#Jenny Belle

[jennydolfen]

Welcome back, Blue Boy!

Yes, everyone else has already done one, but I'll throw one more on the pile before I vanish into exam-marking (while being sick) again. And DAYUM! Why oh why didn't I look up "sheer shirt" when Robbie said it instead of now after the pic is done?

[zarkishere]

RDR2 RELATIONSHIP CHART!

free to use, just credit me if you do :) (also tag me if you use it for rdr2 oc's i'd love that hehe)

Young Jack ver ⤴️

Old Jack ver ⤵️

notes cuz i love overthinking shit :

EVERYONE except Micah, Sadie and Kieran have both little hair thingies

for Micah it's cuz....yknow. he's not really part. he's the rat. doesn't even have one of the two.

For Sadie and Kieran they have 1 since they are part of the gang, they just happened to join later

I changed some people's design a little bit but it's minor changes that don't mean much just me fixing up stuff

Molly and Grimshaw's eye-makeup-thingies are the same (cuz yknow. Dutch.) Molly's hair doesn't naturally do the Little Hair Thing, she has to do it every morning, hence why it's...oddly curly (this time not because she's not part of the gang, but because she feels the need to have it. maybe Dutch will love her if she does. if she's like the rest.)

I decided to make older Jack have a few things from other characters who are theorized to be his dad (lol. i don't believe those theories just for the record, i think Jack is John's kid, i just like stirring the pot HJKASJKHASGASG)

Jenny is like that cuz we never see her apart from a drawing, so i thought i should make her all sketchy and silly

Mac is. a fucking square. we never see that mf.

Karen has 3 freckles instead of 3 cuz she's quirky and not like the other girls (no but fr)

i tried to keep it right side people who would agree most with Dutch after Dutch...? if that makes sense? so yknow Micah is first, then Bill, etc. from the left side is the people who agreed the most with Arthur/John...so Hosea, Charles, lenny, etc.

Arthur facing John, Hosea facing Dutch, Charles facing Micah is on purpose teehee (Kieran is also kinda facing Mary-Beth but you can call bullshit and i'll accept it)

Jack is the only boyo between the women cuz he stands with his momma

i thought Arthur and John's hat bonking was p funny

idk what else to say, i've probably forgoren a lot but idc so...

these designs are 100% not perfect but i am p satisfied with most overall, lemme know what you think!

also....

i don't have any fucking clue why person's eyes are the only ones like that please someone fix him whats wrong with him help get him eye contacts or something PLEASE--

[ddaenig]

𖦹 guess who's back? may is here! random pack! ☆

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[automatictrashwolf]

My girl has cut her strings and is now free to live and love ❤💜

[julieheartt]

⠀⠀⠀ ི 🩰᪾᤺ .⠀ ᥣꪮᥳᥱׅ ᥖᥱ ᥣꪱkᥱ ᥣ᳔𝘩꯭ı᥉࣪⠀엔믹 스⃟░

⠀ ᥲ𝕟𝑑 ꪱ ᥣꪮᥳᥱ 𝗒ꪮᥩ ɾıᦋ𝗁ׄ𝗍 ᨢᥲᥴ𝗄 ♡̸᭄﹙𝘱𝘴܃ 𝒥ᥙᥣꪱᥱ﹚

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𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 credits.

[doluneay]

⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡

[adventuresofalgy]

Then, all of a sudden, light and colour returned to the world, and when Algy woke up the next morning he found that it had been completely transformed once again.

Algy realised that in his long sleep he must have missed much of the gradual changing of the seasons, for the sun was now surprisingly low in the sky, imparting a distinctive autumnal hue to the overgrown grasses and drying leaves, and the shadows were deep and long. But there was still some warmth to be found in a sheltered spot, providing one kept close to the ground and away from the chilly north-east wind, which kept trying to blow Algy's hair and feathers into his eyes in a most annoying manner.

As he looked around he could see that even the bell heather was fading now, but there were still a few bright flowers peeping out from the untamed mass of grasses and seedheads, and as Algy leaned back among the crazy tangle of the late summer meadow, he did indeed feel happily "beguiled by the last lingering of the flowery kind":

And down the hay-fields, wading ‘bove the knees Through seas of waving grass, what days I’ve gone, Cheating the hopes of many labouring bees By cropping blossoms they were perch’d upon; As thyme along the hills, and lambtoe knots, And the wild stalking Canterbury bell, By hedge-row side or bushy bordering spots, That loves in shade and solitude to dwell. And when the summer’s swarms, half-nameless, fled, And autumn’s landscape faded bleak and wild, When leaves ‘gan fall and show their berries red, Still with the season would I be beguil’d Lone spots to seek, home leaving far behind,– Where wildness rears her lings and teazle-burs, And where, last lingering of the flowery kind, Blue heath-bells tremble ‘neath the shelt’ring furze.

[Algy is quoting two verses from the poem The Wildflower Nosegay by the early 19th century English Romantic poet John Clare.]

[bellacatt-art]

Had to draw these guys at some point! Honestly, they might be one of my favourite Doctor Who ships, I wish we got to see more of them 🤧

And yes, the sunset in the background *is* supposed to symbolise the lesbian flag hehe, I wasn't subtle about that 😅

Hope you all enjoy, and to any fellow Vastra x Jenny fans out there, you're automatically cool, I don't make the rules! :3

[d-criss-news]

brookebellphoto: giggles and yapping and snapping photos on the @suffsmusical carpet 💜

📸 by me for @jennyandersonphoto

[jennydolfen]

"I need you to live"

"Be happy. Don’t live your life in the shadow of mine."

Hey look! I'm still alive! Rough sketches of Orym's vision:

[messrmoonyy]

I cannot actually put into words how much I despise that one robbery mission with Bill and Micah.

The way Micah talks about the girls in camp. And then the Way he talks about sleeping with Jenny? Oh the way that pixel man pisses me off

[cakesty]

Song Jia moodboard

dear.ziaaa

single's inferno

[sowhatifiliveinfukuoka]

Flexipop #23 (1982)

Jennie (The Belle Stars)

[julieheartt]

͟🌧️̲۪֗͟͟. ⠀֢. . 𝒟ꪮɳƚ ʂຸ͜ꫀ۪ꫀ α ρꪮຸ͜ιɳƚ ιɳ ꪉʅαɱιɳɠ ყꪮυ ' ✦

͟ˇഽ͟♥︎ ℐ𝑓 ι ɯꫀɾꫀ ყꪮυ, ι'ᦔ ᦔꪮ ɱຸ͜ꫀ ƚꪮꪮ ! ๑ ༚

✦ 𓈒 𝘪𝘵'𝗌 🦢 ̷̶⃝̸̤⃭ : @ 𝗃𝗎lieheartt ⸼ ♡⃞ . . 𝇄𝇃

𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 credits.

[hellsbells88]

Jenny Kirk

Young Jenny, finding her footing in the gang, is met with the 'sympathetic' guidance of the wily Micah Bell.

The sun was sinking behind the horizon as the gang busied themselves, establishing a new camp near the bustling town of Blackwater. The initial joy of their journey had given way to exhaustion, each member engrossed in their respective duties, the circle of wagons forming a protective barrier around their temporary home.

Away from the rest, on the outskirts of the encampment, sat Jenny. Her small figure was silhouetted against the setting sun, her gaze distant and thoughtful. Her dark hair danced in the evening breeze as she sat alone. As the most recent addition to the gang, she grappled with the unfamiliarity of her surroundings.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed Micah approaching. His squared silhouette stood stark against the evening sky, a solitary aura surrounding him as he drew closer.

"Bein’ part of the crowd makes it easier," he drawled, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it with a slender match. His smile was cool and unnerving, yet strangely comforting.

"But you keep to yourself," Jenny countered, defiance flickering in her voice, her blue eyes meeting his.

"And you keep to yours," he retorted, taking a long drag and letting the smoke drift between them. He gestured towards the other side of the camp with his chin as he exhaled, where the women of the camp were gathered, their laughter faintly audible. "Why don't you go join 'em?"

"I don't think they'd like me," she admitted, her gaze returning to the blazing campfire. "I don't really know them women."

Micah chuckled lowly, studying her intently. He knew the women would welcome Jenny with open arms. Despite being relatively new to the gang himself, he had already observed how the women looked out for one another. "I understand," he said instead, feigning sympathy before asking, "You afraid?"

"I'm not afraid," Jenny shot back immediately, stubbornness creeping into her voice.

Micah grinned at her defensiveness, his intense gaze never leaving her. He found their emotional hide-and-seek amusing. Although he would never admit it, he enjoyed these encounters with Jenny, intrigued by her quiet demeanor.

"Tell me, how old are you?" he asked, leaning against a tree, his gaze steady on her.

"Eighteen," she murmured, her gaze flickering to him and then away.

Micah laughed heartily. "Well, you're just a kid then!" he exclaimed, delighting in the irritation that flashed across her face.

"That don’t make me a kid," she retorted. But Micah merely chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

"Oh now, don't mind me, I just enjoy being a pest. Don’t mean no harm," he teased, playfully ruffling her dark hair before smoothing it back down in a more intimate gesture.

His teasing and touch earned him a suspicious glare, but he relished the banter, the spark in her otherwise reserved demeanor. "You've got quite a mouth for a shy thing," he added, grinning at her crossed arms.

They were settling into a rhythm of kindred spirits, an us-against-the-world sentiment resonating in their shared solitude.

"Don't tell me, you've got a fella too?" he probed further, earning another suspicious look.

"No, I don't," she replied curtly, her gaze darkening at the question. "Hey now," he lifted his hands, chuckling lightly, "can’t fault a man for asking."

"It's mighty rare to see such a beautiful girl unaccompanied," he remarked, seizing the opportunity to discreetly look her over as she turned her gaze to the campfire. She ignored his comment.

Micah noted the flicker of sadness in her eyes and decided to steer the conversation towards lighter topics. He pulled out another cigarette and offered it to her, "Smoke?"

She eyed the cigarette, hesitated, then accepted it. As she placed it between her lips, Micah leaned over to light it. Their eyes met—a silent electrical exchange was had. He knew he piqued her interest, and as she took her first drag, he continued his probing.

Ever wonder why you're here, Jenny?" he asked, his voice low and smooth. "Why you ain't with your family?"

Jenny's gaze hardened at the mention of her family, her grip tightening around the cigarette. She took a long drag before answering, "I left."

Micah raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her curt response. He had expected her to dodge the question or give a vague answer, but her straightforwardness surprised him. He could sense there was more to her story, something she wasn't ready to share.

"That so?" he echoed, feigning concern. "Big decision for a young girl."

She shrugged, her gaze fixed on the dancing flames of the campfire. "Had to," she said simply, leaving no room for further questions.

Micah nodded, understanding the unspoken message. He knew better than to pry into someone's past, especially when they were clearly unwilling to share. But he couldn't help but see this as an opportunity, a chance to exploit her vulnerability.

He paused to flick the ash from his cigarette, his gaze locked on her. "Ain’t easy," he began, imitating concern, "Venturing out alone like you have."

She looked at him, her eyes reflecting the flickering firelight. There was a hint of suspicion in her gaze, but also a glimmer of appreciation. Micah knew he had said the right thing, painting himself as a sympathetic figure in her eyes.

"But remember, Jenny," he continued, leaning closer to her, his voice dropping to a whisper. "In this world, it's every damn man for himself. You gotta look out for number one."

He held her gaze, letting his words sink in. He wanted her to understand that he was not just a friend, but also a potential ally. Someone who could help her navigate this new life, for a price.

As he prepared to depart, he left her with a final piece of advice. "Don't trust too easy now," he said, extinguishing his cigarette and gesturing towards the gang. "Nice folk—but remember what I said."

With that, he rose and made his departure, leaving her alone to contemplate the encounter. He had subtly instilled doubt in her mind, now all he needed was to wait for it to sprout.

"And Jenny," he casually tossed back, his tone relaxed yet enticing. "Feel free to join me anytime. I reckon we could both use some good company." A soft smile graced his face—one of satisfaction.

[d4myeon]

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-happy new year!!