#I still haven’t decided on his color palette yet

[cloudycocoa]

Sleepy lads 💤

Ft. my sorta updated future designs for them

[jccatstudios]

Six of Crows Character Design Notes

As promised, here are my character design notes for this! These are all Six of Crows era and not Crooked Kingdom. The grayscale versions have four distinct values to have a comic feel, which may not match up with the color designs. Also, I’m certain I’ll continue to change up these designs, give them new outfits, etc as I draw them more, so think of these as works in progress.

So, without further ado... let’s get to the designs!

Kaz

Monochrome color palette with hints of light purple, the color of kruge

Kaz never wears white, not even as a dress shirt. The merchants do wear white dress shirts, so this makes him distinct. Dark colors also make things easier to conceal.

They’re easier to see in this post, but he has two prominent facial scars and a few moles. A few other scars cut through the shortest part of his hair.

Each canon couple has an aspect that connects their designs. Kaz and Inej are connected through dark colors and vests

Inej

Black and blue-violet palette. I possibly see her theme color becoming a deep blue in CK (sea-related, symbol of trust, separates her identity and goals from Ketterdam purple)

Arm guards are double-layered to hold a knife each

Gold piercings contrast the blue-violet to show a difference between her old life and her life as The Wraith

Jesper

I imagine him wearing all sorts of colors, but I went with the yellow-green outfit described in a flashback. He wore more neutrals with hints of Jurda orange before joining the Dregs

Jesper’s concept was very cowboy-inspired to match his pistols. He wears boots instead of common dress shoes

Styled in Barrel Flash as seen from the three different patterns

Matching earrings with his family

Connected to Wylan through patterned pants

Nina

Red, cream, and brown palette to contrast the gray and black palettes of other characters

Heart motif seen through the pattern on her slip and the toes of her boots

Lots of Ravkan jewerly, especially bracelets to visually represent her powers

Connected to Matthias through brown boots

Matthias

Cool blue and warm brown colors (contrasting colors, a character at odds with himself)

Prepared for anything with lots of pockets and an extra scarf

Scarring from prison and a bite mark from Trassel

Like Inej, he’s in a grounded pose to show his unwavering nature

Wylan

Red and gold palette like the Van Eck family but more neutral (disillusioned by his father’s true nature)

Boots from a second-hand store. Laces tied around ankles to fit better

Dirt smudges from experiments, unable to buy many new clothes

Bag carries supplies, with certain chemicals stored on the outside for easier use (no, they’re not pokéballs)

Kuwei

Theme color is gray or white from his lab coat. Maybe he wears more teal in CK? Haven’t decided on that yet...

His shirt may seem anachronistic, but apparently t-shirts were around in the late 1800s, so it can still fit the setting.

And... that’s it! Thanks for reading. If you have any questions about these, feel free to send an ask or put it in the comments.

[foxglovecove]

In which the Loki variant from the episode that lives in my head dies in battle with He Who Remains (Kang? Is it Kang? Are they one and the same? I haven’t watched Quantumania so I’m unclear if this is supposed to be the same character? I’m assuming so?)

Anyways, this is just self-indulgent art cuz I’ll never be able to write the story I have in mind but I can attempt to do some scenes from it.

More ramblings under the cut

Originally I was thinking Sigyn would also wear Loki’s colors to show they’re a united front, but I like the idea of her having her own color palette and then each of them having some small details as a nod to the other, at least when it comes to their battle clothes. I gave Sigyn here blue and gold with some green here and there for Loki, and Loki got a bit of Sigyn’s blue.

If they had been given a chance to grow old together their colors would probably blend more as sometimes happens with old couples (ha), but alas they never got that chance. Sigyn also gets pointy elf ears cuz who knows maybe she’s a descendant of the Dark Elves somewhere along the line. Who’s ta say?

Back to the story/episode idea:

It’s been about a week since TVA Loki and Mobius have shown up in Sigyn’s timeline. They’re still searching for this timeline’s HWR and haven’t had any luck so they decide they need to draw him out. Not sure how yet, it’s a WIP, but at any rate one evening there’s a party at the palace. Not sure why, maybe someone’s birthday, or they’re just having a good old fashioned “it’s winter, let’s feast” party or something idk.

Everyone’s having a good time but Sigyn has been a bit melancholic since Loki returned dredging up old memories. She leaves the party discreetly and goes to this one long hallway where there’s a massive long memorial relief depicting Loki’s life, culminating in the battle where her Loki was killed.

She’s alone, or thinks she is, as she runs her fingers over the carving of her Loki. She smiles as tears form, she’s thinking about their time together when she senses someone there with her. She begins to speak:

“We were just kids when I met him. You…him…” She turns as our Loki comes out of the shadows to stand beside her. “Millennia ago now, but I remember it like yesterday…”

So she walks Loki down the hallway telling him their story. How they fell in love, how Thor had decided he didn’t want the throne because he fell in love with a mortal woman and how her Loki didn’t want it either, he didn’t feel worthy of it, but he was. And he was good at being king, he was loved by his people and they all mourned with her the day he died

Scene ends with her holding Loki’s face in her hands and just smiling and saying thank you cuz she got to see him again. Loki’s full of all the emotions and before Sigyn wanders off into the night he hugs her and holds her for a while. She also takes the opportunity to “borrow” Loki’s TemPad (unbeknownst to him. She’s a trickster too, after all, learned from the best). She’s curious about this whole time jumping, fate of the multiverse stuff

At the end of this so-called episode, after they’ve caught this timeline’s HWR and returned to the TVA with him so they can read his temporal aura and hopefully prevent the meltdown of the loom, Sigyn has a talk with her sons, telling them it’s their time to rule. When she’s alone, she pulls out the TemPad, activating it: it’s time for her to have adventures of her own

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

This is an idea inspired by canon good eclipses situation… but what if peanut and Clipsy were also forced into a similar situation, being in another good eclipse backup moon situation?

They’d been managing to avoid angering new tf moon, avoiding him and running the daycare together. Peanut being the main daycare worker while helping Clipsy after work with the technician work. Everything was going fine, until one day. Peanut went up into the main room attached to the lobby to grab some supplies and when new tf moon saw him he just snapped. Peanuts daycare outfit has similar colors as suns, to match with the suits color palette and still have a functioning sunny attendant. He’d managed to avoid wearing it around moon, but wasn’t expecting him to come out of his room and see him in it. When he saw him, he fucking lost it, screaming at him about how dare he have the audacity to take his brothers place. Clipsy heard the yelling and came up, which was when the backup tf moon demanded that Peanut couldn’t stay anymore. He wasn’t going to replace sun, and if clipsy didn’t deactivate him he’d do it himself and use the nanomachines for sun. For the first time, Clipsy straight up refused to comply with moons demands, after spending basically his entire existence trying to make it up to him over the death of sun he finally got tired of it. He doesn’t care how moon treats him, whether or not he hurts him, but he’s NOT getting rid of Peanut. He’s done with obeying moons crazy demands because he can’t accept that his brother is gone. This argument causes him to snap and attack both of them, forcing them to retreat to the portal.

I’m not sure which dimension they’d end up in. I haven’t decided that yet honestly.

[dnrue]

Observe my adorable mlp au!! It doesn’t have a name or anything but the vibes are adorable and I love these guys. Also the art style is super fun!

Comet flash- The smart alec unicorn that’s the most wise of the group. She also helps keep everyone safe from shenanigans, but her curiosity tends to lead them to danger anyway. She’s the most stable and wants to figure out how to stop Time Traveling Nightmare Moon from Time Traveling, Cursing ponies, and generally being frustrating- it’s like if Discord had a vendetta against you so he kept stealing all the books on Important Lore, and teasing you. She’s good at magic, because she’s been studying it for years, however she’s naturally good at only a few particular kinds, meaning she often has to problem solve with niche spells. If she didn’t care about others she’d probably be Time Traveling Nightmare Moon’s Apprentice.

Harvest Moon- One of the first ponies to fall under Time Traveling Nightmare Moon’s curse of “Compel Evil”. (His evil version is called Eclipse). He’s generally sarcastic and serious but the second he replies to what someone else said it’s clear he’s also internally a goofball. He doesn’t really care much about the main plot, he just likes hangin out with his buddies. When someone brings up his dramatic past, he tries not to react at all (but it’s obvious it really bothers him. He still feels guilty).

Vee/ Penny Flick- I haven’t decided yet. She’s actually a Pony-droid, despite that not making any sense. She loves her friends and exploring. She’s pretty impulsive and doesn’t have an attention span, and makes a habit of screaming at Comet’s magically powered toaster every Monday, Thursday, and third Wednesday. As far as anyone knows, her brain is just a couple hamsters, but like, in an adorable way. She’s incredibly brave, to a fault, and also her strange brand of Luck Magic sometimes means she’s the most powerful member of the group. But, you know, occasionally. Statistics and all that.

Grasshoper- He’s actually from G1 (aka 80’s mlp). With his ability of dimension hopping, he managed to escape Time Traveling Nightmare Moon. He’s very timid and probably cares a little too much (he would cry at a snake because it has no arms). He’s perpetually tired but it just makes him anxious. Despite the dramatic backstory, he still has hope, implying his name is intentionally spelled like that. Between dimensions he’s calm and devoid of emotion, almost like a reversed version of how he normally is. In terms of personality, he’s just like, a normal kid, basically. He doesn’t always get the context of whatever ramble the villans are going on, but at least the villans don’t mind repeating themselves a little for him. In terms of dramatic anime fights, Grasshoper will help, but hesitantly until the situation is dire, and by then he gives up his reservations. He’s got a pretty high agility stat, so he tends to do ok.

It’s kind of funny cause i realised just now all of them specialise in a certain stat anyway.. well. Cool! Also I like Twilight in this style. She tall.

ALSO TIME TRAVELING NIGHTMARE MOON IS IN FACT GORGEOUS SHE TURNED OUT SO WELLLL and she’s so powerful she breaks the color palette rule!! Also as it stands the basic outline is probably as far as this story will get, but i’m pretty happy with it, like most things, but i wanted to share it sooo yeah!

[curtaincallforalastor]

So seeing some redesigns for the Hazbin Hotel characters, got me in the mood to try it out myself. I first tried with Charlie, but I couldn’t come up with a cohesive and appealing idea, so I moved to Alastor instead.

I first made a list of Alastor’s characteristics and themes to help think of an idea to base his design around. 

I like how (supposedly) Al died because he was mistaken for a deer and shot, so I wanted his physical features to be “shaped like a deer” but without going full animal because I still wanted that gentlemanly appearance to come through.

After getting a rough silhouette figured out, I moved onto the face. I thought about incorporating some radio elements into his design, like making the eyes be reminiscent of radio dials, but the look seemed too off-putting for a general appearance. I wanted to retain the fact that Alastor at first glance is an unassumed threat, like he just seems friendly, or goofy, or somebody that doesn’t give the sense that they can cause incredible harm.

I figured the radio element would be implemented enough in just the voice and sound affects, which would be fitting for how audio-based radio is.

Another trait of the face I wanted to have was an even more exaggerated shape, just extra long and pointy. I also like how the nose gives his face a sort of skeletal look.

For the clothes, I really liked the idea of the cuffs/ends of the suit looking like they’ve been dragged through a swamp - stained and moss ridden. I like how it ties back in with his geological background. He’s still well-dressed, but has more physical attributes that lend towards him being a smelly, swampy, deer man.

With a general idea for the appearance, I played around with some different color palettes. I tried a different approach on the red color palette, I tried his original color palette, and then I tried going with a swamp color palette with green and brown.

I don’t have a definitive design yet. There may be more small details I may want to implement, and I haven’t decided on a final color scheme. This is just my WIP. Will I actually finish? Maybe, or maybe not. But I had fun with the early design stages, so I thought I’d share. (If any of y’all got feedback on the design, feel free to share.)

[gasha40k]

Not much has happened since the last post, both regarding building and painting, but I’ve done a little bit of painting in my free time. Alas, I am the most indecisive man yet born, and as such, I haven’t made any significant progress on any one single army as much as I’ve just… painted shit that I want to paint in the moment.

Here’s my first little group of red boys. Bloodletters are super fun to paint, consisting of maybe four or five paints, and being able to do a couple coats of base paint then slap Carroburg Crimson on the model and call it a day has been a great break from the relatively more complex painting projects that Astartes are.

I’m also particularly proud of the bases I made for them. Astrogranite Technical, an industrial amount of Blood for the Blood God, and a bit of drybrushing makes for cool little Khorne-realm adjacent environments for these dudes. It’s also a relatively easily replicable process, so it’s good for a horde army.

The one thing I’m not a huge fan of is their blades. I’d love to have bright, glowing, fiery Hellblades like in Total War: Warhammer 3, but the standard steel looks grimy enough that it works, and it was done using paints I had already on hand. I’ll probably experiment a bit with various fire effects in the future, likely giving fancy Hellblades to HQs and more expensive models like Bloodcrushers while keeping stock Bloodletters basic like this.

Moving on, marines! I’ve decided on a different color palette and heraldry, although these are such minor differences that they don’t matter a whole lot in the long run. I’ve swapped from Mechanicus Standard Gray to Skavenblight Dinge, and the gold kneepads now go on the left. I gotta figure out how to get my models less shiny, dude.

Here’s a closeup of a little auspex-esque doodad that I thought I did a good job on. Tiny little details, but they add a lot of character to the model. The base is also particularly high effort, especially in comparison to the flat brownish orange planes that my Astartes stood on prior. I’m excited to see my dudes all painted up, but that won’t be for a long while.

Especially not if I keep buying new shit. Welcome the first Thunderbearers Aggressors, Squad Terastrael. Aggressors are a fun unit and the kit is awesome, not to mention how grotesquely meta they are now (which definitely didn’t encourage this purchase, trust me).

Sergeant Terastrael comes with a trusty censer and a personal servoskull for better murder capabilities. His model is simple but distinct, especially in comparison to the other two.

The brother on the left is pretty standard save for his massive aquila icon and some excessive purity seals, which has come to be a common practice in my Chapter. The brother on the right differentiates himself with a sort of ceremonial or official side cape, which is a visual motif that I plan on standardizing in my army, since side and shoulder capes are raw as fuck. Similarly to Eradicator Squad Kellam, the army’s only other Gravis unit, they all come equipped with MKIII helmets for that proper Centurion adjacent look.

And last but not least, I finished painting a Shadowkeeper. Finalizing the color scheme was pretty fun, and the light highlights on this model were also quite fun. I still haven’t decided on bases for these dudes so I’m yet to really dig into finishing the models, but besides the fucking trim, they’re nice to paint.

The World Eaters are going on preorder, so I’m sure I’ll have some more Khornate shit to talk about before long. I will be buying that Angron model, so that’ll be a fun experience.

[kiwi-fr0g]

I wanted to share some random art of my oc. His name is Max. I’m still working on a story for him

I haven’t decided on a color palette for him yet 

[pcbug2003]

creative final project: create an alter ego

Alter ego

Name: Cruz 

Cruz personality traits:

Quiet confidence 

Plans ahead of time, morning person

Direct honest speaker, first to speak up

Confrontational instead of holding grudges

Does not say “like” as a filler word

Always sits up straight

Acts on boundaries

Wears silver 

Wears black and red

Make a cruz playlist:

It’s my life- talk talk 

Background

Cruz is a very respectable and channels their energy and drive into their field 

Cruz is the side of me that I usually suppress because I’m scared people will be intimidated by me. Sometimes I make myself small or try to be a people pleaser, but I am not fulfilled when I make myself smaller. Cruz will encourage me to be more ambitious. Right now, my goal is to find a job or another source of income. Being Cruz will stop me from being ashamed to put myself out there and instead I’ll be able to trust that I know what I’m doing and nothing else can get in my way. I already feel more confident in myself talking about this. 

10/25/22

In class it is very rigid. The atmosphere feels cold because one half of the class has a clique and the other half has another clique. I’m not sure why this is. I believe that everyone has a strong personality and unique perspective, but it is almost as if only the guys have grouped together and only branch out to each other, leaving the other half. This is very common though because there is a film hierarchy already present. Up until very recently, the only people who have been directors or reflected the demographic were men. Film is still very hard to advance in. I know we are somewhere halfway through the semester. I want to work with people I haven’t worked with yet, so as cruz I will talk to everyone sitting around me or find a reason to talk to them.

11/2/22

We are doing a presentation project where we have to break down a 4 minute scene shot by shot, lighting, camera floor plans, color palette, exposure graph, etc. of each shot. It is a highly extensive project that I think I should have started earlier but it's not due for another 4 days. I'm working with my partner Lucy and I think we have a good chemistry working with each other because our workload is very neatly divided. I feel like I have a headache because I have been working on just color palettes for hours. We have 60 scenes. Thinking like Cruz, I decided that we should pick “Knives Out” as the movie. I remember our professor showed us a video about shot types and it was briefly mentioned for a few seconds, so I know it is critically acclaimed. It has been easier to find information about it because the director, Rian Johnson, is very detail oriented. Cruz is not scared, Cruz only faces their problems, so I’ve decided to fully embrace the amount of work with full force. I want the presentation to be so good that people or at least the professor will be impressed. 

11/7/22

I was caught off guard because the presentations started for the slides today even though on Canvas the due date is also today. I went from calm and collected straight into a state of panic. Thankfully I didn’t have to present, but I never fully stopped working on the slides the whole class. I don’t know how I’m going to explain or expand on anything even though I have 95% of it done. I sat in the back of class and a guy even yelled at me for not paying attention to his presentation. As Cruz I reacted by not reacting. Many people looked awkwardly towards my way or nervously laughed, but I stayed typing. I am in no place to worry about the temper tantrums of others. I have greatness in mind. This is not a person I am a big fan of because they are rude to my professor and talk down to him. In the past they also talked down to me and said I was “lucky I met them” because they could “actually make me into something”. I was a bit smug to myself because they got a taste of their own medicine just by me being preoccupied with my own business. I will take it as a win that even though I am sitting in the back, I have started to rock the boat. Many people did a double take because I always sit in the front. I like that somehow my presence is still seen. I have also started to realize that many people in the class fake laugh and encourage him. Today I have not budged in order to show an apathetic stance. 

11/9/22

Today we did not present again, but I have failed as Cruz. Although I did make small talk with the people around me by asking if they were presenting and what movie they chose. I found that the guy next to me was shocked by my asking but soon turned out to be very kind as I was nervous. Both because I was out of my comfort zone, but I could mask that with also being nervous for my presentation. Lucy and I spent hours practicing how we’re going to present. We said over and over that we loved the presentation and that it was now special to us. I started to learn more about the film as we broke it down and we were both excited. My roommate gave us tips on our presentation and I knew I wasn’t fully there so I wrote my notes on index cards and now I won’t have to worry about leaving things unsaid and getting frustrated. I want to have no regrets and prove that we are knowledgeable. But because we went deep into detail it goes over the time limit. Lucy said we could present last after we hesitated and lost our chance to go second.The idea of rushing made me incredibly anxious. All of a sudden I became really sad and I couldn’t help it and I also felt myself bringing down Lucy's mood. At one point I picked up my bookbag on my lap, hugging it for comfort and looked down. Lucy and the guy next to me looked like they felt bad. The next people that went were people I believe are the smartest people in the class. Theirs was so long it took up the whole class period. Not surprisingly, they were also excited to break their presentation down and talk about their favorite parts. This made me forget my sadness because I remembered it is about having passion!! We didn’t present so I was grateful, but right after class I emailed my professor to make sure that we could present first. I am not going to fail to plan again.

11/14/22

Lucy and I presented and we couldn't contain our excitement. For the first time our very strict teacher praised us. My job was to include a waveform and RGB color value. I noticed in the presentations that everyone had the most trouble with that so I had looked up a tutorial on how to pull it up on Davinci Resolve. I found that I could also include a Vectorscope and more advanced color space all at once. He said he was very happy to see that we mentioned it and stopped to show the class what we had done. I felt a rush of happiness and Lucy and I looked at each other excitedly. Update: we got an 100!! It feels nice to not just have that grade for myself but also for my partner. As Cruz I think we set out to impress people and we reset the standard. 

11/16/22

In film class we received a review sheet for the final. I feel very intimidated because I feel like there is a lot of terminology and things that I have not fully grasped. Most of the time in class I will just sit there and pretend I understand the professor’s answer to my question even if I don’t. Today in class I brought flashcards with me. I had tried beforehand to re-read a few chapters of our textbook and find out which things might be on the test that I didn’t know. I only made a few cards. I was surprised to see that there are eighty terms on the review sheet. I was the only one with flashcards. It was hard to keep up back and forth because he was going really fast. I tried to ask a smart person in the class for help, but he seemed unsure of himself. As I sat next to him, I was surprised by his knowledge because he had the answer to almost everything, while I had the question for almost everything. I tried to ask my friends to form a study group, but to no avail.

11/24/22 

It is Thanksgiving break and I have gone from making a quizlet to using real flashcards again. I remember when I was younger I memorized the whole periodic table and recited it in the shower, any chance I had. Practice definitely does make perfect. I am slacking though, I have been watching a new show and putting off studying. It is a bit hectic back home as well. I think Cruz came out naturally on Thanksgiving. My mom had been making side comments about how much food I put on my plate, saying that my dress would rip open. I stood up to her and said “Don’t talk to me like that!” she said it was just a joke and I said “You’re being mean, that’s not a joke when you keep bullying me”. I think behind every joke is a little truth. She had been complaining about her size and also comparing herself to how skinny I was. The hardest thing for me to do is to set boundaries, but it has to be done or I have only myself to blame for the way people treat me. Another woman who wasn’t my mother seemed to be bothered that I stood up for myself, but it is not my job to be uncomfortable to let others happily joke about me regardless of who it is. I do not think I am funny and anyone who has a problem with me respecting myself benefits from me being quiet and submissive so they don't have to focus on themselves. Again in the car, my mom and sister were talking down to my brother about something that wasn't correct. Usually I would hold my tongue, but I pointed out where they were wrong even if I was on their side. They tried to tell me I was wrong, but instead of second-guessing myself, I stated that I was very clear in what I meant to say and meant every word. My mom then surprisingly admitted that she felt bad for misunderstanding him. 

11/26/22

Lately I have felt paranoid. People look at me in a way I don’t understand or maybe I am not used to. I have been wearing a very cool red and black hoodie which I think represents the part of me that is Cruz. I usually wear brighter and more gentle colors, but my curiosity has led me to become more bold. I have started to quickly see that those I have sought to be more like in my class are talented, but maybe lacking discipline. Being Cruz has shown me that people are not actually more sure of their path anymore than I am. I always followed other people because I thought that’s what I should do, so much so that I never realized I did it. As Cruz, I have become more separated from my classmates. I actually have become frustrated that some are not studying for the final exam. I have spent hours on my flashcards, rewritten everything on a blank paper from memory, then watched videos, and corrected information I had wrong. Everyone looks at me a bit dismissively. I am the only one who continues to take my flashcards out and It is weird to see that it bothers them. I would not expect that in college, especially if I mind my business. A girl was staring at me and I felt her from the corner of my eye. I looked straight at her and she never once looked over again. I feel as though I am too ambitious or becoming a try-hard, and then I remember I am in college because I want to learn. If I want something for myself it doesn’t make sense to follow or wait for the co-sign from my peers. I am staying humble to not make “enemies”. If I think I know it all, I know nothing. 

11/28/22

Today I found myself very focused on what the professor was saying. We had a day to ask questions before the test and I asked a lot. Soon I feel people staring at me again. Each time it took me out of my state of concentration. I have done everything to fix my posture. The other day I ordered a seat cushion that supports my back and now I can spend a longer time studying. I feel a lot like the character Elle Woods from Legally blonde. Although I haven't smiled as much. I am very serious about my grade though. I know there are people out there who don’t want me to be able to learn. It’s a privilege to be in college. Maybe to others lately I look like a serious dark character, but I have entered into a place where I actually like to study. I want to get the highest grade out of everyone, even a 100 maybe on the final exam. I do not want to shy away. People keep questioning why I have so many flashcards. I listen to the playlist I made for Cruz and it helps me. I know what I’m capable of and that people won’t trust the process until they see for themselves. Having a chip on my shoulder has kept me consistent. My mom believes I should drop out of college, but I want to make use of my resources while I'm here. 

11/30/22

I feel very upset because I got a few questions wrong on the final now that I realized. I don’t really want to even talk about it because I put so much work just to make careless mistakes despite how much I practiced. The bonus question I also got wrong. It was worth 10 points too. 

12/5/22

My professor stated that someone did in fact receive a perfect 100 on the final. Everyone was asking him if the person was in the room, but it was confidential. I GOT THE 100 ON THE FINAL EXAM. I was expecting a 90, but I got all the points on the bonus question. I was conflicted because everything I worked for was suddenly feeling like I put a target on my back. Everyone immediately looked towards me with eyes of jealousy, so I tried not to smile to hide that I was happy. My professor said he was very proud of this person and then I became happy again. I could see that he noticed all my efforts and he was very excited and waiting to see my reaction. It  feels very nice to have the last laugh after people dragged me for having 80 flashcards. I felt so happy that I started to weep (when all eyes were off me). It was nice to have people in the class admit that they did see how I worked hard even when they were upset by their grade. Some even asked me to compare my answers as an example. I am not intelligent but I try. I would say I am one step closer to building a reputation as a knowledgeable person in my field. I said I couldn’t believe my life and then it was like Cruz took over to correct me mid sentence and I said, actually I CAN believe it. Hard work will never betray you!! 

12/11/22

After the test I had to remember to keep my grades up in my other classes rather than let this go to my head. I have always wanted to work at the FMA equipment office, so I put in a submission. I will hear an answer back tomorrow. 

I created Cruz as an alter ego to become more assertive in my field. Film is very competitive with a lot of diverse personalities. I have always struggled because I am shy and my biggest problem is I do not ask for help. It has done more harm to me than good. My parents have always told me to speak up. It is a very aggressive field. I think I always have had “Cruz” in me, it was just covered. Although it has significantly helped, at some point I realized it was taking over unconsciously, not because I was pretending but because the minute I decided to believe in this version of me, I eventually could prove it to myself.

[unu-nunu-art]

Template's redesign can be found here

Not gonna lie, it took me SO MANY attempts to get his redesign to a point that I liked. While Pale is a blank slate in every literal meaning, it also gives pretty much unlimited freedom for his redesign. On the other hand, there are also limits to his color palette, since his design has to have light and pastel colors and also shouldn't follow a "theme". Redesigning a character is really no easy task, even if it's just some change of clothing...

So in the end I simply decided what I personally like and what would suit him, and this is the result! Pale would always prefer cozy clothes over anything else, and he's simply not the same without that turtleneck sweater (trust me - I tried). So he ended up with some baggy jacket, a simply and nice turtleneck shirt and some mismatched socks because why not? And I LOVE the combination of orange and blue, if you haven't noticed yet o3o

Since Pale as before lacks emotions, there isn't much of a notable change in his personality. He will still use the core of an AU to gain emotions and doesn't have much of an own will. That makes him easy to persuade and manipulate (if you can even call it that?). Of course everyone is still free to use his old design. View it as an addition, not a replacement ;D

If you have any questions let me know!

[omiscurls]

Diluc, zhongli and childe reaction to their s/o breaking up with them after something they said, maybe after a week or so after they argument they think the s/o forgave them but they break up instead? I WANT THE ANGST

consequences

plot: reader decides to break up with the character after not speaking to them

contains: diluc, zhongli, tartaglia (idk how am i going to do this to my special boy but ill try my best)

warnings: angst, breakups, implied past toxic behavior

a/n: OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO HARD- I DONT HAVE THE HEART TO BREAKUP WITH PEOPLE

diluc

hopeless thoughts ran through your head as you fought with yourself about wether to enter angel’s share or not, hand halfway through to the doorknob. your mind hadn’t been made up just yet, you were still in between two very different scenarios - the urge to forgive him for his hurtful words growing stronger each day, as anger and other emotions subdued to loneliness and the feeling of a part of you missing, ever since the two of you stopped talking.

your mind flashed back to the exact moment when you looked into diluc’s eyes, always so soft and calm for you, forming a way of anger he never expressed towards you before. to the feeling you got right then and there that this man is not the same one you’ve met and fell in love with.

the process of coming to terms with that conclusion was as painful as the first strike of his angry glare, and even though he seemed to have realized the weight of his words right after saying them out loud, no matter how hard you tried, you could not erase them from your memory.

one strike of that pain, one memory of that night was enough to make you go through with your plan, door to the bar opening with a little screech.

it was like just another late afternoon, with charles tending the bar, knights and townsfolk filling the hot room, and the smell of alcohol traveling through the air.

“hi” you said to the bartender “is master diluc around?”

charles, busy with his work, quickly replied that he’s out back, opening a barrel. you nodded and went where his directions guided, pushing open yet another door to see the back of the man you loved, looking just as always from this angle, working over said chore. he didn’t even seem to mind the fact that someone walked in on him working.

“diluc” you said with a sigh, and he almost immediately turned around, tools falling from his hands and onto the ground.

“darling, hi” he replied quietly, walking over to you but stopping half way, eyes set to analyze your expression, figure out what was going on in your mind. “i’m glad you’re here safely, i haven’t heard from you in over a week” he added cautiously, as if weighing every word before deciding to say it out loud.

“well” you sighed again, once again going over wether you should actually break things off right then, mind taking pity on his troubled expression, tired eyes, on the obvious eyebags that were much more apparent than before, a sign that he didn’t catch too much sleep. “i had to come to terms with what i’m about to say”

he wanted to tell you he was sorry, he really did, but words didn’t seem to come out of his throat. obviously he was sorry, it was a bad day and he meant none of what he said, but you knew that, right? you knew he always cared for you and loved you… right?

he wasn’t the best with words, hence, the idea of apologizing with a gesture after you were done teaching him his lesson came to mind. a brilliant idea, one could never go wrong with a thoughtful deed for their significant other, just give him one more chance.

“and my conclusion is, we need to take a step back and… reevaluate things in our lives. i’m not saying this is the ultimate end, but what you’ve said, and how you’ve said it made me realize…”

you were making a good point. you were talking about your feelings. he should listen, but the only thing he heard was the blood pumping through his veins, and the two single words

the end

so there won’t be another chance? he won’t be able to prove himself? what do you mean, the end? the best thing that ever happened to him in his sad life was coming to an end because of him? but he was so careful, he treated you like his treasure, because that’s how he truly felt, like his lifeline, something he could never lose…

and all it took was one sentence too much, one glare too intense. for the first time in what, six, maybe seven years, his eyes began to water, as he blinked the tears back at a rapid pace.

“… and that was a shitty thing to do. i hope you know that. i don’t know if i had anything else i wanted to say, perhaps i did, but… that’s all. see you around, i guess” you mumbled, loosing confidence in what you were saying, taking one last glance at his lost eyes before turning around.

turning around from him, from the love of your life, was perhaps the hardest thing you ever had to do, and yet you did do it.

before you could reach the door again, though, a cold hand caught your forearm. your eyes met his, with just a glimmer of hope that he would magically say all the right words and somehow make you stay, you didn’t want to leave, yet knew you had to. if you wanted to preserve the respect you had for yourself, you had to leave.

why were you giving him time to say something?

his helpless gaze seemed to speak with a thousand words, begging, pleading you to not leave through that door, but as much as his lips did part, not a single word left.

he couldn’t say anything to hold you back, and you ripped away from his grip, turned, and walked away.

and just like that,

he was all alone, again.

he was gonna need a drink.

zhongli

tears flooded your vision, blurring every details of zhongli’s face, causing you to only see a pale color palette, instead of your favorite person, ever. maybe it was for the best, maybe it would make it easier, you thought, but that was a foolish thing to hope for.

even through the salty tears, you could make out his eyes, it’s glow never failing to guide you, and comfort you, now seeming to burn their way through you, through your body and soul.

“you’re stuck in another love, zhongli, we both know that!” you exhaled a bit louder than you intended to, the outcome sounding more like an accusation than a fact. “how can you ever say you love me, when it’s so obvious, and so apparent, that every time you look at me, you see someone else? you HOPE for someone else?”

you could only wish the words you spoke didn’t come out as a complete mess, because of those tears you were constantly choking on. desperation seeped through your voice, as the feeling of helplessness rose every time you looked at your lover and at the anguish, and confusion he presented.

how could he make this so hard? it’s not like you’ve presented some statement he didn’t know already, right?

you hoped your eyes would say all the things you didn’t trust your voice to. you hoped he’d somehow hear how all you ever wanted was to be enough, was to meet his standard, how it tore you open that every time he said <i love you> his eyes wandered everywhere but onto yours, how all his touches seemed absent, how all his compliments were truly about some other face, some other smile, some other kind soul.

the worst part was, how could you blame him? how can anyone, ever, blame someone for being in love, of all things? love was something beautiful, and once you’ve experienced it, you’re drowned in it forever, and don’t even want to see the surface again.

love is beautiful. when you’re the one who’s receiving it. love was beautiful, to you, too, when you loved how his wisdom flew through his words, how his kindness hugged your spirit, how his aura brought you comfort. you loved his eyes, you loved his cheeks, his lips, every single detail of his skin.

the love you felt made you complete, made you warm, until you finally realize the thing you should’ve seen much sooner.

that you were merely a mirror for him to look at someone else, someone long gone.

suddenly all the warmth you felt was directed back at you, burning you inside, making you wish you never felt it in the first place.

“aren’t you gonna say something?” you whispered.

his long fingers found their way to your hand, but you snatched it away.

if you fell onto his charms now, you wouldn’t be able to get out once more.

his breath hitched as he gathered himself to speak

“i want nothing more than to love you” he said, although quietly, it rang through your ears like the loudest of screams.

you scoffed.

“we both would’ve wanted that, then”

“and i’m sure i can, if you just—“

now, laughter was all that you were capable of letting out.

“zhongli, you can’t train yourself to love someone. and even if you could, then how do you think that would make me feel? like i’m so unlovable you had to force yourself through it to grow accustomed to a feeling similar to love?”

“that’s not what i—“

“that’s what it means! let it go, please, please just… let me go” you sighed, standing up from the bench over at liyue harbor that you were sitting on. the sun has begun to set on the other side of the sea, and you couldn’t help but notice, it would’ve been the perfect date.

“i do sincerely hope you’ll find someone who’ll love you just the same” he finally stated, as he gave up on trying to make you stay.

“why?” you chuckled “so i could make them suffer the same way you made me?”

tartaglia

(archons give me strength)

you found nothing but guilt, looking into the endless ocean trapped in his eyes. for the first time in forever, they glistened, but not with a spark of joy, like you always hoped they would, they shone a sickly shine, caused by a thin layer of tears, that didn’t dear to spill over his porcelain cheeks, almost as if afraid of making contact with the ruthless face of the number eleven of the fatui harbingers.

he could’ve easily been crying if only he let himself go. he would’ve been in tears, sniffing and coughing, but he just… wasn’t. he held those tears in the gates of his eyes, as if his life depended on it.

the guilt you found inside them, wasn’t his, but yours. you felt guilty, watching this composed, confident man fall into pieces right before you, crumbling before your sight. why were you doing this? you seemed to forget all those terrible things you’ve heard just from the way his irises begged for forgiveness and brows furrowed in inexplicable sadness.

but you couldn’t, no, this time you couldn’t.

“my word” you swore on dear life you’d burst into tears if your voice shook right now “my word is final. we’re over. and that’s… that’s it. you need to understand that there won’t be another chance.”

the moment his lips parted, you knew you were lost.

“i have told you so many times already, but i will say this as much as i need to, it will never happen again! i swear, on everything i love and everything that i am, i swear on life itself, i won’t ever let that happen again! you know i won’t! come on, i promise you, if there’s anything you can say about me is i do keep my promises, don’t i? darling, please…”

“promise yourself to heal and become better, first” you stated coldly, watching faith disappearing slowly from his fixed look.

“im sorry, you know i am, im sorry, im sorry, im so fucking sorry!” a scream left his throat as desperation took over both reason and self-respect.

“sorry isn’t gonna cut it”

“then what will? i’ll do anything, anything in the world, anything to prove myself to you. i get that you can’t love me, i understand that, but please, let me win your trust again.”

he said unnaturally calmly, compared to what he did before, and you got concerned immediately.

i understand that you can’t love me, his words rang through your head. oh god, what were you doing? guilt stroke again, right at where you felt your heart to be.

right when you wanted to turn around and leave, he must’ve sensed that, and pulled you into a tight embrace. not suffocating, as they often describe it, not toxic and desperate, but… as loving as every other hug you’ve ever received from him. as calming and grounding, even though you could feel his heart racing. he didn’t refuse for you to leave, he didn’t trap you.

you understood after a while,

he was saying goodbye. all the love trapped inside his heart seeped out onto you, all his feelings surrounding and engulfing you.

“let me promise you this” he whispered, voice shaking painfully “the next time i’ll see you, i’ll be a better man. someone you will be able to be proud of, someone worthy of both your trust, and love. i won’t stop until i’ll be enough for you to look at me without the disgust and fear you have now. i promise. i’ll be better.”

“until then, then.” was the only thing you were capable of saying before leaving.

as soon as the door shut behind you, you rested against a wall and covered your mouth with a hand, unable to hold your tears any longer.

you heard a cry through the door. so he does have some feelings left, after all

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[yuulina-vre]

Distracting

Summary: Spencer gets home.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word count: 887 words

a/n: This is part of my 200 Follower Special ^^ Feel free to leave a request here.

When Spencer’s on cases, the days slow down to a snail’s speed, Y/N sits at home worrying, not knowing when he’ll finally come back home, and sometimes, she doesn’t even get texts from him at all. He sometimes forgets though he does try to call frequently, at least. Sometimes even that is not possible, and Y/N is left alone with her thoughts. She could call Penelope, spencer allowed her that, but Y/N never does. She trusts Spencer to keep her safe and for someone to call if something happens. Still, sometimes she needs to relieve her stress somehow. And that’s how she finds herself sitting in Spencer’s apartment, an easel set up against the wall so she can look out the window. A soft brush is in her right hand, and a palette of colors is in her other. At first, she didn’t want to paint anything, but over time, she found that time flew by quicker if she occupied herself. She wasn’t that good at drawing, which resulted in her taking some classes for half a year, each time Spencer’s gone. Now almost two years later, she’s fairly good at it and even manages to sell some of her works to earn some extra money.

Spencer’s already been gone for almost two weeks. From what she heard it’s a particularly cruel one, involving young families. Spencer doesn’t manage to reach out to her frequently, sometimes not even calling for a few days on end. Her stress level rises with every passing day so she finally decided it’s time for a new painting It’s raining outside so she’s not really able to sit in the park or outside a café to paint anything but she never painted the view from Spencer’s apartment and to be honest. It’s quite a beautiful view if the sin sets at the right time of the year. Y/N is not that good at painting rain and water drops but it’s not like she has a timeline for this one. Practice is all she needs and this is a pretty good opportunity.

The longer she sits in front of the window, concentrating on the droplets and the view the faster the time runs by without her noticing. So, it’s no wonder she doesn’t hear the footsteps in the hall or the key getting shoved into the keyhole. She doesn’t notice the flight getting flipped on or the man stepping inside. She’s so deep in her mind space that the hand on her shoulder startled her so hard that she lets out a high-pitched scream and nearly falls off of her stool. “Dear God!”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Spencer smiles at her with an amused expression, his unruly hair looking even more disheveled. “I called your name a few times.” It takes Y/N a second to really register what’s happening. “Oh, my- Spence! You’re home!” Instantly the brush gets thrown to the floor, the palette roughly placed on the windowsill and Y/N jumps up from her stool only to throw herself onto Spencer’s. He stumbles a few steps backward but holds her tightly as he laughs. “I am.” He smiles and presses a kiss on her forehead. “I tried to call you but I figured you were sleeping.”

“Sleeping? It’s not even four yet.” Y/N looks up at Spencer with a confused expression but the man just shakes his head with a grin. “It’s past 1 am, sweetheart.”

“What? When?” She loses her arms a bit but doesn’t let go of him. She turns to look out the window only to find the streetlamps on and the sky black. Her eyes then dart to the clock on the wall, confirming spencer’s words. It is the middle of the night. “Oh.”

“Come on sweetheart.” Spencer’s fingers softly wrap around her back, pressing her a bit firmer into his own body. Y/N goes willingly with a small. Inhaling deeply, she smells Spencer’s aftershave and the unfamiliar body wash from the hotel he probably showered at before leaving. “Let’s get to bed, yeah? I’m kinda tired and you probably haven’t been sleeping all that much as well.”

“You know I don’t sleep right without you anymore.” Y/N gazes up at him with a small smile. “Can we stay like this for a moment?”

“Why?” Spencer aches an eyebrow, though some sort of amusement plays in his eyes. “I just missed you.”

“I missed you too.” And just like that, he leans in to press a soft lingering kiss to her lips. She really hopes that he’s staying home for a few days longer now. “You let me look at what you did?” Spencer gestures at the painting with one hand but Y/N shakes her head. “It’s not finished yet.”

“But it looks so good already.” Spencer pouts a bit, but Y/N stays relentless. Instead of letting him mope a bit longer, she takes his hands from her pack and pulls him off to the bedroom. “Nope. Come on. I’ve earned some cuddles while waiting.” Spencer’s laugh echoes in her ears as she lies down in bed and cuddles up to him. His breathing is soft and deep, his heart beats steadily. One day, she promises herself, she will be able to draw him as perfectly as he really is, but for now, this is enough.

[todrokishoto]

fluff ft. bakugou, deku and todoroki

character(s): katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, shouto todoroki

warning(s): i don’t think there are any? it’s just pure fluff. mentions of eating/food, though.

summary: just some fluff with the three musketeers. 

a/n: found inspo from this prompt list so,,, enjoy! also, come talk to me about the first episode of season 5!!!

B A K U G O U 

a pair of crimson eyes are staring at you when you reluctantly open your own. it takes a moment for you to adjust to the harsh rays of light fighting their way through the blinds. once you do though, you feel your brows furrow as you meet the gaze of your boyfriend. you offer a sheepish smile at his unamused face, seeing straight through him immediately. 

“good morning to you, too, grump.”

his lips tighten as he studies your face. ignoring his scrutinizing gaze, you sit up, despite the protests from your body. you roll your neck, a sigh of relief escaping you as the tension eases. sensing your boyfriend’s urge to say something, you turn your head to look at him. 

“no breakfast? i thought sundays were eat-breakfast-in-bed kind of days?” you’re teasing, naturally, but your words still spark something in your hot-headed partner. 

he grunts. “i would’ve had breakfast ready but you were sleeping on my arm and i didn’t want to wake you.” 

your heart swells as he rubs the back of his neck, suddenly finding the duvet covers very interesting. you push away the urge to continue your teasing, fully-aware of how easily it could turn into an argument if he isn’t in the mood. you smile at him when he meets your eyes again. 

“your arm’s asleep, isn’t it?” you muse, noticing how he’s rubbing it with his other arm. 

“yeah, no shit. because you slept on it for eight shitty hours.”

“how about i make breakfast today then?” 

you throw the covers aside, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. when your feet are planted on the ground, you go to stand up but a hand wraps around your waist before you can do so. he pulls you back down effortlessly and you squeal, colliding with his bare chest. 

“or we could order food and just stay in bed until it gets here,” katsuki suggests, his lips brushing against the exposed skin of your shoulder.  

M I D O R I Y A 

“it’s so pretty,” you gush, your eyes fixated on the view in front of you.

the wind takes ahold of your hair, playing with it briefly before moving on. you wrap it back behind your ear mindlessly, still mesmerized by the scene unfolding before your eyes. the ocean sparkles underneath the remaining sunlight, reflecting the most perfect color palette from the sky above. 

pinks, yellows, oranges, and blues mixed together so perfectly you can’t bring yourself to tear your gaze away. it had to have been one of the prettiest sunsets you had ever seen. you lean forward, analyzing every detail, feeling the railing press against your waist in the process. 

there is no reply from your boyfriend and you turn in his direction. his wide, green eyes are already looking at you when you do so and you feel your heart speed up immediately. there’s a look within them that cannot be described as anything other than pure adoration. 

“i love you,” your freckled partner blurts, a rosy color tinting his cheeks. 

“i love you, too,” you respond, not even bothering to hide your wide grin. “i-is there something on my face though? you’re kind of—”

he shakes his head almost furiously, his wild green locks bouncing all over the place. you watch with amusement, the wings of the butterflies moving just as crazily as your boyfriend’s hair. he grabs your hand in his own and it still surprises you how perfectly your hands fit together, fingers intertwining immediately. 

“i-it’s just... i remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror,” he pauses, his green orbs meeting yours again. “and now you’re my girlfriend and i just— feels kind of surreal, y’know?” 

you nod, understanding his feelings exactly. “well, i’m glad you mustered up the courage to move on from the mirror. i can’t imagine my life without you, zuku.” 

T O D O R O K I

the two of you are lying on his bed, limbs intertwined, noses almost touching. no words are being exchanged, just the sounds of your breathing filling the silence engulfing the room. yet, there is not an ounce of awkwardness. you’re both at ease with each other. 

it took awhile to knock down his walls but you had been determined. during the months of your mission to get to know the quiet boy, countless questions had been asked but not nearly as many had been answered. to be quite frank, silence had been a regular occurrence and by now, neither one of you minded one bit. 

feelings had blossomed, too, which you hadn’t been able to foresee. little did you know that a mission to bring your classmate out of his shell would result in a relationship, but you didn’t mind that one bit either. the two-toned boy had confessed his feelings before you could, blunt as ever. 

being with shouto is refreshing. you don’t have to go out on a limb and try to read his mind; he is very willing to share his thoughts if the right questions are asked. sometimes, even without being prompted to do so. he brings a whole new level of excitement into your life that you had no idea you needed until you met him. 

“i want to marry you.”

and, just like that, the silence was broken. his words take you by surprise. while him sharing his thoughts happen regularly, you still haven’t gotten used to just how blunt (and sometimes a little oblivious) he could be. 

his words echo in your mind, every gear churning to process them. the two of you have been classmates for almost three years already, but have been together less than six months. there is no denying that you are completely and utterly in love with him, but this conversation had yet to be brought up. until now, it seems. 

“not now, obviously,” he explains, his bicolored eyes studying you closely, obviously noticing your distress. he knows you better than anyone. “but sometime in the future. i cannot picture a future without you in it, y/n.” 

your cheeks hurt from smiling, your heart thumping against your rib cage like a galloping horse. your boyfriend remains - seemingly, anyway - unfazed, merely continuing his staring. you can tell he doesn’t expect a response. 

“i want to marry you sometime in the future, too, shouto.” 

your words come with ease because you mean them with your whole being. if he isn’t in your future then you don’t want it. you had decided as much during your first conversation. 

he smiles. then, he closes the barely-there gap between your faces, his lips meeting yours. he’s so gentle you can barely feel it, so you grab a handful of his shirt, pulling him even closer. he doesn’t object, his smile only widening against your lips. 

[eruden-writes]

OH LOOK ANOTHER DARN ORC.

ಥ_ಥ They won’t leave me alone.

I’ll probably alter his design to have more scars. I just needed to get a color palette down, since he’s not the mainstream orc green.

I do have a bit written of a story (with another OC, Twyla, who I haven’t drawn yet) but I don’t have a whole lot planned. It’s a half-baked idea. lol

The story is a general medieval fantasy setting, taking place after orcs took over a kingdom. A servant woman catches Vulker’s eye for political reasons.

Anywhoo, a snippet of Vulker and Twyla’s story is below the cut.

Saeral castle and kingdom had fallen to the orcs.

As the case for any successful siege, a feast was prepared days after the orcs’ victory. However, unlike the king and counsel and generals, the human servants were left to continue their day-to-day work. Including preparation for the gluttonous meal.

Honestly, very little had changed, from Twyla’s viewpoint. Despite orcs being notoriously brutal on the battlefield, there had been few fatalities the night of the sudden battle. Not to say there weren’t injuries. Oh no, those were plentiful, some a little more severe than others. Yet, at least those casualties were still breathing and alive.

The only major alteration, at least for the servants of the castle, were the names being traded in gossip.

“I heard Vulker, the leader, pissed on the old king yesterday!”

The older woman’s giddy gossip caused Twyla to pause, briefly, in kneading biscuit dough. A queasy sensation grasped at her gut, thinking of King Mathius - proud and arrogant - being subjected to such humiliation. It didn’t help that the man was her half-brother. Overlaid on the tall, composed adult, she couldn’t help remembering the gangly little boy he’d once been.

The gossip’s partner wrinkled her nose at the proclamation. “Why’d he do that?”

“Mathius said he’d sooner drink piss than address Vulker with regard,” replied the older gossip, a gleeful malice in her words. Her words came quicker, pitching a little higher as she fought against giggles, “So Vulker undid his own pants and said ‘drink up’ and, like I said, pissed right on him!”

That sounded about right, Twyla decided, resisting an urge to sigh. Mathius was too proud for his own good, especially after military school. People wanted to put him in his place. As the two cackled, Twyla forced herself to continue working the dough and shove thoughts of her half-brother aside.

But ever since the orcs took over, an added tension threaded through her muscles. It was no secret she was Mathius’s half-sister, four years his elder. She had been born of King Dalier’s mistress, Lady Elvera. She’d been allowed to live the life of a princess, with her father doting on her, until Mathius took the throne at age nineteen.

Seeing as Mathius was born of Queen Marium and King Dalier, a true heir, to say he held distaste for Twyla’s parentage was an understatement. He’d stripped her of rank, denied her ties to their father, but was ‘kind’ enough to keep her on as a maid. She supposed he at least harbored a faint fondness for her. Perhaps he vaguely remembered the days when she took her duty as his older sister, even as a half-sister, very seriously. Well, until Queen Marium had him sent off to a military academy and he became insufferable and pompous.

Her fall had been seven years ago. It always startled her to realize how much time had passed since then. Drudgery made every day, every month and year, a blur of work and ingratitude.

“Twyla, run the roasted boar and veal out to our guests at the high table,” snapped the head cook, tearing Twyla from bittersweet memories. The chef rolled her eyes, familiar bitterness laden in her tone, “I’ll be grabbing a cask of mead. Fifth one this evening.”

She simply nodded understanding, wiping her hands free of flour as the cook bustled to the underground cellar. Of course, Twyla didn’t want to go out there. But she learned long ago that arguing with Matilde would do no good. If anyone argued against the old cook, it often ended with the offender wearing Matilde’s stinging hand-print on their cheek and the nastiest dredges of gruel for weeks.

There was no reason to be concerned. Like the surprisingly low fatalities, there’d been no talk of orcs forcing themselves on anyone. Which was unlike the stories many whispered among each other when talking about orcs. Twyla’s lips pressed tightly together, wondering if it was only a matter of time.

As she picked up the platters, she shook the concerns from her thoughts. There was no hint of such trouble, yet. As soon as there was, she could determine what to do.

The chaos of the kitchen mirrored the raucousness swathing the Great Hall. A multitude of wooden tables had been set up, creaking under the weight of leaning bodies and food. The clatter of cutlery, deep-bellied laughter, and the subtle sound of ever-shifting bodies assaulted Twyla’s ears. It felt stiflingly hot in the Great Hall. Hotter than when King Matius would host feasts.

There was too much detail for Twyla to take in. Skin colors ranging from pale green and ice blue and almost pastel reds to deep forest greens and midnight blues and burnt sienna reds. Walking between the tables, it felt as if the orcs’ voices rumbled down to her very bones, turning her blood into a frothy liquid.

Twyla had to steady herself, readjusting her grip on the two huge platters on each arm, with a deep breath before moving toward the high table. Usually, it was reserved for important figures, like her half-brother, his family, his counsel, and knights.

Now, a row of orcs sat there, overseeing the chaos from their upraised table. They were all hulking beasts in an array of colors, she realized. Leather strained over thick musculature, wood creaked under their weight. She skirted behind them, quickly dodging between motioning arms to set her platters down on either side of the - presumed - leader.

She kept her eyes down and barely breathed, willing herself to melt into the background of notice to these orcs. Let them continue focusing on their food and drink and talk. Don’t even pay the human any mind.

Her thoughts must have echoed too loudly in her head, for the orc she hovered beside inclined their face toward her. “What’s your name?”

Her body went still, perhaps frozen by her blood running cold. Briefly, her eyes darted to the orc’s face. Fright barely let her register any details, besides jasper red-orange skin and curious deep gold eyes.

The orcs didn’t know who Twyla was. She doubted anyone remembered her ties to King Dalier. So many servants had come and gone in that time. As for the courtesans, they simply hadn’t care. As soon as she was dropped into the roster of servants, all memory of her had been erased from their minds.

“Twyla, m’lord.” A faint memory stirred at the back of her head. Some lesson from a tutor that her father supplied for her younger self. “She/her.”

“Ah, someone with some manners.” The smile spread slow and beguiling across the orc’s lips. Twyla tried not to stare as their lips moved around the tusks jutting from their lower jaw. “I’m Vulker, he/him.”

A beat of relief fluttered over Twyla as she nodded, then moved to leave, presuming herself dismissed. There couldn’t be anything this orc - the leader of the takeover, for gods’ sakes - wanted to speak to a servant about.

“Are you related to Mathius?”

[mikodrawnnarratives]

The boy. Is here.

I am really happy with his color palette to say the least! And I was able to get his design decided in one session and be happy with it which isn’t very common. But his hair design is still up for change as I haven’t drawn him at other angles yet.

At first, I didn’t think that I would redesign Chat Noir but when I made Ladybelle’s, I realized I would need to change some things to make it apply better with the new rules of the miraculous I’ve made. I added more green to the suit and made it look a little more comfortable. He has a hood that he can lift up whenever he wants to in the back and has 4 pockets. (You get to guess where the other two are)

I decided against bringing the bell back in but I was able to keep the gold in the design. I was inspired by a few designs with Chat Noir having darker hair and I wanted it to tie into the kwami’s affecting the hair and eyes. 

Which redesign do you prefer? Ladybelle’s or Chat Noir’s?

[zafirosreverie]

Can I request a Agatha x reader where there in west view and its the final battle (but let’s pretend there having it on the ground) and Agatha gets distracted by something and isn’t ready so human reader stands in front of Agatha and takes the blast so then Agatha goes full on witch and like almost kills Wanda and then goes a takes reader home and heals her. Happy ending please.

Sorry it took me so long dear! But here it is! Hope you like it <3

Harkness or Y/L/N? (Agatha x Fem!reader)

Where the fuck were they?

One second you were having breakfast and the next one hell exploded in front of your face. Agatha and Wanda broke out of the floor and quickly disappeared in the sky. Red and purple magic wrapping them. You blinked and looked at the giant hole in your house. You could see your basement from there. Oh no. Agatha must have revealed herself to Wanda. 

Oh shit.

You ran out of the house, looking at the sky, but you couldn’t see any of them. This was bad, really bad. 

“Y/N!” you turned to see Tommy running to you. 

“Tommy! What happened?” 

“Mom and aunt Agnes are fighting! There are soldiers and dad is fighting another dad but white” he quickly said and you frowned

“What the-”

“Billy said to come for you” he said, taking your hand and not giving you time to process it all. 

A second later you were in the park. You gasped. People were running away, soldiers were entering Westview, Vision flew away with White Vision, Geraldine Monica had Billy against herself, protecting him, and Wanda and Agatha were in the middle of everything, throwing magic balls at each other. 

Chaos.

You ran to Monica, holding Tommy’s hand. She sighed in relief when she saw you. She thought something had happened to you for a moment. 

“What’s going on?” she asked 

“The hell i know?” you said and turned to look at the two witches. “They’re going to destroy everything if we don’t stop them”

“How?” 

“Why is aunt Agnes attacking mom?” Billy asked and you frowned.

“She’s not. Mom’s the one attacking her” Tommy said before you could answer. See? This is why he was your favorite.

“It doesn’t matter” you said “We need to stop them. Now” 

“How?!” Monica asked again. 

You looked around, trying to come up with a plan. You knew that you could calm Agatha, convince her to take this fight to another place, somewhere with no people around. 

“Ok, here’s the plan. Do you think you could stop the soldiers?” They nodded “Good, I’ll try to talk with Agatha, maybe i can make them stop at least for a moment. That should give you enough time to take everyone out of here”

They nodded again and ran to fight. You took a deep breath and turned to the witches. Agatha was powerful, but Wanda was furious. You didn’t know what the hell happened between them in the basement, but it wasn’t good. 

“At least they’re not flying” you thought. It would have been harder to stop them if they were.

One of Wanda’s power balls made a building fall and you gasped. There were people under it! They could die! But a purple smoke stopped the concrete pieces in midair, giving people time to run and escape unscathed. You smiled to yourself. At least your girlfriend wasn't completely evil after all (Not that it mattered, you'd follow her to the end of the world even if she was). 

But it seemed that the other witch didn’t care, using the distraction to attack Agatha.

It all happened too fast. You saw Wanda’s angry expression and the giant ball of red energy forming between her hands. Agatha wasn’t paying attention. You ran to her instinctively, yelling her name. 

You screamed in pain as the red ball mercilessly struck your body, sending a wave of electricity through your veins and raising your body temperature significantly.

In other words, you were burning alive from the inside out. And hell it was painful.

Wanda gasped as you fell unconscious on the floor. Where the hell did you come from?! But she wasn’t the only one staring at you in disbelief. Agatha not only heard you yelling her name, she also felt your pain when you took Wanda’s attack. 

“Y/N!” She ran to you, kneeled beside you and tried to wake you up “Please, love, don’t do this to me” she begged you. 

Wanda was still in shock. She didn't want to hurt you! You weren’t supposed to appear out of nowhere just to help Agatha of all people! She knew you were her girlfriend, but she assumed you would change your mind when you discovered Agatha’s real colors. Little she knew, you were a huge fan of that color palette.  

“Ags” you whispered and the witch sighed in relief, hugging you close to her chest. You felt her heart racing. 

“Why did you do it? You shouldn’t have done it. I could have lost you” she was almost crying.

“Because I love you, silly” you smiled. You were too weak, but you managed to caress her cheek “Aggs..”

“Yes, love?” She asked, confused at the smirk that was slowly appearing on your face.

“Unleash hell” you said before closing your eyes again. 

The witch gasped and you knew she thought you were unconscious again, but you weren’t. You waited until she let you on the floor carefully, and heard her steps getting away from you, to open your eyes again. 

Wanda took a step back when Agatha turned to her. Her eyes weren’t blue anymore, not even purple like the first time she used her magic in front of her. They were completely black. There was no trait of white in her eyes, as if she didn’t have eyeballs at all. And then there was the purple glow again, coming out from the darkness. 

“What-”

“You shouldn’t have done that, little witch” Agatha interumped Wanda “You Really. Shouldn’t. Have.”

Before Wanda could do anything, a purple smoke swallowed her. It was strange, because she didn’t feel much power coming from it, but looking at Agatha’s lifeless eyes, she knew she was in trouble.

Vision, Monica, Billy and Tommy turned to the women when Wanda screamed of pain. Agatha was just standing there, your body lying on the floor behind her. Wanda was trying to attack her, but every time she threw a spell, it would hit the purple dome Agatha put around her and then hit her back with more strength. 

Monica took the twins away while Vision flew to the witches. She knew what was happening. 

Wanda was slowly killing herself.

You smirked. Damn your girl was hot. You felt bad for Wanda for crossing paths with an angry Agatha, but well, she tried to kill her, and that’s something you wouldn’t forgive. Nobody touches your witch.

When the younger witch fell to her knees, too tired and injured from her own spells, Agatha smirked. She felt Vision floating to them, but she didn’t even turn to him while she put a dome around him too. At least the android knew better and didn’t try to attack. He knew it would just come back to him.

“When your little wife wakes up” she said to Vision, but kept staring at Wanda “be sure she understands how lucky she is. Tell her how thankful she must be. Thankful that my precious Y/N has a bigger heart than any of us together and that she loves those children of yours. Because that, dear Vision, is the only reason i won’t kill her.” 

With that, she released the android. He just nodded and watched as Agatha made the dome around Wanda get smaller and smaller until the purple smoke was wrapped around her. She threw one last ball to Wanda’s head and the witch fell unconscious on her husband’s arms.

“If she ever places a single finger on my girlfriend, ever again, i’ll kill her without a second thought” she warned Vision, her eyes still black. The man nodded again and flew away with his wife. 

You smiled as Agatha approached you and took you in her arms. Her eyes slowly turned back to normal when she noticed you were awake. She couldn't believe you. You knew! You knew the power you had over her.

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Three days after that, you were still in bed. Agatha had taken you back home, your real home, and quickly healed you. It didn’t take much time and almost all your physical wounds were gone. But your head was still hurting like hell. So, of course you would make a drama out of it. Currently, you both were lying in bed.

“I love you” you whispered and took Agatha’s hand “Please remember that”

The witch smiled and kissed your temple. “I love you too”.

“Please take care of our beloved son. He might be a bunny, but he can take over the world, Aggie. He can”

“I have no doubt of it, Y/N” she giggled and rolled her eyes.

“You know what’s my biggest regret?” you asked, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer to you

“What?” she asked, trying so hard not to laugh.

“that my gravestone is going to say Y/N Y/L/N and that’s unfair” you pouted.

Agatha lost it and laughed. God, you were so cute. 

“That’s your name, love” she chuckled and kissed you softly. You smiled against her lips. 

“Yeah, but it shouldn’t be” you argued. 

“First of all, stop being so dramatic, you’re perfectly fine, you’re not going to die” she said “second, what in the world should your name be then?”

“Y/N Harkness” you answered without hesitation. 

That made her freeze and you laughed as her cheeks slowly turned pink 

“Or maybe yours should be Agatha Y/L/N, haven’t decided yet. It’s hard to take such big decisions on your deathbed”

“S-shut up” she mumbled and you laughed again, kissing her head. “Aren’t you supposed to be dead by now?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be grateful I'm not?” you said, loving her grumpy face “besides, I’m not leaving this world until i make sure my gravestone will say Y/N Harkness” 

“Your name won’t change until i make sure you’ll stay with me forever” she said, taking your head on her hands.

“Deal” you said, kissing her again. 

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“Which one do you think he’ll like better? Señor Scratchy Harkness or Señor Scratchy Y/L/N?”

“Y/N, I love you, but it's 2 a.m, go to sleep, I’m begging you”

“Señor Scratchy Y/L/N is it then”

“The hell it is!”