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You brilliant person...

we hug now - Sydney Rose

end lyrics, but its howard & cleves

“i have a feeling you got everything you wanted”

cleves got a divorce, cleves had the money and a self ruling palace after. she was happy, content and calm with her life.

“and you’re not wasting time stuck here like me”

cleves didnt waste her time with her marriage with henry. she was unhappy from the start, and ended it when she wanted to. katheryn couldnt do that. she was a child stuck in a marriage she never agreed to. she didnt want to be here, but she felt like cleves had an easy way out.

“you’re just thinking: “its a small thing that happened’”

the divorce

“the world ended when it happened to me”

katheryn didnt make it out alive due to her divorce. the world did end when the divorce happened to her.

switch povs!

“i have a feeling you got everything you wanted”

katheryn tried her hardest to keep her youth. she did everything to remind herself that she was a child. she danced and swayed in the ballroom, feeling like she could make something out of this marriage.

“and you’re not wasting time stuck here like me.”

cleves was unhappy her whole marriage, she felt trapped. she couldn’t do the same as katheryn, she was stuck, wasting time in a “marriage” she never wanted.

“you’re just thinking: “its a small thing that happened’”

the divorce

“the world ended when it happened to (us).”

as i stated before, the world did end with katheryn’s divorce, however so did cleves. they were close, they were friends. cleves was devastated after her (howard’s) death, since she knew the outcome. she knew about boleyn, and she feared the same outcome for her friend.

waahh…

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Hey guys its been a while and i really missed the blorbos so heres a fic from my drafts I've been sitting on for. A long time.

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“I’m gonna go smoke.”

The silence still hangs in the air. The silence into which someone could have - but didn’t - say Ajax’s name. It’s been like this since That Night. The specter of Ajax haunting the conversation, Rembrandt pulling on her boots and zipping up her jacket and out the door again. It’s been weeks, and all Mercy has managed to learn about the Warriors’ tagger is that, based on the look Cleon gives her each time - half pleading, half disappointed - before That Night she had been trying to quit. She’s not trying now.

“Wait up! I’ll come with you.”

Swan shoots her a concerned look as Mercy pushes herself off the couch. It’s a don’t-do-anything-stupid kind of look. Mercy smiles her winningest and most reassuring smile back at her and hurries after where Rembrandt is pointedly not waiting for her.

Mercy catches up to her in the hallway, halfway to the stairs to the roof. It’s cold. Mercy didn’t grab a sweater. Rembrandt is wearing an oversized hoodie that Swan had mentioned in a late-night impassioned rant was actually Ajax’s.

So that’s the second thing Mercy knows about Rembrandt: that she smokes in Ajax’s jacket. Spite, Swan had called it. Ajax was never going to get the smell out, and she liked that jacket. Mercy isn’t so sure.

Rembrandt doesn’t shut the door to the stairs in Mercy’s face, which Mercy counts as basically an invitation. This is progress. The last few times Mercy has tried this, Rembrandt had turned a corner and vanished into thin air. The fact that Mercy can hear her footsteps in the stairwell - even if she’s taking them two at a time and quickly outpacing Mercy - means Mercy is getting through to her. Probably. Hopefully.

At the top of the stairs, Rembrandt is holding the door open. This, too, is progress. Mercy hasn’t figured out how to jimmy it yet, even though Swan has demonstrated the trick to her a few times. There’s a stormy look on Rembrandt’s face, like she’s considering letting it swing shut before Mercy gets there, but she keeps holding it open until Mercy’s made it through. They’ll be the best of friends in no time.

Rembrandt leans up against the railing, lighting a cigarette from the pack she keeps in the pocket of the hoodie. (This, Mercy has heard from Swan, too. Ajax was always throwing out Rembrandt’s cigarettes, Swan said. Nobody has been brave enough to start doing it in her absence.) She takes a long drag, and seems to deflate slightly on the exhale. Wordlessly, she holds the carton and lighter out to Mercy.

“Thanks,” Mercy says as she lights up. “For waiting for me.”

Rembrandt shrugs. “Did I have a choice?” She rolls her eyes. “You’re not gonna quit followin’ me.”

True. Mercy suppresses a smile as she blows out smoke. “Still. I know it hasn’t been easy for you. Me being here.”

Understatement of the century. Rembrandt narrows her eyes.

“And with Ajax-” Mercy understands why the others let the silence hang. Rembrandt kind of perks up when she says Ajax’s name, like a hunting dog that’s scented prey.

“What about Ajax?”

“Nothing! I just thought it might help, you know. Talking.”

Rembrandt is silent for a long time. “What do you want to know?”

“I dunno, I just- I know about the others but I don’t know anything about the two of you. I thought you might like talking about her. The two of you are so… different.”

It’s the wrong thing to say. Mercy can tell as soon as she’s said it. Something in Rembrandt’s expression shutters, goes dark.

“Different,” she echoes.

“I just thought you might-”

“Might fuckin’ what? Might wanna gossip with you while she’s away? Tell you all her secrets so when she comes back you can think you know everything you need to know about her?”

Mercy is momentarily stunned into silence. Rembrandt looks between them in disgust.

“What, because we’re the fucking girlfriends?” she spits. “This isn’t the Orphans, Mercy. I’m a Warrior. I’m not gonna talk about my crew behind their backs just ‘cause you’ve got some idea that me and you are on a team.”

They are on a team. They should be on a team. That’s what it means to be a Warrior. From the way she’d said girlfriends, Mercy doesn’t think Rembrandt totally agrees.

“I’m sorry-”

“You’re not sorry,” Rembrandt scoffs, “You got caught.”

“Don’t I have a right to want to know about the people in my crew? I’m just curious, that’s all!”

“And I’m tellin’ you I got nothing to say! You wanna know so bad, go ask Swan!”

Mercy has asked Swan. In her more peaceful moments, Swan can be cajoled into telling Mercy stories about the Warriors, Before. Mercy has heard the stories of Swan and Cowgirl’s initiations, how Cochise and Cleon met, even a few small snippets about Fox before Swan’s voice fails her. But every time Mercy tries to bring up Ajax or Rembrandt, Swan just gets sad. They’d been together awhile, is what Mercy had gotten out of her. It was good that they were together. The unspoken corollary: it’s bad that they’re apart.

“I just wanted to get to know you better, you don’t have to defend her from me-”

“Of course I do! God, why doesn’t anybody get that?” As Rembrandt raises her voice, there’s a growing edge of desperation to it. “I chose her. What do you think that means?”

“I don’t-”

“Everyone always thinks if they want to know about Ajax they should come ask me. Like I’m not-” Rembrandt cuts herself off in frustration. “I’m not gonna sit here and gossip with you like I’m not on her side. I’m always on her side. I don’t know why everyone acts like that’s surprising.”

“I’m sorry. I know how much she means to you.”

Rembrandt laughs humorlessly. “You have no idea. You’ve been with Swan what, a month? I’ve been with Ajax for seven years.” Rembrandt’s voice breaks. She has to take a breath before she can keep talking. “Do you remember what you were doing seven years ago? Where you were? Who you were with? I do. I was with Ajax. And I’m still-”

Her voice fails her. Mercy doesn’t know what to say.

“It’s not fair,” Rembrandt says, much quieter. “Nobody gets it.”

Mercy tries to remember junior high, imagine her homeroom crush still standing next to her after all these years. Tries to imagine her and Swan, close to thirty. Rembrandt is right. She can’t do it.

They’re quiet for a long time. After a few minutes, Rembrandt sighs.

“We’re not different, you know,” she mutters. “Everyone is always sayin’ that, but it’s not true.”

Mercy raises her eyebrows wordlessly.

Rembrandt scoffs. “Everybody thinks we’re polar opposites just ‘cause I get scared and she gets angry. But it’s not true. They just don’t… I don’t think they really see her.”

Mercy knows what that’s like. She lives with that every day, walking down the street with Swan, knowing that whatever the passersby are seeing, it pales in comparison to the real thing. She can’t imagine it coming from her own crew.

“Of course we act different,” Rembrandt says darkly, “Everyone fuckin’ treats us different all the time. Even when we’re the same. If I don’t wanna look people in the eye I’m just shy, but Ajax is disrespectful. If I can’t sit still I’m nervous, but she’s not paying attention. Everyone treats her like she’s doing something wrong just for existing. It’s not fair.”

“I’m sorry,” Mercy says, and she really means it, but Rembrandt isn’t having it.

“How can you be sorry? You don’t know her. You got to see her for a few hours when she was scared out of her mind. You don’t know me. You just won’t stop fucking following me because you can’t take a hint.”

“I’m-”

“What the fuck do you want from me?” Rembrandt asks. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“Because my girlfriend’s in love with you!” It’s not what Mercy means to say. But it’s the truth. She’s not blind. She’d seen it That Night too, for just a second, the hurt that flashed over Swan’s face when she looked at Ajax and Rembrandt, curled into each other’s space on the subway. She’d thought maybe she was imagining it. But whenever Mercy looks at Swan, Swan is looking at Rembrandt. Talking about her jacket and her smoking habits and her houseplants in the middle of the night. Rembrandt has to know. She’s not stupid. Mercy likes Swan, but Rembrandt is going to be alone for a long time. She knows how her odds stack up if Rembrandt gets tired of waiting.

But Rembrandt is just looking at her, a little bit confused. She makes a little “hah” sound of disbelief, and it bubbles up and over over until she’s got her head thrown back, laughing. It’s not mean. She sounds genuinely amused. And, the thing is, it’s not like Mercy can’t see it. Especially right now, with the halo of gold in her hair from the streetlights. Rembrandt has always been beautiful in a kind of gloomy, morose way, but for a second Mercy can see what she must have been like, Before. So, like. She gets it.

Rembrandt leans back heavily against the railing, subsiding into giggles. “Oh my god,” she says, half to herself, “Oh my god, no wonder you’re obsessed with me.”

“I’m not-”

“It’s Ajax,” Rembrandt interrupts her, still smiling. Has Mercy ever seen her smile? She doesn’t think so. “Swan is in love with Ajax.”

Mercy’s look of disbelief sets Rembrandt off giggling again. “Of course you don’t know. Who would have told you? Hi, new girl. Have we mentioned your girlfriend is in love with somebody else? No, no, don’t worry about it. It’s old news.”

“How are you so… casual? About this?” Mercy knows she doesn’t have much of a right to get jealous after only a few weeks, but she can’t imagine ever laughing about something like this.

Rembrandt gets a little bit more serious looking at Mercy’s face. “Seven years, remember?” she says, a little softer, “I’ve always known. At the beginning, maybe, I thought she’d get over it, but-” She shrugs. “Swan isn’t built like that. She just grew around it.”

“Doesn’t that… worry you?”

Rembrandt looks at her in equal bemusement. “Worry about what?”

“Ajax changing her mind.”

Rembrandt blinks. “Ajax doesn’t do that. Besides, she and Swan- they were never gonna work out. Even before I met them. Ajax can’t love anyone who won’t run. Swan’s not a runner.”

And Mercy remembers, suddenly, that moment in the park when everything went wrong. Swan, rooted to the ground, not even looking at where Rembrandt and the others were fleeing. The way Mercy had needed to drag her away.

“Ajax needs someone who would leave her behind,” Rembrandt says simply. “And I would, and I did. No point getting poetic about it.”

“You had no choice,” Mercy says.

“Sure I did,” Rembrandt says, “I made the choice Ajax needed me to be able to make.”

“That’s morbid.”

“It’s just the truth.” She pauses, looking at Mercy like maybe she’s seeing her for the first time. “You’re not a runner, either. I can see why Swan likes you. You’re a lot like her.”

“Really?”

Rembrandt rolls her eyes. “Don’t sound so excited.”

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While I'm working on major, epic, totally-worth-the-wait, incredible stuff, here's a small (very rushed) doodle of the latter Katherine's!

You can vaguely see the paper sketch and words... Oops. Uh, anyway. This is part of an AU (don't expect anything grand, please) I'm making for these goobers. I still love them, with all my heart.

In case it's hard to tell, it's Katheryn (Howard) looking up at Catherine (Parr) and yapping whilst Parr nods along, very intrigued.

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highkey need her..,.,,,

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Oops...?

The less bloodier version is below the cut if blood upsets you. 😅

But, anyway, it's Mercy and Fox (from left to right). I'm going to point out some of the small details because I spent two hours on this, I'm going to talk about it.

Fox doesn't have a visible sketch (the general shapes are still there, of course) because she's not actually there.

"You brought them home." Is a reference to Reunion Square, where Fox says: "Get them home alive" towards Mercy. Pretty blatant, but, yeah.

Uh, diving into captain obvious stuff, but the text matches their colors. Yeah, I don't know why I made it a list. It really didn't need to be...

Context(?): Mercy is sitting in front of a door (hence the light), hiding from the Warriors after going out (unassisted) and paying the consequence for it. She's not badly beat, just suffering from beat-up knuckles and a bloody nose. Swan told her not to go out - she didn't have directions of the place and was clearly not in the right head space if anything happened - Mercy, clearly, did not follow that warning and is trying to avoid Cochise (the best with an aid kit) to avoid a lecture. Here, she sits, alone and drained from a long day. Fox sits with her, fully understanding she can not comfort their new member, yet that won't stop her from trying. (I originally drew Cyrus with Fox too, trying to make sense of the scene. Fox simply said, 'Family doesn't leave family.' and Cyrus was left to think about it.)

However, you can make your own story. Creativity and stuff!! 🗣

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Warriors doodles! 🔥

They all have like, different contexts - either something I've written or someone else has brilliantly stated.

Not new style, just another one of like... the ten I have. We cope, right Rembrandt? "who the fuck are you?"

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ajax and mercy singing together during sick of runnin’ is something so special to me

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Today was such a good day, too...

you know something? Fox died hungry

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I have a new obsession...

Uh, in case y'all ain't interested in my new obsession (lol). I'm alive! I forgot again to exist, but I will try to post more regularly now that my life might be a bit more balanced. 🫡

There is an art piece below that is Six related! (Long-ish post ahead.)

WARRIORS. GODDAMN. I watched the movie purposefully, just to absorb some knowledge before listening to the album. The album is a complete and compelling hit without the context of the movie.

Swercy is so tragically iconic. I agree that Mercy in the (concept) album comes off a bit direct, always inserting herself into the situation. But I think the musical is a lot of "supporting women's wrongdoings." Okay, I'm joking. But, for the record, it is how it went in the movie. Mercy (in the movie) sees this group and wants to follow them, and she does. They... almost taunt her (?), and Swan takes her in (as a generous way to put it).

Definitely not controversial opinions aside, I love Cleon. I love drawing her, and I love every song she sings in. Still Breathin' is one of my favorite songs, she liderally fits the leadership role so much.

I love how Cochise is kind of vague. You can interpret her character as you wish, and it is sort of refreshing. That way, you get to redirect how she impacts the rest of her sisters and how she takes certain events and deals with them.

Cowgirl... they could never make me hate you. You have been severely traumatized by that "hot dude", it's okay. Nah, Cowgirl is very relatable in the sense that she almost goes with the flow and is a loyal but fun woman (that's how I saw her, but please, add your opinion)!

Holy shit, Swan would be such an unreliable narrator. She is so insecure but immediately snaps into any role she needs to be. Leader? Head to the graveyard, I'll get a plan cookin'. Girlfriend needs a compliment? You're more than beautiful! More than what they made you out to be, and whatever lies ahead doesn't define you! Sister? When we get somewhere safe, that's when I can finally let myself process everything and lower my guard just enough to see how scared you all are. But she is also so scared of not doing enough. She "knows" Mercy's first instinct is to leave, to find something new, something better. She most certainly double-thinks every single thing she does during the events of the album. Her heart is heavy with pain, but she's got a silly family and a sillier girlfriend.

Rembrandt and Fox's friendship and little moments mean way too much to me. The fact that they both share the "when you woke up today you didn't think you could die, neither did i" line in Derailed hurts. It hurts because only one of them makes it out, and neither of them thought the other would be lost in this uncomfortable night. Rembrandt is so hesitant and on-guard during the Bizzies' group song. Fox realizes a little later that, yeah, it's a trap. Poor Cowgirl and Cochise...

Ajax is so amazing. Like, you ball of anger and aggression, I love you so much. When she and Mercy start singing Mercy's "solo" in Sick of Runnin' my heart like... shattered or something. I could be completely wrong, but if Ajax and Mercy had met in any other circumstance, Ajax probably would've found her hilarious. Ajax is relatably impatient. Every time Swan does something, she has to ask, and when she doesn't get an immediate answer, she pushes more. She's great.

I drew a comic for the finale, but I really don't like the way it turned out (I used a different drawing app), so I might post my redraw of it? I don't know how long that'll take either. Uh, I might have some art lingering, just so y'all aren't drained of any snow-art.

Not yet, Cathy. Anyway, this strange arrangement is merely due to the fact they are both called "The Survivor," and this was the first thing I thought of.

I imagined Cathy explaining her story and Ajax going through all the emotions, all of them.

Thank you for reading, if you got this far.

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𝟘𝟙.𝟘𝟟.𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟝 ℭ𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔞 𝔡𝔢 𝔄𝔯𝔞𝔤ó𝔫

𝕻𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝕽𝖊𝖉

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This was supposed to be posted on Tuesday but I didn't finish until last night）

So this year I'm starting a new project which for each queen's death-day I will draw one picture combining SIX the Musical designs & HC’s with historical portraits（for the historical components I will be tagging Tudor history so my apologies to those who do not wish to see SIX the Musical related contents）

Background references movie The Color of Pomegranates

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Woah... 🔥

This ain’t regretevator related BUT SIX RELATED!1!1![yayy]

I did Anne cos she’s the most popular

I will draw more of six if it gets enough attention 4 to give me motivation

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I'm not sure if I posted this already, but have a drawing I made two years ago.

It's so ridiculous and still the greatest thing in my gallery.

Also, Happy New Year (I'm late, but let's not quarrel)!

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Uhhhahah, projecting, yay. I like, felt so numb earlier. I was at a friend's house, just petting his cat, and it was the most relaxing kind of numb.

Now, I drew this with my head clouded whilst it felt as light as a balloon. This is not the yummy numb feeling. Not the yummy numby way. How did I think that completely seriously? "Yummy Numby Way."

"Why are they in the rain?" I'm so glad you didn't ask. Uh, because when I'm in pain, I sit/stand wherever. Imagine she (Catalina) was coming home with groceries and then - boom! - misery. Maria I-risked-my-life-and-position-to-see-you-one-last-time de Salinas grabs the closest jacket and an umbrella from the supply closet and sits outside with her.

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Merry Christmas everyone! Have some queens celebrating with gingerbread houses 🫚🏠

I think at least some of them would get really competitive about it

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Late night drawing. Yes, I do watch object shows. Sighh, I draw like... so many things. Anyway, I swear Six (the Musical) drawings will be back soon! I'm on a Hunger Games (and Wicked 👀) high, but I'm coming back, I swear!! 😭

Enjoy my crappy lighting drawing, lol. I don't hate it. It's just really late for me to do lighting consistently. Oh, and the perspective. I ain't a professional. 🤷‍♀️

Life is short, to hell with standards and conformity! It's easier said than done, sure. But you always have to start somewhere!

Merry Christmas (Happy Hanukkah for myself and other folks, too), Happy Holidays, and a better new year!

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Headcanons, my beloved (hyped for the drawing)! <3

I’m frantically trying to finish a drawing for Christmas so in the meantime

Christmas stocking hc’s for the queens!

Aragon:

Boleyn:

Seymour:

Cleves:

Howard:

Parr:

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Please do not panic after someone has had a seizure (I know this was already mentioned, I wish to branch on it)! It doesn't do any good. Make sure they have someone to go home with, and look out for signs of a seizure that could follow after.

I would list off from my experience, but I'll be honest: my brain has blocked those out. However, my family members have had some of them recently. One time, my mother panicked, and my sister started panicking too (she's the one who had the seizure). It's not a pretty domino effect.

Also (on a related side tagent), stress seizures are a thing. They can look like absent seizures at times. These ones are also very tiring, and multiple of them can just come one right after the other. Breaks are important. Take a break to eat or drink something.

More importantly, BE EDUCATED. My sister's school kicked her out because they didn't know how to deal with seizures. She had multiple stress seizures a day (which is why I mentioned they look like absent seizures), and they always sent her home afterward - or during them. She wasn't even aware of it 50% of the time.

Knowledge is the key to less panicked people!

Just in case