#✗ edward teach (mountain of a man)

[mmmerlenoir]

I wasn't tagged, but I wanna do this. 🙃😊

"Make a poll with five of your all time favorite characters and then tag five people to do the same."

5 is not enough 🙈 but here we go. I'm tagging @taeneth @janora00 @soupbtch.. and everyone who wants to do this ♡

[neverhangd]

character tag dump.

[kawaiibarty]

TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR OBSESSION WITH XENO/GIVE ME HEADCANONS. I BEG.

XENOPHILIUS LOVEGOOD UABDJSNS

absolutely cannot be arsed with gender. if you asked him what he was he'd probably laugh at you and say that he's an elf.

the most gorgeous silvery, curly, cascading locks that literally glimmer. like edward cullen type shit

he's creepily tall and albino with the biggest, brightest blue eyes with this sort of red hue ARGH

i like to hc him as visually impaired because of albinism 😔

his voice is really deep and it surprises people whenever he talks because woah you don't sound like a forest fairy because you look like one mf

pearls, silver rings, gemstones, sea shells, doilies, tomes of the most arcane shit, paintings everywhere

oH i like to see him as a painter because i remember that the ceiling of lunas room was covered in paintings of her friends and i love love the idea of xeno being the one to teach her that skill.

his favourite things to paint were ocean landscapes and the mountain skyline.

his best subjects were astronomy and arithmancy

SKETCHBOOKS UGHHHHHH this man was obsessed with art !!!! but decided to pursue a career as a journalist because he loved writing stories about different kinds of magical creatures and he NEEDED everyone to know about them all

his favourite magical creatures were unicorns, thestrals and sirens

an only child and halfblood wizard

makes his own jewellery (that's how he and pandora bonded and then they discovered that they both loved all things whimsical and cryptic BOOM THE CUTEST FUCKING COUPLE EVER LIKE OMF XENODORA WILL ALWAYS BE ENDGAME TO ME)

norwegian/british

ALWAYS BRAIDED HIS HAIR IN THAT NORSE VIKING WAY

he's so beautiful omg

wait im rambling now im sorry

[stillxnunpxidintern]

A little medieval au thought I had a while ago and wrote this.

Roger and Rouge are King & Queen of a little Kingdom with both Shanks and Buggy as their adopted son while Ace is the heir to the Kingdom as neither Shanks or Buggy wished to be next King.

However when Ace was but a babe he was kidnapped from his cot in the middle of the night to be held for ransom but while escaping across the boarders into the another Kingdom, the kidnapper was attacked and during that Ace was lost in the forest, crying loudly.

He was eventually found by a young Makino, who took him with herself up the mountain to where Dadan lived. She agreed to look after Ace till his parents could be found, not knowing he was a prince and had been kidnapped.

When no one came forward to get him, Dadan raised him and upon seeing his spade like birthmark and thought about playing cards, coincidentally named him Ace.

Once Ace was old enough to travel to village where Makino lived, Dadan would send him down to run errands & help out a well teaching him how hunting.

All that time, Roger and Rouge never gave up on their child returning to them and still sent men out when they heard of rumours, however they need an heir so they named Shanks as their heir, who took this new responsible on his shoulders but really hoped that his youngest brother would return, he really didn't want to heir.

During his time living in the mountains he met a blonde boy name Sabo, who ran away from home and that how Ace gained a brother and when both boys were 8, Luffy had been dropped of by his grandfather who was an old friend of Dadan, as both his father and grandfather were worried that he would targeted for their positions/roles.

It didn't take long for the boys to become thick as thieves and then proclaimed that they were sworn brother having stolen some alcohol from Dadan.

Over the next 10 years, the brother honed their fighting and sneaking skills, as they would sometimes head to the next town over and fight thugs/anyone causing problems.

Both Ace and Sabo left when they were 18, Ace having heard stories from the villagers he decided that he wanted to join Edward "Whitebeard" Newgate army, a Duke and General of a neighbouring kingdom. While Sabo went and joined Dragon guild/organization after hearing & reading about what he does.

Having heard the stories of Whitebeard, Ace wanted to see if the man really lived up to his name, so as soon as he could Ace began demanding to face Whitebeard to see if the old man actually lived up to his reputation.

It took a few days of Ace demanding to fight with Whitebeard before he showed up and accepted Ace challenge. It went on for a fair few hours before Whitebeard had Ace on the ground, his naginate pointed at his throat.

Ace yielded with no other option and then told the Duke that he lived up to his reputation. After that every time Whitebeard came by Ace would try to attack him but was always ended up with naginate at his throat.

Soon Ace quickly rose through the ranks till he was offer the position of commander of Whitebeard 2nd division. It took him a while to accept the position as he felt he was still too new and someone who had been there longer would be suited better.

The people who were in the 2nd division told him to accept it as he has shown how hard of a worker he was and proven himself that the position of commander of 2nd was prefect for him. Hearing them all say they were happy to have him as Commander, Ace accepted the position.

For the next two year Ace proved himself over and over again to be the right choice for Commander of the 2nd division. Whitebeard told Ace that he was proud of him and asked the young commander to accompany him with a few of the other commanders to an event being held by old friends in another Kingdom.

The others commanders liked and enjoyed having him as a commander, though some of them would stare at Ace as if they trying to place him somewhere as there was just something about that him felt familiar but they could never figure out why.

While at the event Ace had expected to be introduced to new people by Whitebeard and make connections, what he hadn't been expecting is to be tackle the ground by Queen Rouge while walking through the palace gardens, the day after the event.

Ace was very confused and tried to calm the Queen down but it didn't work so he was had to wait till Whitebeard came who was happening to be talking to the king. Roger was able to coax his wife off of Ace but she refused to let Ace leave her sight.

Both King and Duke were at a lose for words, as they had never seen Rouge like that before and when Roger asked her about, she was blunt and pointed at Ace, saying she waited 20 years and she wasn't going to let him leave again.

Hearing that Roger knew what she meant and looked at her before asking if she was sure to which Rouge told him she knew that face as she stared at it every day, this only difference was it was black not blonde hair staring back this time.

Roger looked over at the young man and realised what his wife meant, and wanted nothing more to embrace the young but seeing the confusion over his face made the King stop himself. He looked at Whitebeard and asked if the two of them would come to his personal study in an hour to talk. Rouge tried to object to this but Roger was able to sooth his wife and said it was okay he would be back soon enough.

Whitebeard gave a nod and guided Ace away from the the couple back inside. Once it was just Roger and Rouge in the garden he wrapped his arms around his wife and held her close, as they came to realise that after 20 years they were close to having their son back.

In that hour Whitebeard explained to Ace the event that Rouge had been talking about and that had left Ace at a lose as to what to say, he had heard something about it when he was child but never paid any attention to it cause it didn't interest him.

When the four of them were in the Rogers personal study, Ace felt uncomfortable as both Roger and Rouge stared at him, but Whitebeard was standing behind him, with hand on his shoulder to reassure him.

Whitebeard is the one that broke the silence in the room, asking if there was anyway to confirm if Ace was indeed their son. Rouge then spoke of a birthmark that was in the shape of spade, that you would find on playing cards, on the left hip.

Upon hearing about the birthmark Ace froze, no one but Dadan, Luffy and Sabo knew about his birthmark, so to hear the Queen described shook him and couldn't get his mind around what this could potentially mean.

It became quiet again or least to Ace it was as his thoughts were so loud in his head it was stopping any other words from reaching him. He was brought out of his thoughts when Whitebeard gripped Ace shoulder very firmly and called his in a tone that made the young man react instantly.

He tried to stand but the hand on his shoulder stopped him so Ace looked up at him as Whitebeard asked him if was back with them again, and got a nod that he was. Ace was then asked if he had a birthmark that they described and he hesitated for a moment before looking at both King and Queen, giving a them a nod.

Both Roger and Rogue looked at him with hope shining in their eyes, as they asked if was possible to see it for themselves. Ace obliged and pulled the side of his trousers down where his birthmark was showed them it.

Upon seeing the birthmark, Rouge was up and in front of Ace, this was her son, stolen from her and lost for 20 years. She took his face in hand and smiled at him, welcoming him home at long last. Roger quickly joined and wrapped his arms around both wife & son, and hugged them both tightly.

The door of the study was quickly pushed open making a bang as two people entered, Shanks and Buggy the adopted sons of the Royal Couple, who looked out of breath as they looked at scene in front of them, with wide eyes as they're told Ace had returned to them.

Whitebeard smiled and made his excuse to leave, leaving the newly reunited family to themselves knowing there was going to be a lot for them to catch up on. The Duke chuckle to himself at the thought of telling his commanders why Ace looked so familiar.

Over the next few weeks Ace could seen with one of his family as they learnt about each other and how he grew up as well as his other brothers and adopted mother.

With how Ace spoke about his other family and smiling widely when he did Rouge had mentioned that she would like them. While missing out on most of his life, she was glad he had got to having a loving family and like to thank them for loving her son.

Over the weeks that Ace stayed in his home kingdom, it was discussed on what would happen with him now. Ace didn't want to leave being a commander for Whitebeard just yet so they came to the agreement that once Ace turns 25 then he returned to take up his royal duties and be crowned heir.

So while he got to stay with Whitebeard till he was 25, he was write often and come home when he could.

With everything settled for now, Rouge turned to the thought of potential partners for Ace. Hearing that both Shank and Buggy gave him a look that basically said 'good luck with that/You poor thing' but thankfully Roger was able to persuade her to hold off on that for now, which Ace was grateful for.

When Ace did finally bring Dadan, Luffy and Sabo to meet his newly found family and upon first meeting Rouge decided that they were also family now and enjoyed talking to Dadan about Ace and what he like growing up.

Seeing how Ace was with Luffy and Sabo made her heart feel so much lighter, at seeing how carefree was he was and just how much each of them loved each other.

While Rouge and Roger mourned missing out on watching their son grow in to the young man he was now, they were happy with how it had turned out as they got him back as well his brothers and adopted mother which brought them both more joy.

[reddeaddamnation]

What kind of girl would the assassin’s like in terms of appearance/looks & personality? I would like Arno, Ezio, Connor, Altair, Edward, Jacob etc.

Arno would like a gentle, feminine soul who's love language is touching and kissing. An educated girl who loves adventure so they can experience new things and travel around together, meaning she has to be open minded too. Love for the arts is also a big turn on for him, as he runs a cafe for that sort of thing. In terms of looks, he isn't picky. Would just like someone who is preferrably shorter than him and have wavy/curly hair.

Ezio on the other hand wants a challenge. Someone who would play hard to get so he will impress her. He also likes a bit of a rebellious soul who is ready to bend the rules of society so they can have fun together. And someone who is ok with corny jokes and laughs at them because he has a whole lot of them. He loves a curvy girl with lots of assets in typical rennaissance fashion.

Connor loves a free spirit who enjoys nature because really, he wouldn't be ok with a city dweller. He thrives when he is surrounded by the beauty of nature so his girl should enjoy walks in the forest or a hike in the mountains to enjoy a pretty view. He would also like someone who when talking says meaningful things instead of small talk or superficial stuff. He is not the kind to have preferred looks. He falls for the soul.

Altair wants someone who supports him and makes him want to do better. In a world where he is only critizised, a supportive partner who actually explains his mistakes without banishing him is a breath of fresh air. He would like someone who is like him - doesn't talk much, isn't needlessly a clown and is more on the laid back side but not reckless. One of them is enough. In terms of looks, he doesn't really care because his culture isn't one to teach you to go for looks first. But he does like deep set eyes with a unique color.

Edward would be thrilled by a flamboyant beauty who can fight and drink like a man. There's just more opportunities to have fun than him changing himself and his routines to fit the standard of a more laid back woman. He can't sit in one place for long so taking a sailor girl who can handle herself on his voyages is easier than having to wait excrutiating months of uncertainty and worrying about her wellbeing before seeing her again by his logic. And if it is meant, they can settle down together when they want. He likes a well toned body with curves and...big valuable assets...

Jacob isn't really picky to be honest. If a girl is like his sister, then of course he would like her. He loves his sister and if someone like her comes along, then why not? She is a great person in his eyes even if her constant criticism is annoying to him and if his girl is like her then they will be great friends so that's a double win. But he definitely would like a girl with whom he can cause trouble with all the time.

[mission2mordor]

Where the Wild Mustangs Roam

Western AU

Outlaw!Eddie Munson x Haunted Barkeep!Steve Harrington

Word count: 11.7K

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Summary:

Eddie Munson, Outlaw, rides into Hawkins one day on a mission, with a plan in mind. . .

. . . Everything goes out the window when he stumbles into a mystery he struggles to solve.

Read the teaser below!

Everyone this side of the west has heard about the wild mustangs that roam the fields and run free where the mountains meet the moon in the early hours of the night, but not many have ever caught wind of one, let alone tame one.

Those who have are often loners. Tumbleweeds with no path or seed to weigh them down. Empty as a husk but filled with just as much emotion as their wounds are with dirt.

Eddie’s always believed the west was meant to be his home. Some people grow up and move off to bigger towns up north or out east. Not him. Not ever. That doesn’t mean he lived by the book and the word, though. He follows his own rules. The only person he ever had any inkling of obeying was lost a few years back. He lives for him now, the legend that Wayne Munson was (and still is) to him.

See, the lifestyle Eddie lives isn’t exactly one that can be learned without a little…extended guidance, so to speak. Thank you, Uncle Wayne, for all that he knows. Truly. No seriously, Eddie is incredibly grateful to Wayne for teaching him how to live without fear, and how to be sneaky. For making him learn to be tougher than the railroad nails and quicker than the wind itself. For teaching him how to get by. For loving him. He’ll cry if he dwells on it any longer.

Eddie sits atop a log at his campsite, watching the fire blow and fiddling with his harmonica as he listens to the coyotes cry to the moon and yip at all the creatures who have yet to turn in for the night. Watches as the orange flames lick at the top of his roasting spit (read: stick wrapped in wet cloth) as the night drags. Listens to the foxes laugh and the vultures circle in the distance. There’s a buffalo herd not seven hundred and some feet from him. He thinks about them, how they travel with everything they’ll ever need and yet they carry nothing but the shaggy mess of hair on their backs. To the right of the fire, a pot of canned food sits, cooling quicker by the second, even in the muggy desert night air. The tent behind him has long since been abandoned for the night, and he debated taking it down before morning and riding out. Leaves it because he knows he’ll crash at some point. There’s a bottle of jack at his feet, a canteen to his left, and a loaded Apache revolver on his hip. His horse grazes at the stray grass next to him, silently leaving Eddie to his own devices.

The midnight hours are approaching, blanketing the red dirt with a sinfully empty dark blue aside from the stars, and the mountains in the distance meet the horizon in a kiss of melded oranges and blacks, just from what Eddie can see with his piss-poor little fire. His hat hangs over his eyes, legs crossed in front of the fire, boots barely avoiding the lick of the bright orange flames. His flannel unbuttoned and buckle undone to wind down for the night. A desert coyote cries as Eddie looks up at the stars, and he swigs some of his jack, chasing it with water and standing to retreat to his tent.

To their knowledge, Edward and Wayne Munson are the only men this side of the west to ever successfully catch and tame two Mustang stallions.

To his knowledge, Edward Munson is the only person who knows where Wayne hid the missing money from some sundowner out a ways on the tracks.

And to his knowledge, he’s the last man standing in a long line of untouchable legends among the west.

[murderbirds]

To claim my rightful place pt1

A pale boy with brown hair and broken glasses made his way inside the house. He opened the door slowly and as silently as he could. Unfortunately, the actual stepping in ended up being the problem as his limping leg made a lot more noise than he would have liked.

"EDWARD!"

The boy froze at the sound of his father's voice. "Y-yeah?"

For once the man decided to check on his son, bottle still in hand. The kid tried to hide his notebook behind his back.

The adult looked him up and down, scowling. "You got your ass kicked again, didn't you?"

"N-no, I just- I fell-"

He grabbed the child by the hair and forced him to look up, fully revealing his black hair. "You know what I think about liars, boy." Ed swallowed and nodded, "was it about your stupid drawings again?"

He wanted to defend himself, to argue that they weren't stupid. He looked at the man's tightened fist around the bottle. The boy was smart enough to know that wouldn't end well though. If his father caught him lying again, he would do a lot worse than the bigger boys of the village. "Y-yes."

"Of course it was, you stupid little- just hand it over." Edward felt his blood run cold and his hesitancy was undoubtedly perceived. "NOW!"

Edward offered his notebook with shaking hands and the adult snatched it, flicking through the pages, "I honestly don't know what is worse, the fact that you still hold on to these fantasies of becoming a pokemon trainer despite being almost thirteen years old or the fact that you are so stupid you want the evil ogre to be your partner."

"It is not evil!" Edward was as surprised as his father by his own shouting. He didn't stop there, "the story is wrong! The old couple up the hill told me! Ogerpon was only trying to rescue its master from the loyal three! They were the ones who attacked- ah!" His father slammed the bottle against his cheek, causing the boy to fall to his knees, dazed.

"Stupid, stupid kid. This is exactly why your mother left us, because she couldn't endure such a failure of a son." He raised the notebook and let the bottle fall to grab his lighter from his pocket. "Maybe this will finally teach you to live in reality." He began burning the notebook.

"N-no." Ed's voice came weak as he still tried to focus. It was the smell of smoke and the bright flames dancing over his dreams that had him focus. "NO!" A spurt of adrenaline caused Ed to get up and grab the still burning notebook before running out of the house. He went as fast as his damaged legs would carry him, tears still in his eyes. He went past the village, past the river and deeper and deeper into the mountain. He was so focused on running away, he didn't notice the pages falling nor the new footsteps that began following him from the bushes. The preteen only stopped when he was forced to stop by a loose root, causing him to fall while cradling his now charred book.

He laid there, head on his arm for a moment as he cried. It wasn't fair. It was not fair! Every other kid in the village had a pokemon, even if it was a starly, all but him because his father couldn't be bothered wasting money and resources to take care of another creature. He barely did it to his own son. So Ed was forced to live in a world of fantasy, where he could actually be the pokemon master he dreamed of with the only pokemon he truly related to, the one deemed a monster by everyone else, shunned and despised despite doing nothing wrong. The boy really saw himself in Ogerpon's tale, even if no one believed it but him.

He was pulled from his thoughts and tears by the sound of rustling from the bushes. Only then did he realize the mess he had made, from the notes spread all over the grass to the pokeballs he kept with him, not to actually catch anything, but so he could pretend. He had a collection of them, one of which except a masterball and gs ball. The boy backed away towards a tree as his attacker revealed itself.

And then it did.

Jumping from the trees was a creature about the size of a child wearing what appeared to be a green cloak.

"Oger!" The pokemon hopped in place, holding one of drawings of a creature that looked a lot like it and Ed.

"It's- It's you," he whispered.

Ogerpon ran towards him and Ed yelped, cowering against the tree in fear. She blinked a few times before offering the charred piece of paper.

"Ogerpon!"

Ed looked at it, "t-that's my drawing."

"Ogerpon! Ogerpon!" She pointed at Ed's drawing next to her. He wore a jacket covered in question marks.

"Y-yeah, that's- that's me. I'm next to you cuz- cuz we travel together and-and help people as true heroes and pokemon masters!"

The pokemon hopped around in place excitedly before showing another drawing.

"H-here we are defeating an evil team. They are, like, groups of evil people that terrorize a region and champions and pokemon masters defeat them. A-and this," he opened his notebook to show her, "this is our rival. He is the son of the evil team leader, but he isn't actually evil! He is just- just flawed! And he wants to make the region a better place, and we eventually start traveling the region together and we end up falling in love and- and-" Ed spent the next hours telling Ogerpon of their journeys together and everything they would do. Suddenly, his leg didn't hurt as much and the blood in his forehead felt like it didn't exist at all. Hours went by of the boy rambling about his fantasies and the pokemon listening and paying attention.

Time passed and soon, night started to fall. Edward noticed how hard it was getting to actually see, and only then realized that it was evening. "Oh crap! Dad is going to kill me! I-I'm sorry but I gotta go!" He began collecting the different pages and pokeball until only his friendball remained on the grass.

Ogerpon was actually the one to pick the green sphere.

"Can you hand that over?" Ed asked.

The pokemon looked between the boy and the pokeball and then back to the ball before pressing it to her head.

"Ogerpon!" Ed shouted as a blue light covered the creature before the ball fell to the ground with no sign of the pokemon. It shook once before stars appeared around it, indicating the target had been caught.

The pre-teen's jaw had dropped by then as he picked the pokeball to look at it. He didn't have the time to process what had happened, however. It was getting late and he didn't want his home life to get any worse.

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[jrwi-art-archive]

Directionary:

(dividers by @cafekitsune )

Tws will be tagged as #tw trigger or #trigger

Campaigns:

The fated: #campaign: fated

Convergence: #campaign: convergence

Riptide and Black Rose Oneshot: #campaign: riptide

Prime Defenders and Age of Heroes Oneshot: #campaign: pd

Apotheosis: #campaign: apotheosis

Blood in the Bayou: #campaign: bitb

The Suckening: #campaign: suckening

Mythborne: #campaign: mythborne

Paradise Chronicles: #oneshot: paradise chronicles

Monster Control Service: #oneshot: monster control service

The final Episode: #oneshot: the final episode

Twitch Chat Oneshot: #oneshot: twitch chat

Player Characters:

The Fated:

#Br’aad Vengolor

#Sylnan Vengolor

#Velrisa

#Taxi

#Mountain

Convergence:

#Alastyr Cross

#Flynn Gustwind

#Kasper

#Kroe Wyse

Riptide:

#Gillion Tidestrider

#Jay Ferin

#Chip

#Goobleck

#Doppelgillion (all Doppelgillion posts will be tagged as Gillion as well)

Black Rose:

#Drey Ferin

#Finn Tidestrider

#Arlin James

Prime Defenders:

#Dakota Cole

#William Wisp

#Vyncent Sol

Age of Heroes:

#Ms. G

#Harlem Shade

#Jason King

Apotheosis:

#Peter Sqloint

Rumi/any of their other forms: #Rumi

#Thanatos

Blood in the Bayou:

#Rolan Deep

#Timothy Rand

#Kian Stone

The Suckening:

#Emizel Tucker

#Shilo Bathory

#Arthur Bennett

Wonderlust:

#Blink

#Troy Lougferd

#Runt

Total Monster Kill:

#lucia

Mythborne:

#Aster Aeliana

#Ryan Selucreh

#Connor Connors

Guest Characters:

Riptide:

#Duke D. Dukem

#Clorten

#La Alma

PD:

#Ashe Winters

The Fated:

Redd Boye

NPCs

The Fated:

#Miriam Vengolor

#Alwyn Vengolor

Riptide:

#Lizzie Lafayette

#Caspian

#Ollie Teach

#Felipe

#Alphonze

#Niklaus Hendrix

#Pretzel the Frogtopus

#Jayson Ferin

#Ava Ferin

#May Ferin

#Edyn Tidestrider

#Lunadeiys

#Aster (goddess)

#Anastasia

#Rudith

#Aslana

#Old man earl

#Zamia

#Marshall John

#Kira

#Captain Widow

#Reuben Price

#Starling

#Jasmine Drake

#Lucy the goat

#Captain Rose

Prime Defenders:

#Le Frog

#Trickster

#Mark Winters

#Mynerva

#Lightspeed

#Summer Dileo

#Doug

#Tide Lambert

#Mark Winters

#Cantrip

#Xavier

#Alan

#Alastyr Cross

#Anna Sol

#Mr. Wisp

#Janet Wisp

#Alaska Damascus

#Wordsmith

#Bookworm

#Grandma Cole

#Mato Cole

#Alexander Hamilton

#Rosemary

#Finger

#Handjob

#Flow

#Peelbert

#Unnamed Hero

#Diana Shane

#Dave

#David Bell

#Mallard Conway

#Clarence Albert

#ram

#Bobo

Apotheosis:

#Lizard the lizard

#Yuri Dawnguard

Bitb:

#Becky Jones

#Rachel Rand

#Officer Dudes

#Rat Sanders

#Sarah Thompson

#Jesse

#Barcode the dog

The Suckening:

#Theo Collins //(soda)

#Void the cat

#Pepper the cat

#Pickles the pheasant

#Grefgore

#Uncle Lazarus

#Deacan Keller

#Queen Bathory (stand-in tag)

#Edward Twilight

#Viv Weylin

#Vex Weylin

#Mary Davis

Wonderlust:

#uncle threestrings

#aeon

Ships

(all ship-art will be tagged with #jrwi shipping!)

(i will tag ships if op also tagged a ship)

Riptide:

Gillion x Chip: #Fish and Chips

Gillion x Jay: #Navyseal

Jay x Chip: #Mockingjay

Caspian x Gillion: #Swordfish

Ava x Lizzie: #Waning Crescent

Jay x Lizzie: #Pistolwhip

Jay x Anastasia: #Bloodshot

Jay x Edyn: #Sheshells

Jay x Chip x Gillion: #Poly Pirates

Chip x Niklaus: #Fools Gold

Chip x Queen: #Chiptune

Niklaus x Caspian: #Wishingpool

Chip x Jazz: #Scarlet Captains

Caspian x Lizzie: #Rosewater

Goobleck x Felipe: #Gummyfrog

PD:

Dakota x William: #Ghostkicks

Apotheosis:

Rumi x Peter: #Angelstone

Bitb:

Rand x Rolan: #Keeperschampion

Rand x Rolan x Kian: #Nbr

Becky x Kian: #heartstrings

The Suckening:

Emizel x Soda: #fizzfangs

Shilo x Grefgore: #armored pheasant

Crossover:

William x Chip: #Flying Dutchman

Types of media

digital art: #digital

traditional art: #traditional

#webweave

#fanfic

#collage

#crochet

#video (animations, animatics etc. I don’t really want to judge what counts as animation/animatic so I will tag everything with #video, including gifs)

#stimboard (I know that stimboards aren’t usually considered art, but i like them so I’m gonna include them on this blog. for consistency’s sake i’ll tag stimboard makers artist:*insert name*)

Misc

#crossover (includes crossovers between campaigns and between jrwi and other media)

#official art

#jrwi au

#jrwi freak week

AUs/Crossovers

#pokemon

#ponies

#cats

#vampires

#fnaf

#marvel

#tma (the magnus archives)

#trolls

#spiderverse (will also be tagged as marvel)

#marvel

#superheroes

#undertale

#mermaids

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[cononeillbreastingboobily]

I think Izzy has a deep appreciation for the finer things. It just looks different than the way Stede or even Ed approach them.

It's in the way he gently puts down the miniature ship from Stede's room, where he could've very easily break it. It's in the way he keeps his hair pushed back, his clothing always neat and elegant.

It's obviously just a headcanon, but I think that growing up Izzy's family wasn't well-off, at least not most of the time. Perhaps he grew up in a modest upbringing where discipline and modesty were drilled into his head all the time. Perhaps he spent his childhood and adolescence longingly staring at beautiful things in displays of the shops in the town where he grew up, feeling pangs of guilt over wanting things his family would call "frivolous".

Perhaps his family stepped into wealth quite suddenly, and all but Izzy himself became drunk with money. Perhaps their nouveau riche way of being made Izzy despise people who overindulge in the goods around them. Perhaps that was all the more reason for him to become a pirate - he imagined living rough, wearing ragged clothes and eating any scraps he manages to catch.

But then, the most extraordinary thing happened. An Edward Teach appeared on his path, a man who came from a background even more modest than his own, but completely lacking Izzy's guilt over indulging in the finer things in life.

Ed insisted that Izzy wear nice clothes, and Izzy didn't protest when, after looting a ship of vacationing aristocrats, he was handed a mountain of clothes, and tasked with choosing something nice for himself.

The ring on his tie was a personal touch from Ed. Izzy didn't protest.

So that was fine. Edward liked fine things, and Izzy liked Edward, whether he realised it or not.

But then - Stede.

A man so deeply reminding him of his own family as if he did it just to anger Izzy specifically.

He surrounded himself with beauty simply because he could and did things on a whim, and Edward loved that.

And it was Izzy's personal hell.

[friendlyperson123]

Song Of The Manutu!!!

We call unto Manutu Child

Where the mountains touch the sky

Manutu is the source of STRENGTH

And our priestly guide

Sister teaches Manutu truth

So bright is her array

She Hath taken dark of night

And turned it into day

The Celestial Union of the Blacks

Rewarded with Manutu Child

Brings forth cosmic Unity

And purifies all humans defiled

[storycollectorstash]

New Blood

Chapter 6: Deaths and Tourneys

The following days the kingdom was bustling. A tourney to honor the new Hand of the King was about to commence and Andorra had to make herself more presentable than usual. 

After all many families of Westeros would be attending. So a good time for them to see what she has to offer. 

Edward was not happy. He was furious at Andorras decision to give her hand in marriage to one they would find suitable, so he took what power he had and asked the king if a tournament for her hand could take place. This was he can access all those who wish to marry the princess were true to their words and not one’s looking to claim their throne. 

Robert agreed and said he would announce the tournament at the tourney later that day. 

Andorra was with Sansa while getting ready. Andorra promised Sansa to put up her hair in a Polina style as she promised and Andorra was right. The hair style complimented Sansa red hair and gave her a more mature look. 

Andorra smiled at the girls enthusiasm when she saw her face in the mirror. 

“It looks wonderful! you must teach my handmaidens to do this!” Sansa says admiring her hair

“I can have my friends teach them. It may look simple but when you first learn it can be a challenge.” Andorra explains as she pulls out a hair pin from when she was Sansas age. 

“Here, you can wear this too.” Andorra says showing Sansa the small but beautiful hair pin. 

It was in the shape of a blooming rose and had small little jewels embedding the outside giving it a ethereal effect. 

“It’s so beautiful. You should wear it, after all I’m not the one looking for a husband” Sansa teased as the princess rolled her eyes. 

“Yes, your right, however.” Andorra paused bringing out a golden hair stick with pearl white flowers and light turquoise stones hanging off the end 

“I will be wearing this. My mother wore it when she and my father got betrothed. I consider it good luck to wear it if i ever had to find love.” Andorra told as he girl gushed at the small story 

“Well then i guess if i must, i can wear the pin” Sansa says sarcastically as Andorra gave a small laugh and told the girl to turn around 

She pinned the rose right at the curve of her braid giving it the illusion that the pin is holding everything together.

A knock at the door was heard, 

“My ladies, it is time,” Sansa handmaiden says as the girls exited the doors and head out to the tourney. Edward and Andorra had seats near the King and Sansa was in front view of the jousts. 

King Robert stood up and raised his mug. 

“Today we celebrate a new hand to the Kingdom!” He says as everyone cheered and went quiet again 

“But, I have a very important announcement!” He says gesturing for Andorra to stand 

“In a months time, Princess of Andorra is giving her hand in marriage to solidify the alliance between Westeros and Polina. Her hand will be won by a tournament of arms looked over by Prince Edward.” Roberts says as everyone began to mutter about 

“One more thing, they must be from a prominent house that has pledged loyalty to the main houses of our land from the Starks of Winterfell to the Tyrells of High Garden. So prepare yourselves and let the jousts begin!” He shouted as the tourney was now in full swing. 

Knight after knight would go against each other in a sometimes gruesome scene. 

Many would be looking at Andorra too distracted to notice they had lost. It both annoyed and amused the princess. But her eyes would often look at Sandor stoic gaze after the jousts to see if he would have any reaction. So far nothing until the proclaimed ‘flower knight’ Sansa has raved about was going against the Mountain. Sandor brother. 

He was a large man even bigger than his brother. Andorra hoped he wouldn’t be in the tournament. She heard of his brutality on and off the battlefield. Something felt off about the battle. 

The mountains horse was acting erratic before the joust and when they had the signal to go the horse was the reason to his defeat. 

Outraged he took a sword to the horses neck ending its life. Andorra had to close her eyes at the picture and when she heard a cry she saw the man going after Ser Loras. The men man a round trip around the jousting field until Robert called for it to stop. Sandor quickly jumped in front of Gregory’s blade and blocked it, saving the knights life. The 2 battled as Andorra watched in both horror and anticipation. She prayed to any god to hope Sandor would survive the fight. 

“That’s enough!” The king cried as Sandor quickly knelt as Gregory’s sword barley missed his head making Andorra jump out of her seat. 

“Gregor, you have lost! Off with you. Let’s return to the jousting this fighting is a bore” The King says as everyone cheered and the tourney started up once again. 

“Now that we have that settled bring out the next round!” The king shouted as Sandor got off his knee as Ser Loras approached the man 

“I owe you my life Ser” He says putting his hand on Sandors shoulder 

“I’m no Ser” he gruffly says to the ‘flower night’ 

“You should be, what is your name?” He asked as Sandor rolled his eyes 

“Call me The Hound” He says not wanting the knight to shout his name

“I thank you, To The Hound!” He says raising his arm as the crowd cheered, Sansa stood up and clapped as Andorra looked at Sandors face of annoyance and clapped at he made eye contact. 

She nodded her head as he was brought back up to stand behind the king and herself. 

After the eventful day Everyone was back in the castle enjoying a feast with all the participants of the joust. Andorra and Edward were conversing with a few of the winners, no doubt trying to talk to the eligible princess but to meet the possible King of Polina. Andorra noticed Sandor brooding with a cup of wine in the corner watching all the knights and ladies flirt and chat amongst themselves. 

“Pardon me, I wish to congratulate the Hound, its been a pleasure to talk with you both” Andorra says smoothly as she made her way across the hall to the tall man. 

Leaning against the wall with him she saw him side eye her as he took a long drink of his cup until it was empty 

“I believe a congratulations is in order hm?” Andorra asked as Sandor remained silent 

“I mean after all you saved ‘The Prince of Flowers’. What an accomplishment,” Andorra sarcastically says causing a smirk to break on Sandors face. 

“Well it wasn’t the only eventful thing today. How are the knights of Kingslanding treating the most eligible princess in a hundred miles” Sandor retorts back causing Andorra to smile and laugh a bit 

“Oh just grand! You know every lady loves when men talk to you and are looking at everything but your face” She says seeing a few knights in a group looking at her and smiling. 

“That’s what happens when the King announces your possibility of being married off” Sandor says grabbing the pitcher of wine from a passing maid and another glass off of a near by table.

“Here, wine will make half these pricks look somewhat decent” He says pouring Andorra a cup of dark wine. This caused Andorra to laugh

“So, is that why King is always drunk when he goes to bed?” Andorra shot back causing Sandor to choke on his wine. He quickly recovered and swallowed it as he wiped his face. He grinned at the woman. 

“So not only can you fight with a sword, your good a jokes as well?” He asks as she slyly grinned at Sandor 

“Hey, we all have our secrets, You have the story behind the scar, and I have my dark sense of humor” Andorra says as Edward waved her over. Gulping down the rest of the wine she winked at Sandor before departing 

“Duty calls” She says as she made her way back to her brother as Sandor watched her figure walk away.

“Seven hells, I’m hooked” he says to himself as he pours another glass of wine 

[phoenixduelist]

He was good and honorable. She knew he wouldn't strike first with her back half turned. Part of her mused whenever she would've been able to parry if he had. Brief surprise at the help she didn't ask for, she was perfectly capable of hauling Edward out, even with more delicacy too, simply she was still...not well enough mentally to care for such finesse. Therefore Rozália didn't protest, her one handed grip not faltering the slightest, quietly telling that she may be lighting fast, she also carried significant strength as well.

The smile cracking across her previously stone set features at the last sentence was unexpected.

“I would prefer to sort that issue out with a duel, if it happens.” like hell she would be tied down again “But I would be bringing my sabers for that.” her words light, her faith in her own crew unshakeable. A week and Ed will be jumping around like he's twenty again.

Then it hit her. The casual air, tone of the whole situation. Izzy's firm but practiced hold to not cause damage but still being secure. Not the first nor the second time he's doing this.

“You deserve so much more.” ...oh she said that out loud, didn't she? Edward unceremoniously dropped to the hardwood by her end, it felt wrong to say while in physical contact with him.

“If...If you ever had enough of this, the dismissal, the disrespect, the half plans leading to borderline suicide; I will always have a place for you on the Vihar.”

“Something definitely isn't right with me either, I'm not denying that. But I protect my own even if it costs my life. I haven't lost anyone since I started four years ago. The crew likes and respects you too. They definitely can fight and what Árpád and Botond couldn't teach them about sailing, you could. And I think Marcell would be relieved to not be first mate.” the offer bold and borderline outrageous, asking a lot “This isn't a one time offer. Any time you decide it's my crew you want, I will be waiting. The offer will always be open, no matter what. I trust you enough to let you into my family.”

The last sentence was heavy, warm with the first sign of vulnerability she has ever shown throughout months. She loved her crew, her family and would gladly die for them. Yet she offered an escape, safety, as if Izzy too had been sailing with them since they began their bloody journey. Her emotions under control once more as she resumed carrying the other unconscious Captain out of the smoke filled cabin.

“Marcell! Get that plank!” Rozália didn't waste a moment, yelling across ships as swinging over was now extremely crossed from the list of options of how to get him across. The mountain of a first mate managed the task easily, wood creaking slightly under his weight

“It will hold!” Árpád confirmed after a short assessment

“Not like a sack of potatoes. He's injured, internal bleeding, not caused by me, we don't know whenever sword or gunshot wound, nor if it has an exit would or not.” she explained quickly, motioning to set him down now to Izzy. That's when Marcell saw the finger shaped bruises and moved automatically.

“No. Stand down.” Rozália was smaller with less muscle, yet the collision with his body didn't push her back too much

“Not what you're thinking. Not that way. And I...dealt with it.” her hold on his shoulder firm and calming “I am alright. He's not.” she moved from her previous position; unbreakable trust.

“No, you're not.” Marcell grunted, but at least he didn't look like his only desire was to strangle the man “Can I?” the question aimed for Izzy “Promise I won't hurt him. Not throwing into the sea too.” he was starting to crouch, ready to carefully collect the man

“Oh one thing!” Rozy turned on her heels to face the curious onlookers of the Queen Anne “If this ship sails without Edward on it, I will hunt you down and slaughter all of you.”

“Enjoy the vacation.”

Ears trained to hear the slightest sign of approaching danger, the small dagger thrown by pure instinct, missing the First Mate although narrowly. A quieter noise from her throat, her head splitting as if something was prying it apart from the inside.

“A kurva apád retkes FASZÁT, hogy a világrabaszott, te szarházi faszkalap; hogy hagynálak inkább megdögleni a picsába!!” (Your whore of a father's slimy DICK, that he fucked you into the world, you dickhead son of a bitch; I should just let you fucking die)

The Hungarian Captain cursed as if summoning otherowordly forces, his blood still on her forehead and knee, right hand vibrating with phantom pain mixing with real one, adding to her looser grip on reality.

“Tudom, nem úgy látszik, de éppen segítek.” (I know it doesn't look like that, but I am currently helping.) Rozália turned to Izzy with a frustrated sigh. He was good. Good enough to skewer her if she's not fully in control of her mind. Then realized

“Wrong tongue. Language; fuck.” and she was suddenly really tempted to give the unconscious Edward one last kick to the ribs

“So. This idiot has been and is bleeding out; not because of me. Tried to get him to my ship because I don't trust this crew at all when it comes to internal injuries- fuck that, I don't trust this runt of a crew the slightest and should've set the whole ship on fire when I had the chance during that clash. But you already knew that, don't you?” Rozália sighed; only respected Izzy and Edward was her...friend on this ship

“The point is, I didn't kill him.” with that, instead of drawing swords, she reached down to start unceremoniously dragging Blackbeard out of the cabin by his beloved leathers IN THE FUCKING CARIBBEAN.

A small cry, her mind still having trouble deciding how much of the pain in her right was actually real, resulting in dropping the man from the jolt. With a snarl she continued where she left off with her left instead.

“Yet.”

[knowlesian]

my last post and the shameless mountain goats reference i threw in there got me thinking about one of my favorite story beats, because it combines a lot of character work and thematic oomph in one: ed being a victim of his own legend and ability to protect himself by hiding in plain sight + codeswitch into the version of himself that best suits the company/situation he’s in, in many ways but often most visibly through his interactions with izzy.

my take on “is blackbeard real or fake” has always been “yes”; blackbeard is pieces of ed filtered and strained and assembled and pruned down in ways that scarred him even as they kept him safe, in ways that are very sad and often stretching the definition of safe as far as ed’s personal definition of murder. nonetheless: it got him to the place he's at, still alive. could he have done it another way? who knows! that was the way he did it, it's the way he knows will work because it did work.

or: he thinks he knows that. but the legend was never all of ed and in fact demanded he spotlight pieces of himself he doesn't like so much a lot and repress a lot of the things that make him feel good, it’s not helping/hurting anymore. it’s just dragging him down.

so ed is sick of the blackbeard schtick; and here’s the rub. if he’d been worse at the art of personal fuckery alongside the pirate type, maybe none of this is happening. the world never knows his name; or worse, once he gets spotted as a man who won't kill they mock it. 

that version of ed does not attract izzy ‘ask me about my boner for the sunk cost fallacy’ hands, or does not keep him. because izzy has built his identity around ed’s legend; who is blackbeard’s first mate, if there is no blackbeard? who the fuck even is izzy hands, if he’s not seated at the right hand of edward teach?

now. you would hope, in a better world, that izzy would be like you know, edward, the thing here is: you wanting something different involves emotional consequences for me. i would have to figure out my whole life over again and i am simultaneously con o’neill’s age and emotionally sixteen like the real world me was, so you can see that would be super complicated. i have so fucking much baggage and you are just adding to it, and i do not like that. also: this fucks up my work situation and my home life at once, it makes me feel sad and abandoned and itchy in ways i do not wish to label with words because they would be gay ones like ‘please don’t leave me, i love you and i thought it was mutual’ so like... world rocked, thoroughly and in ways that make me want to rant until past last call, in conclusion this sucks and i think it's twenty mistakes in a trenchcoat, some of them maybe life threatening! i wish you would not.

and then he would step back and let ed make his own fucking choices anyway and either do the work to figure himself out in the same space or finally grab those cds from the car and find his own place to do the same, because a shitty fact of adult life is sometimes people cannot be what we want or need. sometimes that is because they suck: sometimes, it’s just because they can’t or don't want to, and that isn't them being mean or withholding. they don't owe us more than the basic kindness and dignity we all owe to each other just because we put in our hours longing for them to do so. that’s some toxic, entitled shit. understandable! an impulse i share at times! but we should never be That Guy (gender neutral) because the friendzone doesn’t actually exist and nobody deserves to win someone else as a prize for hanging around long enough and driving them to the airport. that’s just called being friends, etc.

izzy is sadly currently stuck on being That Guy. so instead of realizing ed is an adult man and can make his own choices, even if izzy thinks they're bad ones, he fucking panics and starts swinging around and finally runs to big daddy england to make stede bonnet stooooooooop (messing with ed’s brain).

and of course he does something like that! he thinks a relationship is when you metaphorically own each other and when you can only be tender after putting your right foot in and then putting it out before once again putting it in and then proceeding to shake it all about, violent rituals unlock love style. he’s a desperate man in a hell entirely of his own making.

and so is ed, in this entirely different way but stuck in his own fucking orbit as firmly as izzy, only ed is trying to claw his way up and out to see what else he can be, while izzy would do juuuust about anything (including lick the king’s boots) to stay the same forever.

that’s some tragic shit. i love this writing team, the end.

[barbiegirldream]

who are the main characters of assassins creed? like i know there is a modern day bit but who is the main assassin?

you have just asked my favorite question ever okay every game (mostly) focuses on different characters. i will put it under the cut for you !

The first Assassin's Creed follows Atlaïr a Syrian Assassin who lived during the 12th and 13th century. He was tasked with finding an apple of eden (ancient civilization weapon) but his hubris ended up getting his brothers (other creed members) in trouble. His rival Malik lost an arm and Malik's brother (by blood this time) died. the game follows Altaïr's redemption and the realization that their master set them up and is a templar (the bad guys who want to use the apples of eden to destroy the world)

The next few games follow who is really considered the staple of the franchise an assassin named Ezio Auditore. He was a Florentine nobleman alive during the height of the Italian Renaissance. He has like a lot of games. Lots of fun historical figures in his games.

The next few games will focus on the Kenway Legacy. AC III focuses on Connor Kenway an Indigenous Man who fought in the American Revolution. If you ever hear a "where is charles lee" meme it's about Connor. You learn in the game Connor's father is a british templar named Haytham.

Okay and the next game AC IV is about Connor's grandfather and Haytham's father, Edward Kenway. A Welsh Pirate who kills an assassin, commits identity theft, and ends up becoming an assassin anyways.

In between here there is some shit ass game with this guy named Shay Cormac who was an assassin but thinks they kill to many people so he joins the templars and kills more people. it doesn't make any sense and Shay is my least favorite character ever. But he's like relevant or whatever.

Then from there we get the saddest and wettest of all assassin's, Arno Dorian. A French Nobleman who grows up to watch the French Revolution occur. Shay Cormac killed his dad as a boy and then he grew up with this other family and loved their daughter Elise. And Elise would grow up to be a templar. Arno would get thrown in the bastille with another assassin who would teach him to be an assassin. Arno ends up killing that dude for sucking. and also one of Arno's besties becomes Napoleon. Elise dies at the end and Arno stays sad and pathetic forever :(

Okay then! We have Assassin's Creed Syndicate. This game features two characters you can switch between Evie and Jacob Frye. Twins! Their father was an assassin who died shortly before the start of the game. Living in northern England they are freshly twenty years old and wish to prove themselves so they rush down to London to free the city from Templar Control. There is an assassin there from India Henry Green who was trained by their father as well. The three of them free the city. Evie falls in love with Henry. Jacob realizes he's bisexual. Evie moves to India. Jacob adopts and raises Jack the Ripper. You know how it goes.

Next is Origins which like as it sounds is about the Origins of the creed. Bayek is an Egyptian Medjay (warrior healer) during the Roman occupation of Eygpt. His son is murdered by a cult that will one day become the templars. He and his wife split off to seek revenge. They come together again to form this creed but their relationship tapers off.

Then it’s Odyssey and canon the protagonist is Kassandra but if you hate women you can play as her brother Alexios too. But basically Kassandra is Spartan and her dad goes all crazy and tries to kill Alexios as a baby. Kassandra tries to intervene and they get thrown down a mountain. She loses Alexios and he’s abducted by some crazy cult. Kassandra washes up on an island and is raised to be a mercenary. Later you find your whole family and the choices are up to you. You can kill your father but that closes off the later path of your step brother (his adopted son) accepting you as family. Then you find Alexios and try and bring him home your choices affect this outcome too. And then you find your mother and try and save her. You can have every member of your family or some combination or none. Depends on you 

Then we have Valhalla. You play as Eivor. Again girl or boy. It’s interesting gender dynamics because historically Eivor was biologically female but possessed by the spirit of Odin who is male. Anyways you as a child are attacked by a wolf it’s crazy your parents die. A neighboring tribal leader takes you in. You grow up next to your big brother Sigurd (possessed by Thor). Best part in the later game is when you get to cuck him and sleep with his wife Randvi. Basically you leave Norway for England and establish your home there that’s like it. But the two assassins there who you work with are named Basim and Hytham. Basim is possessed by Loki. 

The next game is going to be Mirage. Taking place 30 years earlier in Baghdad featuring Basim! It’ll be good to finally play an assassin again

[mission2mordor]

Where the Wild Mustangs Roam

Eventual Steddie

Teaser thread (pt 1?)

Outlaw!Eddie Munson, Barkeep!Steve Harrington.

Everyone this side of the west has heard about the wild mustangs that roam the fields and run free where the mountains meet the moon in the early hours of the night, but not many have ever caught wind of one, let alone tame one.

Those who have are often loners. Tumbleweeds with no path or seed to weigh them down. Empty as a husk but filled with just as much emotion as their wounds are with dirt.

Eddie’s always believed the west was meant to be his home. Some people grow up and move off to bigger towns up north or out east. Not him. Not ever. That doesn’t mean he lived by the book and the word, though. He follows his own rules. The only person he ever had any inkling of obeying was lost a few years back. He lives for him now, the legend that Wayne Munson was (and still is) to him.

See, the lifestyle Eddie lives isn’t exactly one that can be learned without a little…extended guidance, so to speak. Thank you, Uncle Wayne, for all that he knows. Truly. No seriously, Eddie is incredibly grateful to Wayne for teaching him how to live without fear, and how to be sneaky. For making him learn to be tougher than the railroad nails and quicker than the wind itself. For teaching him how to get by. For loving him. He’ll cry if he dwells on it any longer.

Eddie sits atop a log at his campsite, watching the fire blow and fiddling with his harmonica as he listens to the coyotes cry to the moon and yip at all the creatures who have yet to turn in for the night. Watches as the orange flames lick at the top of his roasting spit (read: stick wrapped in wet cloth) as the night drags. Listens to the foxes laugh and the vultures circle in the distance. There’s a buffalo herd not seven hundred and some feet from him. He thinks about them, how they travel with everything they’ll ever need and yet they carry nothing but the shaggy mess of hair on their backs. To the right of the fire, a pot of canned food sits, cooling quicker by the second, even in the muggy desert night air. The tent behind him has long since been abandoned for the night, and he debated taking it down before morning and riding out. Leaves it because he knows he’ll crash at some point. There’s a bottle of jack at his feet, a canteen to his left, and a loaded Apache revolver on his hip. His horse grazes at the stray grass next to him, silently leaving Eddie to his own devices.

The midnight hours are approaching, blanketing the red dirt with a sinfully empty dark blue aside from the stars, and the mountains in the distance meet the horizon in a kiss of melded oranges and blacks, just from what Eddie can see with his piss-poor little fire. His hat hangs over his eyes, legs crossed in front of the fire, boots barely avoiding the lick of the bright orange flames. His flannel unbuttoned and buckle undone to wind down for the night. A desert coyote cries as Eddie looks up at the stars, and he swigs some of his jack, chasing it with water and standing to retreat to his tent.

To their knowledge, Edward and Wayne Munson are the only men this side of the west to ever successfully catch and tame two Mustang stallions.

To his knowledge, Edward Munson is the only person who knows where Wayne hid the missing money from some sundowner out a ways on the tracks.

And to his knowledge, he’s the last man standing in a long line of untouchable legends among the west.

[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

Hallmark Reveals September Movie Lineup 

HALLMARK CHANNEL'S "FALL INTO LOVE" All premieres are at 8 p.m. ET/PT.

Marry Me in Yosemite

Starring: Cindy Busby and Tyler Harlow Premieres: Saturday, Sept. 3 Zoe (Busby) is a top photojournalist who has published successful coffee table books featuring her images of iconic places. Her publisher wants her next subject to be Yosemite, so she heads west despite not being sure she can do justice to the majesty of the landscape. While there, she meets Jack (Harlow), an intriguing tour guide who opens her eyes to new possibilities as they take a journey together.

Marry Go Round

Starring: Amanda Schull and Brennan Elliott Premieres: Saturday, Sept. 10 Abby Foster (Schull) and Luke Walker (Elliott) were high school sweethearts who were married for a brief time. Many years later, Abby’s life seems perfect as she gets ready for a new life in Paris along with her soon-to-be husband, Edward. When an unexpected letter arrives throwing Abby off course, she must decide what her heart really wants.

Wedding of a Lifetime

Starring: Brooke D'Orsay and Jonathan Bennett Premieres: Saturday, Sept. 17 Darby (D’Orsay) and Jake (Bennett) are an engaged couple who have been together since their days as high school sweethearts in a close-knit mountain town. Over the years, they have found themselves in a rut and drifting apart. When their entire community nominates them to compete for an all-expenses paid wedding in a nationally televised contest, this just may be what the couple needs to rekindle their romance.

Fly Away With Me

Starring: Natalie Hall and Peter Mooney Premieres: Saturday, Sept. 24 When Angie (Hall) moves into her “no pets allowed” building, a parrot arrives unexpectedly. New neighbor Ted (Mooney) and the dog he’s secretly sitting try to help her find the bird’s owner without being caught.

HALLMARK MOVIES & MYSTERIES All premieres are 9 p.m. ET/PT.

Love's Portrait

Starring: Aubrey Reynolds and Richard McWilliams Premieres: Sunday, Sept. 4 Lily (Reynolds) is a museum curator who finds a painting that looks just like her. Lily’s search for the artist leads her to Ireland, where she meets William (McWilliams), a charming man who helps her on her quest and may also know more about the portrait’s origins than he’s letting on.

To Her, With Love

Starring: Skye P. Marshall and Tobias Truvillion with a cameo by Shanice Wilson-Knox Premieres: Sunday, Sept. 11 Kayla (Marshall) heads back to her hometown of Stansville, North Carolina, after her substitute teaching job at an elite, private high school comes to an early end. On her first day back, her loving yet inquisitive mother (Maria Howell, Hidden Figures) sets up a job interview at her high school alma mater. Kayla, who ultimately wants to get into a competitive teaching program in London, is hesitant to apply. However, when it turns out that her high school best friend Tanya (Brittany L. Smith, Sweet Magnolias) is a teacher there and she is offered the job on the spot and quickly accepts. When Kayla initially struggles to connect with her students, Jordan (Truvillion), a jack-of-all-trades teacher who is devoted to supporting underserved students, steps in to help. Though reluctant to accept his input at first, she is soon inspired to try a fresh approach to help each of her students tap into their unique artistic passions and her students begin flourishing. When Kayla learns the school may be cutting the arts department due to budget cuts, she and Jordan work together to set up a fundraising showcase, with a little help from her longtime friend Shanice Wilson-Knox. Soon, sparks are flying between Kayla and Jordan as they discover a shared love of teaching, service and Sidney Poitier movies. However, when Kayla receives some teaching opportunities that would take her away from Stansville -- and Jordan -- she finds that her heart may still have a few things to teach her about what will make her happy.

The Secrets of Bella Vista

Starring: Rachelle Lefevre and Niall Matter Premieres: Sunday, Sept. 18 Based on the book, The Apple Orchard, by Susan Wiggs. Tess Delaney (Lefevre) gets the surprising news by estate executor Damhnaic McAuley (Matter) that she has inherited half of an apple orchard from the father she never knew and has a half-sister she didn’t know about. When she visits the orchard and connects with her new-found family, she learns that the orchard is deep in debt. Using her knowledge as an antiques expert, Tess and her half-sister work to unravel the mystery of their grandmother’s “treasure” that could hold the key to saving the orchard. And, in the process, Tess ultimately finds a new understanding of herself.

Francesca Quinn, PI

Starring: Mallory Jansen and Dylan Bruce  Premieres: Sunday, Sept. 18 When private investigator Francesca “Frankie” Quinn’s (Jansen) fiancé is murdered, his sister hires her to find the killer. Frankie must work with Wyn (Bruce), the local detective assigned to the case…who also happens to be her ex. As the one-time couple joins forces to unravel a serpentine plot, the investigation strikes at their hearts.

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