ALIAS / NAME: Captain! I Used To Be Called Honey, Lovely, And Nyx In The Past, Though That Was LONG Before

ALIAS / NAME: Captain! I used to be called Honey, Lovely, and Nyx in the past, though that was LONG before Tumblr. Twas my amino days, baby. ( I also semi-recently tried out 'King' but the vibes don't quite fit yknow! prefer the vibe of that as a term of referral - ex: my liege - rather than a name weirdly enough BHGKTRB )

BIRTHDAY: july 7th!

ZODIAC: cancer! i forgot my exact stuff, like rising sign or the like, but i do know that! i got into zodiacs when i was like 13 i think so I know at least MY sign by heart lol

HEIGHT: 5'6! something like that, I think :] which is also 167 centimeters

HOBBIES: drawing, writing ( I have an ao3 I've been neglecting for so long ), dungeons & dragons / general ttrpgs which take up SO much of my week <3, video games, content analysis ( kinda? ), baking, penpal, learning ukulele, learning to sew, learning crochet!

FAV. COLOR: im terrible when it comes to this question because i love a lot of very specific colors because artist brain BUT... If I had to pick one. Probably a red-y brown-y color. I REALLY like warm and neutral colors ( though Quillheel's pallet probably wouldn't invoke that thought ) though i also like a lot of neutral and cooler colors. you can basically reference a rainbow for my preferred colors but even with blue at the bottom ( I'm a big purple-enjoyer ) i still enjoy what good usage of it can do <3

FAV. BOOK: the long walk by stephen king, inkheart by cornelia funke, or frankenstein by mary shelley <3 love different aspects of all of them, though inkheart was a big part of my childhood so i'm biased BHHGTR

LAST SONG: be nice to me by the front bottoms :] i've been listening to a lot of Hozier lately though

LAST MOVIE / SHOW: UHHH wolfwalkers! VERY good i really liked it <3 i wanna rewatch song of the sea eventually, too! that ones also a favorite. the last show would probably be season 3 of infinity train ( I still resist the temptation to add Simon sometimes. he is such a terrible yet interesting little man ) or finally finishing watching hisuian snow :]

RECENT READ: if fanfiction doesnt count ( if it Does then wander boy by poptod, which is surprising its not one of the HUGE amounts of disco elysium fanfiction i've been chewing on lately ) then probably i think frankenstein by mary shelley, which i picked up and began reading but didn't finish :( still the most recent though! I wanna actually finish that + reread the long walk + read a bunch of other books, like the song of achilles by madeline miller, circe by madeline miller, orange world and other stories by karen russle, memorial: a version of homers illiad by alice oswald, the haunting of hill house by shirley jackson, good omens by neil gaiman and terry pratchett, the city & the city by china mieville, etc etc etc! ( if you guys have any suggestions actually, feel free to send em my way! )

INSPIRATION: horror! especially slashers, psychological horror, and 'bloodbath' horror ( selectively! carrie's got the vibes, saw does NOT ), psychological writing in general, a bunch of the books i have or plan on reading, mythology & legends, fanfiction and composition, music ( especially the weakerthans, the narcissist cookbook, hozier, etc ), poetry, and just!! learning methods of how things Generally are made, ig! how people paint, how people make clothes and make fabric, how people grow plants. i take a lot of inspiration from unexpected places, but a lot of those places are the act of creation in of itself. my writing might only be writing, but i try to embody a sense of color to it, of an artstyle you can almost taste, yknow? the composition in shows where blues look almost green and its like the world is basked in paint and there's just a feeling, indescribable, contextual but potent in of itself, the feeling of small moments everywhere, all at once, all the time. THAT SOUNDS REALLY PRETENTIOUS BUT LIKE... its true, yknow!! i like to embody a feeling in my writing, and i go to a lot of places to find it.

STORY BEHIND URL: once, a long time ago, my oc multimuse @cassiopiia was named orphic-ruin, and quillheel came second in my blogs list. i wanted them to match! so i thought of storytelling, which went to writing, then to pens, then to quills! and the 'heel' part comes from achilles heel, or the achilles tendon! as well as having ties to hermes' winged feet. in a way, its kinda saying 'vulnerable storyteller' or 'half-divine legend' or even kinda like a title or epithet vibe wise like you might find on a mythological figure ( ex: quill-heeled ) or something like that, which i think still fits the vibe p well to this day! if i did change the URL, idk what I'd make it now! i might eventually, but yeah!

tagged: @disassnbler ty ender!!!! <333

tagging: uhhhhhhhhhhhhh @littlelonesomestars @slaughterlocked @underworldslibrary @rebellionhearted aaaand anyone wearing blue, green or red <3

( Whilst offering a can of soda ) " You get used to it pretty fast, in my experience. Sprite? "

@quillheel replied:

im making icons for Robin rn and saw the batman bit and my FIRST thought being just 'alright little buddy get in the bird brigade' w taro is very funny to me actually BHKBG

" when i said i vibe with birds, i didn't mean it like this. "

ah, solana! my favorite human.

More doodles of Futaba doing Indomie mukbang and wearing Lain pajama.

I like the new brush.

The feeling is familiar. Comforting, in a way.

He is far from perfect. ━ The way he holds the flute in of itself shows a muscle-memory touting his knowledge of how to use it, the particular way the fingers were trained to hold an instrument engrained into him, and awkward still, how one does when it has been a long enough time to know how to place the fingers but not how exactly to move them; practiced and timed and only slightly clumsy, the fingers still move, and his breathing still narrowed and trained to make the flute sing. ━ sing, sing, for a concert of one.

( maybe he'd deny it if the others caught on that he had been playing for her, and her alone. he hasn't decided yet, what to do when the group came back. )

He fumbles the notes by the end, the way someone does when they forget how it goes and must improvise; then Dandie speaks, and he ━ as though remembering himself in the same strokes of gladness that at least, in some way, it had helped enough to offer words ━ pulls the instrument from his chin.

" You doth not know a great deal about myself, Lady 'Lion. " Rouxls answers, soft in the remark like a gentle reminder as he picks something off the end of the flute with his nail. It's made of a silvery metal and dark red wood, maybe the same kind as all those passed trees in the forest. ━ It looks old. Well loved.

" But as for mine r'corder, it hath beenth a longe time last I'd played, " he admits, almost embarrassed for a moment " I am quite rusty, t'is impressive even to myself how much I recollected of the tune... "

After a moment, Rouxls' head turns, body still stern & straight like a coat-tailed tower 'gainst the dark and endless sky, and offers a smile that tries to be kind, almost uncharacteristic if not for the hesitance plaguing beneath it. Uncertain, as if unfamiliar, or more unknowing what he himself wants to do. Why he's done this at all. ━ to repay her kindness, however brief, however simple. a part of him wonders, as he looks at her, if this is how all Darkners feel when looking 'pon Lightners. The impulse, itching like instinct, to help, to soothe, to do something to make it good again, make it happy.

Rouxls does not try to make this this happy. Rouxls only tries to let it be better, let the sitting with worry of which he can feel in the darkness that makes him be a little more bearable, a little less lonely.

" Pence for thy thoughts should you wish to share, mayhaps? " he inquires, before adding as though feeling he must offer reason, " You seem troubled. "

@quillheel planted : Rouxls has noticed the absence of such a jovial attitude, and after a while of silently sitting by her, has taken to playing a tune on his flute for her. It has been a long time since he'd practiced, but- well... if Dandelion had brought such life and music to his world, he ought to try to return the favor, no? if only to prove her inspiration did not go to waste.

𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲. the tune stops her heavy thoughts in their tracks, if only for a moment. how would they get home? would the kids be safe? would they all be stuck there, forever? concepts that settle, some, when music is offered. soft and lilting, she can't help but glance over, as though she didn't quite expect the duke to have a prowess for woodwinds.

a smile comes, then - genuine, even if her worries persist.

" ...i didn't know you could play. "

cleaned up some sketch from my notebook. The other last one is old and was supposed to be like a study but I gave up midway, might redo it at some point