#also her hair style is not something I’ve tried to draw before but

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Redraw of these two because Jackienat needs more art and I def didn’t make this to procrastinate the fic I should be writing about them

[midnightechoes]

Five years ago today, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power premiered on Netflix. I had seen a few preview articles about it, and liked what I saw. Those articles mostly focused on She-Ra’s, Adora’s, Glimmer’s, Bow’s, and Catra’s redesigns, and I thought they were fabulous. I loved Adora’s new red jacket and bouffant hair style. Glimmer’s entire redesign was inspired, and I loved that they made Bow black so we could have more diversity in the main cast.

It was She-Ra’s and Catra’s redesigns that caught my eyes the most, though. They made Catra an actual catgirl, and not just in the anime sense where she's just a cute girl with cat ears and maybe a cat tail. She was a full-on furry. It was a brilliant design choice. Honestly it’s no wonder that so many were instantly drawn to her.

And of course, She-Ra herself. I loved her new look, and her huge ass new Sword of Protection. In fact, I loved it so much that I drew this picture of her before the show even came out:

Then the show came out, and needless to say, I fell in love. And honestly, it changed my life.

I know, I know. That sounds very hyperbolic, and to an extent it is, but in a lot of ways, I’m absolutely serious.

Alright, I have to back up a little. Back when I was in college, and for a few years after, a couple of friends and I tried to make a webcomic called The Devil��s Gate. It was minorly successful but eventually floundered. Then I met some people and we tried to make a video game, which also failed. After those few years, I found myself on my own and trying to rework the concept of my webcomic. Making comics, creating stories, those have always been my dream, and I was desperately trying to figure out a story I could make work, something that I believed in. But it never truly got off the ground. By the end of 2015 I had given up on the comic, realizing that after working on it for years in different forms that I needed to step away from it.

I didn’t really know what to do after that. I was still doing my quick daily doodles, but I wasn’t writing, I wasn’t drawing anything of note. I felt emotionally and physically drained of my creativity. I was honestly getting to the point where I thought it might be time for me to give up on trying to be creative or making things all together.

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power came out on November 13, 2018, but despite looking forward to it, I didn’t actually watch it when it came out. It wasn’t until that weekend that I decided to check it out.

I was instantly hooked. I binged through the entire season in two days, and did plenty of crying and cheering. And then rewatched it immediately. I was in love. I was obsessed. It had been a long time since anything grabbed me like SPOP did. I loved the characters. I loved the colorful, sci-fi-fairy tale world of Etheria. I loved how unapologetically feminine it was. And most of all, I loved how queer it was.

I hadn’t done a ton of shipping before SPOP. I’ve been down bad for harlivy for what feels like my whole life, and I was angry when Mika and HG didn’t get together in Warehouse 13, but more often than not I had just been conditioned not to look for queer things in mainstream culture, and even barely in subculture.

That is to say, when I was smashed in the face with Catradora I was surprised how much I glommed onto it immediately. I was absolutely taken with Adora and Catra and their relationship. Both characters were so relatable, and despite not quite being text (although the subtext was so loud and obvious it might as well have been text), it was impossible to not read their feelings for each other as romantic.

It wasn’t just Catradora, even if that was a lot of it. Spinnerella and Netossa being canon from the start was wonderful. How much Glimmer and Bow screamed “BISEXUAL DISASTERS” from the start was adorable. Scorpia’s crush on Catra was as cute as it was sad in its one-sidedness.

I had never really been in a fandom. That is, yeah I’ve liked things, loved things even, but I never found other people to talk about it at length, never found discords just for that thing, never read or wrote fanfic, barely ever drew fanart. 

But, I watched SPOP, and then I watched it again. And then I drew Catra. And then I drew Adora. And then I drew them again. And suddenly I was on AO3, a site I never frequented, reading Catradora fics. And then I had an AO3 account. That December I participated in Catradora Week 2018 (I’d never heard of this kind of thing) and drew two pictures for it and wrote my first fanfic.

By the end of February I had drawn more in the three months since the show had premiered than I had in the previous year. I was working furiously on a long, multi-chapter fanfic, and writing more words than I had in the previous couple of years combined.

I was inspired again.

In the 18 months that SPOP ran for, I drew more than I had in years, I wrote hundreds of thousands of words. I felt so rejuvenated and happy about my creativity and free for the first time in years.

It’s hard to put into words exactly how it felt. I was so close to giving up my art and writing, which honestly, would have been giving up a part of myself. An important part of myself. It’s not overstating that SPOP saved me, or at least my creative spirit.

I also learned about the wonders of being in a fandom and fandom things like fan weeks, big bangs, zines. And I made some wonderful friends that I cherish to this day.

Even as I inevitably moved onto other hyperfixations, my love for She-Ra hasn’t diminished. Plushie Catra and Adora sit next to me on my desk every day. Catradora art still hangs on my wall.

The inspiration that SPOP ignited in me hasn’t died either. It’s carried me through a tremendous level of creativity that I’ve been riding since the premiere. It let me create a ton of fan art for SPOP, and then RWBY and then the Witch From Mercury, and I’ve written a ton of fanfics for RWBY and Supergirl. And perhaps the best, that inspiration has helped me create more OC stuff in the last couple years than I had in a long time.

I owe She-Ra and The Princesses of Power so much. I am so happy that it exists and that it happened when it did. I’ll always cherish it.

And for real, Netflix, SPOP spin-off movies WHEN?!

[o0o0thorn0o0o]

It’s that time of year again!!!

The amount of times Ibis crashed on me ;~; (still sorting out the storage issues—at a slug’s pace, ‘cause other things be preoccupying my mind), but it was worth it!! I’m very much proud, very much pleased, with how it came out this year if I do say so myself! Ahhh, all that struggling with and “refinding” my art style this year was not for naught!!

I think of my previous years, 2021 is my favorite, but it’s officially been replaced now 😌 I feel so content rn (please don’t let this be a short moodlet, eheh)

That said, I do think I prefer last year’s hands. They were also a pain this time—primarily Yukiko’s right hand…

Anywho, previous versions (+ “base-color” version + a close-up ‘cause why not) under the cut (after some more rambling, eheh):

I was really struggling to start this—I restarted it 3 times essentially—so I’m also really happy with how it came out in that regard. As such (plus the crashes), I’m a wee bit late this year, but only by a few days; I really don’t mind it for once, haha.

I noticed I was going in a certain direction over the years with Yukiko’s hairstyle and the light source, and not the one I intended. Realized that this year, so I fixed those trends:

Tried to make the light source more behind and adjusted it’s position to match with the scene in my head more (though, if I really wanted to be truthful to that, she’d be in one of the other ballgowns I designed for her since she wears this specific one for her first meeting with Gakushuu in this AU, whereas the idea for this scene is supposed to be from when they’re much more familiar with each other later on. But, uh, I like this dress wayyy too much, so let’s just ignore that, haha). I was actually thinking of finally implementing a proper bg this year—even sketched it (mainly for perspective, though)—but I really wanted to just get this done, haha, but also… I didn’t want to deal with more crashes… Perhaps next year… but don’t quote me on that, haha.

As for the hair, the strands that bunch up the rest of Yukiko’s hair—I noticed I was placing them too low. How I imagine her hairstyle to be is that they eventually connect up to her bun (I should definitely sketch a back view concept of this design, mainly so I don’t forget stuff like these, eheh, and to visualize just what in the world is going on… but that’s something distant future me will worry about… if she remembers, of course ^^;). But they’re also supposed the same length as the rest of her hair, so… yeah… I thought this would make her hair less fluffier, which would’ve saddened me, haha, but it didn’t! That said, I have a feeling I’ll possibly make it less voluminous next year… Seems a bit too thick… but idk. I like drawing thick hair, haha.

Oh, also, if you’ll notice: I decided to simplify her underskirt design last year, and… yeah, no, I reverted that change, haha.

Mannn, I am in such a mood to draw more “A Brothers’ Quarrel” stuff/AC Kingdom AU stuff in general (like designing some proper outfits for Gakushuu and Karma finally (they’re the main characters, and Yukiko only appears for a specific part of the AU, yet who do I draw the most…? XD), drawing her horse, Camellia, drawing her in her other dresses, finally getting around to drawing her ladies-in-waiting designs in that other Kingdom AU (just how long ago did I post the traditional sketches of them? Yikes…), etc, etc), but I’ve got too much stuff to get finished before the end of the year. I really need to pick up the pace, eheh.

[fantasy-drawings-ra]

Miscellaneous Sketches: Sorry if theses are still a bit messy I was rushing whilst taking a picture of some of the sketches I’ve made in July. And I forgot to erase the smudges on the side.

Image Descriptions:

First image is of is a front view from a head to shoulders style shot or Baizhu. With a slight tilt upward where he’s looking down at viewer and a gentle smile.

Second image is of Herlock Sholmes from head to waist. He is turned in a side profile to the left with his face in a 3/4 angle to the viewer. He has his right arm in a pointing up pose and his expression is a wink from his right eye whilst smiling at viewer.

Third image is of the new Zelda in Echoes of Wisdom. Where she’s carefully walking to our left with her head facing over her shoulder to the right. It’s another 3/4 angle. Where she’s clutching the tri-rod up with both hands and her little friend tri to our right. Her cape and hair are flowing to the right and she has a slightly guarded expression on her face. Full image of her walking. Fourth image is of Princess Zelda based on The Four Swords manga version of her. She is looking slightly down to our right with her hands clasped together to the front. Her eyes are tilted slightly down and she has a calm expression to her face. It’s a 3/4 angle and shot.

Fifth image is of my Oc Dante looking to our right with a slightly miffed/agitated look. His eyes and nose are a bit scrunched and he has a little pout on his lip. He has his head looking over his shoulder with his shoulders face to our left. 3/4 angle from head to shoulders.

Sixth image is of Vio also based on the Four Swords manga version. He is looking to the viewer with a guarded expression facing to the left. Head to shoulders 3/4 angled shot. He has his long hat flowing to the right.

Seventh image is of Professor Layton and Descole based on the famous Lagos and Kabru meme that I hope to redraw in digital after I finish the Herlock Sholmes piece that I’m working on at the moment. The first part of the image has Layton on the right facing the left with a neutral expression. It’s a side profile shot. Descole is on the left facing left but his eyes looking back to Layton. The way that he’s drawn is in a goofy funny sort of exaggerated style and big eyes with three big long eyelashes. The second half of the picture is of Descole in a normal style looking up with tears streaming down his face and eyes closed. To what Layton is supposed to say in the joke (along the lines of “I’m not going to call you a good brother. What you put me through was terrible!” He’s still facing to the left.

Eighth and final image is of Miles Morales Spider-man practice. Looking forward to our right in a 3/4 angle. With a gentle neutral expression and is shot from head to shoulders.

End image description.

Extra fun notes:

The Herlock drawing gave me a bit of trouble this was my third attempt in the month and my fourth attempt ever. I’m still not really satisfied with how it came out but I’m hoping I can fix it in digital.

I’m really excited about the new Zelda game Echoes of Wisdom. So much so that I remember drawing this the same day the first trailer came out. I was really happy with how it turned out. And I’m hoping to get to drawing it in digital hopefully before the game comes out in September. Funnily enough as I was writing the image descriptions the second trailer came out. ☺️

I drew the two four swords characters (Zelda and Vio) after reading through the manga again. Which the last time I did was back in 2013. It was really fun and really brought back memories. So I had to draw something for it. Maybe in the future I’ll hopefully find the time to sketch the rest of the cast.

For the Laios meme of Descole and Professor Layton. As I mentioned I’m hoping to fix it up in digital after the Herlock piece and if I can do another version of this joke with Descole at Bronev at the encouragement from my sibling.

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[gaybae1021]

Katelyn’s Hair Journey

If you can’t tell, I like changes in character design that are symbolic of their development.

Child/teen

Down most of the time, covering her ears, or pulled back in a high ponytail when she needed to work. Eric did his best to make sure her and her siblings had their hair taken care of, but with finances and time stretched so thin there was usually only time for basic care. Even when there was special time to get their hair done, Katelyn would prioritize her siblings over herself.

Jury

At this point Katelyn still isn’t accepting of her elven heritage, but Kasey makes a strong point that the jury is much more of a spectacle than any normal guard position, and Katelyn should show off what makes her unique. So she opts for a plait hairstyle that twists up into a bun, her ears on full display. It’s a fancier look than her earlier style, but is still something she can do without needing others.

Season 1/early season 2

Small change, but once she joins Phoenix drops she stops pinning up the braid, showing how she’s starting to let loose but her hair, just like her, is still somewhat stuck in the past.

Yggdrasil Arc

Okay so I’ve tried very hard to make Katelyn’s hairstyles realistic to her situation and comfort levels. So that meant early on, her hair care was very minimal and practical, and was focused on styles she could do by herself quickly. While she was capable of learning other ways to style her hair, she didn’t have the time to do the proper upkeep, and didn’t trust others enough to do it for her.

After her fight with Ivy, Katelyn was bedridden for quite a while and her hair wasn’t given much attention. It got quite damaged during this time, and even if they could restore it Katelyn could no longer do her own hair, at least not to the same extent as before. So she made the hard choice to cut off most of it. It was a very difficult time for her, but it was ultimately necessary for her to get a fresh start, both with her hair and life overall.

I like the idea here but I think this design came out kinda icky. Cranking up the saturation on her skin just made it way too orange, especially compared to her normal palette. Maybe she’d look better if it wasn’t right next to her other calmer color palette, but I might pull back on the saturation if I draw her in this phase again. Idk maybe because she’s a half elf or maybe because she won’t be bonded for very long she doesn’t have to be as saturated as the other elves.

Season 3

Luckily, her elven heritage makes her hair grow quicker than usual. By the start of season 3 she had regained most of her original length and it was further lengthened by putting it into box braids.

I feel they’re a good mix of practical and expressive. They can be pulled back into a ponytail for no nonsense training. Or they can be put up into a bun with hair jewelry for fancy occasions. Or anything in between. Even though it’s still braids they’re more versatile and flowy than her previous single plait, showing how’s she’s letting loose after her hard reset while still keeping her more reserved personality in mind.

Also I read a post specifically talking about native hairstyles but I also feel it applies here, where hair is believed to be an extension of oneself and braids can symbolize love or care. So I like that Katelyn shifts from one braid she does by herself, to many braids that others do for her.

[genericpuff]

Weird thing I’ve noticed:

Rachel seems to be deathly afraid of giving her characters facial hair- even tho that was like, a staple for a lot of male Greek gods and deities

Well, except for the “unattractive” ones

In Rachel's defense on that one, I can attest that it's difficult to give these characters facial hair when they're all painted neon colors LMAO like, I LOOOOVE drawing facial hair, but even I haven't really bothered giving the male cast facial hair because they're so ethereal/non-human looking that if you gave them something like a mustache or beard, it would start to tip them more towards the 'human' look and it could clash with the colors and enter uncanny valley territory. Like, the characters would either have to have full stylized cartoon beards-

-or nothing at all.

(that's how I get away with it with Dionysus, because his beard is basically just a big 'ole berry bush, so it's able to color match his face and not be distracting with its stylization).

That said, I've seen some great edits of LO panels where characters have facial hair, so that's not to say it can't be done! I just don't know if it's something that Rachel is capable of doing.

Because straight up, Rachel also just doesn't know how to draw men. Or rather, she only knows how to draw one type of man. Most of her portfolio pre-LO consists of drawings of women, many sharing the same body types (though there are some variations around 2010-2014). And just like with the women, when she does draw men, they've all got the same facial structures and body types:

(from The Doctor Pepper/Foxglove Show)

Like, you've got 6 guys here, six, and not a single one of them has facial hair or any extremely varied hairstyle. Half of them look like Hades. I get the sense that Rachel basically learned how to draw one "type" of male and one "type" of female and has just been drawing from those same templates ever since while swapping out minor details like nose shape and hair type.

Shit, here's an actual Hades drawing from back when she started doing Hades x Persephone sketches around 2016/2017:

Like, that's just a guy from The Doctor Pepper Show. He looks like a mix of Donovan and Shifty Ricky LMAO And it's not like she doesn't have mortals in LO either who aren't colored with highlighter marker, but I don't think she ever really gives them beards either. The only guy I can think of off the top of my head is Psyche's *future husband:

And that has the exact kind of stylization/structure that I was talking about before that Rachel would likely have to do if she gave the gods facial hair to keep it from looking silly. Case in point, that time Hermes grew a mustache:

All that said, I do think it's a combination of Rachel not knowing how to draw men (she's even admitted in past AMA's and interviews that she's bad at drawing men and that doesn't seem like something she's tried to improve judging by how the men look in LO) and LO's art style just not mixing well with more human features like beards and body hair. It could wind up looking like a Barbie doll with marker scribbled on it LMAO

(*edited because that's not her dad, that's the man she was married off to , my bad LOL)

[headfullof-ideas]

All right, i decided on a whim to share a rough reference i use in my head of what teenage Ant looks like. Depending on what story or AU I’m writing a teenage Ant for, his appearance changes, but for this one we’ll say it’s my ‘canon’ version of him. Rather, the teenage Ant I have in my head following my internal interpretation of the canon timeline as it takes forever for new seasons to come out, but that I make sure to update as we get new seasons. Also involving a lot of my headcanons for him, most of which explain certain things about either his appearance or mental health, cause our boy is TRAUMATIZED.

Ant is about sixteen to seventeen here, the typical age for teenage main heroes. Except he has already been through being the main hero and is a little sick of it. Or maybe a lot sick of it. A few years prior to where he is in the drawing, the prophecy ends. After defeating the Monumentials and saving the earth from what would have been a devastating rampage, Ant tried to pretend that everything was okay and normal for a while. You know, blocking all of his trauma and acting like nothing’s wrong as is the norm from teenage protagonists. After a while though, Ant realizes that his lifestyle was never really normal to begin with. Ant has a bit of a metal breakdown, not on par with the one Alpheus had or anything, but he has a meltdown when trying to go back to his normal life fails and he realizes he wants a break from everything. From all the families missions and all the adrenaline they experience on a weekly basis and all the danger he hasn’t realized he’s experienced for a majority of his childhood. Fontaine feels guilty for being so proud of her little brother wanting to do normal, not-submarine things, and so Ant starts his own little journey of doing things beyond the titanium hull of the Aronnax.

Now that I’ve gotten the mini bio, or whatever that was, done, time for the headcanons!

- Ant joined his sister in begging their parents to let them try land school, and ultimately Kaiko and Will caved, due to everything the family had just been through. Fontaine went straight to high school while Ant did a year of middle school due to age before moving to high school, with both kids using Kaiko’s maiden name at Ants request. This was because while Ant didn’t hate being a Nekton and was proud of his name, he didn’t want to attract any sort of attention at all. Fontaine wasn’t immediately thrilled by it, but didn’t complain either.

- Ant ended up growing his hair out a bit, and started wearing a beanie as well. He’d alternate how he wore his hair, sometimes keeping it back but usually having it in a sort of half-up half-down style. Mostly because he didn’t want to try to hard with his appearance, and wanted to try something a little different to what he used to wear all the time. (I usually draw adult Ant with longer hair too)

- Ant got his ears pierced when he was fifteen, deciding on a whim that he wanted to. Fontaine was the one who ultimately took him, leaping at the opportunity. He still wears his communicator all the time, but Fontaine convinced him to try a few other bracelets as well.

- After Ants meltdown, he decided to try and separate himself from most of his childhood as much as possible. Not necessarily in a negative way, but more in a manner of trying to find stuff outside of submarine life. Ant felt he didn’t have too many hobbies outside of anything that came in handy with working and living on a submarine, and so started trying out all sorts of activities to find other things he liked to do. This was another thing Fontaine was eager to jump on board with. He still goes out in the Shadow Knight, and he still loves swimming and working on the Aronnax with Kaiko, but he doesn’t spend nearly as much time doing these things as he did when he was younger.

- Another aspect about Ant trying to branch away from submarine life is his clothing. He didn’t wear casual clothes too much as a kid, almost always wearing a wetsuit. As an older teenager, Ant doesn’t wear his wetsuit too much anymore. He has one, and he does use it, but not nearly as often as a kid. He tries to focus on finding a style he likes, which Fontaine is also ecstatic about. Doesn’t always agree with what he picks out, but she’s super excited nonetheless

-As Ant gets older, he starts to develop some more of Kaiko’s features. Ant always felt, to me, like someone where you knew he was Kaiko and Wills kid, but you never saw any similarities until you put him right in between his parents. As Ant gets older though, he starts to lose baby fat and looks a little more discernibly like his parents, especially Kaiko whom he subtly looks more like in regard to facial structure. (Fontaine is, like, a perfect blend of her parents in my opinion. Ant somehow looks exactly like and nothing like either of his parents in the show)

- Ant starts to develop a bit of muscle as a teenager. He’s not Will, and never does get that muscular, but he’s a teenage boy and that sort of thing just tends to happen to teenage boys. He’s still fairly active as well, which helps. His hair also gets a bit thicker because of puberty, and a tiny bit wavy. Not enough to be actually noticeably though, at least until it gets humid out.

- Ant didn’t grow too much between the ages of twelve and fourteen, but then started shooting straight up at fifteen. Will jokes that it’s all the growth spurts he missed in his early teenage years hitting him all at once. This however leads to Ants usual perfect balance due to life on sea being royally screwed up as his center of balance continues to change makes him abnormally clumsy over the next few years until he stops growing so fast at eighteen/nineteen. Being so clumsy leads to a few accidents, like the one that gave him a scar in his eyebrow. Ant usually doesn’t tell people how he got the scar, cause it’s embarrassing to him after spending so long on the ocean. During a summer between school years, the Nektons were on the Aronnax, and Kaiko just gently tipped the Aronnax into a dive. Nothing Ant shouldn’t have been unable to adjust to with ease. Instead, he slid on the floor, lost his balance, and went tumbling down the hall and crashing into a random room with an unfortunate door open where he wound up twisting his ankle, breaking his nose, and cutting his eyebrow deep enough to scar.

- In line with the prior note, Ant has some scars from all the adventures his family has been on. Fontaine does as well, and these only drive home how desperately they want to experience some sort of normalcy, despite still loving their life on the Aronnax.

- Ants clothing style tends to reflect his mental state; how well he’s doing, if anything’s bothering him, that sort of thing.

I’m sure i have plenty other headcanons, but my brain’s struggling to focus on anything new, so here ya go.

[legacygirlingreen]

Part 4: Chapter 1 "Leave Me" // Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: Things are finally going down with the final repository and Rookwood. I decided to make this stray very far from canon to make it more interesting. The next few updates should be full of lots of angst... so I apologize. This section is also quite sporadic jumping around to different locations/people since everything happening is within the same time but different spaces!

Notes: I would like to thank @strawberrypinky again for the continued support, seriously this wouldn't have been possible without you! This is a continuation of my longer story so feel free to read the rest!

Warnings: angst, violence, hints of assault, etc.

Word Count: 12,000 words +

Part 4 - Chapter 1: “Leave me” 

I have been conversing with Dorran as several members of his herd have gone missing over the last few days. He planned to look further south along the coast, asking if we would be willing to scout the Feldcroft region in search of clues since you’ve become familiar with the area. If we leave after potions we should hopefully be back in time for dinner. 

With urgency,

Poppy Sweeting 

Also, bring your broom, I would like to practice my flying. 

She couldn’t help but sigh reading the message passed to her during class as she left the greenhouse with Sebastian. He sensed her frustration, pulling her gently into his side as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Pulling her slightly off to the left side of the stairs when they entered the library annex, he set their books down on the ground as she ran a frustrated hand through her tangled hair.  

She had gotten in late the previous night from helping Amit with an astronomy table. The day before it was Imelda with a broom trial. And Natty the day before while trying to rescue a boy taken by rookwood’s men. This had led to a series of days where she had improperly taken care of herself simply out of exhaustion. The night before specifically had left her unable to take the time to run a brush through her hair, resorting to throwing it in some messy style along with her wrinkled clothes. Looking down for the first time all day she realized she had forgotten her robes in her dorm that morning, suddenly feeling the chill without them. How could she forget something so simple? Why was it always her responsibility to drop everything for the sake of others to forgo rest? In fact, she couldn’t recall the last night in which she got a full night's rest. 

A silent tear slipped down her cheek as she did not have the strength any longer to fight her exhaustion. Knowing this brief pause was useless, as professor Sharp would most certainly give her and Sebastian detention if they didn’t show up in the next few minutes for potions class. However… a small part of her liked the thoughts of having a night off from her responsibilities, even if it was served in detention. She could be there with Sebastian, and not feel the weight of the world on her shoulders… No. She couldn’t think like that. Now was not the time to give up. Taking down Rookwood was a priority. 

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? What did that note say?” Sebastian asked in a soft tone, drawing her into his arms as she started to shake. The last thing she saw before being pulled into his worn Slytherin robe was the concerned look he sported. His bushy eyebrows raised, chocolate brown eyes full of worry and the corners of his plush lips slightly downturned. She both loved and hated that he could always sense how close she was to breaking.  Rubbing circles onto the small of her back he tried to calm her, and do so before they got in trouble for being late to potions. 

It finally dawned on him as he felt the warmth of her skin through just her vest and dress shirt that she wasn’t wearing a robe. He figured she had taken it off for herbology, but looking around he realized she had forgotten it entirely. When he pulled back some, looking down to see her face he also noticed she was wearing two very different shoes : one brown and one black. The eye bags she sported along with the obvious exhaustion clueing in him that she was simply just stretched too thin. 

“Who was it this time?” He asked her, knowing whoever passed the note must’ve once again been asking for her assistance with a task. 

“Poppy.” She mumbled into his light green blazer. 

“Ah. How urgent is her request?” He inquired, knowing that while he already had plans for the afternoon he could arrange for Ominis to entertain her while he was down at the Craigmire coast once their class let up. 

“Quite. The centaurs who helped us save the snigits need help. They’ve had several members of their herd captured by poachers. Finding them may help me locate or get more information on Rookwood since it’s his men.” She knew Poppy’s request was well intended, and that ultimately she would go help, didn’t mean she was thrilled with it cutting into her ability to rest. Mentally she had hoped to steal Sebastian away, simply just to nap in his dorm bed while he poured over research for Anne.  

“That sounds like it could be dangerous. Wouldn’t it be wise to wait until tomorrow? It will be the weekend, and you can hit the road after a full night of rest.” He suggested, knowing there was no point in trying to discourage her from going at all. 

“We are simply trying to locate them, we will let the centaurs handle it once we locate where they are being held. Just some stealth digging then returning. Should be back before supper.” She said reassuringly and Sebastian got the vibe it was more for herself than him. She was well aware he trusted her and her ability. 

“If you believe you are up to it…” he said. 

“I am. Besides we are searching the Feldcroft region… would you like to come with us? We could eat with Anne and Solomon perhaps.” She suggested. 

While normally he would be jumping at the chance to see his sister, he was unsure how long it would take for him to complete his errand, one she specifically couldn’t know about. 

“I uh, actually promised Sirona I would go collect something for her from the far southern coast… I may not be back in time for dinner…” he said sheepishly. He felt horrible rejecting her attempt to spend time with him, as they had seen each other much less since being back at school between his working on the weekends and her constantly running errands outside the castle. 

“Oh.” She spoke very deflated.

“You go see them, and I will join you all when I am finished. How does that sound?” He offered a secondary plan and she seemed to accept his proposal. 

“Let’s go to class before we are late. I can see you and Poppy off as well.” He stood in front of her, sliding his school robe off, delicately wrapping it around her shoulders and clasping it in the front, before stretching out his hand. 

She accepted both, allowing him to slide his warm robes over her shoulders, as his woody masculine smell surrounded her as their fingers intertwined. 

One class then a small errand with Poppy before she could rest. How bad could it truly be? 

             

“Be careful, please.” He spoke against the skin between her eyebrows as they stood near the front gate to the castle. 

“I always am.” She said, clear exhaustion in her tone, but still undeterred by her heroic nature.

“Usually, you are, I will agree. But I mean it… please. No unnecessary risks…” he said, unsure why he felt that sinking feeling in his stomach once more. Last time he’d felt it, she came home, hole through her chest, bleeding out in his childhood bed. Taking in a shaky breath he moved her to look at him by lifting her cheek in his hand. “I need you to come back to me in one piece.” He explained with a shaken breath.

When she noticed the look of concern in his eyes she softened, pulling him in by the back of his head, slotting their lips together. Feeling him sigh into her mouth, she opened her lips, letting him slide his tongue inside. He gave little regard to Poppy standing only a few feet away as he pulled her closer by the waist. 

Eventually Sebastian pulled away, eyes stinging slightly before he cleared his throat, trying to keep himself from allowing tears to properly form in his eyes. “Promise me you’ll come back.” He all but demanded, tone pleading with her as their fingers remained locked together. 

“I promise.” She told him, seeming more confident than she had before. 

While Sebastian still had a lingering bad feeling he decided to press one last kiss to her lips, stepping back as she mounted her broom, giving him one last wink before her and Poppy prepared to set off.

“Keep her safe Poppy, you know how she always needs to play hero.” He said, trying to break the tension in the air. 

“Of course. Not even a scratch. I promise”. Poppy told him, looking off to the horizon as they both set off in search of captured Centaurs. 

Sebastian took a few steps to the left, feeling the weight of the coins in his pocket as he also left the castle grounds using the floo flame. 

               

“I thought you hated broom travel” she shouted over the wind to Poppy.

“It’s been growing on me…” the quiet hufflepuff responded, face blazing red, and her short brown hair a mess.

“It doesn’t have anything to do with a certain quidditch playing roommate of mine does it?” She teased, knowing that Poppy had been going off grounds with Imelda for weeks now as the girls desperately wanted alone time away from the prying eyes of their classmates. 

“Perhaps… does she ever… talk about me?” Poppy asked, not quite sure what she was expecting in response but curious nonetheless.

“Poppy Sweeting! How could I betray my dear roommate by divulging such information!” She pretended to be horrified at the thought and her companion must have not realized she was being sarcastic.

“right, of course… I am sorry” Poppy told her, attempting to speed ahead but y/n easily caught up to Poppy on her own broom. Bringing them both to a halt over the town of Irondale.

“Poppy, I’m only messing with you. Truly you should see the way she’s always a mess before you all go fly together. Always pacing, asking me to help with her hair knowing the wind will send it flying anyways. I don’t know the full extent of what you get up to, but I know she enjoys spending time with you. The smile on her face when she comes back is always so bright.” She explained, looking at the racing course atop the hill before signaling Poppy to follow her. 

The pair made their way over to the flying course she still held the record for, the one that brought her friendship with her dorm mate through mutual respect of flying. Hoping off her broom she made her way over to a discovery she recently had made while out on a flight with Sebastian, making a point of not mentioning it to him. 

Bringing the Hufflepuff girl around one of the wood planks at the back of the landing pad she crouched down slightly, pointing to a new carving. Now in the grain of the wood “I + P” inside of a crudely carved heart. Whoever did it must have struggled and she couldn’t help but know it was Imelda given she helped dig a splinter out of the girl's hand not long ago. 

Poppy didn’t speak as she ran her fingers over the plank, smiling to herself as her face flushed. 

“How did you-?” She asked 

“Revealio. Plus Sebastian isn’t exactly the fastest flyer. I got bored waiting for him to finish the course” she explained with a laugh and a shrug 

“I didn’t want to say anything earlier…” She started by trailing off while looking down.

“But?” Y/n pressed the girl, unsure what she was alluding to. 

“You both just seem very good for each other… I think if anyone could find even half the love you both share, they should consider themselves lucky.” She explained.

“What makes you say that?” She asked, curiously kicking a pebble under her shoe, realizing they should attempt to make some sort of progress before the sun goes down. 

“You and Sebastian are just so in sync. I don't really know how to explain it.  The way he looks at you, or you look to him. The way he is always there with a hand offering without you even needing to ask. You two both are just so attentive towards one another, honestly I find myself jealous of it most days. Not because I want him..” Poppy started to defend herself but the girl just laughed. 

“I am well aware of what you meant Poppy… thank you for saying that. I feel as if some days our peers would believe us to be moving too fast. That most of our feelings are sudden, and may not be genuine. I appreciate knowing your insight.” She felt sort of relieved knowing her best friend since starting Hogwarts was more understanding than their peers, and saw them without judgment. 

“Of course… thank you for showing me this carving… we should continue our search” she said, once again mounting her broom and nodding off towards the coast. Y/n mounted her broom and followed her off into the sunset as they made their way over the Feldcroft region together. 

Sebastian stepped into the small hamlet along the southern coast, tracing the steps he’d taken a few times now in the past few weeks. Having followed Solomon’s advice, once he’d gotten the money from Sirona, he reached out to a metal worker in Cragcroft. The older man had been the same metal worker that his father had used when selecting a ring for his mother. The man, strangely enough, remembered the exact design he had done for the deceased Sallow’s. While his mother had always adored the ornate emerald ring given to her by his father, he wanted to put much more thought and care into this. 

It took much convincing to talk the metal worker down from the lavish and over the top designs he had been doing for about a decade now, as muggle ring designs were slowly becoming more and more popular. Sebastian couldn’t imagine his witch with a large and gaudy piece of jewelry like the ones he was initially recommended. Instead he thought about their relationship, and elements of it that truly mattered to him. 

He thought of the moment he first saw her, busting inside the great hall and how beautiful she looked when her robes turned green. He thought about the moment they met, and how bright her eyes were in the firelight. He thought of the moments they’d shared in Feldcroft and how alive she was in the hamlet. He almost decided on something to represent her dance in the snow but it wasn’t quite enough. 

Eventually it all came back to that moment, very recently, where she’d compared him to stardust. Since that night, Sebastian couldn’t help but feel an invigorated sense of confidence whenever looking into the mirror, seeing the freckles she compared to constellations in his reflection. The morning after she had done so he stood in his dorm room, staring into the small vanity as he went to shave, seeing all the blemishes and he couldn’t stop smiling at the lovely compliment she had given him.  He remembered touching them so reverently, appreciative to the fact she adored them enough to compare him to the night sky. 

He thought of how she often came alive in the night, when they would sneak off the school grounds together tracking leads for the keepers trials and the goblin uprising. She always looked downright ethereal in the moonlight and starlight. Beyond that she felt like a beautiful and bright source of light in his life, much like the sun. How her very essence was that of the cosmos, of a goddess in the heavens. He knew he had to do something for her with that imagery, since that is immediately what his mind went to when he thought of her.  

The old man took his ideas to heart, trying to find a way to incorporate the idea of celestial art into gold for him.  At first he tried to convince Sebastian that she would like a large, ornate ring with a large center stone and several small cut stones surrounding it that resembled a star. The bloody thing looked ridiculous to him even in a sketch as he couldn’t imagine such a large piece of jewelry on her small, dainty hands.  

Slowly he was able to convince the man that the smaller, and simpler the better. In fact, his ability to convey that he would prefer more detailed wedding bands as a consolation prize, with a less ornate engagement ring seemed to pique the man's interest. The jeweler confided in Sebastian that the only variety usually in the wedding bands he did were the metal themselves, as people usually cared less about the design for those rings. Having more of a challenge with the creativity in that arena finally led the two of them to a place they agreed… after weeks of pondering, trial and error. 

Sebastian realized he may have been deemed foolish to get all of them at the same time, but deep down he knew there was little reason to think she would reject his proposal.  They had discussed life after Hogwarts and it always included some version of the two of them as husband and wife.  Having them ready to go at a moment's notice in case Anne took a bad turn with her health also seemed like a good idea to him. 

So when the older man finally showed him the concept sketch for the entire set he was actually excited by the hard work they’d both put in.  Walking over to the booth in Cragcroft now, he couldn’t help but be excited to finally be seeing the end result.  In fact, he was so excited he could almost feel his hands shaking with the anticipation to have them in his possession finally. He had already paid for the majority of the work upfront, only owing a little more for the end result. 

“Ah Mr. Sallow” the older man spoke, seeing him walking up with a proud smile on his face.  He couldn’t help but notice the way the young man walked confidently, with his chin held high in the golden sunlight.  When the young Sallow had first approached him, he first questioned the age and maturity of him, as Sebastian did have a young appearance due to his boyish grin and freckles. Even after he explained that he was in fact 17, legal in their world’s laws, it still took some convincing. Over the course of their time working together, he came to realize the young man was wise beyond his years, and already of age within the wizarding world. Despite this he couldn’t help but recall his very faint memory of the boy’s father, who also purchased rings at such a young age. 

“I got your owl, and I came as soon as I could, '' Sebastian explained. The man reached back into a small chest, using an unlocking charm to open it, before removing a box about the size of a small tome. 

“I have to say, this has been some of my best work to date.  It is quite unique. You have a great eye and attention to detail Mr. Sallow.” The Jeweler spoke as he opened the box, which contained two smaller ring boxes inside.  One, very ornate, and dark green while the other was simple. Beneath the boxes laid the few pieces of parchment that detailed a sketch of his work as well as notes from their time planning together. The jeweler lifted his wiry hands to select the green box, handing it off to Sebastian as he held onto the rest.  

Sebastian stood there for a moment simply staring at the outside of the box, his nerves getting the better of him.  He noticed the way even the box looked so small in his large hands. Eventually he found the anticipation too great and opened it.  

Inside he saw the beautiful center stone, clear and radiant. It was set in a simple design that replicated a star. Along the thin band, off to the side of the center stone were small radiant white gems on each side to highlight the design of center. It looked so small and simple, but he couldn’t help but smile, finally seeing it in person. It combined both her unique sort of style while also maintaining a level of elegance. It was dainty and avoided the gaudiness of most rings he had seen. It lacked much of the height he had seen other rings have, which would suit her well as it was less likely to get caught on things. It was perfect. 

“I am speechless… this is better than I could have imagined.” He said, still admiring the way it caught the light of the setting sun, sparkling inside the box. He couldn’t help but try and think of what it would look like on her finger and how he would feel sliding it on for the first time. Eventually he closed the box, handing it back to the man, who passed him the second one. 

“I am glad. I must admit, I found it to be such a charming piece and I admire your commitment to making something so perfect for your soon to be finance. I am certain she shall love it. I hope the bands themselves are also to your liking” he gestured to the box as Sebastian also took his time looking at them. 

Inside he found two golden bands. One significantly larger than the other, as well as much thicker. Unlike every other wedding ring he’d ever seen, the one intended for him had a simple star, the same shape as the one on her ring, engraved in the center. His parents' rings had engravings on the inside, but this was proudly on the outside, as it was integral to the design.  The other was much more ornate, having many small stars and constellations depicted on the thin band, as well as some small stones sporadically placed inside some of the larger stars.  They were exactly what he had hoped they would be.  Hers showcasing the night sky, while his showed just a small, simple aspect that he was in fact hers.

“I don’t know what to say… these are incredible” Sebastian spoke still looking at them. 

“You should make sure yours fits” the man recommended, offering a hand to take the box from him as Sebastian removed the larger gold band.  He stared at it a moment, before sliding it onto his left ring finger.  He’d never worn a ring, finding the way the cool metal sat along his hand to be an odd sight as well as an odd feeling.  He turned his hand over, examining it.  When he looked at it,  he couldn’t help but feel like an adult, as it marked such an important milestone he was actually excited to take part in.  The thought of himself, as a married man, was slightly odd. Not that he didn’t want to be, just to admit it to be something he wanted sooner rather than later, brought forth an excitement, nervousness and other emotions he couldn’t quite put his finger on. 

Sebastian also thought of how his mother would lift his father’s hand when he would become stressed, as she gently kissed the simple silver band he hardly removed. Sebastian could almost hear in his mind how his mother would gently whisper “I’m here Sampson” against the skin of his knuckles and the wedding band as his father would sigh. In the limited years he got with his parents he rarely saw his father take his wedding ring off, keeping it on while he worked, slept, and only removing it on occasion to wash. His mother did the same, only taking it off when she would clean dishes, hanging it on a nail his father drove into a beam by the kitchen sink. 

When they died, and he and Anne were given their parents wedding rings, he realized that the entire time he’d seen his parents rings, he’d never once noticed the engraving on the inside of their plain matching silver bands. Ad Astra was on the inside of each silver ring, a phrase he knew in Latin meant, “to the stars”, but the significance of why it meant so much to them remained to this day a mystery. Just another reason he felt himself inclined to ask the man for something celestial for him and his beloved. For a moment he almost forgot where he was standing, as well as the fact that he wasn’t alone until the man spoke.

“I take it the smile means you are satisfied with it” he said, commenting on Sebastian’s expression. 

“Yes, I just… it is going to take some getting used to seeing that soon, I suppose,” Sebastian admitted, racking a hand through his brown hair, staring down at the ring on his left hand. One day that ring would go on and rarely come off.  He imagined that there would be times he would twist it around his finger when he was distracted, or perhaps his witch would toy with it when holding his hand in hers. He would see it when he was getting ready for the day. He would see it during moments they weren’t together, a reminder that he had a home in the heart of someone else. He would also get to see that ring on his hand that would be holding onto her bare body, as she writhed beneath him. He shut down that train of thought quickly, before slipping it off and handing it back to the man who placed it back in the box, handing him everything. 

The man had been gracious enough to disguise the box as a book, so that it would look inconspicuous to anyone who might stumble upon it from the outside. He could probably place it on his desk along with the rest of his literature until he would need it. Sebastian reached inside his pocket, grabbing the leather pouch with the remaining money and handing it off to the man. 

“I must admit, I haven’t spent much time this far into the highlands in a while. This region is quite pretty this time of day. I can understand why you live here” Sebastian admitted, watching the way the sun was starting to set over the wheat field. 

“It is lovely. Have you by chance found a home yet? Or a place to build one?” He inquired. 

“I have not. I suppose that is next on my list of things to do.” He explained. 

“Well, a friend of mine lives in Marunween. He said recently a couple fled their home on the outskirts of their hamlet due to the recent goblin activity, deciding to relocate to America. He bought their home in order to help them get the money they needed to leave, but he is trying to find someone to purchase it. I looked it myself, considered the change in scenery, but I don’t think I can leave Cragcroft… I do believe it may be a wonderful it if you are interested.” 

Sebastian thought about the man’s words for a moment before he asked him “I don’t have much money for anything fancy. Most of my inheritance went towards my sick twin sister” 

“I also know of an old house atop the hill, in the same hamlet that used to belong to my sister, but a storm knocked a tree through the roof. It would require much work with transfiguration, but it still has a good structure. Visiting it breaks my heart seeing a place a beloved sister loved so dearly in such disrepair. I would love to see it restored and being put to good use.” the man retorted.

“Maruween you say?”

“Yes at the top of the mountain that the hamlet is built under. It has such a lovely view, and a jobberknoll nest out front”

“But a tree through the roof?” Sebastian asked with a wariness at the prospect of fixing such damage. 

“It’s not that far from here I could show you if you’d like. It will take some work, but it may not be a bad option for someone as young and resourceful as yourself“ the man gestured to Sebastian‘s Slytherin robes as he said resourceful.

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to just check it out, that is if it’s not so much trouble for you?” Sebastian knew it would put his return time further back but having a lead on a home would be nice to have.

“I was already heading that way to meet with a friend so it’s no bother at all. I think it admirable how maturely you carry yourself young man. Besides I think knowing that beautiful location is being utilized once more would be a comforting thought. With ranroks activity in the area people are fleeing. Building a future for the region is an importance people aren’t considering right now.” He replied, collecting a satchel. 

“Well I still think the Feldcroft region is more of where I’d like to end up but if this place is as affordable as you say, it may be worth considering just so we could start a decent life together.“ Sebastian said realizing it may be a smart decision.

The man offered his arm for Sebastian, and the two apparated away. 

Poppy and her were making their second lap over the region when Poppy finally spotted something.

“Look down there I see movement near those tents. We should land and track up on foot to get a closer look“

The pair set down in the trees about 100 yards away before casting disillusionment and slowly traversing the rocky landscape to the edge of the poachers camp. There were about 20 people milling about in the camp, along with the normal traps, cages, firs, and other items associated with poaching. They crept closer and waited behind the small Stonewall at the edge of the camp while listening for anything that might indicate the centaurs location.

Time passed, and no word on the missing centaur’s location was mentioned, so they went to leave when she overheard something troubling from two of the poachers at the edge of the camp. Her and Poppy moved closer to hear what the two poachers were saying… 

“Why’s the boss got us out all this way?”

“He’s got us keeping an eye on some former auror he’s been extorting. Trying to make sure he doesn’t go to the ministry. And keeping an eye on a curse he’s been developing… he usually checks in every now and again himself but he’s been preoccupied by that student”

Immediately she had a sinking feeling in her chest over what she hoped wasn’t true about the words the poachers spoke. Surely they couldn’t be talking about the sallows…

She abandoned Poppy, attempting to follow them as they walked towards a tent at the edge of the camp. She stalked behind them quietly trying not to lose track of what they were saying but when they slipped inside the tent she no longer could hear them. 

“Blast.” She whispered under her breath as Poppy, still under disillusionment like herself, caught up. 

“What were they talking about? An ex auror? A curse? That doesn’t sound like centaurs…” poppy asked looking confused 

She couldn’t help but grimace. Reaching over she clutched Poppy’s hand, pulling her backwards a tad before casting silencio over the two of them. 

“No it doesn’t… but I wonder…” she trailed off once again. She didn’t want to believe that Solomon might’ve known the whole time what truly happened to Anne. Or that her love’s dear twin was suffering as the result of Victor rookwood trying to develop nasty incurable curses. 

“Poppy, I need you to listen to me right now. I am worried that the curse they are discussing is related to Anne Sallow… and the former auror is their uncle and guardian Solomon… I don’t have much time to explain but I need to get in there and figure out what they know. I don’t expect you to come with me given the risk. But I can’t let this opportunity slip through my fingers if there’s a chance it could help save her.” She explained to Poppy, feeling the girl’s fingers shake around her own. 

“You think they may have more information on what curse is killing Sebastian’s sister?” Poppy asked for clarification and she nodded. 

“They may or may not but I am surely not going to neglect to find out. I can hope to slip in undetected, maybe find some more information. You should wait here” she didn’t want her friend putting herself in harm's way over something that was growing to be a more personal matter.

“Are you sure? You don’t know how many of them there are inside that tent.” Poppy asked uncertainty laced in her voice.

“If something goes wrong I am going to need to rely on you to get help.” She explained knowing Poppy could get back to the castle and get the professors. 

“Alright. I will wait here but please… be careful. You know the poachers are incredibly upset with you specifically.” Poppy sounded more concerned than she’d heard the hufflepuff in the past. 

“I’m always careful. Wait here.” And with that she slipped after the two poachers she’d spotted and headed closer to the tent. 

Hoping over the small stone fence she slipped around the back of the tent, mindful to be quiet. Eventually the voices she had been chasing returned to earshot. 

“I still don’t know why Victor has us doing his dirty work. Why should we have to stalk some farm girl to see how poorly she’s doing.” 

“But feldcroft of all places. It’s so utterly boring. Not to mention rookwood castle is no longer available to us with those blasted goblins haven taken over victor's home” 

That was all she needed for confirmation that it was in fact Anne they were stalking. Some quick thinking made her realize that perhaps drawing them out of the tent to see what she could find inside may be a decent idea. 

Slipping around near the flap of the tent, she quietly whispered “confringo” setting some crates at the far edge of the tent on fire. She continued with “bombarda” causing a tree limb to fall on their cart. The ruckus served as enough of a distraction because both the poachers ran out of the tent to investigate as she slipped in behind them. 

Inside the tent remained empty of other poachers thankfully. Only a few desks with various pieces of parchment sat on one side with the rest of the space seemed to be more for living as it had bunk beds and tables filled with belongings and food. 

She stalked over to the desk, carefully sifting through the parchment. Reading the tops to see if their contents proved useful. 

Most of them seemed to be detailed notes for moving magical creatures through the highlands instead of Anne. Until she came across a small, leather bound journal without a label. Opening the ties around it she turned to the first page seeing December 31 1889  across the top. The date alone made her want to lurch knowing that Sebastian and Anne’s birthday was the same time in which Anne was cursed. Pocketing the journal she continued looking for more relevant information when she heard a chuckle behind her before her disillusionment charm was forcibly dropped.

Expeliarmous! Her wand flew from his hands as she truly began to dread what was to come. Was poppy okay? Had they discovered her as well? 

“Well well… What do we have here? Looks like someone has wandered too far from the castle…” she turned to see the man, grinning at her like a deranged lunatic. The other man standing next to him came closer, ready to grab her as she clutched her wand and the journal.

“Wait till the boss hears about this. You sweetheart… are going to make me rich. Rookwood put out quite the bounty on your head you know… go get the others!” he said to the other man who quickly apperated away as he came closer. 

“Come here, I don’t bite” he said, snatching her into his arms as he grabbed the journal out of her possession. 

“Stealing things you shouldn’t… naughty girl. I ought to teach you a lesson before the boss gets here.” He said, voice sliding into a concerning tone. 

“Get your hands off me!” She struggled but he pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist as his other hand grabbed her by the hair. 

“Not a chance. I’m not letting you get away this time. Besides, you’re such a pretty thing…” he said, his arm around her waist dipping lower to grab her buttocks as she continued to struggle. 

“I said get off!” She screamed at him as he laughed. 

“Not a chance. The boss has had eyes on you for a while now. How was Christmas down in Feldcroft with the Sallows? Tell me again, what’s that boy's name? The one you let hold your hand? The one you let kiss you? I must say… getting to watch him put his hands on you has been one of the only enjoyable things about being stuck all the way out here…” he said as she panicked knowing he had been watching them closely if he’d seen her and Sebastian. It made her stomach turn now realizing they weren’t truly alone in those moments. 

“Cat got your tongue lass? I do wonder truly how much you’ve allowed that Sallow boy to do to you… has he gone so far as to deflower you?” He hissed against her neck as she continued to try and break free from his arms. 

“Perhaps I ought to drag him in here. I can ask him myself… and if he hasn’t… well I’ll let him watch as a real man-“ his words were cut off as she heard a loud bombarda sound in the air. The man’s grip was ripped away from her as he went flying across the tent, his head smacking one of the beams as he fell to the ground, limp. 

Poppy must’ve been alright. Suddenly the hufflepuff in question ran inside and up to her. 

“Are you alright? I saw them follow you and when I got closer I heard him talking. What happened?” Poppy’s questions ran together as she looked around. 

“We don’t have time, we need to get out of here. I need to find my wand” she explained searching for her wand eventually finding it. 

The sounds of many people apparating filled the air and the two looked panicked at one another. 

“Shit. Poppy you need to leave. You need to get out of here. Please. Take this” she said, thrusting the journal and the parchment into the girl's hands as she brushed herself off ready for the fight.

“Not without you. I promised sebas-"Poppy started but she was stopped by the girl. 

“No. I don’t care what you promised him, this is more important. That journal may contain the key to saving Anne. Go to Feldcroft immediately and warn Solomon they are coming and to get Anne to Hogwarts. Then leave, take the journal back to nurse Blainey. After you make sure she has it, go get professor Sharp. Tell him where we are. Tell him what’s happened. If you have time, find Ominis and tell him that Solomon knew this whole time what happened to Anne and that I sent you.” She rushed out an explanation as she ran out of the tent seeing the field absolutely filled with rookwood’s men. Poppy ran out behind her seeing over 2 dozen men waiting for them. 

“You there, stop!” They shouted at the girls as y/n began firing spells and to protect them both. Poppy joined in for a moment, but with holding onto the journal and parchment, trying to avoid dropping them, she became distracted, missing a poacher lurking behind her. 

“Poppy look out!” She shouted blasting him, as a curse from the opposite direction struck her in the back. She struggled but kept herself upright. Looking into the scared brown eyes of her friend she felt herself being blasted with a curse that sent electricity through her body. 

Turning around she tried to cast protego around the two of them, to no avail. 

“Poppy go, you must!” She shouted over the fighting. The girl shook her head refusing to listen.

“Poppy please, you must… I can’t let her suffer. I can’t let him suffer any longer” she explained, out of breath. 

More poachers appeared as she struck them down. The fight seemed like it would be never ending. Lifting her wand she drew down a cloud of her ancient magic, attempting to level the field some and reassure poppy she could leave. 

“Poppy go, I’m right behind you. If you don’t warn them now I fear they’ll be in trouble” she explained and poppy nodded sadly accepting the situation. 

“I’m coming back for you, I promise. Just hold them off "Poppy said just as she heard the words crucio muttered behind her. The last thing poppy saw before she apparated away was y/n falling to the ground writhing in pain as several poachers crept closer. 

              

Well… the house certainly wasn’t what Sebastian expected. When he and the old man appeared in front of it, he was amazed at the view. It overlooked a massive lake and a small hamlet. There was a tree filled with jobberknoll flying and landing all around them. The view was something out of a dream… the home however. 

Had a tree through the roof. 

“I know it’s not ideal and will take a lot of work to get the tree out and the roof fixed but it’s got a solid foundation, and you can’t beat the view. Plus I honestly couldn’t think to make you pay much for it. The only thing worth a sickle is the land itself” the man explained. He did have a point but Sebastian worried this sort of transfiguration was above his pay grade. 

“It’s not going to be an easy one, but I think it could be…” Sebastian wasn’t sure what possessed him to say “fun” but he did.

The old man chuckled, finding it amusing that a young man would consider this to be the home for his bride to be, and that the insane amount of hard work it would take to restore it would be enjoyable. 

“That’s one way to put it for sure.” 

“I enjoy a challenge, and I’m quite resourceful. Besides my witch, she’s actually quite the novice at transforming spaces using magic” he explained thinking this might actually be a worthwhile idea. Taking a step inside he could see where the second level used to be and that for the most part only a destroyed potions station remained. 

Anne would cringe seeing a potions station destroyed. 

Anne. He was supposed to go meet everyone in feldcroft. They were probably waiting for him right about now. 

“The fireplace is hooked to the floo network, so once restored it will make traveling easier,” the man explained as he walked around trying to imagine the space being a place that was actually livable. While difficult I'm in its current state, he could almost imagine coming in and seeing her baking bread at what could be the kitchen. Or him playfully chasing her up stairs that they could conjure, as he laughed trying to catch her. Sebastian could build library shelves into the wall so that his books had a home. He could see a small section they could add on; when they needed room for a nursery someday… 

“How much would you want for it?” He asked the man.

“Before the tree and the goblin activity in the area I might’ve been able to get a decent penny for the place but now… 50 galleons?” He responded. 

Sebastian almost fell over knowing that the man practically intended to let him have the place for a few shifts at the three broomsticks. Money he actually had on him currently. 

“That’s all?” He asked, trying to clarify. 

“It has become more of a burden to track all the way out here to make sure there’s no squatters if I’m honest. I would be happy knowing a very resourceful young man who seems intent on handling things respectfully is taking care of the place my sister used to love.” He explained and Sebastian pondered.

Should he wait for her? Should he buy it and worse comes to worse they could sell the land and find somewhere else? What if she wanted to live closer to school? It wasn’t Feldcroft but it wasn’t that far knowing they had their own private floo. 

“If you’re sure… I think it may be a fun idea for us to fix it up together. I can see that with some love it could be a very beautiful home” Sebastian said after a moment. 

“I can send the deed via owl, since I have it back in my home, but if you want to just scribble out a written agreement on those parchments there “ the man pointed to the table and Sebastian nodded, handing him the parchment and quill. 

Sebastian reached into his pocket, finding the money Solomon had given him, counting out the gold as the man wrote a loose contract before he signed, handing him the gold and taking the paper. 

“I should be going now to meet my friend” the older man explained and Sebastian thanked him, knowing the man had single handedly helped him in many ways with securing a happy future. 

As the man left, Sebastian took a look at the home and plot of land, jotting down some crude notes on what he knew he would need to fix and sketching out the current layout, with plans to illustrate things he intended to do. After a long time examining the home he took a walk to the tree out front. 

Climbing up its branches he sat upon a decent sized limb lookin out as the sun started to descend, turning the sky brilliant shades of purple and pink. It was quite peaceful from up this high. 

He thought of his future, their future. How he could come home every day and see her, happily tending a small garden. He knew she would be thrilled to see the jobberknoll so close to their home, maybe even introduce more beasts to the area. Would she bring her vivariums and protect others? They could build a small wooden table and place it out front and eat dinners on days like this and watch the sunset together or enjoy morning tea or coffee outside. 

He could wake up each morning in a double bed instead of his current single and hold her close before they descend the stairs together, perhaps bathe together to get ready for the day. Maybe he could build a swing in the tree and they could relax next to one another overlooking the hamlet.

When she would get sick he could carry her from a spot on the lounge upstairs to their bed, tucking her in and making sure she kept fluids and potions in her. Whenever she was having a bad day he could collect a book from the library he could build, because Merlin knows he loved to read, and he could cheer her up by reading aloud and acting out the voices. 

On weekends they could walk down to the coast together, and enjoy a quiet picnic on the beach. When they ran low on things like eggs they could travel down to the hamlet below together and say hi to their neighbors. Then they could walk back, cooking breakfast together as he undoubtedly would make a mess and she’d laugh while attempting to clean it up. 

She could help him shave with the razor she got him, the one he was always so happy to use in the mornings even now. He could jokingly make her think she’d nicked his skin just to see her reaction before he’d laugh and allow her to continue. Perhaps he’d even allow her to cut his thick brown hair when it got too unruly as the thoughts of allowing her gentle hands to do so didn’t seem frightening. 

They could stay together and share secrets and stories and never grow tired of one another. He’d never known what he wanted in life until he met her and now it all made such sense. Every mundane thing seemed wonderful if it meant it would be with her. 

Realizing the time, Sebastian knew he should be heading back, that he should go to Feldcroft and see his family, not to mention: her. But he couldn’t find it in himself to leave this daydream that was slowly becoming a reality. Perhaps he could stay just a little longer and happily continue thinking of the future…

              

“Mr Sallow! Mr Sallow!” Poppy banged on the door of the home y/n had described as Sebastian’s frantically as she looked over her shoulder. Taking her advice she tucked the journal away, no longer fully trusting Mr. Solomon as she continued trying to get someone to open up. Eventually the door swung open. 

“What is Merlin's name?!” The very angry face of a man poppy could only assume was Sebastian’s uncle opening the door. Poppy noticed the way he shared the same brown eyes as Sebastian and Anne but his hair was much darker, with streaks of gray and he had a beard. 

“Poppy? Poppy Sweeting?” A timid voice called out behind the man as Poppy pushed her way inside with no regard. 

“Anne! Mr. Sallow! We need to leave. I need to get you both out of here.” She said frantically. 

“Not until you tell me what the hell is going on here Miss. Just because you go to school with my niece and nephew doesn’t mean you can just barge in here on a Friday nig-“ he started but Poppy interrupted. 

“Y/n is in trouble and there are about a dozen of Rookwood’s men most likely headed here this instant. She sacrificed herself so I could escape and warn you both. Please don’t let that be in vain. I need to get her help and you need to leave before it gets too dangerous. We haven’t got long!” She explained hoping to appeal to Solomon’s better nature. Realization crossed the older man’s features and then his eyes hardened.

“Have you no proof for what you speak? I refuse to leave my home on the words of a student.” He explained. 

“Uncle Solomon, if she is in trouble we need to help her. You can’t possibly leave y/n to Rookwood’s men all alone. I trust poppy… if she says we need to leave-“ Anne tried to reason but it seemed in vain as Solomon interrupted her. 

“I don’t care what you think, we aren’t leaving” he said stubbornly. 

“I am. I am no longer a child and you cannot keep me here. If you want to stay here and fight poachers, be my guest” Anne said, grabbing her coat and following Poppy to the floo flame near the home. 

“Anne, get back here!” Solomon called behind her but the girl broke out into a faster walk.

“Anne, we have to hurry… y/n also found more information about your curse. Let’s get to Hogwarts and we can go from there "Poppy explained as they approached the floo network, disappearing in time to miss the poachers that ascended on the hamlet, charging towards the Sallow residence. 

Solomon, deciding not to fight, went into the home, grabbing what possessions he knew were irreplaceable before apparating away from the home. 

He heard something about Hogwarts, knowing he would have to appear off school grounds before heading towards the school due to its charms. So he started after the girls, hoping that his fear of y/n and miss Sweeting discovering his knowledge of Anne’s curse was just in his head…

              

As Poppy and Anne made their way into Hogwarts, ascending to the hospital Poppy filled her in on what had happened. About the poachers in the area, that Rookwood had been the one to curse Anne, and that she had made out with the journal detailing what exactly he had done to her. How Sebastian’s love had bravely faced a small army of men on her own to ensure Poppy could escape. The only thing she neglected to tell Anne was that Solomon might’ve known the whole time… 

Handing the girl the journal they discovered,Anne shook almost violently realizing that it hadn’t been goblins to curse her this whole time and that there was more to the story. The two quickly rounded the top of the stairs, rushing into the hospital ward. 

“Nurse Blainey, I believe we may have discovered more information about the curse that affects Anne, if you could look over this journal and notes we discovered for a possible cure, I need to go find professor Sharp,” Poppy explained and Anne grabbed her arm before she left. 

“Wait, don't leave me!” Anne said fearfully that once Solomon caught up he’d drag her from school. 

“I need to find Professor Sharp to help y/n since he will know how to handle it being an ex auror, since your uncle refused to help. I will see if I can find Sebastian or Ominis, and I will tell them what’s happened I promise "Poppy told her before running off to find help. Just as she left the hospital she was intercepted by Garreth Weasley, climbing the stairs to get to his Aunt’s room. 

“Woah, slow down Poppy, you keep running like that you’ll fall down the stairs' ' the ginger joked playfully but when he saw the almost tears forming in her eyes he moved to catch up with her. 

“What’s wrong Poppy? What happened?” he asked her, searching for an answer. 

“They took her. Rookwood’s men, they have her. I barely escaped. She told me to leave her… Sebastian is going to be so angry with me” she said before dissolving into tears as she continued rushing down the stairs. 

Garreth didn’t know who the Hufflepuff was referring to until she said ‘Sebastian’ and then it dawned on him that Sweeting was referring to the new 5th year. Merlin. 

“Where are you going? You can’t possibly be going after her on your own?” Garreth exclaimed as Poppy shook her head. Stopping only to catch her breath and explain to him what happened. 

“We figured out that Anne Sallow was cursed by Rookwood, and that he had men keeping an eye on her for months now. I am not sure fully why or how, but somehow the twin’s uncle knew more than he’s been letting on. Then we got surrounded and she covered my exit so I could warn the Sallow’ and get Anne out of their home. When I told Solomon what happened… he refused to go back for her, almost didn’t let Anne and I leave. We came straight here. She’s with the nurse going over what we found to maybe see if there’s a cure. But I need to go get Professor Sharp, he will know what to do. He’s a former Auror.” She explained running past a door with a large tortoise shell outside when Garreth stopped her again. 

“He won’t be down in his classroom this time of night. Professor Sharp goes to his home away from Hogwarts on the weekends to see his wife.” Garreth explained, and if it hadn’t been for the moment of high stress she’d have inquired how Weasley knew so much of the potions master’s private life. 

“Where can I find him?” she asked, worried Sharp would’ve already left the school grounds and she would have to go to Hogsmeade to track down officer Singer, as she was already devising a plan to track down Natty to help locate the officer when Garreth pulled her arm to stop her once more. 

“Slow down for a moment. This door right here is Sharp’s quarters. If he is still on school grounds he will be in here. Come on” the tall Gryffindor boy said, dragging her up the few steps, knocking on the door as they waited to see if the potions master was still around. Eventually they heard shuffling behind the closed door and Poppy sighed in relief as the stern and angry face of Aesop Sharp opened the door. 

“Mr. Weasley I thought I told you to stop bothering me in my place of residence. I am already late, and my wife Rebecca is already expecting me home…” he trailed off, noting Poppy standing beside the boy with tears on her face and twigs in her hair. His instincts as an Auror kicking in, as he realized something was deeply wrong “Miss Sweeting why are you crying what has happened?”

“I am going to get my Aunt!” Garreth said turning to run when Poppy yelled after him. 

“Please try and track down Ominis or Sebastian, they need to know what’s happened” she explained as Garreth nodded, rushing up 3 stairs at a time as his long limbs quickly carried him out of sight. 

“Miss Sweeting, I demand to know what happened this instant,” Sharp said, extremely concerned. 

“Sir, Rookwood’s men have her. When I escaped they were using the torture curse on her. It was awful.” Poppy said while beginning to cry once more, filled with guilt once more that her friend took an unforgivable curse to make sure that she survived. Unable to explain the situation further she continued to cry as Aesop panicked seeing the young girl filled with anguish. Bending down to her height, despite his injured leg protesting, he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Softening his tone he forced the girl to look up at him “Poppy who did they take? Where were you? I need you to help me here. I know this is upsetting but we don't have much time” he explained. Professor Sharp knew the young girl’s past. He had several run-ins with her parents over the years, as they were well known poachers, and had a bounty on their heads. As a professor, he rarely used student’s first names, only really in anger at students like Garreth blowing up cauldrons, however sensing the girl’s distress and needing to find out information quickly, he resorted to breaking formality in order to comfort her. 

“The new fifth year. We were near Feldcroft…” Poppy explained, omitting details about what they were doing there. 

“How many of them were there?” he asked, still attempting to pry information away from the student as Professor Ronen, having heard the noise up the stairs, came to join them. 

“Aesop, what is going on here? Miss Sweeting, are you alright?” Abraham asked, looking down at the girl worried. 

“A student has been taken by Rookwood.  Go get Professor Fig, as it is Miss y/l/n and I am sure he would like to be made aware she is missing. Miss Sweeting, I need you to show me where you both last were.” Professor Sharp sighed as he looked back in his quarters, knowing his weekend away from the school would be put on hold. Summoning a quill he quickly jotted down a message for his wife, informing her he was going to be late coming home, as an urgent matter involving a student’s safety had taken priority, profusely apologizing before he turned back to Poppy.  

“Sir… there’s something else you should know” Poppy said, having finally calmed down. 

“Yes?” he asked, trying not to sound annoyed as he filled a satchel with potions and started off towards the bottom of the faculty tower to the floo network. 

“Mr. Sallow… Anne and Sebastian’s Uncle… he knew that she had been taken, possibly even why she was taken and he refused to help her… he also was mad that I brought Anne to the school” she explained quickly as confusion crossed his face. 

“Solomon Sallow knew the girl had been taken and didn’t try to help her? Correct me if I am wrong Miss Sweeting,” he said, rounding the last flight of stairs with her as adrenaline slowly filled his body with the strength to ignore the pain in his leg “as much as I try to ignore my student’s personal lives, it's been a tad hard to neglect noticing… but isn’t Miss y/l/n involved with Sebastian Sallow? I admit it appears the girl has been a fine influence on the boy either way” The thought that Solomon would allow his nephew’s friend or sweetheart to be hurt by criminals confounded the man, however having worked with him at the Ministry for some time, it wouldn’t fully surprise him. Solomon Sallow often walked too closely to the line of dark wizard’s for his taste.

“Yes sir. They are courting Sir. Quite seriously I may add… she spent the holidays with them in Feldcroft” Poppy explained as they came to stand near the flame, poppy holding out her pouch filled with power. 

“Remind me to have a word with Solomon regarding the matter.” he said sternly as they both used the Floo network to disappear off school grounds. 

            

Sebastian’s stomach rumbled as he decided that it was well past the time he had intended to meet the others at his home. Stepping back one last time to look over the peaceful view of Marunweem he finally decided to apparate to Feldcroft to join his family. 

He was expecting the normal quiet sounds of the hamlet when he arrived: the birds chirping, the wind blowing, the distant sound of waves breaking on the shore, the occasional cow mooing. What he was not expecting was to be thrown in the midst of his neighbors trying to fend off Rookwood’s men. 

Small fires filled the hamlet and lots of shouting sounded in the air. Curses and spells being called out all around him. 

“We must fend them off and drive them back out of the village!” Bernard the merchant shouted as Sebastian frantically looked around for Solomon and Anne. Not seeing his uncle, who should’ve been leading the charge as a former Auror with the most combat experience, his stomach dropped. 

Sebastian rushed over to his childhood home, seeing it swarming with poachers. When he made it through the front door, which remained ajar, he blasted the first man he saw into the wall, not caring for how hard the man’s head smacked into the brick there. His mind went unconscious as he only briefly scanned the faces of those who had invaded his home, only making sure it wasn’t his uncle or sister, before blasting them into oblivion. 

He tore through every single one of them, with little thought as they all fell to the floor, incapacitated and some possibly even dead judging by the looks of it. He hardly cared, as defending his home was a priority over the criminal's lives. 

It wasn’t long before he felt a hand on his shoulder, aggressively shoving the tip of his aspen wand in the face of Mr. Ndiaye, who’s wide eyes at the sight of the light wood looked startled. Sebastian lowered his wand, recognizing the man as his neighbor, not another poacher.  

“What happened?” Sebastian asked frantically, looking around to see if anything had been taken from his home, attempting to douse a small fire in the corner. 

“We are not sure.  I heard a small argument between your sister and Uncle, along with another student. Anne left with the girl and as Solomon left to follow after them, Feldcroft was suddenly under attack by Rookwood’s men. They were looking for something in your home. Solomon did not stay to help.” Mr. Ndiaye said, sounding shocked that their long time friend had left them to defend themselves against dark wizards. 

“Solomon left you all?! What student? Was it y/n?! Was she here?” he said frantically, looking around before cupping his mouth and shouting her name to no reply. 

“No it was not. It was some girl who must’ve been in Hufflepuff… she wore yellow and looked frightened.” Bernard explained and Sebastian almost felt his legs give out under him. Poppy. Poppy was in Feldcroft. Without her. Poppy wouldn't have been alone unless...

“Are you sure she was alone? That she didn’t have my… that y/n wasn’t here with her” Sebastian asked hoping the man had mistaken what he’d seen. 

Mr. Ndiaye looked down reverently and shook his head. “She was not here Sebastian…” 

Sebastian took a step back from him, running out of the house, and down the hill some. He started shouting her name, praying to Merlin that by some miracle she was out there, where she could hear him, and that she would come running to him. After a while of shouting, his voice went raw and he fell to his knees, feeling the ring box in his pocket as he sobbed into the cool air of the night…

To be continued...

[solitaireships]

Makeup Help

So I think that Neuvillette wears makeup, and then I had the thought of him helping me do my makeup, specifically eyeliner bcs I have a weird thing about my eyes. Which now leads us to this fic lol

Rating: Gen

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1255 words

Divider by saradika

“Neuvi, could you help me out with my makeup?” Andromeda asks, looking over herself in the mirror. 

Neuvillette turns to look at her through the open doorway to his bedroom, part way through getting dressed for the day. Andromeda thinks that he looks handsome in just his shirt and pants, his hair not tied back with its usual ribbon yet, though she knows that he’d never be seen in public dressed down like this. It only makes him letting her see him like this all the sweeter of a view— it’s a sign of just how close they’ve gotten over the past month.

“What would you need me to help with? Your makeup always looks lovely,” he says.

“I’m good with lipstick and eyeshadow, but I can’t do eyeliner,” Andromeda says. “You’re good at that, though.”

Though Neuvillette is good at makeup in general. Andromeda knows that he prefers a subtle look, with a small bit of eyeshadow you can only notice if you’re close enough to him, but she also knows from some of his looks when the two have gone out on dates that he can do more than just that. His more dramatic looks might be reserved for special occasions, but they're nonetheless impressive.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you use eyeliner before,” Neuvillette notes as Andromeda steps out of the bathroom with an eyeliner pencil in hand.

“You haven’t because I’m not good at putting it on. My hand always gets too shaky,” she says. 

She doesn’t mention that the reason her hands get shaky is the pencil being so close to her eye terrifies her. She tried to teach herself how to properly do her eyeliner in the past, but every time she’d see someone else doing it she’d have to look away as the tip of the eyeliner got closer to the inner crease of the eye, flinching as if she were hit. The thought of anything even somewhat sharp being close to her eyes is a terrifying one, and she’s always too nervous about accidentally stabbing herself to be able to line anything up straight. 

Still, she wishes that she could put some eyeliner on. It’s always something she appreciates in other people’s makeup, and she wishes that she didn’t have to get so nervous that she can’t even make a straight line. And as much as it’s nerve wracking to think of anyone doing her eyeliner for her, she finds the thought of Neuvillette of all people doing it far more soothing.

“I don’t have much experience doing makeup for other people,” Neuvillette says.

Andromeda notes that’s not a no. “That’s okay. I’m sure it’d still come out better than anything that I could do.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“I would. You haven’t seen my past attempts at eyeliner.”

Neuvillette looks at Andromeda as she closes the distance between them, sitting down on the edge of his bed. He looks her over, as if assessing whether or not he could do what she’s asking. Then he says, “Is there a particular style you’d like?”

“Nothing fancy. Maybe just some simple stuff with a little bit of a wing?” Andromeda says. 

“I can do that,” Neuvillette replies.

He takes the eyeliner pencil from her hand, kneeling down to be at eye level with her. When he looks at her, Andromeda gets the feeling that he’s mapping out her face. It’s simultaneously odd and flattering to think of how he seems like he’s trying to memorize every detail, first imagining what he’s planning to do before he draws the eyeliner on. Andromeda’s never been the type of person who likes much attention, but capturing the attention of the Iudex like this feels uniquely special. 

“May I?” Neuvillette prompts, nodding towards her lap. 

“Oh, uh, yeah, sure,” she says. 

Neuvillette carefully lowers himself to sit on Andromeda’s lap, as if he’s worried he’ll be too much to fit properly on her. But for as much as he’s taller and heavier than she is, she can’t help but think they fit perfectly together with how his knees bracket either side of her hips. Him doing her makeup already felt intimate, but their increased proximity now only heightens that. 

“Sorry if I flinch or anything,” Andromeda says. “I… I don’t like pointy things by my eyes.”

“Ah. Well, I can promise you that I will be as careful as possible,” Neuvillette assures. 

“Thank you.”

Neuvillette starts with her right eye, drawing from the outer corner of her eye upwards in the shape of a wing. He keeps the pressure of the eyeliner pencil just strong enough to draw it on, but still his touch is gentle. He doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable, and that’s something that she can’t help but adore him even more for. 

Neuvillette is careful as he draws along her lash line, though Andromeda still tenses as he gets close to the inner corner of her eye. She trusts him, and she knows that he’d never do anything to hurt her, but still it’s intimidating having the tip of the pencil so close to her eyes.

“You’re doing wonderfully, my love,” Neuvillette says as if picking up on her nervousness. Andromeda supposes it would be hard for him to miss with how close they are right now. “It’ll be just a moment longer.”

“Okay,” she says as he moves to draw the wing along her other eye.

Andromeda tries to focus just on Neuvillette instead of the feeling of the eyeliner pencil along the edge of her eyelid. It’s hard for her to make out the fine details of his face without her glasses, but she can still see the focused look on his face by the set of his jaw and the furrowing of his eyebrows. She focuses on his hand on her cheek, and his stomach brushing against her as he draws himself closer to her. 

Andromeda thinks that she’s lucky. She doesn’t think there’s anyone else that could say that they’re in a relationship with a dragon sovereign, and even beyond that she can’t imagine being with a more gentle and caring partner. 

It’s nice having someone that she knows she can completely trust. It’s hard for Andromeda to let her guard down, and even though she knows she’s not completely doing that now as Neuvillette does her eyeliner, she still has enough faith in him to even ask him for help like this. 

Neuvillette lifts the pencil from Andromeda’s eye, looking her over. “You look lovely, mon coeur.”

“Only thanks to your help,” Andromeda says, reaching up to stroke his hair with one hand. 

“You’re beautiful with or without makeup,” he states. He presses a quick kiss to her forehead as he gets up, bracing himself with one hand on her shoulder. “If you don’t like how it looks, though, just let me know. I can do it differently if you’d like me too.”

Andromeda gets up, taking the eyeliner pencil back from Neuvillette. “Okay. I’m sure it looks great, though.”

Her hand brushes against his as she makes her way back into the bathroom, taking a look at herself in the mirror. Neuvillette did well— it’s a subtle look, but still she likes the way the wings show off her eyes. She calls another thanks towards him as she takes her eyeshadow palette from the drawer. She has a little more work to do getting ready for the day, but she’s glad to have a little help with things from her boyfriend.

[pastelwhile-art]

it'd absolutely make my day too some makokuu from you (i loved that illustration of them im insane about them)

what about some domestic makokuu 👀 them spending time together at home :3 no pressure ofc

Help I know I asked for saiki k requests TWO months ago and I had a really fun idea for an illustration, but my brain is a smooth cube. so that idea stays up in the air.

For now take a really quick silly crack doodle about one of the many possibilities I think Kusuke/Makoto telling Saiki/Teruhashi would go. Spoiler alert: it’s hilariously horrible.

(Saiki thinks they’re messing with them and Teruhashi is seething. Are they pranking them? Who knows.)

And ya know what? Beneath the cut take my redesigns of these guys and my notes for them because I made several months ago ‘cause I haven’t touched them since :(

Warning: I talk a lot.

A quick note! These designs aren’t meant to say ‘fix’ the original-they’re just for fun! Even if I think elements of mine look better, clearly the original works and are well loved. Also I’m not especially fond of these anyways JAJSJANW

Saiki doesn’t change much other than his palette is a more balanced. Also I really like designing hair, and wanted the idea that Saiki really tries to sleek it down to something very generic and unassuming, but the hairpins get stuck in the way and his hair sorta moves outwards from there. Continuing the idea that his powers make him subtly less normal. It also accidentally made him look A LOT more like his parents, oops.

Also I drew a comparison from his canon hair to his redesign, because I didn’t think it was particularly clear until side by side.

Also I actually gave this one a proper illustration lol.

Teruhashi’s design was actually partly inspired by @lu-kario’s human mlp designs because they’re really good :^ She’s also pretty standard except her hair and color (which I’m not too satisfied with.)

I like the idea of the Teruhashi Siblings being a bit supernatural, so along with weird shine effects, they also get constant wind effects! Like in all the anime where they have flowing hair at just the right times even though it wasn’t windy at all before? Yeah! Except that’s more Makoto’s thing while the shine stays Kokomi’s.

Also what ethnicity are these characters now? To me they’re still Japanese, but I think people don’t ever use a range of skin tones for the same ethnicity. But really these are just fun designs I didn’t really think too hard.

Kusuke! He was the first one I did and an absolute PAIN. He was also the reason I did this, because as much as I love Saiki K and respect the author, I just got to know what is going on with his debut clothes.

Well not like I did that much better… Kusuke is stuck with four alt palettes because I can’t decide which shade of weird yellow and purple to make his head and gown (I’ve resolved to draw his hair a different shade of yellow in every drawing.) His eyes also match Saiki with purple eyes, because I think they look better lmao.

Also, that’s his Cambridge gown he’s wearing. And fun fact-they have a great amount of rules on what color does gowns get an accent of based off what subject people are taking! I decided to not think too hard on that and just gave him a better looking gown.

And I really like the hair I gave him, the original to me just lacks a bit of anime shape style. Also his headgear is shaped like a graduation hat now lol.

He also has a silly little doodle for what he’d look like with his lab coat. It’s not here, but I like to think he always puts a ponytail up!

Last and also least xp, Makoto! He’s uhh about the same with the points I said with Teruhashi. Just very angular now. I swear I tried to design a better fashion for Makoto but I just ended up with the same.

I tried to style his hair how Japanese celebrities would, but I don’t know if I succeeded. His hair as I said is constantly blowing to the left lol. Also he has a hair clip now! In my head Kusuke gives him a telepathy canceller disguised as a hairclip.

Also anyone can draw or get inspired by these designs if you wanted lol Though I don’t really like these, I still use these hairstyle for drawing them cause I think they look cool lol.

[lazykim12]

“I’m glad your my friend…” -Shouka Kobayashi, demon slayer OC

OKAY SO I DECIDED TO FINALLY SHOW SOME DEMON SLAYER CONTENT AFTER MY OC WAS COLLECTING DUST IN PHOTOS…introducing shouka! I tried my best to make shouka accurate to the show! After watching demon slayer, I’ve been just dead set focused with Senjuro😭🙏 he’s my son idc, now I decided to make a demon slayer OC, who plays now as senjuro’s small crush/Friend! Also wanted to play around with making a demon slayer character and trying to make her unique! I wouldn’t really call this an AU? Maybe I’m not sure😭 she does take role in the story too, even till the final battle and sunrise countdown arc in this Au ish..- OKAY NOW FOR EXPLANATION TIME ABOUT HER

Shouka is a demon slayer in the demon slayer corps that is younger than most, some deem to take note of this due to how violent and harsh she acts, not to mention how scarred up she is, but demon slaying is no joke so it’s no surprise how injured she looks, but due to her strong build despite being one of the recent demon skaters.

Her age is around senjuro’s but she is slightly older, only being a year older than him or almost 2 years older- not sure yet

The info I will give will be small, once I make a post dedicated to Shouka”s character and her relationship with senjuro, and how it works, I will give more information! Since I would like to make more drawings for her for her explanation of her backstory and character, the flower’s in her hair have meaning, and flowers are used to symbolize her story, which her arcs are named after, showing the comparison and similarities she shares with the flowers.

(Got inspired by a tik tok breathing style ideas😭)

She currently is wielding stone breathing, after practicing after a while, she manages to make her own breathing style, diamond breathing, which is why her sword has a grey-blue tint to it, she is very fierce for her moves. And for a demon slayer, she is very agitated, and always on a short fuse, many are sometimes confused on how she could even befriend senjuro Rengoku, who seemed to be the opposite of her. But it would surprise anyone if they knew she was nice with him, almost as if someone was different. Senjuro is unsure himself of how he even managed to make friends with someone this scary and tough, but with the way she’s kind with him, it quickly flies over his head, and he always waits for her visits, eager to show her his cooking, and maybe even teach her something.

(Shouka meets senjuro before the Mugen train arc with Kyojurou, so she slightly knows of the flame Hashira.)

Well I can’t wait to show more posts of her soon! With her character being explored more and with the main trio as well!

(Sorry if anything doesn’t look accurate or correct! Tried my best! Since this is just a reference for her)

[regaliasonata]

Ninja Storm AU lore dump

Marah and Kapri's parents, Kairi and Gasharioto

Psst @lordkingsmith @skyland2703 @ninjastormz made more on this 👌🏾

(Temporary images to get some idea before I draw their designs, Gasharioto is based both on Gasha Jr from Kakuranger and Rito from mmpr with a little of Skull mixed in)

Anyways, Kairi was adopted when Kiya and Kanoi were four years old. Their parents were on a retrieval mission stationed in New Zealand due to a hidden town being destroyed mysteriously and in the remnants of a few relics they found an infant no older than two years old, black and pinkish hair.

The parents never were able to have a third child so they decided to adopt the infant and named her Kairi. Both Kiya and Kanoi cared for her very much, Kiya seemed to have a better bond with her considering his negative upbringing and drifting away from his twin brother. Kairi was described as a very adventurous person as she would stay up for many nights looking to the stars and wondering about “other worlds” as she saw something that the others didn’t, her teen years consisted of a little rebel phase and enjoying rock music.

One night when she was twenty three a flash from the sky shot down and a man in spatial clothes with a rebellious style appeared and fled the scene. Without any notice Kairi went on to wonder what happened to that mysterious individual but flash forward a few months later she met the man during a small rock shoe and the two hit it off with a marriage? He went by Gash for short and soon after a few dates the two were obsessed with each other, Gash revealed himself to be a karmanian which from the show are being of energy who pass their powers onto another being when they pass on.

As to why this man from the stars arrived on earth stayed unknown for a while but ignoring his purpose he took Kairi on a honeymoon trip to enjoy music and see the stars, due to going without notice everyone assumed Kairi up and dissapeared for a year causing a grave panic for Kiya and Kanoi. She returned from space with Gash and with her were two twin infants, Marah and Kapri, of course her brothers were skeptical as they were unaware of the marriage nor did they know about the space antics and origin behind Gash, Kiya was quite untrustworthy of Gash but hey what are you going to do?

1989, the twins are now five and Gash is starting to act weird, something or someone has been making the karmanian feel on edge and Kairi can sense this. The couple has been living on their own for a while and also overseeing Marah and Kapri as they went to attend ninja school, on one tragic night another light fell from the sky causing Gash to get Kairi and flee, though it was too late as whatever caught up with Gash from his past managed to not only to torch their house but ended up killing Kairi before going after Gash.

Marah and Kapri were staying other at the Watanabe estate with their cousin and uncles(Miko as well) when the news was shared about their mother’s passing, Gash wasn’t found and presumed dead as well. Outside of the family being heartbroken, it’s also rather tragic as the year after Miko Watanabe would pass way from a sickness. With the loss of their parents Marah and Kapri tended to act out on their own and usually tried keeping to themselves, gaining quite a reputation within school of being semi troublemakers, Kiya seemed to be very attentive to them throughout it as he could relate in being a problem child within the family. Gash’s true form is very human like but the aura he emits with qi turns into a rockstar like suit as it reflects his own persona, he hid it while on earth due to how strong it was but Marah and Kapri also have this trait with being half karmanian hence why their true forms consists of those serpent and insect related outfits.

The Karmanians and the lore I’ve created for their species will come in later story wise but this is all to explain a bit of the background between the sisters and family stuff. This was a bit sad but I have lots of cool stuff planned for them when I get further into the AU 🩷🧡🩷🧡

[vaguely-concerned]

zeblue sketch dump

here we go! :) this will go long because I Love them

I personally think of Blue’s glasses as less of the conventional nerd kind, more of the insufferable tech bro vibe. He IS a nerd but he’s also a scammer trying to get you to think it’s a sound financial investment to buy his cryptocurrency

God I wish I was more interested in/better at drawing clothes and fashion, because the idea of Blue wearing Aava hand-me-downs is one of the greatest mental images I’ve ever incepted myself with and I don’t think I can ever do it justice. + obligatory blue's dumbass jester my beloved

The Most important version of fullly armoured knight zero that I unforgivably forgot to include in my original post

Introducing Nephili ‘Neph’ Ax-Vel, one of the Force-sensitive kids that I invented for my ever-fixed mark ‘verse! Featuring an omwati redesign because the idea behind the species seemed so cool and yet what little art there is looks like uh… just humans with 80s hair and that was Not It for me. 

She is incredibly interested in technology and is showing signs of integrating her connection to the Force in that, exactly as Aava was so interested to see someone do! However (the monkey’s paw curls for Aava) Blue is her absolute favorite adult in the whole world, for unknowable reasons. (It probably comes down to them having some ineffable yet powerful autism2autism communication going on; he is surprisingly non-awful with her.)   

She’s also the only one of the kids small and literally bird-boned enough for Blue to be able to carry. (Dar-Yen — who even as a little babby 10 year old besalisk is pretty solid — once made a bet with his BFF that Blue would catch him if he jumped into his arms, Brooklyn 99 meme style. This experiment ended with several bruised ribs on all sides and a stern talking to. To this day the kids argue over whether Blue at least tried to catch him before they both went down like matching sacks of potatoes, or was just trying to save his cup of caf. Reader, I think you know in your heart what the truth is there.)

Before Aava and Zero started trading off haircutting duty, Blue’s hair got pretty long, which Neph took as prime free ‘I’ll braid your hair!!!’ real estate. 

Feared lethal assassin Agent Zero play fighting with the kids and dramatically pretending to fall to their combined might is something that can actually be so personal (is so personal I guess considering I made it up for myself lol). It is partially just to be an uncle-shaped jungle gym, but also a way to sneakily train them in working as a group the way he used to when running with a pack in his youth  

*blue voice* but why did theseus seduce ariadne though. Why did he not put the moves on the minotaur instead. This seems like the more obvious and productive cause of action long-term (and I have no other horny reason to think this)

*affectionate Zero voice* you’re insane (and extremely gay) but alright I’ll be insane along with you

(I could imagine this being a real in-universe statue that got commisioned and that they'd pose for fdskajfa Zero has gone through all the stages of grief long ago when it comes to what Blue does to his libido and has arrived at the perfect Zen of 'this will awaken something in me. and that's chill we live and learn about ourselves')

:') they

(Slightly older?) Neph and Blue, and some Zeros I doodled as a means to cling on to my sanity while stuck on a train for a couple of hours. Aava is right he handsome

important information being exchanged (the fact that blue specifically calls the hired killer he employs pretty... I will never be over it what is wrong with him)

The silly stupid little arms-wide-open-in-welcome doodle of Blue in this might be my favorite thing I’ve ever drawn. He really saw bae, went :) , and it fills me with such simple delight

(there’s also a Zero looking sad on this page of my sketchbook that didn’t make it in here, but that’s the context lol)

[miceysfandomcreations]

After drawing straight through a dnd campaign session! I’ve finally finished! Happy early Lunar New Year @itoshisoup!

What do you get when you cross a Hell Fic alternate universe with a tragic ending, a Touya with bad coping mechanism, and a multiverse-hopping quirk? HTTM DTTS: HELLVERSE!

Ok, so, I finally read Hell fic which is really good! I’ve been keeping up with the blog for a while, so I was a witness to the 2022 descent into Dabi Hell along with the bajillion Hell fic aus that popped up. Earlier this month, I hit my mha phase, read Hell fic, and understood what the hype was about. I kept thinking of those aus and how they were perfect for a spiderverse-style crossover epic. So fueled by writer’s block for a completely different project, I made a mockup poster of the concept!

general art notes:

this was hard. Dabi’s anime hair is stupid hard to draw. The flame effects covered so much. I’m glad I didn’t do shading. Also, super proud of myself for figuring out a way to draw anime hair! I took inspiration from an across the spider verse poster with all the characters facing the camera head on. Because I had less characters, with designs similar to each other, I had to modify the poses to give some more character. Not sure how well I did on that. The white shape in the center represents MC, and I wanted it to look like the shape’s been erased from the canvas, cutting through all the Touyas.

the touyas (top of left column to top of right column, like a horseshoe), individual art notes, and story notes:

Normal fic!Touya. From default/default adjacent Hell fic universe. Don’t have much variation to go with, so he’s a ‘normal’ Dabi. Not much to say here. I think I drew him last? Was weirdly hard to finish.

jjk curse au!Touya. None of the other Touyas know what the fuck he’s talking about. What do you mean curses? What do you mean you’re dead? In universe, he and MC are HS second years/16-ish, so I made his eyes bigger, face softer, hair fluffier, tried to make him look youthful. I think you noted that this Touya didn’t look much different than normal, but as you can see, I made him blue. I think it’d be cool if he had fire glowing from beneath his scars. I thought about replacing with burned skin with exposed muscle (also blue), but decided against that for ease of drawing. His uniform’s white, because, y’know, death.

Villain au!Touya. From the au where Touya and MC ran away to become horny villains together and Touya makes a ‘no bitches’ joke to Shigaraki. He gets a matching tungsten ring and a smile! I envision him as the first alternadabi to pop up in Normal’s dimension for some reason. Maybe because he’s the most similar?

Pro-Hero!Touya. Is miffed and yet not surprised that so many of his counterparts are villains. The most well-off financially of the Touyas. The Touyas raid his agency’s fridge at some point. There are so many awesome hero au designs floating in the fandom. I came up the outfit on the fly and it probably needs to be redesigned a few more times before I’m personally happy. Still, it serves its purpose. This Touya gets gold-plated piercings because he’s worth it.

Toxic WLW!Touya. TBH I don’t remember much about this au. Does it take place in the MHA world or is it a mundane au? Either way, this Touya was the first one I had concepts for. I think every Touya is a trash gremlin no matter the gender, and I didn’t want her to lose that aspect. I gave her a new, pushed-back hairstyle because I didn’t want to draw 6 versions of the same hair, and canon Touya looks really cute with his forehead exposed. The nose piercings are replaced with eyebrow rings to take advantage of that.

late 20s!Touya. From that concept you had about an older Touya having a happy ending. This one is stable, happily married, and is a good parent. The others totally aren’t jealous at all! Why hasn’t the rogue Touya who started this mess try to take over his life? Uh…something something this reality too unfamiliar to him…too used to destruction and dying young…can’t fathom having a life like this where he builds instead of destroys…would rather tear open the multiverse than face the prospect of internal change. This Touya is more often than not the holder of the sole braincell and is trying to wrangle his younger selves in more positive directions. Assigned Responsible Adult (tm) despite not hitting 30. Wears sweats the entire time.

- I see late 20s!Touya as entering the story in 2 ways. Doing laundry and getting sucked into a portal waiting for the washer to finish (1). Seeing his alternaselves in the distance, calling his MC, and being like ‘I’m gonna need to leave for a week I have to stop myself from doing something stupid’ and following after (2).

misc notes:

I thought about doing a version of this for MC, or Shouto, but I never had a solidified design for MC, and Dabi was the funner brother to come up with concepts for.

The Touyas without the flames:

[glisteningreverie]

*Kicking down the door* Guess who’s BAAAAAACK~♪

Something something “Brian Strikes Again”

Got to thinking about my Cookie Run-based PreCure fanseries that I’d like to write eventually and so I ended up drawing some Cure Designs!

Playing a little fast and loose with canon here, since when it came to picking Cures I just picked out my favourite cookies (for the most part). I also haven’t decided if it’s the actual cookies becoming Pretty Cures or if it’s just characters based on them. Anyways!

Cure Astro (Astronaut Cookie) is the season’s Pink Lead. A lot of deliberation was had before I settled on Astronaut Cookie, both because I wanted to have a Pink Lead and because I wasn’t so sure if any of the other characters I picked would make good lead Cures. I was originally only going to use Cookies from Kingdom, but decided against it. A good scroll through the Cookie Run character list was what led me to choosing Astronaut, as I both like her look and personality.

Cure Mouflon (Cotton Cookie) was the featured cookie right around the time I started playing Cookie Run: Kingdom. So she’s got a special place in my heart for that. The fact that her English VA is Cherami Leigh has me inclined to choose her as well. I recognized her voice in game right away, as she’s also in a certain… infamous dub. I’m super happy with how her hair turned out in this drawing, as I feel it adds to the whole shepherdess look.

Cure Crême (Cream Puff Cookie) has a very PreCure protagonist vibe to me. Eager to learn and inspire others, I think she’d be a good addition to the team. I wasn’t sure whether to include her cape in her Kingdom look, but I ended up turning it into a collar and bowtie. I actually designed her Cure look first, and so I tried to build off of some of the ideas I had in her design into the rest of the team’s outfits.

Cure Framboise (Raspberry Cookie) is another favourite. Pretty sword lady go brrr, what else can I say? I’m glad the twist in her ponytail turned out well; I knew I wanted to try and differentiate her hair from the way she usually wears it, and wasn’t sure how that ringlet would work out until I saw it. The raspberries in her design also look like roses/rosette icing, which I think works for Raspberry Cookie!

Cure Lilac (Lilac Cookie). Purple is my favourite colour. Lilac Cookie is my favourite purple cookie. I will take no criticism. There are a lot of things I attempted on his design that I don’t usually do; for one thing, I obviously had to go for a shorter hair style, which I am absolutely not confident in doing. Masculine features don’t come as easily to me either, but I think his build turned out alright. I knew I wanted to include flowy fabrics in his outfit, since I wasn’t going to be giving him a skirt. I think his sash and the scarf thingy up on his shoulders (I have no clue what it’s actually called) turned out really well!

And of course we have the Fairies, based on the Cookiemals! Maple, Choco, and Buttershell are tasked with locating the legendary PreCures and the Soul Toppings, but get separated in the confusion of trying to escape the villains attacking their home. These guys have some pretty strong shape language already, it’s just a matter of translating them into my style and making them look more like they’d actually fit the role of PreCure Mascots.

I’ve had this idea for a while now and I’m still workshopping the concepts, plot, and characters. We’ll see if anything actually comes out of this.

[jezmmart]

Chamomile Comic Trivia #25

#129 - List

A bit of a convoluted setup, but I wanted to do something a little less directly halloweeny for October’s comics in 2019 and came up with this idea - I always have been a big fan of the ghostly-voices-heard-in-a-recording trope.

It’s only barely visible in the earlier panels with a speech bubble covering it in the one shown above here, but Cammie’s hair clamp from #117 is resting next to her bedside table.

#130 - Ghosts

For story arcs, I’ve always tried to make every single Chamomile Comic’s context possible to piece together even if someone hasn’t read the ones that came before it as best I can, but in this case the previous comic was so particular and unusual that Cammie would literally need to describe the entire scene that late readers will have just read, so I made a joke out of it instead, almost serving as a marker where I made the decision to not get hung up on it anymore when it’s too hard, lol.

#131 - Whispers

I didn’t choose Layla at random, it’s an important note that she’s the one who bought into Cammie’s nonsense here. It’s never really been the subject of any focus or story arc but I do think Cammie and Layla’s friendship has an unspoken flavour to it that feels a bit different from Cammie and Brianna’s, even though Cam and Bri are besties.

Having said that it presented me with the decision of whether to depict her without her hijab, and at this point in time I leaned away from the idea. Being brutally honest, I kind of expected people to make a big deal out of seeing her without it - it’s sort of an unfortunate but understandable downside of also being a femme-focused pin-up artist, having a cast of women, and drawing it all in a cute art style. A lot of people are here who admire cute feminine character art and I’d be a hypocrite to say there’s anything inherently wrong with that when that’s literally what half my art is! I think I was right with this judgement too, because I definitely did get a comment or two from folks who were all “aww I thought we were gonna get to see her hair”. I know there’s tons of people who like me would shift their mindset to think nothing of it, but I know the folks who don’t would kind of bug me, so I think it’s easier to just not.

Having said all of this, I can’t deny it was a really fun artistic challenge to come up with a way to hide her lack of hijab in the nighttime scene without it feeling intentionally like an Austin Powers prop censorship gag - at least that was my hope!

Realistically I don’t think she would be wearing a cap around Cammie in the morning scene - in more recent comics of course we had another scene where Cammie and Layla shared a room, and I decided to go for a middleground where the point of her hijab is still kept for the audience but I was a little more relaxed about it, since I’ve read threads from folks who wear hijabs who feel it’s misrepresentational to depict them being worn 24/7.

#132 - Accent

Not much to say here.  I swear there was a story or inspiration behind the gag of Cammie’s sleeptalking, but it’s gone forever now! I did enjoy deciding that the pure and innocent Cammie has horrifically unsettling dreams that she thinks nothing of.

#133 - Cereal

This was just a one-off gag I had in the idea bank for a while that I never quite knew how to do. The punchline of “all these cereals have expired” was always there and this could have just been a Cammie at home talking to herself strip, but somehow said punchline didn’t feel as funny talking to herself as it did to another character, no idea why. This arc was a perfect opportunity to finally use it even though it doesn’t tie into the actual story of the arc whatsoever (which is fine of course, it’s November by now).

Cammie’s cereals are:

Sugar Crunch (with added Vitamin), a broad parody of sweet cereal Moist Nuts, which is just some funny words Frog Flakes, with regular JezMM mascot Frogy of course Mostly Bran, a parody of All-Bran Wheated Bix, a parody of Weetabix Corny Puns, both a parody of Corn Flakes and one of many silly cereal names that showed up in my old comic Phantasm Dyad, in the episode where they were tracking down the cause of a gaggle of inanimate object ghosts found on the beach - a Cereal Killer.

Funnily enough, another cereal in that comic was “Corned Flakes”, which is basically the same joke as Wheated Bix. Mr. Burns saying “I am enjoying this Iced Cream” in The Simpsons was one of those humour-defining moments for me as a kid I think.

#134 - Dark

Just complaining through my characters here.  I hate when the clocks go back and would always rather have more light in the afternoon than the morning.  Having the daylight end at 4pm is so depressing, but waking up in the dark and having it get light as your day begins is sort of romantic to me.

I do like how this one has sort of unique lighting - very few comics that take place exactly at dusk like this and I tried to capture that vibe even though it’s just a standard blurry background.

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