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moonraccoon-exe · 6 years ago

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Hello Coonie, how was your week so far? I hope good. I finished the portaits of my family, they even hung them up in the living room *blushes*. I can start with my other ideas for aquarelle. God, I have this awesome picture in my head and I am so anxious that it won't turn out like I imagine. I am so self-critical and I know I shouldn't be. Do you know the feeling to be excited but scared to start at the same time?

ALCHEMY, BUDDY, HEWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! AAAAAH!! o(>ω

BUDDY HELLO, IT’S SO NICE TO SEE YOU DROP BY AGAIN! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

Say, my monday was garbage. There’s some things in the little school I’m going to that’s injustices and some unfair things, but there’s not much I can do about it other than stay resigned and try to keep it as less bad as possible (。。 )

But I’ve been good! Healing nicely and everything, and I’m healthy, I think! Or I feel that way, at least (˙︶˙)

What about you, buddy? How was your week? I hope you’ve been alright and doing great!

AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! Your family put the portraits in the living room, HOW HORRIBLY NICE AND SWEET THAT IS AAAAH!! o(>ω

I betcha the portraits are MIND BLOWING and EPIC. If you drew a raccoon in detail in such a splendid and amazing way, even in the “quicker” one, and even in the “sketch” you showed me, I can’t imagine how your portraits must have turned out! Besides a SPLENDID and incredibly skilled (as in, so incredibly skilled, it’s BEYOND ME how someone can draw and paint like that! It doesn’t fit in my poor tiny mortal brain askldjkdaljfda), you’re also super sweet and kind, and painted your family, I MEAN, OF COURSE THEY WOULD PUT THEM UP IN THE LIVING ROOM, I’D BE CARRYING MINE ON MY BACK THE WHOLE DAY LIKE A BACKPACK SO EVERYONE SAW IT AKLJLIDJFSKFJ

AH, you have an idea for your next work already!

I AM SO EXCITED

Don’t you overstress about if it turns out as you picture it in your head or not, it’s okay! I’ve heard that they often don’t, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad; sometimes it’s for the better! Still, plan it as much as you want and work as hard as you always do, and have lots of fun and you’ll see you love the outcome, whether it’s as you imagined or a bit different!!

Yeah, being self-critical is nice but only to some point!

I talked about it with a teacher who’s studying a branch of psychology as a side thing, and she’s told me and another friend over and over to stop being hyper self-critical, because it’s good to some point but it turns to poison in excess; it’s like the thirst for power but maybe worse, because you’re never satisfied with what you have; you’re always thinking you can be better, better, better, and it’s never good enough because “it can always be better��.

And you know, it’s fantastic to want to improve and be the best, but remember perfection doesn’t exist! Keep improving and wanting to be better with each painting you make, but only because the next one will be better, it doesn’t mean the current/present one isn’t good. It is!

Don’t focus in what’s to come. Look at how wonderful what you have right now is and value it! Just because something is less pretty today than it will be tomorrow doesn’t mean it’s not pretty today. So don’t you over criticize yourself, buddy! Keep your art and your art progress healthy! :3

[Imma add a keep reading here, buddy :3]

“Do you know the feeling to be excited but scared to start at the same time?” and it just so happens that a few days ago I read a post that said that if it makes you feel excited but also scared, YOU’RE GOING THE RIGHT WAY!

I mean, it was in spanish but it wasthe EXACT SAME WORDS, aiwljdljdfdakjf, WHAT A GODDAMN COINCIDE- NO- LOOK- SEE AHAHAH THIS IS WHY I DON’T BELIEVE IN COINCIDENCES AAAAAAAAAAAH!!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

I know the feeling, yes, to different degrees. And it took me far too long to understand and really accept, because I took it like an obligation instead of a joy at first, but it really is just a matter of having fun, working hard, and not thinking it’s not good enough.

Besides, what would life be without a little fear, right? It’s FUEL! Use it to fire the canon and GO SUPER HIGH UP AT SUPER SPEED AND SCREAM AS YOU FLY BECAUSE IT’S FUN AAAAAAAAH!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

But yeah!

*THUMBS UP*

I wish you the best of success with your future works, buddy!! I know you’ll do FANTASTIC and what you’ll make/are making, and you’ll see that you’re surely going to be happy with how it turns out even if it’s not the same as it is in your head. Don’t overstress about it!

Greatest, greatest of lucks and success, buddy!! Imma send you some very INCREDIBLE and hyper extra AWESOME and sparkly MAGICAL RACCOON VIBES so they accompany you through the aquarel painting process, and so that you’re inspired, motivated, and most importantly, having A HELL LOAD OF FUN as you do!!

ALL ‘EM MAGICAL COONIE VIBES FOR YOU, BUDDY! AAAAAAH!!

(ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ *: ･ﾟ *: ･ﾟ

OH!

IGGY AND THE BEAST!! AAAAAAH!!

Yesyesyes, of course, you have the links, buddy!!

Here’s the link to the prologue: [X]

And here’s the link to the main story! [X]

PSAJFADKLFJALKDJASKLAJSRLAKSDJLAFKJDAFA, dammit, buddy, I really want to tell you all over again as I did in your previous ask how much it means to me that you want to start Iggy and the Beast. The sole intention on its own is so dear to me, but I’ve already talked too much about that in the past ask and I don’t want to seem repetitive or anything, haha! (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄

Just know that the mere intention of starting it means a lot to me. The story always makes me so anxious because I feel 90% of it is unnecessary, and I know that as a fact because I’m not writing the solely necessary, I started the story precisely to write all the unnecessary, mundane things instead of skipping straight to the most important plot things, but I fear it may be not enjoyable for readers.

It’s okay if you decide to skip certain things or stop at some point if it gets too heavy, it’s right now over 300k and still not done and that’s literally more than 3 average real life books and… *blushes so hard face sets itself on fire*

hnnhnnhngfnhfgnhf

I really, really, really, REALLY hope you enjoy, buddy. It’s fine if not, but I really hope you do! I hope it can fill whatever expectatives you may have, and that you’ll find it enjoyable. :3

Thank you SO MUCH again for asking about the story, it means more to me than I can tell!!

Thank you so, so much, buddy, for dropping by, for updating what’s new with you, and for the lovely request for the link to the fanfic.

You’ve made me smile so much and made me happy, you have no idea. :’)

Anyways, thank you!!!

I’m happy to have heard from you again, buddy, and you’re radiating a very nice color in this ask! I hope that means you’ve been happy and having good times :)

Thank you LOTS again, buddy, for everything!! Please do let me know what you think of Iggy and the Beast, whether it’s positive or negative, I’d love to hear what you think, and don’t feel afraid to speak your thoughts, I won’t judge you! :D

Thank you!!

Oh! And should you have trouble with AO3, don’t hesitate and ask me! The site is still not very familiar to me either, as I use it only to upload and don’t often browse through it, but I’ll help in any way I can!

I hope you’re having a MOST BEAUTIFUL day or night, buddy!(ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

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kittenships · 3 years ago

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GUYS THIS IS THE COMM I MENTIONED I AM VERY EXCITED ABOUT IT !!!!

I've plastered it on like. nearly all of my accounts I love it SO MUCH!!!!! Bonsi is super easy n nice to work with!!!!! Definitly gonna comm smth 4 my bf in the future :O and maybe more past that Bc AAAAAAAAH!!!! They work on commissions super fast too!!! Literally got the sketch n then the same night it was done! I couldn't recommend an artist more PLEASE commission Bonsi

Shaded commission for @canned-cookies! - 🐉 Pitaya and their OC 🐉

#GOD THIS MAKES ME SO STIMMY #LOOK HOW GOOD THEY LOOK!!!! PITAYA LOOKS SO SWEET AND J A #AND I AM SO CUTE !!!!#no thoughts in my head. Bonsi got that perfect. I do not think #AAUUUUGHZ IM JUST . WAAAAH #I'm sosososososo excited about it look how CUTE THEY ARE #aaaaugh #running out of words to say that aren't repeating myself but AUUUUGH #s/i; cupcake cat #source : cookie run #🎀💞 : pitaya dragon

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pviane · 8 years ago

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#76 Fan

This is a birthday fanfiction for my little D.Va: @stellania-0401

Enjoy your present!!!

생일 축하해

After many attempts, Winston finally persuaded the world famous D.Va to join his new reformed Overwatch. Her presence in the team was a great boost in morale and fighting capabilities, as well as good publicity! Everyone in the team loved her as no one could resist her cheerful personality and cute looks. No one but a grumpy old man they called Soldier: 76. His lack of interest in her intrigued the Korean mech pilot and she started to annoy the masked vigilante any chance she got. When he finally snapped at her, she revealed her desire to know him more. After some insistence on Hana’s part, he agreed to spend some time training together. However, he did not go easy on her and during one of such training session she hurt her hand so badly 76 was forced to take her to Mercy for treatment.

“Hana, what happened this time?” the Swiss doctor asked Hana when she arrived.

“Oh, it’s nothing, really! Just a training injury!” she answered.

“You should be more careful! And 76 should not push you so hard!” Mercy commented.

“Can you wait outside? It won’t take long!” she told 76 just before shutting the door behind her, leaving him outside.

“Now tell me what happened!” Mercy asked with her usual motherly tone, sitting down on the table next to Hana.

“I told you it was nothing serious…” she replied snorting.

“Hana Song…. What happened?” Angela insisted pitting her fists against her flanks and staring down at her.

“Ugh! Fine, Mom! I misplaced my hand during an ejection practice and it got hurt when I was jettisoned out! It was a dumb move! I’m so embarrassed he saw me fuck up like that!”

Mercy smiled at her and started applying some biotic ointment on the wounded hand.

“You seem to love 76, don’t you?”

��Yes! When you get to know him is not that bad! He has this fatherly aura around him!”

“Oh, I have to take your word for it! He barely even looks at me!” Angela replied. She paused wondering why that mysterious man acted so strange around her all the time.

“Oh no matter!” Mercy continued, “Let me take some self-hardening bandages! We don’t want that hand to heal bad now, won’t we?”

The doctor stood up from the table and went to the cupboards to look for bandages. In her search, she inadvertently hit her note block, making it fall on the ground. Among the various piece of papers that scattered on the floor one in particular attracted Hana’s attention. She quickly jumped down the table and grabbed it before Mercy was able to collect it.

“Hellooo Handsome!” she exclaimed after a short whistle.

On that piece of paper, there was a black and white sketch of an attractive man. Judging by the shading, his hair and eyes were light and the smirk and the look on his face was so… captivating…

“GIVE IT BACK!”

Raising her eyes from the drawing, Hana could see Mercy extending her hand to her. The expression on Angela’s face was a mixture of rage and embarrassment. Upon seeing the doctor’s impatience Hana smirked

“I this… important to you?” she mocked her

“No… I mean, Ya! Give it back!”

“I am not going to do that until you told me what it is!”

“HANA” Mercy shouted, her face becoming deep red.

Outside the door Soldier: 76 heard Mercy’s cry and readied himself to intervene. Hearing no further commotion, he leaned against the door so he could hear the discussion between the two women more clearly.

“Ok, Ok! Jeez, this picture must be very important!” Hana said, returning the piece of paper to its owner.

“It is...” Mercy replied, pausing some moments to contemplate the person in the sketch.

“He must have been important!” D.Va corrected herself

“Ya, he was!” Angela replied absent-mined, absorbed by the eyes she herself drew.

D.Va closed in.

“Can I… ask you who he was?”

Mercy dried a tear before it could fall from her eyes.

“The world knew him as Strike Commander Morrison, hero of the Omnic Crisis, leader of Overwatch, Champion of peace and hero to all…” she recounted “…but to me he was simply Jack… and he was my world”

Hana’s eyes widened

“You mean you and Jack Morrison, the Jack Morrison, were a thing?”

Angela simply nodded, sending D.Va into a fit of joy.

“AAAAAAAAH! This is TOO GOOD!” Hana cried holding her palms against the side of her head and swinging it left and right “My ship was REAL!!!!”

Her last words were met with confusion by Mercy

“Ship? What is that?” she asked

“Oh, a ship? Well… It’s when you think two people or characters are in a… romantic relationship even if that is not confirmed or even not possible…” D.Va responded, embarrassed.

“Isn’t it a bit childish?”

“I was twelve! Of course it was! But it felt so good thinking you two were a couple! And I was right too!”

Outside the door, Soldier: 76 chuckled at this last exchange

Mercy smiled again at Hana while bandaging her hand.

“Yeah you were! It’s sweet you thought of us together! May I ask why?”

“Only if you tell me the story of that picture after!”

“Deal! Why did you “shipped” me and Jack?”

“First of all it was not only me! An entire fandom shipped you! We called you 솔메르 in Korea. It means SolMer, because he was a Soldier and you Mercy!”

“Clever!” Mercy commented

“I followed a blog where people submitted content about you! Photos, news… but also fan made stuff like fanfictions and drawings. I was the 76th to follow the blog!”

“Oh, my! I never realized me or Jack could inspire such things! And so many fans!”

“Come on! You two looked amazing together at public events! And how could someone not make fan content about you! You go into battle dressed like an angel!”

“Point taken!” Mercy admitted

“Now you tell your part!” Hana requested

“Very well! It was a long time ago…Mein Gott, it feels like ages now! I was a young doctor that just joined Overwatch and I was hopelessly lost for the most handsome man on the planet. I knew him while working together and we developed a nice cooperation inside Overwatch but I felt like having no hope with a man much older than me and I believed he was out of my reach. So I expressed my feelings though drawings. I could spent entire hours doodling him. I was sketching this particular picture during one of those endless sessions when Jack himself popped on my door!”

“Uh Oh!” D.Va commented, even more interested in the story

“I was startled and tried to hide the fact that I was drawing. I quickly dropped the drawing pen I was holding and stood up in front of the table, facing him. He was carrying a passed-out Jesse McCree and was asking for my help. It was not the first time McCree drunk on duty and it was not uncommon to find him on my table unconscious. For that reason, I suggested Jack to punish him and he agreed with me. He asked me to find a needle, the biggest one I had.”

“I have fear of needles!”

“Jesse was terrified by them too! That’s why I enjoyed the idea of giving him the biggest scare of his life!”

“Mercy! I didn’t know our Angel could be a devil too!”

“He deserved it, trust me. Anyhow, while I was distracted by the needle, Jack discovered there was that drawing of him on my table and took it. I was barely able to see him with that piece of paper in his hands before he run outside blabbing about some urgent meeting with the UN that just popped up. I was SO embarrassed!”

“Why?” D.Va asked, “It’s a nice picture!”

“The point is: he had no idea of my fixation with him! I kept it as a secret for the fear of being rejected and now he was running away with one of my works! I was so paralyzed I could not even slap Jesse when he woke up in that same moment stating the obvious.”

“What did he said?” Hana asked

“He slurred ‘he stole your drawing’. I could see that, dumpkof!” Mercy answered pinching her nose in frustration. She was still angry with the Cowboy after all those years.

“And then? What happened? How did you get it back? I NEED TO KNOW!” D.Va begged.

“Well, after a while I caught him alone” Mercy resumed her tale “and demanded my drawing back. He agreed to return it to me, on one condition: a kiss.”

D.Va’s mouth opened wide in surprise

“Yes, a kiss. A simple kiss on his cheek. I was initially shy about the idea and I feared he might take advantage of it and stole a kiss on my lips. However, when I agreed he let me plant a kiss on his cheek and simply gave the sketch back. I was surprised by his honesty and when he asked me out for a break together some days later I was more than happy to go.”

“Ohhh” D.Va commented in awe “so that’s how it all started!”

“Yes. Over time our relationship deepened and we became much more than co-workers and friends. We became lovers. And one year later, on that day, I gifted him a much more refined version of that original drawing, which I still keep with myself as you saw.”

On the other side of the door Soldier: 76 backed up a little. He opened the zip on his Jacked and reached for something inside. He extracted a folded piece of paper and started opening it, careful not to tear the old thing. Pausing for a moment, he stared at the picture inside. The person in it looked back at him with his blue eyes. Jack Morrison’s blue eyes. The same eyes that were watering behind the visor right now.

After a brief pause, Hana asked one last question.

“So, after that it all ended with that… incident right?” she said looking down with sad eyes.

“Yes. However, in a way it never ends. You do not love a man like the way I loved him and simply stop. He is still inside me, in my memories, in my heart…

Hana kept her head down, trying to hide the fact that she was crying. Mercy noticed the shiny drops falling form her cheeks and cupped her face in her hands.

“You know, it may sound silly, but sometimes I hope he is still alive somewhere. A part of me cannot believe he is really dead.” She told D.Va.

“That would be nice!” the Korean girl replied wiping her tears “If only it was true!”

In that moment, the two heard knocking on the door. Angela stood up and went to open the door.

76 was still on the other side, waiting.

“Is she all right?” he asked without looking directly at the doctor

“Oh, she is a tough girl, she will be fine!”

Hana stood up and walked towards them. Without looking up or saying a word, she passed between them. Soldier: 76 rested a hand on her shoulder and she stopped.

“What’s wrong, soldier?” he asked

“Nothing…. Just that my favorite story will never have a happy ending.” She replied before resuming her slow walk down the hallway. 76 could clearly hear her sobbing and that was breaking his old heart. Looking down, he sucked up the pain.

“Never say never!” he whispered.

Then he raised his head and looked straight into Mercy’s eyes.

There you have it! A quick story where D.Va was actually a Mercy76 shipper :P

The drawing story is inspired by a wonderful comic by @ufficiosulretro

So if you want to see Mercy’s drawing, go see it on the original page!

I hope you all liked it!

#fanfic #mercy76 #d.va #mercy x soldier 76 #birthday

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connor-o-brien · 8 years ago

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I met Steve Oram and Tom Meeten at the East Dulwich Tavern with Martin and Vivienne Soan of Pull The Other One. “My interesting fact, proving how local we are. We first met here at the East Dulwich Tavern. We were at an audition for a sketch show called The Bootlegs for comedy agent Neil Willis,” says Tom. This interview was featured in The Peckham Perpendicular. You can read it below.

The pair are overly keen to express how local they’ve been since the late nineties, in what can only be assumed as a bid to win over the Peckham crowd. “We met Martin doing a rugby club,” says Steve. “It was a fucking rowdy Saturday afternoon rugby club and the lads egged Martin on to drink about four pints of beer down in one during his act. It was fucking piss funny. So we became mates from then really.”

Tom says Steve was very impressed. “I went, fucking hell man. I love this guy. My mentor,” says Steve. “At one show they brought me a yard of ale and said ‘drink this then start.’ That was just fucking mayhem. Neil Willis had talent for putting you in those situations,” says Martin.

While Tom’s well-known for his work with Noel Fielding, Steve is probably best known for co-writing and starring in the film Sightseers. From the very beginning they were both keen to get their sketches on film so it’s no surprise most of their work is focused on screen.

“It's just brilliant fun. We got quite close with a BBC commission in the early 2000s,” says Steve. “When we were young and hot, they courted us and then rejected us,” says Tom.

With his new film Aaaaaaaah! Steve wrote and directed it using the money from a lucrative voiceover job. “I do think Aaaaaaaah! is utterly inspiring and lots of people have said it. Also, it's that ethos of just going out there and making something. It's based around a brilliant idea. But that principle of just going out and making is inspiring,” says Tom.

“Sightseers took five years of sending scripts back and forth, and it still just went back to the original script. It’s fucking crazy,” says Steve. After being messed around for so long with Sightseers, Steve took a different approach for Aaaaaaaah! using money from a voiceover deal to fund the whole project. “I just wrote it in two or three weeks. It was a beautiful creative process and then we made it. We did it in under a year.”

“The thing with films is that you have to go through a development process. You write your script and people send it back to you and give you notes,” says Steve. “It's like, fuck off. Imagine that in any other art form. Like stand up, you do a live show and someone gave you notes. It's just the most insulting thing you can ever imagine. It's astonishing.”

For Steve, it’s all an impulse. It’s about grasping a moment. “We're all human so how would I know what works and what doesn't work. I still say that to myself now after 30 years. The most bizarre things are funny and anything contrived I know doesn't work. It's simple as that,” says Martin.

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celestiaknight-blog · 8 years ago

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This is just a little speedpaint I made with a cute little sketch of my characters Artur with his son Kitza’n, I wrote a short scenario to go with it. Just below the cut! Hope you enjoy!

“AAAAAAAAH!!”

Artur sprang up from his bed, body puffing up in surprise as the scream echoed down the corridors of the castle. With pupils as thin as a hair, he leaped out of the nest and ran out of the room in a flurry of feathers, his instincts taking over his logic. He ran almost mindlessly through the corridor and arrived to his children’s room in an instant. He pushed the door-curtain out of the way with wide eyes, calling:

“Aarron?! Kitza’n?!”

The sight that awaited him in the room was one he was sadly used to; Kitza’n curled up in a tight ball in their nest, with a scared and distraught Aarron sitting next to his brother, unsure of what to do. With a short sigh, Artur walked forward and kneeled next to the nest, and as he did, Lyra appeared in the door frame, just as distraught. When she also realized what had happened, she shared a knowing look with Artur and went to take Aarron in her arms, whispering reassuring words in his tiny ear. Gently, Artur also took Kitza’n in his arms, and cradled the shaking ball of fur in a tight and warm embrace. Standing up with him, Artur exited the room, his pace now slow and calm, and when they were alone in the corridor, the prince told his young son:

“It’s alright, child, you’re safe. Papa’s here, nothing can hurt you.”

As he expected, his son remained dead quiet, but Artur continued walking. Since he reached his twenty years, Kitza’n had begun to experience night terrors more frequently, and though Lyra and Artur were told not to worry, Artur couldn’t help but be afraid for his son’s well-being. Whenever he woke from a nightmare, Artur would take Kitza’n to walk around the palace, sometimes taking him outside to give him some fresh air, and it was usually enough to bring him peace.

The corridors of the palace were quiet, with only the breeze of this warm summer night coming through the leaves of the trees growing against the palace walls, creating their own soothing melodies. The night was still young, and the moons were shining brightly atop the starry sky, sending their dancing light through the windows and passageways.

“Papa…,” the prince heard a soft mumble from his arms, making him look down at his child.

The hatchling was curled up in his wings, solidly attached to his chest with all four of his arms, and Artur could hear his little sobs even as his face was buried in his chest fur. The poor little thing was a shaking mess, and his voice a weak whine mixed with scared little chirps he couldn’t control. Artur cradled him and held him a bit more up against him, smiling kindly at his scared little son.

“Hush, my child,” he whispered in his ear. “There is nothing to be scared of. The monsters can’t follow you here.”

The boy in his arms sniffled and hiccuped, crying a bit more before he was able to form the words he wanted to say. Artur gently rubbed the child’s back, doing his best to comfort him in his sorrow.

“T-th… t-they were huge… t-tall and skinny… they had horns, and… a-and, and claws and their eyes, hic! b-burning f-f-fire, t-they wanted to eat me!...”

His crying intensified a little bit, and he began to pull at his father’s fur as he held on for dear life.

“They were running a-a-after me and I couldn’t run away, and I was hurting everywhere and no one could hear me! T-the monsters won’t leave me alone! They’re everywhere!”

Kitza’n’s sobs were muffled, but they were loud and coming from so far deep in this poor little soul, they pulled at Artur’s heart harshly. The worried father remained quiet as he cradled his young chick, and he stopped walking when he reached a tall entrance that lead outside. He stood by the warm gleam of a nearby torch, and let his son bask in the pouring lights of the moons, while the wind gently sang sweet songs in the trees.

“The monsters are gone, my son,” Artur whispered in his baby’s ear. “They are gone, and they won’t come back. If they do, I will come and chase them away, that I promise. Now, now, hush, my sweet little child…”

A soft rumble came from deep within the adult’s throat, soon followed by a series of beautiful notes as the father sang a sweet lullaby to his fearful child. The vibrations coming from his throat, in synch with every note he sang, echoed down into the chick, slowly reducing his sobs to hiccups, and Artur gently rocked his body from left to right, leading the young one into calmness.

“Papa…?”

Kitza’n raised his wide, golden eyes to look at his father, and in those eyes one could see all the fear in the world reflecting into his trembling and glowing irises.

“Why are the monsters after me, papa?” asked the young one in a tiny voice.

Artur attempted to reassure him by rubbing his beak against his in a gentle manner, taking a moment of silence to think of an appropriate answer. He needed Kitza’n to not be afraid, but not to the point where he would become insensible should those dreams continue.

“Because… that is what monsters do, my dear child. They haunt and scare us, because it’s all they know. You’re not the only one afraid of monsters, you know. Your papa is scared of them too.”

“Really?” the young child appeared surprised, forgetting that he was crying a second ago. “But papa’s invincible! You’re not scared of anything!”

Artur couldn’t help but laugh whole-heartedly at his son’s response, and he held him a bit more up against his chest as he replied:

“Hahaha! Oh, but of course I’m scared of things! There are many things that do scare me, you know.”

“Like what?”

“Mmh,” Artur hummed, looking up at the ceiling of the corridor while he searched. “I’m scared of heights. That’s why I don’t fly as much as Uncle Gavvy.”

“No way!”

“It’s true,” Artur chuckled. “I’m also scared of the monsters of the night, just like you.”

“But you’re strong, papa,” Kitza’n pouted. “You can outrun them, but I can’t…”

“That’s why I’m here, son,” Artur told him with another bump to the beak. “Until you’re strong enough to outrun them, I will carry you away from the monsters. After all, you know how fast I can run. Does that make you feel better?”

Kitza’n hummed lightly, looking unsure of his response, and he replied his question with another question, his specialty.

“Are you scared of anything else?”

Artur looked outside the passageway into the night sky, staring off into space a short moment.

“Let’s see… I’m not a huge fan of snakes, and insects freak me out. When you or Aarron get sick, I get the most scared. I can’t help it. When something happens to your mother or Uncle Gavvy, I get scared too. Same with papy and mamy.”

“And what about those black goopy monsters on the continent?” Kitza’n asked, much to his surprise. “Do they scare you? They scare me a lot, I don’t want to see them here…”

Artur took a moment to measure his thoughts on the matter, and he shook his head.

“Not afraid of them,” was his response, much to his son’s shock. “Although those monsters are a lot like those in your dreams, I’m not afraid of them, because I know I can defeat them, and I know I can protect all of you. That’s my duty as Black Guardian.”

“But,” Kitza’n objected, “they’re scary, and they’re worse than the monsters of the night… I don’t get why you’re not scared of them…”

Artur couldn’t help but chuckle, and he rubbed his beak against his cheek in a playful way, feeling much relieved when he saw the hint of a smile on his son’s face.

“You’ll understand when you’re older, Kitza’n. Until then, know that I will always protect you, from anything that can harm you, until you’re strong enough to fend them off by yourself.”

“Strong like you, papa?”

The prince smiled warmly.

“Yes, strong like me.”

He was rewarded for his efforts by the brightest smile he had ever seen, and Kitza’n dove forward to hug him around his neck with two of his four arms. Artur gladly embraced him back, relieved that his son was no longer scared. For a moment longer he held him like this, still rocking left and right to appease him, and eventually, when the little chick’s grip was loosening and the late hour of night finally caught up to him, the father whispered:

“Do you want to sleep with mama and papa tonight?”

Kitza’n lightly shook his head, replying in a low mumble:

“I’m strong like you, papa… I can scare the monsters away…”

“I am sure you can, little one…”

Giving him a little lick on the head, Artur turned away and began to walk off, feeling that Kitza’n was ready to go back to his nest. Perhaps all the child needed was a bit more confidence; if he felt like he could chase the monsters away instead of being chased by them, it was already a step forward. Artur could only hope that those dreams wouldn’t haunt him forever… Perhaps he was even the one to blame for this evil haunting his son…

When Artur set him down in the nest he shared with his brother, Kitza’n raised his head and gave him a little lick on the beak, making the adult smile.

“Good night, papa…”

“Good night, my sweet child. May your dreams be happy ones.”

And to bring him peace, Artur started singing a sweet lullaby once more, until both of his sons had fallen deeply asleep, into a land of serene dreams and sunny fields… Being a father wasn’t easy, but if there was one thing he loved, it was to see those happy little faces as they slept, peaceful…

#bound fates #my art #ocs #father and son #cute #one-shot

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This is one of the most delicious things to happen to me since -- whatever the last delicious thing you wrote happened to me, only this is the first time I’ve rhymed off a story sketch to someone and had them come back with a beautifully shaped thing in less than a day good god

You know how much I love this? more than I’ll be able to put into words but damn I’m going to try.

So first of all; I love the structure. It’s damn perfect, the way it starts, so crisp and classic noir.

Then we go right into Charlie:

I loved him, but I knew better than to dote. If he’d died on his own terms, bit through by exotic fish and drowning in tidal surf, or crashing over a cliff with a harem of screaming blondes, I could have taken any kind of crazy exit. It was his life to lose.

But my husband cheated him of that bright and burning death, gave him a two-bit piece of nothing in a back alley; and I wasn’t going to stand for that.

Guh, I love how stark this is, how realistic she is about who Charlie was despite how she loved him. She knew he was halfway to doomed, loved him anyways and did her damndest for him.

Okay, I was on twelve shades of delight for “puffing on his pipe like Alice’s caterpillar”. I absolutely adore the way he brushes her off here, the confidence she insists with. Ask him what she did to impress him, he’ll say, well. She reminded him of himself. And Alma had decided to train him, so--

guh though the contrast with the life that’s laid out for her there in the second one hot damn I wanted to quote that entire paragraph. That was so damn clever and no wonder she’s bitter and wants nothing more than her own piece of the action. And the endline

If my husband had nothing else to recommend him, at least he had a hell of a lot more nerve.

JDFSLKJFDLS SHIVERS. I LOVE THIS WOMAN.

I know I rhymed off part of the soup/poisoning bit for you but holy shiiiit you made it come alive. Just the tension between them, the world-weary tiredness Susan gives Angel Eyes. aaaaaaaah. And the endline again:

“Remind me to bore you with my soup recipes sometime,” Angel Eyes said, with all of an enthusiast’s sincerely idiotic pleasure.

Looking back, he was going off-script right from the start.

I love how in that one like it’s like, Acknowledged that Susan is in fact, cooler than Angel Eyes (though perhaps the sadder for it). god what a dork I love him so much.

Ohhhh the bit with Blondie though. Wow, I’ll have to tuck that in back of mind for when during cinematics that happens. I suspect -- after Ch5 maybe, quite late in the game. Late enough for him to have made peace with what he’s seen from Angel, late enough for him to know who Alma is and what he means to Angel -- late enough even for him to know Angel’s name and feel like he shouldn’t be owed any of this trust. This part was so good:

Which is what I told Angel Eyes, when Manco up and fled on us the first time.

Seemed to help a little.

u g h I love the way it’s acknowledge that she comforts him. It’s practical as Angel himself says. No wonder they get along so well. I’m so glad he had someone like her, and so glad she learned from him specifically.

FAVOURITE:

“That was a nice chili you made for lunch, only it was way too hot for me to eat and I’m starving, can I please have something else?”

All in a rush, like his hunger was what mattered here; when the thing he’d just completely passed over, taking it for granted, was that he could talk about love for Angel Eyes like it was an assured and settled thing. For an assassin. For the worst man I’d ever met, in terms of pounds of flesh and lives taken.

It’s so great to see someone calling Angel Eyes “the worst man [she’s] ever met” but with that right note of admiration. You’ve got Baker who loves him too much and Blondie with all his guilt and Tuco who wants to believe he’s softer than he is. And then Susan who maybe sees him for who he is clearer than anyone, for a time.

hrjdsalajdsflkdsafdlj I love what he says here. so much. so so much.

“I won’t ever make half the assassin you are.”

“Maybe you’ll be something better- I don’t know, Susan. Alma taught me how to live, but those two have given me something to live for. Sentimental bastards- for the life of me,” Angel Eyes said, picking up his hat. “I could not tell you whether I hope you’ll find the same one day, or that you’ll never get within fifty miles of this kind of hope.”

first of all -- Love that Susan admits outright “I can’t take your inheritance” and he’s like “I dunno I’d even want that for you”. And then I also love his uncertainty as he walks off to chase those two idiots down. jdalkjlkjalkjd you’ve said it. so elegantly here in his voice and just d a m n that means so much

(love how Susan is skeptically like “I’m not selling the house”)

oh and god her endline here fuck me up

What he wasn’t looking for was me.

Just wanting to burn it all down.

holy god this is. an amazing character. I want a whole book about her but also this is somehow just enough? i love her so much.

this part I died so much for:

“Uh huh,” I said, not batting an eye as I reloaded the gun. “It figures, you hopeful maniac. These two treated you all right?”

“No. Yes. It’s a bit past that point, Susan,” Angel Eyes said, his face lined with exhaustion and pleasure. “I’m in love. The rest doesn’t matter.”

Like I said, he went off-script. Anything might have happened to the trio after that night.

(Even if I did know, I’m not telling you.)

Just his “no. yes. it’s a bit past that point” lmao oh my god that really says it all doesn’t it. he’s right. god I cannot wait for this scene in postcanon.

I could just quote both the last two scenes back at you and that structure holy shit the contrast. what started it// who’s ending it

I hope you’re super proud of this, this is absolutely among my favourite things you’ve written. Thank you so much <3

noir at high noon: twelve snippets in a life

susan’s POV. a little snippet of post-canon, among other things.

4. I knew Angel Eyes was trouble. That’s why I went to find him.

You’d think it’d cost me something: money, self-respect, time at least. Enough to make my search sound difficult, when the truth is it took me two days and no trouble at all to make the connection I needed. Why not?

By then, I’d already lost the only thing that ever made my life worth a damn.

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#d you have to put this on ao3 #soon #sooooon

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