What Sketchbook Do You Use? Is It The Limelight Brand It Looks Familiar

what sketchbook do you use? is it the limelight brand it looks familiar

Before I answer I want you all to bare with me because this was just a generic brand from SM (bought it at SM north edsa to be specific) their stationary department is nice but the branding is questionable on my end- I saw it on the shelf and it was a cheaper alternative to Limelight (which was what I first intended to buy but they were out of stock of the blank ones TwT)

So behold:

Never seen the word therapy so yassified- but yes this- I think it's almost the same GSM as Limelight(?) It does bleed with alcohol markers but it holds water based markers just fine. Not much feathering from fineliners to.

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Reqs now open again! As I'm returning to classes please be patient with your orders, but other than that the Mooncaf is up for serving once more!

Momentarily closing my inbox due to irl schedule ( ^-^ ) will open again on Saturday with the last sent requests yesterday, thank you for the first batch of reqs I've had the honor of serving :D

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Headcanon request for Genshin (Beidou) please?

(Platonic because reader is a small child)

One particularly starless night, the Crux encounters the ghost of a young kid. They rigidly stumble across the planks into the captain’s cabin, leaving the crew in a state of silence.

“H-Hey...” They whisper, their tiny voice seemingly echoing in the cold air. ”You probably d-don’t know me, b-but when I died at sea... whatever that means... I wasn’t scared. I think it’s b-because you were strong, so I was strong too...”

Then they fade away, but the entire ship felt as if it housed one more guest that evening.

• Lightning Catches What Mist Can't Hide •

The sample you wrote was wonderfully written anon-san I'm partially biased to angst laced requests like these 👁. Liyue is filled with its fair share of unmoving souls and we can only wonder where they lay without their mortal body.

⚠️ Mentions of Alcohol ⚠️

The Captain of the Crux, with a ghostly passenger:

As questionable as the Crux fleet is, no one can deny Beidou’s character. Merchants and common folk share an honest perception of her, the Liyue Qixing do feel a similar stance when regarding the Captain of the Crux.

Out of them all, her crew are the most loyal when singing praises to Haishan's slayer. During her perilous battle against a grand monster of the sea, the Crux Fleet savored the last time they'll ever hear her sing her shanty, the one she wholeheartedly vocalized until the horizon showed the first peaks of dawn.

But to someone else, this shanty was not merely a requiem for veteran sailors. It was like a lighthouse amidst the unforgiving waves, at least that's what the young child thought of it as.

So when Beidou one day looks up from her desk in her cabin to a translucent visage, it felt like a reminder of the dimmer aspect of her duties. She does take the time to observe them, she's had her fair share of restless beings that her greatsword can vouch for, but if it's someone that her crew were silently observing beyond the door- she was leaning on peaceful when approaching them.

Their revelation caused a stir in her chest, no matter how many times she's experienced transgression it still tugged at her feelings whenever she witnesses its hidden threads among the fickle waves. And with the amount of times she's faced a foe among the hydrological terrain she can only guess which battle the young child breathed their final breathe at.

"You're a tough one then, that sort of bravery can take some people years before they can even grasp its true meaning. But a lil' bud like you utilized it in the moment...and I greatly respect that"

Even when she can't actually touch your head, the sentiment came through. It's not often that she gets the honor of sending someone off in a peaceful sense like this, it felt...assuring in a way. To know that Beidou's labor amounted to something, one that isn't exactly like the fame and glory of being Liyue's Uncrowned Lord of the Ocean rather, as the benevolent captain who grew up knowing the pains of having no one to clutch onto during a time of hardship.

That night, dinnertime resumes as usual save for the extra serving of grilled tiger fish sitting at the crow's nest, a plate she personally placed herself in hopes that you'd be able to have a hearty meal, sights of a sea that wasn't anything like the unforgiving waves you passed away on but rather a tranquil plane of blue reflecting the string of stars hanging above.

Did you ever experience lantern rite? Had you ever seen snow capped peaks from the horizon where the sun would hit them in way that made them look like freshly mined Cor lapis? Have you ever seen the sky as a mirage of Celestial wonders instead of the murky storm clouds that blocked your hopes of life that day? These thoughts were peacefully laid down when she took a good chug of cold beer next to the plate of food.

The cold chill that passed by after she began making her way down to deck was comforting rather than shivering. From then on the Alcor's sails had expanded in greater shape, receiving the fleeting closure of your will as you soon became the presence that reminds the Crux fleet to always look upwards when the cold water submerged themselves.

Your will's presence is what kept them sober with hope compared to the drunken chants they hale in the dead of night. Sharing a round of memories they wish to make more of, knowing they've been spared the blessing of a longer life. To live for those who wish to live as them was a principal not many follow but the Crux Fleet welcomes it with open arms. Fists were raised high in the air in honor of the fallen, in honor of your recollection of bravery when everyone else was admittedly ready to face death in the eye. You were but a small part but you were what reignited the seamen's love for life. To Beidou, a reminder meant to be held close.

"We take what's changeable into our grasp, and strive forward with our heads held high, never loose sight of the sky beyond that godforsaken storm!"

The young ravenette looked out the window of the cafe, even the tinted glass didn't stop her gaze from falling onto the horizon lined by the ocean. Getting ready for the day was one of her most peaceful moments, taking the time to check everything but this time... she felt a rather odd sense of comfort from where her stares lingered.

"Something good is about to happen, and when it does... the moonlight will bare witness to the ocean's doings."

It was a fleeting whisper barely audible, yet heard by two other helpers hiding within the shadows of the unopened Cafe. With an amused chuckle she gave one final peek to the azure waves before going back to her business. Perhaps a message in a bottle will flow adrift once more.

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A mermaid lurks in the waves of her home. Her secluded mangrove roots created a perfectly private home. While there weren’t any dancing anemones and colorful corals, it was home. The marine creature weaved herself out of the tangled roots and kicked up some sand as her fins swayed in the ocean waves carrying her out to the open sea.

The mermaid’s pale yellow-grey tail glimmers as she quickly swims into the depths of the blue waves to where she finds a familiar abandoned shipwreck; it is where her treasury of pearls is safely hidden away from greedy thieves. Past the wooden doors overgrown with flowing green algae, colorful corals, and anemones peacefully welcome the mermaid shark. The sun shines brightly onto the turquoise blue and slowly descends into beautiful dark navy waters–quaint-filled small knick-knacks and shelves full of glass bottles and some with paper scrolls.

Light brown webbed hands reach out to the cramped selves and retrieve four filled orbs and bottles. Each item had odd silhouettes and surface dweller’s flora. The shark mermaid swims towards and makes her way down the rotting overgrown wreckage. Starlight hair sprawls behind her as the items in her faintly scared arms clink and clank along her movements. 

The mermaid swam to the darkest depths with familiarity etched into her actions as the mer-woman turned into a dimly lit cave. The dark and gloomy area’s atmosphere is in stark contrast to the sunken ship’s somewhat familiar yet somber aura. Despite how it may seem, the dreary cave helped the marine creature focus, and it acted as a secluded room for her to continue her work with little to no interruptions. Despite its initial usage as a workroom of sorts, the starlight-haired woman found it comforting and used it as a way to spy on the land.

The centerpiece in her hidden room was a large rock cauldron, the lip of a pot’s spindle-like stalagmites giving as dangerous allure as the shark-mer approaches as the foreboding centerpiece. The bottles and orbs clink as the young creature’s gills open on her neck and sides of her shark end. Gingerly allowing the fragile trinkets to float in the water before her golden interested gaze. Even though the eerily ambiance of the cave would make it hard to see the minute details of the ornaments for other humans, she wasn’t human, now was she?

“Hm, What to choose. Each one has the essence of the people it represents. These two,” The mermaid grasps the cork sealed glass containers, white shadows of a short-haired and long-haired figure, walking in opposite directions. The red encrusted seared bottle was simple in aesthetic but what it lacked in eye candy made things more interesting. The yellow-bowed glass seemingly was full of stars and a miniature tree as the long-haired figure looked forlorn.

The mer-shark turns to the last sky-filled the jar with butterflies, and lean-looking fiery flowers outstretched to the insects. The bejeweled orange bow floats in the waters as the white-haired woman experimentally pokes at its invisible wall. The bottle limply tilts and rotates before her with an amused smirk curling on the mermaid’s face. The last items differed from the glass-filled bottles, two orbs filled with flora and rare growing see-through crystals.

“Or, these others, quite the predicament.” Indecision ebbs into the mermaid as white strands float behind the woman as nothing answers her rhetorical question. ‘I wonder how long I’ll have to stay down here, and I do have a business on the surface to tend to up there.’ The shark-mer thoughtfully glances toward the keen selection as a webbed hand reaches towards one of the floating items and raises it to her eyes. A quizzical expression appears as she violently throws the glass into the cauldron. A thunderous cloud explodes, and streaks of color appear and illuminate the darkened cavern. Soon the clouds start to come and absorb unnaturally, forming into useless shapes at first.

Mother-like coos roll from the mermaid’s tongue as she urges the abnormally swelling bubble to configure itself into something more visible, something more telling.

A purple mist bursts from the swelling bubble, and a young man with brown and red hair appears before in the mist. His face cooly steward as he looks off. “Zane Fredrick, a man, stranded to Royal Sword.” {See post}

A gentle mix of pink, blue, and green seeps into the grey cloud as it pops. A young woman with a focused expression on her face. “Monica Cyrus, the woman stranded in an unknown world. Hm, more than one person from mysterious circumstances… Odd.” {See post}

Vibrant reds and yellows take over and writhe. The cloud gathers together and shows an outline of a lizard or a dragon. “Professor Lòng of Royal Sword.” {See Post}

The vibrancy of warm colors mellows and transforms into gentle pastel colors. A pair of slips appear in the cloud as the mermaid reaches the last orb. “Leif Sinter, the 1st year of RSA with a little secret of his own.” {See Post}

The last orb in the shark’s possession was a humble flower-filled looking glass. As she recounts this person’s name and drops the bubble into her cauldron, the mist turns into a black outline of a rosebud. “Roselio Cantilena, quite literally the baby of this bunch.” {See Post}

“That looks like all of them, as of now. Hope they’re all doing well.” Lifting her chin from propped up hands as she looked on in mild intrigue, a tired sigh pulled from her lips, and she looked to the entrance of her small hideaway to see a nameless merman in her doorway skeptically. Calling out, “Sherbert Wellman? May I speak with you?”

Tagging: @rrasado @anevilbunnyinthehat 👉👈

🌟 and 🐍 for the ask game!!!!

The sunshine and the snek aight bet-

🐍 • He doesn't know him personally but Tiflo knows Jamil as the sly Vice dormleader of Scarabia! He never paid mind to him but after picking up the incident in Arc four from fellow newspaper club members he finds him pitiful in a sense.

🌟 • Also not personally close but he adores the dormleader's energy regardless. It reminds him of his sisters and brother!

🐍 • He's classmates with him! Cato had always regarded him as average hence not really eyeing him as someone who he can potentially tutor, but he does prefer it when Jamil began working as much as he wants post Arc 4. Cato thinks of him as a good student for juggling academics and dorm duties.

🌟 • He gets drained from kalim's antics but he doesn't have anything against the sunshine, Cato is usually tired so someone energetic just reminds him how fast the world actually is. He does get asked by kalim whether Jamil is in their classroom or not but that's as far as they go.

🐍 • When Jamil was scarcely beginning to plot leading up to his OB, inkan was the first one he'd always hand the other dirty work to. Officially he and Jamil have some sort of business relationship going on as kalim's second poison tester. Does he respect him? Yes, does he like him? No.

🌟 • Inkan doesn't necessarily dislike him but he does prefer things to be quiet when he's working, whenever a part is held he has to lock himself in his room in order to peacefully worn on his toxins.

🐍 • They mutually respect eachother as tako bashers dancers!

🌟 • Phoebus finds his company nice and nostalgic since she came from a country filled with lively people like him, she does accept his sporadic plans from time to time so I'd say they're on good terms.

♦️ 🦁 🦐 for Cato 🥺 - 🦈

Now this should be fun OwO

♦️ • Cato knows Cater through his heartslabyul classmates, the owl boy isn't exactly social media active (not even having a touch screen phone) but he does sort of envy Cater's people skills. Other than that they're neutral! (Should the day Riddle can't help Cater academically, the heartslabyul students are more than glad to recommend Cato)

🦁 • When Cato first settled as a savanaclaw student back then- it was Leona who made it clear that surviving in the dorm is meant to be self defined and not just brawny power. Cato was supposed to go to RSA but accidents garnered him to wind at NRC, when his tenacity pushed the mirror to bring him at the brutal dorm he can only lament in silence. Present day he silently admires Leona as a dorm leader, he appreciates his leadership skill even if it's not often used to its full extent.

🦐 • Fear/hj Cato knows them considering how infamous he and his twin are. At one point he might have had to help his fellow dorm mates out from falling into the hold of the hedonistic tweel. Cato is aware how... careless some people are hence understanding why Floyd would go after them but Cato still tries his best to talk it out civilly, Floyd finds him smart but annoying.