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edosianorchids901 · 6 days ago

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These Sights on the Earth

@sherlocktember2024 prompt - "rose"

Holmes was not depressed, precisely, but certainly not in the best of moods. Bored, yes, as his current cases hardly provided any stimulation at all. They could all be solved without his needing to leave the room.

Which, in a sense, was fortunate. His most recent case, which Watson was calling “The Eligible Bachelor” in private notes, had come when he was already ill and had indeed been depressed. His mystifying, perhaps prescient nightmares had certainly not helped in that matter, the lack of sleep worsening his condition considerably.

They had also not helped with his memories, those terrible memories that still haunted him after so many years. He still could not sleep, for each time that he did, he still plunged into bad dreams.

These at least varied, assorted permutations of his encounter with Moriarty. He did not enjoy them, but they were at least clearly the past rather than some strange impression of the future.

Still, it left him restless. He rose from his armchair, made his way to the window, and gazed down at Baker Street. His head spun, illness lingering in mainly the form of dizziness, headache, and weakness.

He began to cough, and struggled to choke it back as he scanned the street for signs of threat. There were no flashes from air guns scopes, no people clearly watching the rooms, no sign of any trouble at all.

And yet, his restlessness remained. Perhaps it was not helped by all the horrible things he saw in his line of work. He did love that work, and dearly loved trying to make this world a better place. And yet, it so often seemed dark, inescapable.

A certain bright point in his life appeared, however, and he smiled as he watched Watson round the corner. The world was not all dark, certainly.

Watson looked up at the window, and immediate alarm flashed on his face. Holmes waved to him. He would no doubt worry about Holmes being up and about after his illness, especially while Mrs. Hudson was out shopping.

Watson made impressive time rushing inside and scaling the stairs, and came to Holmes’ side at once. He shoved his belongings onto the desk and caught Holmes by the arm. “My dear chap, you shouldn’t be moving around while you’re alone! You’ve been far too dizzy for that.”

“I’m all right.” Holmes tried to wave off the assistance. Sharp pain jolted through his head, and his legs promptly bucked. “Ah. Perhaps not entirely.”

“I despair. You really are always trying to get yourself killed, aren’t you?” Taking him in a firm hold, Watson helped him back to the armchair. “I was about to ask how you’re feeling, but I suppose I have my answer.”

“Oh please, Watson. It was merely a slight pain. And dizziness.” And weakness, but he saw no need to mention that. Wincing, he pressed a hand to his temple.

“Mm. Well, as I don’t like the idea of you falling and hitting your head, I beg of you not to rise when you’re alone.”

“I was exceedingly bored,” Holmes muttered as Watson wrapped his favorite blanket around his shoulders. “Perhaps I would not be so restless if you did not insist on abandoning me for the entire afternoon.”

“I was gone for ten minutes, old man.”

“Nonsense. It was at least eleven.”

“I got the newspapers you asked me to pick up,” Watson continued, dogged. “And this.”

He held out a single red rose. Holmes eyed it suspiciously.

“You do remember, my dear Watson,” he began, “that I have never loved? That I do not experience the tender feelings and passions of most men, and in fact abhor them?”

Watson chuckled and set the rose on the table beside him. “Of course I remember. This is not a romantic gesture.”

“Ah.” Pleased, Holmes picked the rose up and studied the velvety petals, a warm rich red in the light of the lamps. “Thank you, then. Is it for some specific purpose?”

“It is for the purpose of encouraging you to draw something other than those horrible thing you saw in your nightmare.” Watson collected the pad of paper and a stick of charcoal, then set those beside Holmes. “I know you have been restless, and frustrated with all the evils of the world. And I just thought, well… that a rose seemed a good antidote.”

“Indeed.” Smiling, Holmes caught Watson’s hand and squeezed. “‘What a lovely thing a rose is’, and so on.”

“‘It is only goodness which gives extras’,” Watson added softly. “I remember that moment well. I thought of it often in the years when you were away, and I missed you. Seeing flowers made the world seem a little less horrible.”

“Quite so.” Again, he squeezed Watson’s hand, and then let go in order to pick up the pad and charcoal. “Very well, Watson. You hold the rose for me. Let us see if drawing this rose can chase back the darkness a little for both of us.”

Watson pulled up a chair and took the rose, and Holmes began to sketch. Charcoal was, in truth, a darker medium than he should like to use in the drawing of a rose. It should be portrayed in something light and delicate, perhaps the freedom of watercolor.

But in truth, the darkness of charcoal suited his mood better. And as he drew, he found that there was much hope indeed, both from the flowers and from Watson’s steadfast love.

#granada holmes #sherlock holmes #john watson #aromantic asexual sherlock holmes #light angst #sherlocktember2024

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assholeinahat · 12 days ago

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You know what? I'm going to introduce all my characters! It's not very professional, but how can I share my art when no one knows what is is art of? So here's a basic list of my original characters! (The ones I have art of anyway)

Enjoy!

Victoria Ace:

Victoria is my favorite OC. She started out as a creepypasta self insert but evolved beyond that. She is stuck traveling to different dimensions (different prices of media I like). In most realities, she keeps her memories, but it's different in every reality. Her main goal is to make a life for herself while also not forgetting who she is and was. (Her biggest fear is losing herself and forgetting everything that makes her her)

She's cocky, sarcastic, and a bit reckless, but she is also deeply troubled and understanding of others. And yes, she is a cat girl.

Also, I hate drawing her because she never looks right! I was so proud of this drawing like two days ago, and it already seems outdated. God, she does this on purpose, I swear!

Phil (he doesn't have a last name, suggestions would be appreciated):

Phil is a man struggling through the Zombie apocalypse. His sister died 11 years ago at the start of the outbreak, and he had been aimlessly wandering since. At least until he found Mark.

After getting kicked out of a survivor group, the two of them are making their way to the fabled survivor camp, a camp rumored to have completely rebuilt society. The only problem? Mark isn't being entirely honest about who he is.

Phil is standoffish and rude upon first meeting, but the more you get to know him, the more you realize he just wants companionship and purpose. He's a bit rough around the edges, but at his core, he is a very kind man.

I don't have a design for Mark yet, but fun fact, he used to be the main character of my story before I got incredibly attached to his boyfriend, uh, friend, and made Phil the main character.

Evagline:

This is Evaglin! A fairytale obsessed creature who spent most of her life completely isolated, no plants, no animals, nothing. She spent her days collecting small trinkets and any remnant of the human world. Her favorites are a cute flower necklace, the dictionary, and a partly burnt, big book of fairytales.

Eventually, after years of being alone, Evagline runs into two idiots who accidentally lose their portal travel gun. This allows Evagline to start traveling the universe! Unfortunately, her unauthorized use of portal travel does not go unnoticed by the company the two idiots were working for, and to keep their job, they have to track down Evagline and bring her back to her old, lonely life.

Evagline is sweet and kind, if not a bit neive. She loves learning and starts taking notes on her travels! She also loves art and she makes her own clothes. She communicates through strange noises, which can be understood by anyone, much to their confusion.

She had always wished she could have a knight in shining armor come save her, and to her, the two idiots did just that.

I love Evagline! She's s just a fun little character I made, and I love her so much!

LAST BUT NOT LEAST, WE HAVE...

Berry:

My profile picture! Now, it's no secret that I hate the Helluva universe, but did you know I created my own self insert to beat up Stolas and "fix" problems in the show? Well that's what Berry is!

Berry is a creature created by the Angels to "enforce the law" in Hell after Lucifer locked himself away. She was created without morals, so she would do her job without the risk of turning against the angels. She was also assigned two partners. Former humans that were chosen for one reason or another. It's these two former humans that show her the meaning of living, but also just how tight of a leash the angels have her on.

She hates the sinners, and she is very vocal about it. She is incredibly violent and has a punch first question later mentality. And over her time in Hell, she has to learn that not all sinners are as bad as she was made to believe (because in this version, some sinners are actually worth saving). She also falls in love with the Princess of Hell. But that's a story for another time.

She is violent, grumpy, and angry. But with the help of her companions, she might just she able to change for the better.

Her main goal is to beat up Stolas, something she is not allowed to do because of his status.

Berry is actually another dimension traveling self insert, but instead of being one person traveling, like Victoria, she just has alternate versions of herself. And most of the time, she is horrible. (She actually started as a Princesses Jules self insert, made to assure Aria actually faces consequences. Basically, the mean girl stereotype, but who is actually the hero.)

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That is all for now! Thank you if you got this far!

♡♡♡

#oc #oc lore #oc lineup #my art #oc stuff #digital art #hazbin hotel oc #self insert #I wanted to get this out of the way before posting a bunch of art

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starsurface · 10 months ago

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RAHHH I love your work it's so hjhjhjhjhj

Can I request cg Kotal and regressor Erron Black pretty please?

AHSNFBSH!!!! Yes of course!!!!! They're a bit more focused on Erron though, but don't worry!! I have some CG Kotal Hcs coming out soon!!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Kotal Kahn w/ Regressor Erron Black Hcs

🐮 Erron regresses from about 3-7

👑 More of a bigger kiddo, but also has some small days

🐮 Kotal Kahn was never really supposed to find out that Erron regressed

👑 He only found out because they were arguing about Erron’s performance one day and it made Erron slip and have a hissy fit

🐮 Repeatedly stomping his foot, finger pointing, whiney voice, and arm crossing

👑 Kotal very quickly realized that he wasn't arguing with the famous Erron Black, he was arguing with a seven year old

🐮 Kotal wasn't new to age regressing, regressing a bit himself and watching Jade back in the day, so he kinda just scooped Erron up, and offered him ice cream he had stashed away

👑 Pleased to say, Little Erron was over the moon, but big Erron was skeptical (and worried he'd lose his job)

🐮 It was kinda that that day forward, Kotal became Erron's main CG

👑 Mostly because Kotal was ‘worried of Erron regressing too small without someone’ (he also just missed having a little or a little friend)

🐮 Once knowing that Erron regressed, Kotal started noticing that he slipped quite often

👑 Kicking his feet during work, hiding his paci under his mask, but always making sure it didn't affect his work

🐮 . . . Kotal wasn't having it, and Erron got a big scolding >:(

👑 He helped coax Erron to a more regular, and safer, regressing schedule (which honestly helped Erron a lot more in his daily life since he was no longer struggling trying to be big and little at the same time!

🐮 Little Erron is very bossy

👑 He knows what he wants, and he knows he runs this show 😎

🐮 (^ He doesn't, but Kotal will let him think he does)

👑 Erron doesn't throw hissy fits, but he’ll stomp his foot and pout and accuse Kotal of being a big meanie on purpose >:(

🐮 Although honestly, Kotal either just has to soften his voice, or give Erron that one look, and Erron will grumble and calm down

👑 All weapons are put into a safe place that Erron can't get into

🐮 And if he slips during work, Kotal will switch his workload to come be his ‘personal guard’ and put both their weapons away

👑 Erron doesn't like touching his actual guns while he's small, but he has these little toy guns that he absolutely adores!!

🐮 He'll randomly tell Kotal to draw and Kotal will hold his heart and fall to the ground (it makes Erron giggle every time)

👑 Erron doesn't exactly break rules, but he's definitely a patient tester (lovingly)

🐮 Yeah, he could pick up his toys. Or, he could whine and pout and huff and make Kotal give him a few more minutes of playtime and- Oh wait, he's walking over with a mean face- Gotta clean up!!!

👑 Also doesn't like it when Kotal yells or scolds him, so he doesn't try to prompt it

🐮 If Erron does do something to get in trouble, no amount of ‘🥺’ will save him because Kotal’s a big meanie >:( (and because he puts his foot down on certain things and Erron gets to grumble in the corner for a few minutes)

👑 Likes getting piggy back rides (will call Kotal ‘Horsey’ and finds it hilarious)

🐮 Luckily Kotal doesn't mind, since he enjoys spending time with little cowboy (he tried calling Erron his little prince once and Erron claimed that he wasn't a silly prince >:(

👑 (^ But he makes sure Erron doesn't say that to anyone else. Not that he ever has, but just in case)

🐮 Doesn't really like others babysitting him and will run to hide behind Kotal because Kotal is huge and he can easily hide behind him

👑 His favorite babysitters are Kung Jin (I think they're friends :3) and Jade (that's his new Mama and no one can tell him otherwise)

🐮 Kotal really likes using more royal names on Erron, like Little Prince, my Little Warrior, his Majesty (he's use to using then for himself and for Jade so they come a bit more natural)

👑 ^ Erron doesn't. . . hate them, but he does prefer ones like Sweetheart, Little Sugar, Baby Boy, Tough Guy, Little Cowboy

🐮 (Although let's be honest, he'll melt at anything Kotal calls him, he really likes having a CG)

👑 If Erron’s smaller, he'll call Kotal Papa or Daddy

🐮 If he's bigger, Ko-Ko or Bubba (maybe Papa too)

👑 If he could watch Toy Story, he so would (I am leaning HEAVILY into the fact Erron’s a cowboy, I really like cowboys)

🐮 Johnny showed him the movie once, and Erron was so tempted to steal his tablet

👑 (Don't worry, Kotal got him one, he likes to spoil Erron)

🐮 Kitana knitted him a horse stuffie and thats his new best friend and they're partners in crime (yes crime, he doesn't wanna play the good guy >:(

👑 Has definitely stolen Kung Jin’s cow stuffie (that he actually bought for Jin) and doesn't understand why he's in trouble

🐮 The cow looked all lonely, Papa, he couldn't leave him!! All alone on the bed . . . No one to cuddle him . . . He just wanted to give him a little bit of snuggles 🥺

👑 Unless Jin is also small, he'll usually let it slide (steals a pouty Erron’s hat in response)

🐮 His hat stayed with HIM and no one can make gim part from it >:(

👑 However, Erron also really likes to have his hair brushed and played with so it stays with his horsey stuffie (Horsey is the name of it btw, Erron was very little when he named her and it kinds just stuck)

🐮 Erron does have a cow onesie with a hood for when he's feeling really tiny and a bit sleepy

👑 But only Kotals allowed to see him in it because he's too scared to wear it otherwise

🐮 Actually adores cuddles, but hated Kotal’s face paint because it'll get on him and excuse me Ko-Ko, he didn't ask to have blue face paint all over him >:/

👑 Kotal just laughs and rubs their cheeks together (making Erron pout more but also hold back giggles because he actually does find it kinda funny)

🐮 Erron has tried to curse once and only once when he was small

👑 Kotal shut it down extremely quickly and explained that a little boy his age shouldn't be using those naughty words while he's tiny

🐮 Luckily though, Erron didn't push it any further and grumpy accepted the new rule

👑 Although Kotal was now named a Mr. Big Meanie for life!! >:( (he's okay with that, he gets why Erron’s fussy but that won't change how he babies him)

🐮 Erron didn't like the new rule that much, especially since before Kotal, he didn't really have any rules for when he was small

👑 Very rarely, Erron will feel really small and vulnerable and hide in Kotal’s side

🐮 It especially helps that Kotal’s super big and he can easily pick Erron up and Erron gets to feel all small and tiny 🥺

👑 Erron has a habit of steal coins while he's small and suddenly, Kotal has no pocket change -_-

🐮 Erron had some regression items already but Kotal was one of the first to ever get him regressing items as a gift and it actually almost made Erron start sobbing

👑 Kotal’s kinda a protective CG and doesn't like it when Erron cries or gets hurt

🐮 He'll over fuss and kiss his boo-boo and get a band aid and require at least twenty minutes of cuddling

👑 Erron doesn't mind the fussing, but also really likes his freedom

🐮 If Erron gets sleepy, Kotal will let Erron sleep on top of him (he makes an amazing pillow)

👑 Erron is a fussy, cranky baby to wake up though, and will required his own time to wake up

🐮 Rubbing his eyes, yawning, nuzzling up to Kotal as he tries to wake himself up

👑 . . . Demands Kotal to make pancakes too, even if it's the afternoon or midnight, he wants pancakes 🥺

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Stop, I love Erron. <3

He's one of my mains, ngl. I don't know a bunch about him, but I think he's really cool. :3

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rubykgrant · 2 years ago

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Just thinking about my RVB character Poppy... I'll eventually get her in my story-line, there's just all the other plot stuff that needs to happen first. I do have some pictures of her, though! I can't draw armor to save my life, but hers would be white (with tan accents, styled a bit like Florida's during Project Freelancer). When I started absorbing RVB, my brain sparked several potential story concepts and characters... eventually, I refined what I wanted, and combined a few ideas into Poppy! She's going to be part of Red Team; for one thing, they almost never get new people (true, this is because their current members don't... die... as often as SOMEBODY, but still. even though Carolina isn't technically on either team, she and Wash kinda gravitated toward the Blues. The Reds "unofficially" have Doc, because he hangs out with Donut, and Grif caught Locus in the friendship net, but we need a REAL "New Red!"). For another, they've got exactly zero girls. Blue Team gets all the ladies (*finger-guns from Tucker*). Somebody needs to even this out. Finally, with white armor, the prophecy of Red Team being the lesbian flag has been fulfilled!

Her name was chosen because I wanted to use a flower, but not one I've named a character before. I was also re-watching Little Nemo, so I borrowed the name McCay

Some more info about her below~

Poppy didn't actually "join" the army. At least, not in a traditional sense. She was "selected" to be part of a "special training program", which turned out to be tricking poor and homeless people into working at dangerous outposts. When one area was getting attacked, a lot of the people running the show took escape ships for themselves. Poppy was able to find a set of armor, and now looking "official", she helped guide all the people who would have been abandoned to safety. When she got them all to a rescue ship, a soldier asked if she had been in charge of that outpost. She basically pretended that yes, she TOTALLY was the boss. Yep. Hired herself, and gave herself a promotion. Before she could back out or escape, she was congratulated for saving all those lives, and then thrown into a new "assignment". Whoops.

Poppy was later sent to a group of Red and Blue team Flag Zealots (during the Blood Gulch days, but they never interacted with anybody from there). She was supposed to evaluate their efficiency, and order more supplies as needed. The Blue Team contained Lou, Drew, and Hue. The Red Team was made up of Ted, Jed, and Fred. Obviously, they weren't very efficient at ALL, but were suprisingly endearing. Because Poppy wasn't technically on one side or the other, both teams decided she was off-limits when it came to fighting; nobody hurts Poppy! She's everybody's friend. At most, they would fight over who was her favorite~

Eventually, they ran out of ammo, and Poppy just... didn't order more. The fighting turned into more harmless pranks, and they perhaps would have eventually reached a point of shared friendship if things had continued like that. Unfortunately, something terrible happened. It started when Poppy was injured saving the others from a mine they forgot they planted. She was hurt and knocked-out, but recovering. That wasn't the terrible thing; while she was out, Somebody from Temple's group came looking for new members. These Reds and Blues refused to join. They were killed, and when Poppy woke up, she was alone.

For a while, Poppy had to stay hidden and keep a low profile. A lot of stuff was happening in the background. By the time she got discovered by UNSC soldiers again, she was still recognized as part of the Flag Zealots (even though she literally DID NOT CARE ABOUT THE FLAGS), and Temple just tried to pull his big plan... so they decided this made her a criminal (ha! when she does something illegal, it's on purpose, and she's less annoying about it, thank you). Somebody at the UNSC thought the best thing to do with left over Flag Zealots was to use all their "devotion" for a different cause... which is INSIDIOUS AS HECK. The person called in to handle training these soldiers is somebody very LOYAL and PASSIONATE, the Reddest Red to ever Red; Sarge.

At first, Sarge is very happy to be back in his comfort-zone. However, well... he might always be seeing red, but he doesn't quite have the rose-colored glasses when looking at the military that he used to. In particular, when he hears about the life of one particular trouble-making smart-mouth named Poppy, it reminds him of the people he's been spending the last couple of decades with. The way the military chewed them up, spit them out, and told them it was a good idea to take other people down with them. Papa Warcrimes has some things to think about!

One thing he knows for sure, he's adopting this little firecracker! Although she's introduced to the Reds (and the rest of the group) through Sarge, once she's in there, Poppy is meant to sort of mirror Simmons. Just like the Reds rarely get new people, Simmons rarely gets new friends. She has things in common with him, like rattling off random trivia she knows, and she's also very different from him. The fact that Sarge likes her, and she's a nerd, SHOULD make Simmons hate her guts, and he was about ready for that... but after one conversation with her, he internally just clicked with her- "Oh, sibling? Sibling!". This is extra symbolic, because the one who killed her Reds and Blues was, in fact, Gene. Poppy really doesn't care for him very muchly, but she likes Simmons a lot, and that makes him very happy (she DOESN'T think he's the same as Gene? She LIKES all his nonsense nerd chatter? SIBLING!). Also, she and Simmons are trans in opposite directions~

Some of my favorite little lines I have for her-

(after being ordered to inspect a dark area in the woods) "I'm not going in there. It looks like the Blair Witch is in there!"

(somebody rudely tells her what to do) "Hey, how about you try asking me again, but this time, get that tone out of your mouth when you talk to me~" *sarcastically cheerful*

#red vs blue #rvb #rvb oc

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agoddamn · 7 months ago

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Ok goddamn

1) tbqh my two biggest author influences are

Stephen King: long dig deep sigh. Are you ready?

That one passage in Drawing of the Three where Roland thanks God that he beats off leftie (and directly influenced me to beat off leftie just in case I ever lost my right hand). Can't find it in this exact moment, but the quote goes something like, 'Roland realized that he had lost the two dominant fingers of his right hand and thought, "Thank God I jerk off lefty."" This inspired me to 1) jerk off lefty just in case anything happened to my dominant hand and 2) ready myself to lose body parts that I had considered until then to be inherent.

It's a situation where things happen that are both very base and very high. Roland is thinking about off hands in the gun sense, yeah, but he's also thinking about how he relates to himself as a human (ie leftie).

I enjoyed that a lot, that we, the readers, got to experience both Roland's logical brain (at least I can still shoot at all) and Roland's emotional brain (at least I can still communication with the world at all) at once.

2) George R R Martin

There are a lot of things about ASOIAF that are overrated. Are you very sure that your complaints qualify?

There are legitimate complaints, but there are also a lot of parts where essentially end up as, 'this plot point doesn't get enough attention.'

For me, the fascinating thing about GRRM is the way that his PoV characters disagree on basic facts. Characters will frequently disagree about size of army and degree of win. Per Word of God this is purposeful. I love that mix of delusion and PoV bias and think it's an incredible storytelling tool.

3) yes

4) fav theatre: RENT, Hamilton, Assassins

I greatly enjoy works that deal with certain subject matter (ie Hamilton, Assassins) while subverting expected values.

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zillyeh · 1 year ago

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Business Arrangements

Featuring: Castel, Voss, the he-queen of Delhon City Synopsis: The Castle bakery has been operating in south Delhon city without paying its Underground tax for a long time. Its owner, Castel, takes a little trip to fix that. In the least lethal way possible.

Closing the cafe was always a relief at the end of the night. As much as Castel loved to bake all day, flopping face first onto something soft was far more appealing right now. Gatsby had gone home ages ago- Cas needed to prep a few things for tomorrow- so the only company he had was the sound of his keys jingling as he locked up. Even the street was dead.

That was, of course, until the near silent vehicle pulled to a stop at his curbside. He didn’t notice until the sound of the door rolling open startled him.

“Mr. Baclef, I presume? Heard you was real tall,” called the troll who got out. He was armed unsubtly-two holsters at his chest- and freckled as Castel could ever hope to be. He was also a good two feet shorter, but that sort of thing often didn’t help Cas as much as it should. He wore a lazy, serene smile, and deeply tired looking eyes. They were green in all the places they weren’t teal, and looking in at Castel in a way that bordered on lecherous.

“Uh, C- I prefer Castel, but yes.” He stammered, foolishly shoving his keys into his pocket. “Can I… help you?” The tealblood rolled his neck, perhaps thinking of his answer for a bit longer than necessary.

“Wellllll, not me exactly,” he said, stepping in the direction Castel did, drawing one of his guns. “Y’see, an associate of mine, big blue guy, you know him? Yeah you know him- y’see he told me-” He blocked Castel again. “-that-” Once more. “-geeze, you’re awful rude to a guy with a gun aren’t you? Can you at least let me finish? There we go, atta boy. Now. I heard you said something to one of my associates, to the effect of “If your boss wants my business so bad he can talk to me in person”? That you, big guy?”

“I- I don’t recall.” Castel had a knife on his belt by Orphia’s insistence, but it felt more than useless right now.

“Mm, sure you don’t,” the tealblood hummed, haphazardly twirling his weapon in the air. “Well, I’m here to take you up on that. Name’s Voss.”

“You…” Castel cleared his throat a bit, straightening up. “You’re not what I expected.”

“Oh, no, no, no sugar pop, not me. Though I’m downright flattered.” Voss paced a bit closer, almost within touching range. “Uh, why don’t you think of me as say… your chauffeur. Mr. S don’t like to come out in person too much, y’see. Not for this, anyways.”

“I…” A rock sank to the pit of Castel’s stomach and lower. That van was certainly just big enough to fit him.

“Is this a kidnapping?” He asked, a deer in headlights, almost literally. Voss let out a laugh.

“Only if that’s your thing, Castel. Can I call you Cass? I like Cass, less syllables. Anyway. Get in the van please.” Cas tried as subtly as he could to twitch his fingers to his belt.

"And… if I don't?" It was a stall for time- if he could just-

"Oh the list of things that I'm allowed do…" Voss sighed, idly pointing his gun at Castel's sneaking hand. Finger ready on the trigger. "You definitely don’t wanna hear it. If you're half as smart as you are cute you'll go for a drive with us. Hour or two. Tops."

The van was more… comfortable than Castel thought it would be, given the circumstances. Even with his knees nearly folded up to his ears. Voss had bound his hands in front of him for “Safety purposes, y’see.” He also took his knife, just in case. Voss sat cross legged in the back of the van next to him on the floor. At some point after Cas was properly restrained, he’d produced a rubix cube from somewhere.

“So, like.,” he started, fiddling with it without even looking. “Big fan of your blueberry muffins.”

“Ah, you’re the one Dale picks them up for, then?” Castel watched his hands, one side already totally red. Focusing on his hands was perhaps a better idea than thinking too hard about the bumps in the road.

"Uh huh. Got a bad sweet tooth on me. Been tryin' to make a batch half as good, but there's something… missing."

“I use my own blueberries,” Castel sighed, wondering if all kidnappings were this… relaxed. “From my garden.” Sure he’d been threatened with some intense weaponry, but aside from that he’d hardly been touched. Or even yelled at. Maybe he was simply too much of a pushover to be worth that, though.

“Oooh that’ll do it,” Voss said with a nod, orange side done. “I’ll have to see if I can keep one of them bushes alive. Never been great at the whole gar-”

The van went over a bump that jostled the both of them hard. The seats had been removed just to fit all eight something feet of Castel in the back, so he shot up nearly to the roof. Voss just fell over.

“Watch where the FUCK you’re going you dumb asshole!” He shouted, banging on the black glass divider between them and the driver. “We got precious cargo back here! Not to mention our purpleblood buddy!” He sighed frustratedly, then turned back to Castel. “Amature drivers, amiright, Cass?”

“Uh… huh.”

The ride could have been long, could have been short. Anticipation made it feel like days. Every second they spent on the road smacked Castel in the face. He'd told no one to expect him- they know how long it takes him in the back sometimes. He wondered if they'd somehow known that when they sent Voss to pick him up.

"Where exactly-"

A knock from the other side of the glass cut him off. He hadn’t even noticed that they stopped moving.

"'Bout fucking time," Voss grumbled crawling to Castel's side. He used the pink knife he'd taken off Castel to undo the several zip ties it took to properly restrain him.

"We both know you're smart enough not to try anything, don't we big guy?" Voss said to Cas' puzzled expression. Castel opened his mouth to say something, but lost it when the door rolled open again. He could see nothing past the massive head of the feline that appeared there.

"Oh, oh no, no no, absolutely not-" He started to scramble back further into the van. Voss rolled his eyes, yanking him back through the door with more strength than Cas was expecting.

"Princess don't bite unless you scare her, Cass."

Voss shoved him out into a surprisingly large courtyard, with an even more enormous mansion attached. It was not the sort of place that looked like it should fit within city limits, but their drive couldn't have been that long. Could it?

Taking in his surroundings was low on his list of priorities at the moment. He could only have eyes for Voss and the big cat that was, at the very least, a lusus. The door slamming behind them again jumped Cas out of his thoughts.

Princess let Voss push Castel past her, following dutifully behind them up the small ramp to the front door. On either side of the double doors was a massive olive and a bigger blueblood- the blue Castel recognized.

"Dalein."

"Hey Cass," he said, more sheepishly than a door guard ought to be. "Uh. Sorry?"

"Don't talk to him," Voss said to either one or both of them. The olive pushed the door in for them. Princess brushed past Castel's long skinny legs, making him jump closer to Voss.

"Aw, skittish much?" Voss teased as they entered the manor. "Would holding my hand help?" Cas wrinkled his nose and said nothing. When his eyes properly adjusted to the inside he gasped.

For as big as his own home was, it wasn't this extravagant. There couldn't possibly be enough marble on Alternia to line those floors and walls, could there be? Certainly not anymore. The lavishly decorated foyer could have fit his bakery in it twenty times at least- not to mention that he could have stood on his own shoulders three times and barely brushed the ceiling. It made him feel… small. He wasn't sure anything ever had.

"Pretty, ain't it?" Voss grinned, pushing him forward. "Where's Mr. Smiles at, huh Princess?"

The tiger made some small noise in the back of her throat, seemingly as acknowledgement as she slinked forward, taking the lead in place of Voss. He held tight to Castel’s arm as he led him deeper into the manor. Dozens of paintings and statues lined the walls, but Cas couldn't absorb what any of them looked like.

What sort of person owned a hive like this? Who needed ceilings high enough to accommodate the tallest trolls on Alternia and then some? That lusus' eyes were an unnaturally bright emerald, but that didn't mean anything. Was he a mutant? Could he be? It would make the secrecy make more sense, as if it already didn't.

Orphia had warned him once about doing business in the city. He wished he had listened to her- hadn't kept Dale's visits quiet so she didn't worry. Now he was deep in the lion's den with no one expecting him for… hours…

The shock of being kidnapped was starting to wear off now. Cas wasn’t sure when he’d started shaking, or if it was ever going to stop, or if he’d live past the next twenty minutes, or if he’d ever see anyone again… “Ors” and “what ifs” started piling up in his mind, somewhere between Voss and the tiger. They threatened to topple him over, if his clumsy, jittery legs didn’t do it first.

He had powers didn’t he? But what use was he like this- anxious, without practice and his actual eye?

"Ay, Alternia to Castel," Voss said, snapping his fingers up in his face. They had reached a door near the other end of the mansion. Cas didn't realize they'd walked that much already. He swallowed nothing, mouth too dry to even form words.

“Aww, cat got your tongue, kid?” Voss teased. He and Princess swapped places so he could open the door.

The room might as well have been a closet compared to the rest of the hive. The ceiling was just high enough to to accommodate Castel's horns, and the room- office? had about as much space as his bakery's back room. The white walls were interrupted by dark panels of blue and expertly decorated shelves, making it feel like an airy prison.

It wasn't the room that made Castel's heart nearly burst out of his chest, but the jadeblood sitting at the dark wood desk. His horns were familiarly shaped, but far, far taller. Wrong shaped pieces of Salvad's face, weathered and wrinkled, looked at him with a polite smile. His old capped fangs glinted dangerously as he stood. Castel wondered if Salvad knew about him. If his insistence that he didn’t have any curiosity about ancestors and things like that was because he knew about him.

Because he wanted to keep him away from him.

"Mr. Baclef," said the troll with his friend’s beauty marks and moving fangs. “A pleasure to finally meet you. I’m sure you understand my inability to do this sort of thing entirely on your terms, hm?” He extended his hand over his desk. Castel stood frozen until Voschi nudged him in the room.

“Y-you,” Castel stumbled forward, reaching for his hand as politeness took over his body before his brain. “You’re- I-” He whipped his head around for support or perhaps escape, but Voss stationed himself between him and the door. Smiles’ metal finger was cold against Castel’s clammy hands.

“You can call me Mr. Smiles. Take a seat,” he said, gesturing to a heavy leather chair facing his desk. “We have a couple things to talk about. Won’t take long.” Castel did as he was told, only half hearing him over the sound of his own pulse. He’d screwed up majorly. He should have listened to Orphia- he should have told her the second Dale had started showing up. The second he’d heard Smiles’ name. In his naïvete he’d almost certainly pushed Mr. Smiles to something drastic.

As he spoke, Castel tried to focus on something, anything about him to ground him. He sauntered around his desk, leaning up against it as he gave his pitch.

“I understand how difficult it is to start a business in Delhon, believe me I do.” His accent betrayed old Delhonian. The type of old only heard from the sitting Delhon heiress’ advisor. He had earrings dangling in the mane of his hair. Gold. Shaped like little suns. Eclipsed by black every time he moved his head.

“That section of the city is terribly dangerous, you know. Or it can be, if you’re unlucky. I feel like I’ve been very patient in waiting for the answer I want.”

His curls framed his face the way Salvad’s did on the rare occasions he left his hair down. Thin scars marred his arms, barely visible but very present. Even small in stature, the man was solid. Scarily so. He held himself up about ten feet taller than he looked with centuries of confident violence.

“I won’t let you leave without us coming to an agreement, Baclef.”

He had two guns at his back. Both of them were teal trimmed, but not exactly Voss’ color. Some part of Castel’s stomach churned, but he couldn’t interrogate why before Smiles shot:

“Your ancestor wasn’t this quiet.”

Castel’s attention fully snapped back to what he was saying. Smiles raised his eyebrows, almost amused.

“There you are, hello, welcome back to Alternia.” Smiles poked one of his horns, metal digit sending uncomfortable vibrations down to his scalp. “I was under the impression that La Corps was going to end the lineage of you terrible, terrible people. Unless you crawled out of one of my caverns? Tsk. Wonder if I still have Father Jortis’ number.”

“What do you want from me?” Castel’s mouth was too dry to make the words fully form, but Smiles’ big ears caught every frightened syllable. He flashed him a smile. Cas felt like his veins were full of ice. Perhaps lead, with how difficult fear made it to move.

“Only to keep you safe in Delhon, hon,” he said with a genuine air of concern in his voice. “I have a vested interest in small businesses started up in my territory.”

“I didn’t know,” Castel whispered weakly, head swimming with his ancestor’s journal entries. Was he there? He knew about Jortis, was Smiles hidden on those pages somewhere?

“No, of course not, but it’s an easily rectified situation, isn’t it?” The sweet of Smiles’ tone almost made Castel want to cry. “Give me half The Castle and I’ll keep it very very much not on fire. Maybe even keep your little… caverns breach a secret, hm?”

No! He wanted to yell and fight and tell him off, but Castel was weak. Weak and between four guns, and being threatened with the only thing his ancestor had ever been afraid of catching up to him. What Syraah had been reluctant to say she’d hid them both from when she brought them here so many sweeps ago.

Castel looked Smiles in the eyes for the first real time. Long lashes, deeply tired, feline pupils wide and black with a hate that his tone didn’t betray at all. Without them in little slits, they almost resembled his friend’s. He wasn’t capable of hate like this, though.

“Salvad,” was the word that came out of Castel’s mouth. Thinking of him put him on the tip of his tongue, made him slip. Perhaps he thought evoking him would make him pop out from behind the desk and save him.

To Castel’s surprise, Smiles’ ever present polite smile faltered to a frown. Voss stiffened at the door.

“Excuse me?” Smiles asked, pretense of sweetness entirely gone.

“I- I don’t know why I said that, I’m sorry, please don’t- he has nothing to do with this, if you know where he is leave him a-”

Smiles pinched his fingers in front of him, and Castel immediately shut his lips. His eyes flicked back to Voss, who shrugged when Cass’ eyes followed. Smiles swore under his breath, something cracked in him from hearing Salvad’s name alone.

“Boss…” Voss’ voice was soft near the door. Almost… sweet? Smiles’ brow knitted together as he closed his eyes, biting his thumb in frustration.

“I know,” he said. “That doesn’t change this.”

Smiles put his mask back up as if he hadn’t been rattled. Leaned against his desk, relaxed. Gripping the edge like he was about to rip it off.

“Mr. Baclef,” he said, his voice dripping venomous sugar now, “You’re going to give me The Castle. You get to run it as you like, I’m just going to keep preventing bricks from flying through your windows.”

Emboldened by his distress, Castel said:

“No.”

The left handed open slap across the mouth made him wish he’d said anything else. The edges of Smiles’ finger cut under his bad eye, sending immediate rivulets of blood down his cheek. Castel gripped the arms of his chair, stunned that he hadn’t shot him first.

“Fine,” he snarled. “I’m sure your establishment could use some broken glass and scorch marks.” His angry eyes met Voss’. Castel could swear he heard growling outside the door. “Get him out of here. Don’t touch him either.”

“Yessir,” Voss said with a heavy sigh, opening the door again. “Up, kid.”

Castel wiped the blood from his cheek as he stood, neary stumbling his way into a concussion to boot. Voss led him back out- when had they gone upstairs?- past more furious looking orange big cats, past all of Smiles’ fancy things, past Dale again at the door. All of it was a blur, even the van ride back to the bakery. His shaking was too bad, his mind was racing too hard for him to notice anything. It almost felt like a dream- one that was only proven real by the cut on his cheekbone.

Once Castel had been dumped back outside the bakery, he collapsed to the sidewalk. Voss shouted something out after him that he didn’t catch before it drove off again. Sobs wracked him, reoriented him as he scrambled back against the building to ground himself. It was a a type of panic that made him feel like he was going to die. Right there. His heart would give out. None of his street neighbors would dare check on him. Not after tonight, he was certain.

Coming down off of it felt like he’d been punched in the chest a hundred times. Painful in every part of his aching body, but especially his eyes. The only thing he could think of was to pull out his phone. He had to tell. He needed someone. There was only one thing that could help him now, and he was certain she’d react similarly hearing what just happened.

Finding her contact was instant. Calling her made his teeth chatter.

“Cass?” She picked up almost immediately.

“Orphia,” he said, a dry sob interrupting him, “I messed up really, really badly.”

#Zilly drabbles #if you can tell where i stopped editing no you cant. mwah #Castel tag #Castel Baclef #Voschi tag #Voschi Horjan #Smiles tag #Mr. Smiles #Business Arrangements

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deepest-dope · 2 years ago

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not to expose myself but i love scars so much i think they look cool af and i love just giving characters scars heres a compendium of scars i think jessup has since i cannot yet draw them for you or myself. yes they are almost all from stupid accidents no he is not embarassed of any of them

his nose has visibly been broken once or twice but also theres a scar from a hubcap frisbee incident. chance threw the hubcap too hard and jessup caught it with his face, so now jess has straight scar across his nose. bonus idea jessups nose does a weird whistle randomly during the day, and also when he sleeps. hes been trying to figure out how to whistle it on purpose since he got it.

on his left cheek is 2 or straight lines, middle one is deeper then the others, creeping all the way up into his hair line. this is from the gecko jessup fistfought to death to get his jacket leather. hes also missing a small chunk off the top of his ear. these are kinda faded though

theres one on his neck from running around with a knife without using proper safety techique and he tripped an fell one the knife leaving a puncture wound that was very luckily not too serious.

top surgery scars. you get it.

he has a big round bitemark looking thing on his side/waist from setting a bear trap on a hunting trip and almost immediately falling onto it. this is actually the one he thinks looks the coolest out of them all.

yet another bear trap scar on his calf. chance literally warned him he was about to step on one and he said “yeah i saw it” immediately before tripping right onto it...

while practicing aim with one of micros pistols he shot himself in the other calf because he wasnt using proper gun safety measures that micro JUST taught him. its his most faded scar by far but still very much there.

i think he has more but these are the ones he actually like remembers. between micro’s training and papa’s good raiding tactics he doesnt actually have many real battle scars. hes too good a warrior working for too good a leader.

#fallout headcanons

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autisticempathydaemon · 2 years ago

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Hello there! This is for the matchups!

Song: Guns for Hire from the Netflix show Arcane :) I'm hyperfixating on it because I associated this song with a scene from an Interactive Fiction game I'm following called Leas: City of the Sun (it's a fantasy romance game and I love it so much) For specifics, I love this lyric itself but also the way it was sung was chef's kiss -> With all this weight buckling down on you now/ Don't you drown and float away (I love the pre-chorus too but yeah -> You're out of time make your move/ Live or die while the fuse is lit/ And there's no turning back)

MBTI: It's always one of two of these options -> ISTP and ISFP (I think I'm more of an ISFP tho)

Childhood imaginary friend: I never had one (sad, I know) but I always spoke to my stuffed animals :)

Hobbies: I love writing and drawing in my spare time. It helps me to relax and I usually listen to music that fits the vibe of what I'm writing or drawing as well

Fall asleep to: I never do this on purpose but majority of the time I fall asleep to any kind of ASMR but majority of the time it's ASMR/audio roleplays

Fav R.Audios: David's hoodie audio, Milo's audio where Sweetheart heals him, Milo's ACTUAL sleep aid and Gavin's confession audio. I've also been listening to James' Past/Present audio and I love the Inversion hehe

Don't vibe with: Regulus :) this is absolutely no hate to him but I'm just not a fan of obsessive or possessive characters

R.Audio bestie: I love Huxley. I wouldn't date him but he would be such a great friend :)

Memorised movies: I know all the words to Mulan and Tangled. It's unhealthy

Favourite media (?): My favourite K-drama is Flower of Evil (it's a mystery-thriller romance) and I absolutely love League of Legends: Arcane on Netflix. My favourite webtoon is Purple Hyacinth and it's a mystery with some action and has really hot main characters heh :)

Favourite books/authors: I don't read very often but if I had to choose a favourite book it would probably be The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller. I also love reading Leigh Bardugo

Fav animal: Cats. Very generic but if I had to choose an animal I would like to be, it would be a cat.

Fav foods: Chicken and potatoes in any form. Very basic but I love it if it is made well

Thanks so much and I hope you have a great day/night! <3

INFP's seem to be characterized by their unique, open, and spontaneous nature. They bring a lot of creativity and fun to the lives of everyone they meet, and I think Lasko could really benefit from a partner like that.

It would make a lot of sense that Lasko, being a workaholic, would forget to make time for the hobbies that bring him joy, like video games and TTRPGs. It’d be so lovely the two of you to sit and be creative together, whether that be writing, drawing, or just consuming art. Lasko seems like he’d enjoy a good Asian drama, I feel this in my soul.

Also, Tangled is one of Lasko’s absolute favorite movies. A young, naive child with special powers and an authoritarian guardian breaking out of a prison to go on a journey where they find self-discovery and love? He eats that shit UP. You serenade him with I See the Light, and it turns him into an adorable mess.

Song:

Ooh, like Sunday I'll pray our love will always stay pure/ Ooh, while the world turns around, he holds me down for sure

Ooh, yes, I am delightfully intimate with the Arcane soundtrack. That was a hyperfixation of mine last year. (ViktorxReader is actually what got me back into writing fanfiction- a little peak behind the emerald curtain lol) So I had to give you the fun, sweet love song off of it. I don’t know if it’s his genre- Lasko’s taste in music eludes me- but I can see him hearing that song and it bringing him joy and it reminds him do you (especially if the two of you watch Arcane and look forward to season 2 together!)

Runner-Ups:

Wouldn’t it be, like, so cute to be the one to show Sam modern media and movies? This man has absolutely no clue what League of Legends is, and you are about to get him so cowboy-hat-deep in lore. Next, hear me out… Eric deserves love and something more in his life, and I think you are just the person to bring it.

Note: Song of Achilles broke me gosh I’m sad now lol jk thank you for giving me an excuse to binge the Arcane soundtrack while I wrote this 🧡

Want a match-up of your own? Read this post, and tell me about yourself! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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slimylittlemaggot · 10 months ago

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Ok, so his design later in the story is simple but noticable.

He wears a gasmask which he takes of rarely, but not never. He has a false left eye with a scar coming down from it, because lore.

The gasmasks left eye either has a Googly eye or a red plastic with a gray plastic on top that he changes to show emotions. Usually for humor.

He has some merchandise he "borrowed" from an apple orchard he went to on a mission. His ice-pick is painted a solid green, and he uses a variety of guns. He changes them depending on mission:

Thirty round silenced bolt action rifle.

A powerful magnum

Silenced lever action rifle

A assault rifle with a built in silencer

Just... All the pistols. All of them. Because he likes em.

And a gun he purposely made look like a bolt gun from Warhammer 40k. It sucks in action but it's funny.

And three different shotguns. One pump action, one full auto, one semi auto.

He also has a shovel. For smacking. And stabbing. And digging.

His bag is filled with different things to give him energy, from coffee to actual straight up adrenaline. It also contains survival supplies, spare ammo, and some miscellaneous stuff that he keeps for emotion reasons.

Yes there is a teddy bear. Yes he hugs it when he goes to sleep. No, nobody bullies him for it, he is like 6'7" and built. The last person to bully him (enemy soldier) for it got picked up and thrown at someone.

He also draws.

Fun fact: if you watched my warzone videos and paid close attention to the guns, you might notice some overlaps.

Hehehe, good to know :3

#slimylittlesaves

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film-in-my-soul · 2 years ago

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For your top 5 (or 10) fandoms who is your fave for each and why do you love them?

Oh god, that's a tough ask but boy howdy and I'm glad you said (or 10) cause honestly top 5??? Ooof.

This is gonna be a mix of new and old fandoms since, honestly, I feel like I've been part of so many TT^TT

1. Top Gun - Nick "Goose" Bradshaw

What can I say? His mustache and terrible fashion sense compel me (not me wishing my wardrobe was his). But on a more serious note, I just love how he is with Carole and Bradley. He's also Mav's rock; the comedic support and his vibes are just immaculate. He's very "man written by a woman" energy, a complete dork, and I love him.

2. Top Gun: Maverick - Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

Am I splitting hairs calling these two different fandoms? Maybe. Do I care? No. Because Ice needed to be on this list. I love him. I mean, look at that smile? Also, I think Ice is just one of these characters that everyone likes to paint as super serious, and I just??? Did this man not snap his teeth in a show of aggression? He's got a petty streak a mile long and knows how to keep up with Maverick verbally and in the air. He's got the range, and I love digging into him. Also also, it's Val Kilmer.

3. Six of Crows - Kaz Brekker

This one was hard cause I could have pulled another above and separated book from the show, but for the purposes of variety, I will stick with the book on this (if it was the show, it would be Jesper). I love my fictional men a little deranged and willing to burn the world down for the people they love. Kaz is honestly the epitome of that, even if he's very stupid about it. I genuinely love his character. He's unapologetically a bastard and self-aware enough to admit it without finding too much fault in himself. He's got depth and violence, and I love that.

4. 9-1-1 (TV) - Evan "Buck" Buckley

Buck is such a great character, and even after 6 seasons, he's still growing and coming into himself. He starts at such an interesting place as this earnest but dumb jock-headed fuckboy, and we get to watch him come to terms with himself, his struggle with intimacy and romance, and even now with his self-worth. I think Buck so easily could have been a stereotypical ego-driven character, but he's balanced on this knife's edge of cocky and sensitive, just wanting to do well for the people around him, that he's honestly very compelling.

5. Stargate: Atlantis - Carson Beckett

Carson TT^TT (if you know, you know). Look. I've got a thing for sensitive characters, and Carson is great. He's also a character that grows out of his cowardice and fear, and I love that for him. He's a bit of comic relief and a good mix of level-headed and completely done that balances out Sheppard's more boyish energy and McKay's snappish ego.

6. Supernatural - Gabriel/The Trickster

He's goofy, damaged, and makes it so sexual predators get eaten by sewer gators? Ummm? Yes. Gabriel could have been just a one-off character, monster of the week, but bringing him into the story at large and giving him this anger and hurt over the situation he can't control and thus, takes it on himself to force others into so they might feel like he does? I eat that shit up. He's not just this comic relief relatable angel, there are these brilliant moments with him that are just filled with depth, and I honestly can't get enough.

7. Beyond Evil (괴물) - Lee Dong Sik

Please see above with Kaz Brekker and my love for slightly deranged characters. Dong Sik is this seemingly confident character who is always 1 step ahead, always thinking, and quick on the draw with his quips. He toes the line of "am I crazy or just that much smarter than you" and fuck if it doesn't work. But fundamentally, he is damaged and traumatized, and when we get to see that? Witness the broken man beneath the facade of control? It's as beautiful as it is devastating.

8. Law & Order: SVU - Rafael Barba

God, never has a character had a better introduction to a series, in my opinion, than Barba. I mean... he literally let a sexual sadist choke him out in court with his own tie, I- christ above he's great. Dry humor, whip-smart, but not infallible. He's fun and funny in an interesting way, and there's just something about how sharp he is that's so great.

9. Star Trek (2009) - Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Southern, snark, and unofficial James T. Kirk brat handler? What's not to love. Also, sorry OG Star Trek, but Karl Urban wins this one. That being said, of all the remake characters, no one embodies the original well as Karl Urban does, so I could have swapped him with DeForest Kelly, and my reasons would still be the same. The sass and attitude are just so great. He's grounded and witty and a fucking joy on screen.

10. Underworld - Selene

She is iconic, and I would let her step on me. But also, as a character, I just really fucking love her? She's a badass, plain and simple, she honestly does what she wants and looks hot doing it, but more than that, I really appreciate her as someone who is distinctly cold and detached from the world and the people around her, but finds love that doesn't change her as a character, just elevates and encourages her choices. Her falling in love with Michael doesn't suddenly make her a ray of sunshine; it just gives her something more important to fight for than what she grew up believing she had to.

This was a lot of fun anon! Thank you for sending this in to me :3

#alex answers #ask box

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blueteller · 7 months ago

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I usually don't do this, but I'll allow myself to copy my response from this post:

For those confused on this subject: The Korean word used the secret organization in the novel is "암", which sounds like "A-M". It is a mix of puns between the Korean pronunciation of the English word "Arm", and the Korean word "암흑", "A-M-U" (or "amheug" according to google translate), which literally means "Darkness"; so it's like the word got cut in half. So you could either translate it as the literal word "Arm" - which is what the EAP translation did, as the pun is very intentional and comes up later on in the story (and it starts from the very moment Ron lost his arm anyway)... you could also translate it as literally "Dark" or "Darkness", but that's a little too on the nose for my taste. What kind of self-respecting evil organization would call itself "Darkness"?? (That's like naming yourselves "The League of Villains" or something! ....Wait.) Basically, "Arm" and "Darkness" both could work, but between the two I'd really pick "Arm", since the pun is now completely lost in the latter version. Which is such a shame.

The reason why I bring this up, is that I truly think that the pun works best as "Arm" and much better than "Darkness"... however, it is still an imperfect translation. When a language "borrows" English words, it has a very particular "vibe" to it, depending on context. In this specific context, the pun is English while written in Korean. It's impossible to properly convey it with English.

It's like a non-diegetic element of a show.

It gives off a meaning without the characters involved knowing about it. The reason why Cale is the only one who even remotely adresses the pun (with the whole "ripping off 3 of the White Star's arms") is because he's the only one who gets it. It's not even explained if the pun is in-universe intentional. Because yes, the author made the pun on purpose, but we actually don't know if the White Star did!! It might have been an accident, or maybe he borrowed the "secret language" phraze because he was such a giant nerd dedicated to copying the Ancient White Star via Choi Jung Gun's journal!!

...In any case, I really love the pun and how it works in the story. But it's worth noting that the other characters definitely don't know about it. One, because no one ever says "Arm, such a weird name, why would they name themselves after a body part?" or makes the connection of "Arm = reference to a limb, meaning it is one part of an even larger organization". And I know our characters are smart enough to draw these types of connections on their own.

Basically, I'm pretty sure that the pun is non-diegetic, because the pun is Korean while the characters themselves actually speak a fantasy language. Despite most of us reading the story in either original Korean text or English translation of it.

About Arm (don't take this post seriously)

[Mild SPOILER??? Can this be considered a spoiler? I'll just put this here to be sure. I guess I should also warn you that this post is stupid.]

Another random thought I had today that no one probably cares about but I find it funny anyways so here I go:

Without any context, the name "Arm" is absolutely confusing and hilarious.

Like if Cale is a normal person who has a bad sense of humor (like me) and saw Ron lose an arm, he'll probably be like, "They must really like arms, huh? Get it? Because their name is 'Arm'?" And Ron would proceed to give him different kinds of lemon treat, food, and drink for a month just for revenge.

But putting my bad sense of humor aside, I don't know why they thought of naming a secret organization "Arm" and think it's going to be intimidating. Like I know Cale is also bad at naming things (aside from Raon, that name is beautiful) but wtf White Star? I know you're old but at least give your organization a better name. It's like they just want to use different parts of the body as their name because they don't have creativity.

I guess he does have a point for uniqueness because I doubt anyone made an organization and called it Leg or Foot or Head. It also says a lot about how utterly bored he is with his immortality if he doesn't even care about the bad name (unless he actually likes the name).

When I first read the novel, I couldn't take the name too seriously. I saw it and immediately laughed. And when Cale used it for his "Real Arm" agenda, I almost died because it's so funny without any context because one of Ron's arm is fake.

But remember, the author also has a bad sense of humor for using the name "Bob" several times in the story so I think I can get away with this.

I suck, I know.

I'm sorry. Please ignore this post. This is just me sharing a post nobody should see but I did it anyway. Good day! I hope I didn't ruin your day with this stupid post.

#tcf #trash of the count's family #lcf #lout of count's family #reblogs #analysis #tcf analysis #tcf meta #tcf translation

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rubyklaasje · 1 year ago

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ok idea for the s3 1941 flashback, involves a rejected kiss and also some zombie shit w/ furfur

crowley and aziraphale do a lil slow dancing, post the ‘shades of grey’ convo (idea from this gorgey art). aziraphale gets a lil starry eyed and leans in to initiate a kiss, but gets swerved by crowley.. like in the way where he turns and makes aziraphale kiss his cheek instead

and they're both mortified just standing there holding each other as the music plays on.. and it's like.. if aziraphale was chill he could 100% recover from this (a little bit of a bummer that he got swerved, but crowley's still holding his hand and the small of his back so clearly he's not too pissed...meanwhile, crowley's literally standing there psyching himself up to turn back and kiss him again properly..the biggest reason he avoided the kiss in the first place was shock..so he's working on building up his nerve)

but aziraphale isn't chill, unfortunately. and he rly did not expect to get rejected so he's just burning with white hot shame and panic and after a couple awkward moments he hits crowley with the classic 'forgive me'

but he says it just a little too quiet. and shame-filled. and reverent. and after a moment it kind of dawns on them both that he's like.. not reeeally asking crowley to forgive him for the kiss but moreso ,,,asking forgiveness from the lord god for kissing a demon..or even wanting to kiss him.. which ofc fully fully kills the mood

but oops! furfur came back to the bookshop that night to spy on/threaten them bcos they fucked up his promotion and made him look stupid and what does he see? aziraphale kissing crowley's cheek on purpose. and he's like oh yea no y'all are GAY gay, kissing on each other and shit (something something about how by kissing crowley’s cheek, aziraphale unintentionally exposes him to the enemy, judas-style) so he waits outside for crowley to leave cus he knows he's not getting in the door and he's not about to NOT try blackmailing these assholes again

MEANWHILE crowley is still standing there holding aziraphale, and crowleys brain is chugging along like 'wowwww ..sooo first he tries to kiss me, which is awesome...but then he immediately feels all dirty about trying it in the first place and literally asks god to forgive him??? which proves i was right to swerve him to begin with. because if i would have let him kiss me, he'd have just tortured himself about how he's so bad and wrong for doing it, and he'd overcompensate by ignoring me for a few years and refusing to call me his friend again.. all that trust talk, insisting on helping me with my bootlegging business, getting CAUGHT helping me with my bootlegging business, not to mention the hundreds of years of 'sinful' shit he's done for the arrangement...he's ok w/ 'shades of light gray' because he wants to shoot guns and eat cake and drink wine, but kissing me is where he draws the line..like he rly is deep down disgusted with me, huh. like SPECIFICALLY PHSYICALLy.. nice nice, love it, no that’s fair, i am a disgusting horrible demon so it makes sense and is cool. aight peace!'

and his reasoning would fall apart under scrutiny, but he doesnt say anything - just steps away and grabs his hat and coat and leaves (cos duh he just does that in situations like this). and aziraphale, obviously feeling horrible, kind of just lets it happen cos he thinks he fucked up (even tho he doesn't really fully understand how) and he just feels guilty for like 30 years about simultaneously rejecting and getting rejected by crowley.

anyway, crowley leaves the bookshop, trying not to cry lmao, hops in the bentley and drives off but then there's furfur in the passenger seat like 'hey girl hi...so u cost me my promotion, aaaand i saw the angel kiss you.' crowleys like 'do u have any proof? no. r u still pathetic? yes. and im STILL not dealing with this' and furfurs like 'oh what, did he reject u and u got yr lil feely weelys hurt' and crowley's like not dignifying that with a response, but technically? crowley rejected him. so..

[MAYBE THERE COULD BE A FUN FINAL ZOMBIE CAPER IN THE MIDDLE HERE where crowley and furfur need to dispatch the zombies for some reason and furfur has to like..trust crowley in a way that's so rare for demons to be able to experience in hell. and when furfur experiences that kind of trust (what feels like friendship) ofc he wants more, because being in competition all the time sucks so hard and he's soooo bad at it.. in this fake s3, there will be a pattern of more demons and angels coming to crowley & aziraphale’s ‘side’ against heaven and hell, and a flashback to furfur experiencing some fun friendly times with crowley could be fun backstory for his eventual rebellion against hell.

anyway, furfur gets a little tender hearted for crowley because i think he really does look up to him and thinks he's cool and doesnt understand why his friend just stopped giving a shit about him...why he keeps pretending not to know him... but anyway they kill the zombies successfully and crowley gets in the car to drive away but now furfurs following him around puppy dog style]

furfurs in the passenger seat [a bit of an az parallel for a sec] like 'hey, thanks for helping me out. maybe i can help you out, re: the whole angel thing. breakups are hard. i dont really understand why you'd wanna be with some stinky angel anyway. but hey! maybe there's a bright side! we could work together, like the old times. we're still a pretty good team (re: zombies). we should go report him to heaven, i think shax has a contact up there.. if we got an angel to fall it wouldn't just be a commendation, it would be duke of hell level shit...for both of us'

and ofc crowley (who had kind of forgotten abt aziraphale for a second in all the zombie hijinks) snaps and goes all terrifying demon on him, like 'if u even mention his name again, i'll literally kill you. i hate heaven and every angel in the place, but i wouldn't subject this fate to my worst enemy. now get out of my sight u horrible, disgusting, miserable waste of space' (projecting much, crowley?) which makes furfur do the demon equivalent of peeing in his pants, like legitimately thinking he might get killed rn, and he's looking at crowley with the fear of satan in his eyes..which just affirms crowley's self-hatred/self-fulfilling prophecy about how horrible he is. so crowley just shoves him out of the door and into the street and drives away

furfur sits in the road and realizes like oh ok 1. this dude is really really scary strong, 2. this dude i think would legitimately kill me if i tried to fuck with him or the angel, and 3./worst of all, he either really actually doesn't remember me or (and this 1 would hurt him most) crowley remembers it all but genuinely doesn't care about furfur or any demon anymore - that since they fell, they’re truly irredeemably evil but not evil in the cool/good way, evil in the useless pathetic waste of space way. he walks away from the whole experience believing crowley would be fine if he and everyone like him was literally dead. unlike this night had him believing, there is no ‘good’ in the world, no 'friendship', not for a demon, and now he’s going to hold this grudge forever and hold up crowley as like… his personal villain/poster child of what happens when u stray from hell.

and then yknow, in the current-moment part of the episode, furfur has to make a choice to either trust or fuck someone over (maybe literally crowley again) and he can have a lil redemption moment. idk im just having fun

#mini fic #fic idea #good omens fanfiction

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handcalfieetherington · 2 years ago

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oh boy, here at last, I’m going to split the progress of finally posting the progress of making this little menace in half, because that’s going to be way easier to make in all honesty and reading a novels worth of development would probably get monotinous after a certain point.

so initially I started out with this basic sketch with some of the ideas being taken from some of the characters already researched, like mimic as well as using the earlier version of the character, in the first sketch to try and make something that would show off the rest of the body, the hands were the most annoying aspect, especially the one on the right I could never come up with a way to make it look natural no mater how I positioned it and it was real annoying real fast, this a commonly occurring issue when designing this cretin Hands are annoying to draw,

kyrstie came along and gave the criticism that the character looked like morph and that he wasn’t really intimidating enough and that he vaguely looked like morph

which you know in my defence I was still in the concepting phase and hasn’t even added any extra clothing to the design yet, but I guess it was more criticism with he more exaggerated proportions with a character who’s whole purpose is stealth.

she made some edited versions to give some different alternatives but I somewhat preferred the idea of making a few versions of the same radically different idea and went with that.

I created 4 varied designs based on the same concept, you’ve got the thin lanky one with the creepy grin and trench coat, the little gremlin one that’s 3 foot tall and has floating limbs, the third is the finished design from earlier in concepting and the last is a specific one covered in a cloak. with a weird looking smile, a real selection of freaks if I have anything to say about it.

the extra sketch would be where I made some changes to some of the designs and gave them some new changes to the concept brought up by the previous image above.

the biggest changes are seen with the designs on the left with the feet of the far left one being far better and not terrible looking like they were in the previous sketch and that’s mainly cause Kyrstie game me a sketch to work off of with smaller looking and far more realistic proportional shoes.

as well as that She gave me a sketch that showed the second design with fore more angular features smaller eyes and more pronounced shoulders.

I used those recommendations and concepts to make my own version using those concepts

also before anyone says yes I know he doesn’t have thumbs, he wears custom gloves to help him grip stuff better even without them.

also final edit thing I made an extra version of the one to the far left holding a knife after Chris made the observation that a gun wouldn’t make too much sense for a character who’s role is stealth.

for what I used to create this, it was photoshop again using an A3 file size, with a sideways orientation, pen wise I used a wet media brush and somewhat squished it down to be a bit thinner to help the look of the line art.

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flanklurker · 3 years ago

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Hi!!! I read your Omen x Reader fic about Omen trying to be closer with the reader. That was the most adorable thing ever!! Is there a chance you could do something like that with Chamber please? :)

I see we like our French friend. Tres Bien, you are not the first (also I love your pfp this is a Snips stan acct). Coming right up!

Chamber x Reader: Trying to get to know them and being dramatically awkward about it

· It’s no secret that Chamber is a smooth fucken sailor. He can talk his way out of the most terrifying situations and crack even the hardest facades

· Hell, he managed to get his way into the Valorant Protocol, one of the world’s most secure organisations

· But somehow, when it comes to you?? That charm he’s become so very reliant on is nowhere to be found. Like, he reaches for something, anything.

· It’s gone

· When you walk into the room, he’s reduced to knee-jerk reactions—the three same pet names, talking loudly and dramatically to the nearest person like some dumb highschooler

· He silently curses himself as he does it but this man is surprisingly bad at dealing with what he quickly realises are feelings

· The great Chamber? Reduced to such a simpering fool?

· He’s gotta do something. Anything

· To start with, expect to be absolutely peppered with attention. To start with, I definitely wouldn’t blame you for being suspicious that Chamber wants something from you

· Every day, another ‘Ah! Mon petite chou, just the person I wanted to see! Could you humour me and test out my new weapon? I believe it may be to your liking’

‘Uhhhh, yes, but can I finish my cereal first? Please?’

‘But of course mon canard, you are the one with the crackshot reputation here, no? I can wait’

· Every time he opens his mouth he’s inwardly cursing, but he’s at the point of no return. He’s got to catch your eye. Somehow.

· Finally you accede to one of these… weapon test runs for want of a better word? Chamber is positively delighted. It’s like half an hour in of him showing the cool things he’s made and how much money he’s spent on them before he finally gets to the thing he actually brought you here to see

· This is bemusing to say the least, but you humour him as he takes the (admittedly very elegant) ghost out of the glass case with gloved hands. He runs you through the mechanism, bragging at the patented ball-bearing system that reduces trigger latency and recoil.

· ‘Oh, so like a fidget spinner?’

· Man has never been more gutted in his life, but he shakes it off.

· ‘Aight, hand it over then Chamber.’

· Your hand brushes his as you take the weapon, and he lingers for a second, seemingly paralysed by the gesture.

· ‘You… okay there bud?’

‘Ah, yes, mon Cherie. Just… proud of my work.’

· While that’s not the whole truth, there’s more truth in that sentence than he’d usually be comfortable sharing. Huh.

· As you take the gun, feel its balance and give it a spin, you can feel him watching you intently. You toss it up, catch, and take aim at the synthetic target on the far wall.

· As much as you kinda hate to admit it, the gun handles well. Really well. It reminds you more of a finely crafted musical instrument, sculpted to purpose.

· With a remarkably quiet release, the two of you appraise the singed hole in the inner ring of the target

· ‘Not bad at all Chamber.’

· Goddammit. He hates just how hard it is to hide the happy flush that spreads across his face. It’s all he can do to keep from grinning like an idiot

· ‘And I wasn’t even the one shooting the gun,’ he observes dryly

· You shoot him a wry smile at this, and it’s all Chamber can do to stop from pumping the air

· He manages to draw you again with the promise of good weaponry, and try as you might you find it hard to find flaws in the weapons you test

· Granted, when you do notice something off in the handling, he’s pretty receptive and starts tinkering away

· Soon, the two of you have made a habit of hitting the workshop together, building up… for want of a better word, it’s a strong professional relationship based on trust

· This is big for Chamber, trust doesn’t come naturally to him

· Finally though, he wakes up one morning and realises he can handle himself around you

· Tres bien

· From here, Chamber becomes more and more forward about wanting to spend time with you. After tinkering, he starts to suggest innocuous little cafes and quiet lunch spots

· ‘Oh but mon Cherie, it is my treat! You are the one helping me with these gadgets’

· Finally able to relax a little bit more, you began to see a side of Chamber that’s more comfortable and less reflexively performative. He seems to genuinely want your advice on situations, and is keen to share what he learns. He’s still very outgoing, but there’s an earnestness that he doesn’t seem to show otherwise

· That’s all well and good but as soon as any of the other agents walk by it’s back to drama king Chamber. It’s quite jarring the first time it happens. One minute he’s kicking back and humming along to the bossanova in the background, the next he’s loudly exclaiming about how ‘you simply must change up your casual outfits, Yoru! You look like an angry teenager in that jacket’

· It happens a couple more times before it hits you that he seems to be genuine specifically around you

· Huh

· Eventually you call him on it

· ‘Vincent.’

· His ears prick at the mention of his real name. He’s made no secret of it in the protocol but it’s still out of the blue

· ‘Yes, ma puce’

‘This is like… the third time this week you’ve gotten me flowers.’

‘Ah but of course mon-‘

You cut him off

‘You trust me to be real right? It feels like you’re courting me here Vincent.’

· You can’t help but feel your cheeks heat up as you say this. God, what if you’re misreading this and-

· The spiralling stops when you realise that Chamber has turned even redder than you feel

· He sputters a little, genuinely caught offguard

· The great, smooth-talking Chamber. Rendered speechless

· You can’t help but chuckle

· ‘Please mon chouchou, you have put me at quite a disadvantage’

· Okay, this is fun

· You draw closer, relishing the way he seems to struggle with hiding his face but also enjoying the closeness?

· Seeing his lip quiver a little, you decide to take pity on the poor man and say, just quietly enough for just him to hear

· ‘Well, I’m certainly not opposed to this partnership, my dear’

· His eyes flick up to yours, see their sincerity, and glimmer with something you can’t quite place

· ‘It seems, mon bonheur, we have a deal.’

· Closeness definitely achieved.

#valorant chamber #chamber x reader #valorant x reader #chamber #valorant #okay fr my good friend i didn't consider myself a chamber simp but at this point this has been so much fun writing that i might have to #reconsider hehehehe #i hope this is what you had in mind but im a huge sucker for smooth characters losing their cool #it just hits different #lozcanons

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