#Argent Night

[headcanonthings]

Erica: What do I get? Allison: A night of fashion, mischief, mayhem, and possible death. Erica: Ooh, check, check, and check; not sure about that last one. Lydia: It won't be you. Erica: I'll get my coat!

[fedorah-the-explorah]

Jules: I want you

Carmen:

Jules: That wasn't me. Sorry.

Carmen: Who was it?

Jules:

Jules: My demons.

[blackhholes]

teen wolf - built on bones

Blood was spilt along this road You cannot wash it white with snow

[fluffytheocelot]

Here have another FNAF Carmen AU thing I made and forgot to post

Couldn’t decide which background color I liked better and also a PNG

Anyways left to right: Fidget the fox, Crackle ‘Roo, Redd Wolf, Blu the raven, Vroom the tiger, and Zoom the cheetah

It’s based off that one logo for Freddy’s that I’m pretty sure is official art

[booasaur]

Teen Wolf - 3x23 || Teen Wolf (2023) - Lydia saving Allison 15 years late

[frankdelfino]

finished watching teen wolf s1 and it’s genuinely so funny how derek is characterized as this shady mean guy with no patience who will rip your throat out at the slightest inconvenience when I really do think that man displayed soooo much patience with scott (and stiles lol) it’s actually kind of hilarious. scott gets him arrested TWICE!! for murder despite derek literally trying to help him. he gets a pass for the first time but the second time he knows damn well derek didn’t do that shit but blames him anyway lmfaooo. and after both times derek shows back up and is like okay now are you going to let me make sure you DON’T die. if I was derek I would’ve beat his ass up both times and then a third time just for fun.

[omies-odd-writing-spot]

Doom prompt 21: in the past [1]

A Prompt from my Doom Discord. Based on the Garnets Story, but in the PAST of Argent D'nur. it's really fun to play with that time frame, there's so much you can mess with. have fun with a feral BJ before he was the Slayer

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21: “The Slayer is still very feral after escaping hell, and is eating in an Argenta mess hall when one of the Argenta tries to take his food (surely they had bullies too) and then gets a fork stabbed through their hand and into the table”

All things considering, Haco could tell the newcomer would much rather be outside. Or possibly back in the wild where he had been originally found sitting quiet, perhaps watching the flowers and wind or even just zoned out. Haco was not sure what was going through the outlander’s head then, if anything. The man was pretty sure that the outlander was just focused wholly on his food right now.

Not that Haco minded as he was sitting near his charge, though the man was also not fully sure how he became the supervising guard. The outlander at least was quiet as he ate, working though the second bowl of soup. The fresh bread basket that was just set down was being watched intently in between scans of the over half empty dining hall. The outlander tracked where the serving young went to drop off another basket before running back to the kitchen.

A full hall just seemed like a bad idea to Haco, and he knew it was a bad idea for anyone just out of the pits to be around too many people. More so how the outlander would freeze and stare at Haco everytime he moved. In this case watching as Haco reached for the big basket of bread and honey jar. The bright blue eyes watching each movement like a predator or hungry wolf. Even stopping chewing the chunk of meat from the soup.

Haco was pointedly ignoring being watched so intently as he cut through the soft, still warm bread and slathered it with the honey. “You can have anything on the table you want, friend. Just as long as it's not on someone else’s plate.”

The outlander looked up sharply at being talked to directly. Spoken to, not at. Those intense blue eyes watching Haco and studying his face. The smaller man’s eyes flicked down to the honey bread.

Haco set a roll between them, just that bit over the unmarked line of where his and the outlander’s space was. Again, Haco was eyed, almost untrusting as the Argenta man reached for another bread bun to dress it the same way, taking a bite and just enjoyed the taste and feel of the honey on a fresh, warm roll. 

The Sentinel did not seem to pay attention to the outlander as he snatched the roll. Gave a careful sniff and paused, sniffed again before taking a small bite. Just like he did with the soup, testing it before taking a bigger bite. 

At least the outlander was slowing down eating. He seemed a bit calmer now too with just time to eat and watch but not really interact with a lot of people. Haco was happy to take as long as they needed, as much as it took some time for someone to get used to not being in the Pits, but also. Well, it was a nice break for Haco from drills.

Either leading or doing them.

“...be…jay…” 

The low voice was almost missed and it took a moment for Haco to realize it came from his right. Coming out in a moment between bites of soup and sweetened roll. In the pause between them, the outlander reached forward to grab at the closest roll of bread. Ripping it in half with a bit more force then he clearly meant to judging by the startled pause. 

Haco considered what he heard before trying to speak it. “Bi-Jay?”

The outlander paused, a broth soaked roll stuffed in his mouth. Blinked at Haco, and then he hummed. Once his mouth was clear he spoke aloud again. Still in a low voice, rough from disuse but there under the background sounds. “‘lose ‘nough.”

The accent was very thick, but the outlander ‘Bi’Jay’ had at least learned some Argenta in the pit. Then again, it had been several months since Haco had seen the outlander, a few more since he was found. 

“Hi!” a little voice called from behind, Haco saw the outlander coil and was about to react as well before seeing how Bi’Jay locked himself up. Hands gripping the air and the other half of a roll tight enough his knuckles turned colors. The shorter man clearly catching his own reflexes, struggled a bit but he did have some training to not lash out.

Blue eyes wide, he slowly turned to look down at the child that came up behind and now stood between them. The little boy beamed and held up a basket with both hands. Wide enough it was just manageable for the child, but it was also a shallower basket then for the bread basket. “Uncles! I have…sweet for you!”

Haco smiled down at the little white haired boy, giving him a ruffle on the head. “Thank you son, what are the treats?” 

“Berry treats!” The boy chirped, paused and then frowned and then tried again, “Berry…tart. Tart!”

“I love tarts.” Haco smiled, carefully picking up two of the little, square shaped pie-like tarts. Looking up as there was a soft humming from the shorter man.

Haco tilted his head but did not miss how the outlander relaxed. The tension in his shoulders visibly easing away as full attention was shifted to the child. Blinking in surprise as he was offered the basket of treats too. Hesitated before gently taking one, and as the basket was still held up, took a second tart.

“Thank you,” Haco said, speaking to the boy but tried to clearly pronounce the words.

“Tha’nk…you…” the outlander said, again his accent was thick but understandable to the boy as well. 

“Welcome!” The little boy chirped and toddled off with his basket to the next group of Sentinels farther along in the hall. Determined to finish his task of passing out treats. 

Bi’Jay turned, the offerings resting on the edge of his plate. Watching after the child and twitched as if he wanted to go after.

“...did you have a family? Before you fought whatever led you here.” Haco asked softly, and watched without reacting as the outlander snapped back around to face him. The glare was a bit telling, and the low growling sound before turning back to the food. Biting into the squished roll. 

That desperate want to not lose any calories or food despite that it was squished by himself.

Haco wondered not for the first time where the outsider, Bi’Jay had come from. Now Haco also wondered what, or who the man lost. Even though it had been clearly broken armor, the outlander was soaked and caked with several types of blood. His skin was still stained with large patches of black and white. Not white really, just no pigmentation like it was sucked out. There were many scars, several that were just hard to see. Haco took a breath, still smelling old blood coming from the outlander.

“When you've had enough, to eat that is,” Haco spoke as he slowly ate the first tart-pie, enjoying the custard and berry filling. “We'll head to one of the bathing rooms. I know I need a clean up but you might feel better, Bi’Jay, after cleaning up too, before seeing the healers.”

“Hmm…” Bi’Jay rumbled, back to watching Haco intently. Then looked down at his empty bowl, paused and reached for the pot of soup in front of the two. Going for a third serving. All things considered, each bowl was not completely filled, and Haco smiled as he noticed that the outlander was notably eating slower at last. This was the second meal they had together, and the Argenta man wondered if Bi’Jay was finally full. 

“Ba…bathe?” The low voice asked, the words a bit stunted but he was trying. “Wat…ter?”

“Water for bathing. Cleaning.” Haco tried to explain, pointing to one of the clear glass pitchers of drinking water. Still trying to make sure he spoke clearly himself. “I thought you might like to clean, bathe, yourself instead of the healers doing it.” 

Bi’Jay blinked up at Haco, it was a few seconds delayed as he was sorting out what was said. It was impressive how fast he had been picking up Argenta, even if he was not fluent. The outlander turned back to his food, picking up his bowl and sipped at the broth. Haco realized that Bi'Jay didn't get much of the meat this time but the broth and soft, shredded vegetables.

Sounds had Haco looking around the dining hall. He was not the only senior Sentinel to snort at the sounds of the newest recruits. Many voices talking at once as they came in from drills… led by Lord Valen? Haco was impressed they still had energy to walk. Then again Lord Valen might have gone a bit easy on them as his wife was coming in with the wintherin riders sometime today.

Haco sat back, feeling that satisfaction of a nice full stomach but not overeating. “Bi’Jay?”

Blue eyes looked up from carefully rearranging the two tarts and another roll beside his bowl. Watching intently as Haco pointed to the kitchens, and those working there. 

“I'm going there, I'll be back Bi’Jay, wait for me?” Haco asked, watching the outlander turn to his right to study the hall, then kitchen. He slowly nodded. 

“...waght…wait is… stay?”

“Yes, wait is staying.” Haco smiled as he made sure his clothes were not out of order.

Bi'Jay blinked and then gave a firm nod, turning back to his food. Poking at the pie-tarts again. Gingerly lifting it to nibble on. 

Satisfied his charge was going to be safely distracted for a little longer, but also that outlander was calm. Hopefully Haco would not be bitten again for a while, or at least the rest of the day. He walked to the kitchen and picked up one of the older baskets off a table.

“Good afternoon Night Sentinel!” one of the older women said as she looked up, cheerful. “You’re new apprentice has quite the appetite.”

“He really does, it’s like he never saw food, even before the pits.” Haco glanced back, seeing the mostly bare back of Bi’Jay. “I wanted to get some more food for him later. I don’t think he’s going to realize he can come to you here in the kitchens whenever. Could you get some bread, cheese, honey and whatever you think would last the night?”

“Most are in a stunned state for a while after the Pits.” the woman sighed, not hiding that she was not impressed with the Pits still being so active. “Hopefully he can heal in mind, soul and body after so long there. Its been almost a year hasn’t it?”

“At least half,” Haco winced a bit, no one was supposed to be allowed to stay that long. Warriors with completely broken minds were useless, and dangerous. “I’m not going to have him doing much but clean up those wounds and blood. And eat in a way that he’s not a starved wintherin hatchling at every meal.” 

“I’ll have something for you once your ready to go,” the woman said as she took the basket, “once you drop off your dishes, come back. Also go see the head women at the baths, Arrita will get you a safe room if you ask- oh dear.”

“Oh dear?” The taller man echoed, and turned at the kitchen worker pointing behind him. Haco sighed as he saw the cluster that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Rookies he could tell by their dress. “Well. I think we’re going to be weeding out some idiots early this training session.”

“They do know he just came from the Pits?” The woman asked, baffled, “His instincts are going to be-”

There was a fast movement as one of the rookies leaned in and reached to snatch at something in front of Bi’Jay. Likely a roll or one of the tarts he was clearly saving. The reaction was almost too fast for anyone to track as the outlander snarled, his hand dropping down and there was a beat. A pause as the horror sank in that this shorter stranger just stabbed a spoon through the bigger man’s hand.

Haco was both very impressed as the fight started and then sighed in resignation. The fight… brawl starting was going to be his responsibility as much as who was their training officer- 

And that would be Commander Valen.

Haco groaned, it sounded like the stone table just broke, the woman beside him yipping in surprise. 

“Oh they are stupid this year.”

“Seems so,” Haco paused, handed the basket over and started to walk over to the dwindling group. 

“Are you going to stop them?”

“Bi’Jay seems to be stopping them pretty well.” Haco tilted his head, thinking, but was starting over, standing up to his full height. Not reaching for the sword on his back as he marched over. Taking a deep breath and made sure to project more than just volume. “NO FIGHTING IN THE DINING HALL YOU WORMS!”

There was a scrabble, the recroots on the outer edge of the group tried to snap up and to attention. Only they turned their back to the threat and were promptly grabbed and slammed down to the ground. The fight was over by the time Haco got back, pausing at the edge of those wheezing or groaning on the ground. Scanning over the assorted injuries. 

At least they were not fatal. 

Haco sighed and looked up at Bi’Jay, who was standing still now in the middle of the brawl. Staring blankly into space, not seeming to see Haco or the other Sentinels. Haco waved a warning at his brothers to not get too close, but they were smart enough to not startle a Pit survivor. 

It took a half minute before Bi’Jay blinked and looked around confused, looking up. “...hah’co?”

“Right here little brother,” Haco said, paused and added, “Can you get free without stepping on anyone?”

Bi'Jay blinked and looked around, as if confused by what happened. Blinked slowly before deftly jumping from a standstill to the bench he had been sitting on before, then just walked over the table to the other side. Pausing to stare at the Argenta he was briefly eye level with standings on the other side. It was a senior Sentinel like Haco though, who knew better than to do more than humming and motioning to the side, away from the mess. She knew better than to trigger flared fight-for-raw-survival instincts and reflexes. 

The outlander paused after stepping down, turned and reached over the table to get the one surviving pie-tart. Only to make an alarmed sound as his hands spazzimed and broke it. The alarmed look on Bi'Jay for the first time almost had Haco breaking his discipline. That look that was just shy of deviation at losing the treat more than being upset about the fight.

Captain Milla chuckled beside the Outlander, getting a fast look. She motioned to one side, an area that was clear, “Go sit over there, you can get another tart while we sort this out.”

Bi'Jay was giving her an untrusting look as he stood. 

“You didn't start the fight little brother.” Haco reassured, speaking clearly. “Go find a spot to sit, I'll be there in a few minutes.”

“And you did not finish it with death.” Milla seemed impressed, not moving as the outlander slowly walked away. Tense as he was clearly expecting to be beaten, but also was not going to miss the opportunity to get away and found a spot well away from anyone to sit. Bi'Jay paused and grabbed at some cooled bread making a surprised sound at finding the jars in the basket of honey and jams inside. 

He did not know there was more than the honey in these baskets!

Bi'Jay hunched over the full basket protectively, but he was surprisingly left alone as the Sentinels were dealing with the leftovers of the brawl. This was his new treat. No one else was allowed to have it.

[arlathen]

i haven't had time to write lately but i have been aggressively thinking about ariel/ashur.

[little-viking-draw]

Alistaris have gotten more love recently too

[sastielsfandom]

Casual Crossovers - where they're meeting just because I want them to.

[rorynightshade]

does it ever just how fast

drive you the night

crazy changes

Charlie Spring edition

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

vatican trio angst is the two of them being the same cheery goofy guys round after round after round while tesilid increasingly becomes gloomy and suicidal, weighed down by the experience of dozens of deaths that no doubt include theirs.

hestio & ephael see tesilid come home from greenwall one day and no longer really recognise this guy anymore, what on earth happened to him? knowing him well enough that they can immediately tell that this taciturn guy is acting off, but not having any way of knowing what he went through because it all happened in a timeline you have no access to.

you're the same cheerful guys as you have always been, and the childhood friend you've stuck to since the three of you were 10 is suddenly out of reach.

he's always been standoffish but now feels different. you have no way of knowing. and he can't talk.

[bugieeeee]

Can't believe they named the character with the most daddy issues Issac, like the boy who just wanted to be helpful and was let down or abandoned by literally everyone down to his disappearance from the show being left alone in France with nothing paralelled with the biblical story of an obedient son being brought up to the mountains to be slaughtered amongst the rest of the sheep without a second thought from his father

[skiesartsanddoom]

My main OC Skie Ravensway

She is based around the Doom universe and her origins are based in Doom 3. Though, I have created alternate stories for her after the core events in Doom 3. I currently have one in my head of her being pulled by a rift to Nayos and partially getting Kryptis corrupted.

But I'll get to that later lemme enlighten you with my crazy main OC/persona.

Subject: Skie Rowena Ravensway

Identification Number: 03267

Affiliation: Union Aerospace Corporation (old). Demon Lord Igradek (current)

Job / Profession: UAC security/ Assistant Archeologist(old) Hired Mercenary (current)

Connections

Friends: Jack Campbell (dead), Elliot Swann(dead), Viktor Wes (old friend and partner(only in main AU), Igradek.

Family: Ian Kelliher (Uncle, Doom 3 UAC Chairman), Tracy Ravensway (Mother-deceased), James Kelliher (Father-deceased).

TRUE PARENTS: Jovac Roan (Argenta), Valyria(Planthir)

Life form: Human/Planthir/sentinel

General appearance: Skie is about 5ft 3in (1.5M) in height, weighs approximately 170lbs

(77Kg)

Clothing: When relaxing, Skie likes to wear just a t-shirt and camo pants. Other times she will wear her UAC security armor with Kevlar padding, camouflage cargo pants, utility belt with ammunition pouches and a slot for her PDA.

Special identifiers: Skie’s face is a torn up mess from surviving the Hell-wave incident of 2145, and 2146. She has a very noticeable scar over her right eye that looks like it hasn’t healed and can still bleed on some occasions.

Next she has a claw scratch over the bridge of her nose, a claw mark going from her lower left cheek down the side of her neck. Some close friends of her sometimes say they see a literal fire burning inside of Skie’s eyes when they look directly into them.

Personality/ personal backstory:

Despite going through lots of physical, mental, and spiritual trauma Skie generally tries keeps a positive outlook on life and tries to enjoy life while keeping her abilities a secret. If Skie is threatened or feels uncomfortable she will get moody and if you try to push her in a corner she will fight back with ferocity, and won't back down even if she’s on the brink of death.

If anyone around her is hurt or being threatened she will comfort and fight for them no matter what, ultimately resulting in weakness. She also has the ability to read, write and understand the ancient Planthir carvings and symbols that litter the Site 3 Mars ruins.

Skie also has another side to her, one that the UAC tends to keep classified for reasons.

During the Hell-wave incident of 2145, it was caused by none other than the UAC's lead researcher Dr. Malcolm Betruger, Skie, along with the only other survivor Viktor Wes found out an ancient secret. Skie is a descendent of the once great civilization called the Planthir, a humanoid race of beings that could shapeshift into a wolf/deer beast with great wings and power.

Skie's Planthir self:

The Planthir can control special magics and can see visions in the form of dreams or a dimensional scream. This ability has saved her life on multiple occasions. Unknown to her at the time she is actually a reincarnation of her past self.

In an attempt to save her child from the will of the Khan Makyr Skies true Planthir mother (Valyria) used a powerful Planthir spell to protect her child from being killed forever by the khan Makyr. Skie, though, is not a true Planthir. Her mother was married to a great Night Sentinel warrior (Jovac). Skies Planthir mother was the daughter of The Planthir King, the Planthir Royal blood carries even more powerful magic than any planthir. This bloodline gives skie great abilities but only for a short period of time. (think of it as the avatar state) After that moment of using the abilities, she will collapse exhausted and pass out.

The Planthir thrived on Mars many eons ago, but along with this Skie has the ability to transmute, a bonus of being mostly Planthir. From what the UAC studies show, Skie in this..form is like some..fluffy creature that appears to be a mix between a deer, wolf, and eagle thing. Not much is known about the form in general besides that Skie has shown to be an excellent flyer and great in combat based on accounts from Viktor.

Also noted that when in this form Skie is still able to speak fluent english, fight on on all four legs, ignite her wings on fire, and has a very keen sense of smell and hearing. Her personality overall is still the same in this form but her sense of protection is strengthened to a higher level to the point where she may get aggressive, or a slight temper.

Strengths:

-Skie was taught from an early age on how to use a gun and she developed skills as a good shooter.

-Through her experiences she has learned to be quick on her feet and to be agile during combat.

-She seems tough and cold on the outside but she will drop everything in order to help someone.

-she will not back down when challenged.

Weaknesses:

-Skie is very stubborn.

-She can be too headstrong and it can get her into big trouble at times, hence the scar over her eye (she got it in a fist fight with Dr. Betruger).

-Sometimes she suffers short-term memory loss and can’t recall specific events (this sometimes happens when placed in tense or stressful situations).

-she has a fear of demon spiders, and drowning, and feeling abandoned.

-she suffers from PTSD from the “incidents of 2145 and 2146” causing her to sometimes make rash decisions.

Additional Background:

Skie now serves as a Mercenary for a demon Called Igradek and proudly serves his goal of eliminating demons who take pleasure in killing and destroying life. As part of her beginning life anew after being shunned by humanity. The UAC tried to cover up the incidents and erase any knowledge of the demonic invasions of 2145 and 2146. But most of those who lost family during it pointed their fingers at the very one who saved them from a literal hell on earth!. So feeling guilty, alone, and betrayed by the people she saved. she powered up the partially dismantled hell portal on mars, the very one Dr. Betruger himself used to cause the invasion. She turned her back on her world to go where she could feel useful. She went into Hell to fight till she couldnt no more.

She soon realized that was a mistake. Ammo ran low, food and water reserves almost gone. She soon heard voices from her hideout, two demons speaking ENGLISH! Curiosity killed the cat and she snuck close. Only to be ambushed by a rogue baron of hell, who only saw her as another slave for his clan! Skie fought hard but ran out of ammo, she attempted to fight the demon as a planthir but was mortally wounded. Lying on the ground bleeding out, the darkness closing in. the shadowy figure of a large beast loomed over her. The last thing she saw before blacking out was a set of four golden eyes looking at her.

She later awakened with an Archvile doctor healing her and lying on a bed in a great hell keep. She was scared and lost. But then she saw him. Igradek (a lesser demon lord, son of the lord of wrath). And from here the two began to bond as friends and Skie took on her new life serving him as a demon killing mercenary.

(Old images of Igradek)

So that's her main lore summarized. I coukd go on and on with more lore of her past life, parents etc. I hope you enjoy my crazy lady.

More art of Skie/ Val-Ky-Rie

[youraveragecatastrophe]

[Image description : three drawings of characters from the 2019 show Carmen Sandiego, lined with black ink and colored with pencils. Carmen is wearing a striped shirt with the colors of the original Gilbert Baker flag, and she and Player are draped with a large transgender flag. They are looking at each other and smiling. Julia, her hands in her pants' pockets, wears a brown leather jacket and a horizontally-striped shirt the colors of the lesbian flag. She is looking at the viewer and smiling. Devineaux, his hands on his hips in a proud posture, wears a vintage-styled jacket in the colors of the transgender flag. /End description]

To cap off this pride month, a few of my queer headcanons for Carmen Sandiego (2019) characters!

I headcanon Player as a trans boy and Carmen as a trans woman! I also definitely think Carmen's sapphic but I don't have a more specific identity in mind for her.

Julia is a lesbian ofc. Her shirt is inspired by this retro lesbian shirt! If I had seen it before inking I would have made it an actual shirt with a collar and all but alas I saw it too late.

And I headcanon Devineaux as a trans man. His jacket was heavily based on this vintage jacket, obviously with the colors reworked. That's his new lucky coat probably.

(I have headcanons for other characters but since they're less fixed I won't talk about them here)

[holyangelstudentuniverse]

Pack nights sleepover where Stiles and Cora bribe Peter(Who's shown up wearing fuzzy Tinkerbell pajama bottoms because he likes soft, fuzzy things and Will Not Be Shamed by it.) with coffee and breakfast for a month to team up with them during karaoke.

(Derek is surprisingly competitive and goes all out to try and beat his sister and uncle.)

Ultimately, it ends with Chris coming downstairs to find everyone fighting over which team won and sends them to bed with a (very) grumpy 'It's 4:30 in the fucking morning, most of you have school, and I can't sleep with the all this god-damned screeching!!'