My October-exclusive Witch AU Of The Daycare Attendants Plus My (also A Daycare) OC That I Have Yet To

Say hello to your local spellmaker and their pet gremlin for a companion from @colors-of-light :D

Commission: study notes! Art by me, characters from @colors-of-light

The completed piece will be posted on a reblog from this post within 2 weeks — final day Jan 30.

Then they're safe, aren't they? Since they cure fevers. Hmm, maybe they could use that in their tea. They have friends who usually visit her in one of the nooks in the forest for tea time and they usually get sick when they stay too long (they keep telling them to take their umbrella so that they could safely go back to the brighter areas but they just have to refuse tsk tsk). They also have been growing some crab flowers in their free time to use as decoration, so that solves it.

"That's useful to know." Wis's closed eyes brightened up at them and they looked closer at the mushrooms despite the smell. "Are there any more of them…?"

The purple-clad sky kid, who smelt of flowers and evening dew, curiously looks under their yellow umbrella at Silas crouching over something. Is she- collecting it?

They approach, standing a lil' far from them but still close enough to offer shade from the rain. "Hello."

(They snapped their head at you, much more quicker than you'd think it was posssible. Her reflexes reminded you of a krill in some way. But what made you even more uncomfortable was their face. There was nothing on it, even the eyelashes that maskless kids usually have are gone. Suddenly, she smiles. Sharp pointy teeth glow in the dark, the mushrooms clasped tightly in her hand loosened. Was she collecting mushrooms near the dark plant? Isn't that dangerous? Then she spoke, her voice having a hint of distortion in it)

"My, my, my, my, MY! Hello there traveler! Awful weather we have here, but it's a good day to try out some medicinal herbs! Have you come for treatment?"

(They point towards the treehouse a bit further up in the forest that looks like it was renovated into a clinic. Warm lights spew out from the windows. They don't stop smiling.)

Pending for decommission or just simply [Out of Order]?

A Golden Apple

This battle has stretched on longer than they were familiar with. Perhaps it's because they persisted longer; defended the tower the hardest they could. They were wise in their experience, but not wise enough when fields of wheat were replaced by the pit of lava before them, with hot armor being all they had for a soft bed, while the rough hands that loosely held on the enchanted blade had forgotten the warmth and texture of fresh bread.

They plod over to the chest hidden behind a pillar, pulling its lid up to see weapons and armors of the highest quality... and no food.

"Ah, seriously, what kind of army doesn't stockpile food?"

"I don't know." A couple lava pops pass as the soldier took a second to realize that wasn't their voice; it was younger, softer, and confident. "I do have food, though."

The soldier leisurely turned their head to see the sharp end of a sword pointed at them, and behind it was a young mercenary. The young mercenary stood tall with a hardened gaze, their grip on their sword carrying more power than the weapon itself.

The soldier, however, only sat comfortably on the warm stone floor, their back against the chest, without even bothering to pick up their weapon. The young mercenary blinked in confusion, much more when the soldier casually commented "nice".

"What.. aren't you going to fight?"

"And be killed by you? No thanks, starvation is already doing that."

The soldier's immediate, straightforward response caused the young mercenary's grip on their sword to lessen. The young mercenary looked down on the soldier, seeing their slacked form equipped in diamond while an enchanted diamond sword lies beside them, but the soldier's hands were thin, their face gaunt and pale from lack of nutrition and sunlight.

And the soldier observes the young mercenary's actions in reciprocation, their tired face smoothly covering the plan forming in their head. The soldier has a splash potion of poison in their inventory, while the lava pit is just on their right. Though the soldier's hunger bar is low and their health halved, they can push the young mercenary into the pit once they've thrown the potion and-

Their thoughts halted when about a dozen golden apples were shoved in their face, and the young mercenary's sword was once again properly aimed on them.

"Hey, hey." The soldier carefully stood up with the golden apples in their arms while one is already being munched on in their mouth. The soldier spoke with apple bits in their mouth -- probably saying "let me eat first" -- swallowed-

"Then I'll die," the soldier said, picking up another apple to munch on.

"No," the young mercenary said, "let's have a fight."

The soldier stared at the young mercenary for a good two seconds while eating, then their eyes wandered to the pit of lava.

"Have you ever heard of military poverty?" The soldier asked after swallowing their second apple; their hunger bar full. The young mercenary's brows slowly rose; a beat of pause before the soldier continues. "It's not even a term, so of course you wouldn't."

Then the soldier picked up their sword, and the young mercenary took a few steps back and righted their stance.

"But it might as well be." The soldier threw their sword into the lava pit, and the young mercenary's eyes went wide at their action.

The soldier made one large leap to the lava pit, a smile on their face while they held a half-eaten golden apple. The young mercenary chases after the soldier in a vain attempt to save them, but the flames devoured the soldier before they could have the duel they wanted.

"Live well," the soldier smiled, "kid."

"Noooooo-"

Some pictures of Caretaker!Aliya’s fall antlers and outfit for OTGW season and Halloween!

I spent a lot of time on these autumn decorations! Trimming down leaves to match the shape of her summer foliage and attaching wires, then wrapping the antlers in copper wires, strings of orange beads, and hanging turtle-shaped bangles on a golden chain. I’m really happy with how this turned out as a whole :D I also made my own clasp for the cloak with earring hoops and a different gold chain. I hope to improve it one day (and also remember to take off the useless strings instead of ^ that ^ nonsense), but I like it now too and it certainly does the job. 

Huzzah!

"Playcare ATT. your Service!"

Close up shots below:

Hella proud of this one; it was a struggle fitting her name in there

In a place as quiet as this garden, the silence was swept away by soft clicks like the waving of the clouds around the Starlight Desert.

The vet that had been hanging around there long enough to be regarded as a florist, instead of tending to the flowers like she usually does to pass the time, was found holding a rectangular object as she aimed the diamond-rimmed lens towards flowers and the like, and sometimes even the pavilion whilst she moved backwards carefully.

"What are you doing-?"

Wis blinked as she turned around on the heels of her boots, which resulted in her catching her own face staring back at her.

No, wait. That's her twin brother.

Watcher sighed as he crossed his arms, a soft smile playing on his expression at Wis's slightly startled face.

"Is that the camera from this Season?" He eyes the device in her hands, his pose now shifting to a more laid-back position. "I've been hearing about it from the archivists– and well, I guess just about from everyone around me."

"I don't doubt it." A chuckle from his twin sister makes him look back at her. "We have cubes that record memories of our selves, but this is the first we get to have something that allows us to capture others' singular moments in time."

"We only have our memories, and if we choose to, our stories to pass on about those who were around us once. And…" Her grip tightens lightly around the camera. "…even though we have verbal passings, the notes we've written, the illustrations we've drawn, and even memory cubes to store their memories, being able to take pictures is…"

"…is like being able to see them again and again…" As Watcher continued Wis's thoughts, both twins looked to the stars above them. "…and with pictures, it's like getting to introduce them to the people who are with you in the present, even when they're no longer around to make that possible."

"…yeah." Wis breathed in the cold air of the desert, her arms now wrapped around the camera as she pressed it against her chest as if it would subdue the ache in her core. "It's quite greedy, isn't it? To want to keep more of someone who couldn't be here…"

It has been nine Seasons since then, and there have been many things she wished she was able to save during that time.

A good memory, an achievement, a silly and foolish moment…a friend.

"I wanted to have all of their memories, hahaa…" It was such a strained laugh that perfectly matched with the tight smile Wis wore. As much as she didn't want to tear up right there, it was ironic that her makeup features blue raindrops below her eyes.

"They were so cute." Her chest moves heavily as she made a long, deep sigh just before she continued on. "I wished I could show you beyond my stories; how their curiosity would lead them to feel most often in awe, or at times lost and even afraid."

"Their first spirit, their first accessory, their first cape, and even the first time they met their guardian."

"The things that caught their eye and often caused them to let go of my hand, their favorite places to be, and the friends they made."

All of it.

"I wanted all of my memories of them to be something I can hold and show to you all." Wis smiled down at the camera in her hands. "It's a shame that this kind of option wasn't quite available back then."

Her twin watches her for a moment, letting the silence of the garden hover over them as the two of them listen to it…

Until Watcher stretched his arms up as he let out a "well", before crossing it behind his head. "Even when you can't take their pictures from back then, you can always take the pictures of those who are going to be here."

"It's a new Season, and there's going to be a bunch of moths streaming in. I know you've retired, but I'm sure the guides won't mind having a helping hand around."

Wis giggled at the suggestion.

"I'll have to pass, Watcher, and- shouldn't it be you who has to lend a helping hand?" She tilted her head at her twin, and playfully winked at him. "Sir Wasteland Watcher who has only guided a single moth?"

"Hey."

Seeing Watcher take a small bit of offense at her tease got another giggle out of her, and she turns back to the flowers she was aiming at.

"Hm, and besides…" The wistful florist raised up the camera to her eye level. "While I can't take the pictures of the moths I've had the short time to guide, there's also the ones who have been with me since a very long time ago, isn't there?"

"There's you, Ox Wiz, Blue…" Click. "…and, even though it hasn't been that long since I met them, there's also Kiri, Raisin, H.K., Maddie, and that little cutie who likes crabs and you–"

"Can't you just leave that part out-"

​​​​​​​Giggle.

"–so, even when I'm sad that the others would remain as just stars in the night sky for the rest to see whenever they look up, I'm happy you're all here so we could take all the pictures we want together."

"…"

"Me too."

"I'm happy we're all here, with all our friends to fly with us in this kingdom and those twinkling in the sky that watch over us."

A student and their master decide to go out for a meal outside their settlements. Nothing wrong with a nice change of scenery and food, but it appears that whatever happened to their master seemed to follow him even to a time of restful enjoyment.

"Are you alright?"

Watcher perked up slightly at the concerned chirp of his student, who saw him stare into the bowl of soup for a little too long.

"I know you said you don't mind eating something spicy, but if you want, we can-"

"It's fine."

They had agreed beforehand that they would take one side of the meal, having wanting to try tasting something different from their usual diet, but Watcher wasn't expecting for the dish to be a... twin set.

"I'm just tired." His forehead creases behind the bird mask, as longing and nostalgia throbs in his chest the longer he looks at the pair of bright red cape flutters in the wind and pale yellow shines closely behind the smile of a moth soup. "That's all."

"Are you sure?" Still, H.K., his student, is relentless, and that wistful feeling grows upon looking up to see a skid smile at him whose face looks exactly like his, with beautiful feathers in her flower-shaped hair, seated on the opposite side of the table.

"Watcher?" But the reality is that his twin is not here, and the skid sitting before him doesn't have feathers in their hair nor is it styled to resemble a flower.

Instead it's just that kid from the music shop, whom he had taken under his wing, with a bob cut that proudly wears the Hall's blue hairclip, as their face slowly becomes worried by the second-

Watcher acted swiftly.

"I really am fine, H.K." He scoffed, ignoring the glowing squint thrown his way as he picked up a smaller bowl to serve himself the spicy shrimp soup. "Watch me; it can't be as bad as having your arm shattered off by krill."

Without even waiting for his student's reaction, Watcher proceeded to tilt his mask up in order to drink the red soup in one-go from his bowl-

Only to almost spit it back out as he begins to cough; his mask immediately falling back down to cover his whole face.

His student hastily gave him a cup of water, before ordering for a jug of manta milk at the realization that he's going to need something more effective with how his throat still feels like it just drank condensed black water.

Spicy shrimp soup and vegetable soup

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A lone, mysterious door stands on its hinges leading to nowhere. Or does it? You wouldn't know unless you turn the knob.

But when you do, remember to say your greetings to the White Lady keeping shop inside.

From left to right setting: afternoon, sunset, evening, midnight, and sunrise.