his traditionally long robes would cover the affront.
Nadia glided into the room, a radiant smile on her lips. “Good morning, beloved.”
“Morning, my Countess.” Thinzem smoothed his robes and bowed to greet her.
“What have I said about bowing to me?” She placed a hand under his chin and gently lifted him to stand up.
“Not to.” Thinzem blushed, his eyes briefly unable to meet hers.
“What’s wrong? You seem troubled.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Liar.”
Thinzem bit his lip. “It’s nothing serious. Just me being ridiculous.”
Nadia looked him up and down, silent for a moment, before gently pushing Thinzem back onto the bed. She took hold of his lower robes and yanked them up.
“Nadia?!” Thinzem cried out alarmed, but he then saw her eyes lock on his feet and the mismatched shoes upon them. Nadia knelt down to grasp his left shoe in her hand.
“Thinzem, why is it your shoes never match?”
The magician was silent for a moment, but then he bent to remove the shoes. Nadia looked critically at his feet.
“Asra assures me they weren’t like this before the Red Plague. He said there was something wrong with the ritual that revived me, resulting in a physical mistake of my body.”
“Why have you not considered a cobbler?”
“I had. However, Asra also never pays rent, so I could not afford commissioning a cobbler.”
Nadia stared incredulous up at Thinzem, searching his face. “Beloved, you have been living with me for three months now.”
Thinzem stared back, blinking blankly as he tried to understand. A moment passed before his face flushed so brightly the air hissed in embarrassment. He placed his face in his hands, groaning a mild stream of self-deprecating curses.
Nadia shook her head, laughing and scooping up Thinzem in her arms.
“Where are we going?” Thinzem mumbled, still hiding his face.
“You, my beloved Fool, are not taking another step till we fit you with properly fitted footwear.”
#the arcana apprentice#the arcana fanfic#epilogue#nadia satrinava#thinzem lethe#just a scene I had in my head while developing my apprentice#wanted mismatched shoes so I gave a reason for that#he is also lighter for his size#quirks of being a *shadow* of his former self
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
I recently had surgery, and at the time I came home, I had both my cat and one of my grandma's cats staying with me.
- Within hours of surgery, I wake up from a nap to my cat gently sniffing at my incisions with great alarm.
- I was not allowed to shower the first day after surgery, and the cats, seeing that The Large Cat is not observing its cleaning ritual, decided I must be gravely disabled and compensated by licking all the exposed skin on my arms, face, and legs.
- I currently have to sleep with a pillow over my abdomen because my cat insists on climbing on top of me and covering my incisions with her body while I sleep (which is very sweet but not exactly comfortable without the pillow). She also lays across me facing my bedroom door, presumably on guard for attackers who may try to harm me while I'm sleeping and injured.
That's love. 🐈⬛🐈❤️
109K notes
·
View notes
Text
Dying on that stage with y'all
“can you people just let friends be friends!!” i shout into the mic. the crowd boos and throws tomatoes at me. “why, are you homophobic?” they accuse. i shoot everyone dead with my aromantic beam.
6K notes
·
View notes
Text
Can confirm.
Being a writer your brain is either
A) STUFFED TO BURSTING with ideas you have no clue what to do with or how to make them make sense
or
B) It's a black hole that devours every inkling of creativity in your cells and you are just hoping it'll consume you too
THERE IS NO IN BETWEEN
6K notes
·
View notes
Text
Ace man, reporting!
Help me prove my family wrong!
I don't know if this post will break containment, but will you like/reblog if you are or know a man who is asexual? All of the people in my life seem convinced that being Ace is a 'girl thing' and that Ace men don't exist!
5K notes
·
View notes
Text
ok im about to think about the Character!! im so Excited 😊😊
32K notes
·
View notes
Text
Nadia's confession to Thinzem in the High Priestess' realm. MC art by u/Weird-Galaxies over on reddit and sketchycrowz here on tumblr.
#the arcana apprentice#thinzem lethe#nadia satrinava#the arcana mc#the arcana#she could always see right through him#he never thought it would ever be literal#but the goat man has his body#shadow of a chance#nadia's route
28 notes
·
View notes
Text
Tried painting Solis magna.
I'm not too happy about the way bara magna turned out, but I think the nebulae look quite nice
385 notes
·
View notes
Text
I love hate how good and painful this is.
I'VE HAD AN IDEA FOR A HEALTH BAR
887 notes
·
View notes