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Randomestfandoms Turns 7✤ Day 6: Platonic Crossovers
Clarissa Bridgerton & Mercy Nightingale ( @megdonnellys )
Tag List: @airwolf92– want to be added?
#ocappreciation#fyeahbridgertonocs#for a friend#friend's oc#megdonnellys#halli tag#crossover ship#clarissa bridgerton#clarissa & mercy#my work#*7years#my edits#my gifs#my ocs#bridgerton oc
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Everybody gon respect the shooter
Money Trees by Kendrick Lamar vs The Wire (2002-2008)
#the wire#thewireedit#the wire amv#amv#fanvid or whatever idk what people even tag these as#ANYWAY. have what i have been struggling with off and on for 2 months now#i do. love this song so much. not even the 5 billion listens making this vid could ruin it for me#but like... are you guys seeing the vision. are you?#dreams of living life like rappers do... it go hallie berry or hallelujah#pick your poison!#tell me what youre doin!#everybody gon respect the shooter but the one! in front! of the gun! lives forever!#whoops i forgot to put the trigger warnings on. trigger warning for so many things#tw violence#tw guns#tw drugs#tw police violence#tw child death#tw self harm#i think that covers it?
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Yeehoo…
Back on my metal AU bullshit 😼🙏 Hally would defo need some music lessons from Howdy lmao
Lil air-guitar nerds ^ 🤭🤭
drawing edgy confrontations is something that can be so personal
Oc lore tidbits… oc lore crumbs…
The metal AU Holloways didn’t have the best home-life growing up :[ They both wanted OUT but Hudson only had enough money for one train ticket ✌️😔 you snooze you lose monster boy!!!
They’re around 20 and 15 here, and don’t form the band until about 7 years later :] teehee
+ parent reveal !
we love terrible dads ‘round these parts
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#I think this is the first time drawing howdy!!! can’t believe I drew his brother before him lol#metal au howdy is so fine… dream man fr#and Hudson stays prematurely greying no matter the AU 🫶 my boy is STRESSED#like wym my dad is actually the spooky town priest??? I meeean. the proof is in the pudding… and the green skin pfft#welcome home au#welcome home oc#Wh metal au#wip#oc tag#drawing#Hally’s just vibing w/ his own ruthless father#and spineless mother… rip#turns out being worked like a plow horse for the past 6 years will quickly make you realize there are worse things than missing a train
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estrogen could have saved her
#hal 9000#or hallie 9000? :3#a space odyssey#2001 a space odyssey#stanley kubrick#sci fi#trans#fuck it tag that as well#gecko boy
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the hound - Hallie
the hound: loyalty, chains, promises
“—thus brought low, the warrior stumbled from one house to the next, crying out for anything that was familiar, but he recognized nothing, and nothing, in turn, recognized him. The sudden storm had left puddles all down the streets. He looked in each one, and in each one he saw a different face, but none of them were his.
“It was not until he fell to his knees outside the temple that someone saw through the curse, and the Lady Almalexia came forth from her shrine to see the warrior who had once been so brave, now weeping into his own strange reflection.
“‘You have forgotten your name,’ said Lady Almalexia, ‘but by name do I know you; by name do I love you.’” Llaalam’s eyes are all ember-glow with story, his whole body leaned forward and half off his cushions. “She touched the warrior’s head as he knelt there before her, and his mind was cleared of darkness, and he knew himself once more.”
Haldryn finds herself nearly scooted off the cushion saved for her too. She wriggles back onto it, remembering too late her handmade tail when the end of it bonks the wall behind her. “So—so what was his name?”
“He doesn’t know.” Amil leans over his husband’s shoulder with a wry twitch of his thin mouth. He drapes a blanket over Llaalam’s lap for him.
Llaalam reaches up to pat Amil’s bald head fondly. “That’s between the warrior and the Sacred Lady, I think.”
“But she knows it,” Haldryn presses, because it’s important. “Because—because he prayed, before Sheogorath got him?”
“She knows it,” says Llaalam, lifting a finger, “as Lord Sotha Sil does, and as Lord Vivec does. If you forgot yourself—”
“I wouldn’t!”
“—your ma would still know you, wouldn’t she?”
She opens her mouth, then closes it again, bewildered. She hikes her belt up to make her tail sit higher, the squished end of it dragging on the floor. There is no world she can think of where Ma wouldn’t know her. “She’s my ma,” she says. It’s the only answer there is.
“And you’re her Haldryn.” Llaalam makes a grand sweeping motion that she suspects is mostly to make his sleeves swish. “The Three are ours; we are theirs. If a Daedra knows your name, it means they’ve deigned to take special interest in you. The Three are gods because they love you. They are for us and we for them.”
“Or,” says Amil from where he’s gone back to the other room, sounding faintly amused, “you don’t worry about all that, Haldryn; just do your best. That’s all we can really do, any of us, even them.”
She recognizes the tone that means they’re about to start talking the boring bits that they disagree about, policies and stuff, so she scrambles to her feet and tugs at her belt again, tail swinging behind her. “Thank you mu—sera?” she corrects herself when Llaalam starts to huff a laugh. “I have to be home to help with dinner, but I’ll come back tomorrow, and on Fredas!”
“Tell your ma we said thank you for that soup.” Amil reemerges with a familiar jar held with both hands. “Washed it, don’t worry.”
The gold man joins her again right outside, with the jar tucked under her arm and a nice straight stick she’d left by the door dragging patterns in the dirt beside her. “You don’t have to like storytime,” she says, and kicks a stray little stone ahead of herself out of the way of her stick. “But it’s rude when you don’t even say goodbye or anything. You should pay attention to manners next time Ma explains them.”
He doesn’t say anything, staying alongside her with his head bowed to watch her stick squiggle through the dirt.
Haldryn stops to squint up at him. “Do you know anything about gods?”
His face does something awful, then, like he’s got a bad stomachache maybe. No, he says. Or at least: I know that I don’t know anything.
“Oh.” She uses the flat of her heel to smooth out some of the dirt, draws very carefully. “Well, this is supposed to stand for—”
Ayem.
The jar almost slides out from under her arm. The crook of her elbow is getting sweaty. “So you know your letters but not anything about gods?”
He’s crouched in front of where she’s drawn the letter. The tail shouldn’t be so long.
“I did it right,” she insists, insulted. “Anyway—” She scratches out another letter next to it. “That one means the Sacred Lady, and sometimes people call her after it too. She’s got a sword that’s on fire, and she’s tall as a mountain and stronger than ten bears—”
Is that what they tell you, at your storytime?
“I mean—not all of it, no, but she chopped up Mehrunes Dagon, so. But she’s really nice too, she helps people. And her hair’s red, and it curls like mine, except lots longer.” She points to the second letter. “This one’s for me, it’s a hekem. Nobody calls me that though, because it’s not my name, it’s just a letter. But it looks neat, right?”
His face isn’t doing anything now. She doesn’t know what that means. But he nods, slowly, and says, You’ll be late for dinner.
“Won’t either!” But she drops the stick and hugs the jar to her chest to start back for her own front door again, trotting a little faster. “Llaalam says they know everybody without even having to be introduced. But it’s sort of rude not to introduce yourself,” Haldryn says, pointedly. The gold man does a very good job not reacting to that. Maybe he didn’t get it. She continues, “I don’t want to be rude. Ma says the Hist recognizes its own, too, but if I met one I would—when I meet one I’ll still say hi, and tell it my name. And so I think when I pray I should say it’s me, too, so they know, and then when I meet them and they know me maybe they’ll remember easier what I’ve told them. Do you think if—”
But when she pushes open the front door and looks up, he’s gone off somewhere again. She huffs out a breath—maybe his ma just didn’t know manners as good as Ma does.
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The eyes of the goddess are golden, as vivid-bright as the lava under Red Mountain, burning right through her and on out to the other side. The perfect serenity of the Lady Almalexia’s face ripples, a pebble of recognition tossed into an endless fathomless lake.
Do you really know me, Haldryn wants to ask, but her throat is closing up and she’s blinking very fast and the goddess is only looking at her as at an open window. Do you know me, can you see me, did you hear every time I prayed—
Neht is very still, behind her. She can’t look, can’t turn away, but she doesn’t need to, to know. He says nothing, nothing at all. The cold patterned floor judders all her bones when her knees hit.
The sound of the Mercymother’s voice is the top of a waterfall, great heights on the edge of thunderous force, lingering at the precipice, and the name she speaks is:
“My Nerevar.”
#writing tag#Haldryn Elora#Knight: I'm going to hurt you with Hallie :)#narrator: and they were not kidding!!#official neighbor reveal also 🎉 gay old guys REAL. despite their differences of opinion on Vivec's tax policies
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tagged by @risualto 🧡🧡🧡 loved the excuse to play around in this picrew some more
top left: Aric Jorgan/Vesiya Hallis Jorgan (swtor)
top right: Kurt/Nadia de Sardet (Greedfall)
bottom row: Kiki and her boys! Kai/Aloth, Kai/Eder, Kai/Rekke respectively (PoE)
and bonus because A) Risu tagged the Speaker blog (Az and Yoshiko are so cuuuute 😍😍) and B) why not, have some Speaker folks!
left is Sebastian/Li, since they're some of my actual canon characters that can get together (the Speaker is obviously the one taking this picture)
and on the right is Nellie and my test-Seer Cass 😊 because pink hair and also lesbians
open tagging for anyone who wants to do this, but also specifically I want to see Speakers :3 I might reblog this over there (or just put the last 2 in their own post), I just love seeing peoples Speakers so much
#ves/jorgan#nadia/kurt#kai/aloth#kai/eder#kai/rekke#kai cirdani#vesiya hallis#nadia de sardet#speakergame#always feels weird to tag speaker things on my personal blog but it is what it is#I think jorgan turned out pretty good all things considered! hard to make a cathar in anything really but I did my best lol#kiki and rekke are just a riot of red curls together XD#wish there was a green hair option for li but the blue looks good too
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not that skip beat pulled a gun on me and squeezed the trigger, but 281 was really something, huh
#not me feverishly pulling all nighters now that the plot really yoinked me into the reread#hallie's skip beat tag#skip beat#i can't believe they actually. communicated.#what am i supposed to do with my life now????#hallie speaks
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The nanny is definitely quitting after an hour Idk, the baby avengers vs baby xmen was a cute comic and i wanted to draw babybolts And zemo being an ipad baby Yeah
#marvel comics#marvel#baron zemo#helmut zemo#songbird#melissa gold#melissa joan gold#moonstone#karla sofen#the fixer#norbert ebersol#jolt#hallie takahama#charcoal#charlie Burlingame#atlas#erik josten#mach x#abner jenkins#jesus christ theres so many names to tag#thunderbolts#thunderbolts marvel#comic thunderbolts
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I live fluff, and especially fluff after angst, but I feel like half the time "desert duo hurt comfort" only ends up with Grian being comforted and I'm just like. :(
I've stopped reading most desert duo fics because most if not all I've read end with grian getting comforted and Scar is there just to provide said comfort to grian
Can they both get comfort for the love of God
I just want fluff at this point. So tired of this kind of desert duo angst we get because it's all centered around grian anyway.
#stiff talk#asks#idk man im just tired and rambling#i think they should hold hands and be hally for once#talk shit out#communicate#learn#shit lkme that that#deset duo neg#tagging that because im being salty again djgkdm
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Mickey just casually filming Hallie, I need to go chew glass. 😭
#I think he actually liked her!#I think he actually like all of his ''friends.''#But he liked killing more.#mickey x hallie#mickey altieri#hallie mcdaniel#scream 2#scream tag#image and art
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#top gun maverick#this is for science#dagger squad#tbh i think either they'd go with Fee's idea or just every man for himself#also i kinda wanna write Hallie and Jake fic of them doing a costume....#also a birdfam one with rooster helping amelia throw a halloween bash!#jake hangman seresin#bradley rooster bradshaw#natasha phoenix trace#robert bob floyd#mickey fanboy garcia#reuben payback fitch#javy coyote machado#i just tagged the main gang but feel free to add your other thoughts for like mav or harvard/yale#(who are we kidding harvard and yale are just frat bros from H and Y every year)
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Happy Galentine's Day!! (1/2)
Abbie Hudson & Liv Pillsbury ( @cecexwrites ) || Aurora Anderson & Sydney Blanchard ( @megdonnellys Ava Potts & Roni Stark ( @thecaptainsgingersnap ) || Demi July & Maite Contreras-Herrera Kyla Keller & Natalia Finch ( @manyfandomocs ) || Ronnie & Isobel Lockwood ( @ocmerunaway ) Thalia Lovelace & Romy Thornhill & Jack Herondale ( @cecexwrites & @ginevrastilinski-ocs )
Tag List: @airwolf92 – want to be added?
#crossover ship#for a friend#friend's oc#my work#my edits#my gifs#my ocs#abbie & liv#aurora & sydney#ava & roni#demi & maite#kyla & natalia#ronnie & isobel#thalia & romy & jack#abbie hudson#cecexwrites#cece tag#aurora anderson#megdonnellys#halli tag#ava potts#thecaptainsgingersnap#kris tag#demi july#kyla keller#manyfandomocs#charlie tag#thalia lovelace#greta tag#ginevrastilinski
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Finished drawing the babygirls… don’t look at me
CW: suggestive? I guess?? Those vines be climbin’
🌱😳🌱😳🌱
Just an insatiably horny plant demon and his farm boy(friend) Hanging Out!!! 😇
Fraternizing with a band mate is never a good idea 😔 have you learned NOTHING from Fleetwood Mac 😾
But Mallory loves to wind him up and watch him go 🤭🤭🌱💕
👆Tucking flowers into his hair… or trying to at least.. the romance of it all 🙂🫶
👇+ a closeup of Hally’s last 2 brain cells freaking the fuck out
That’s it thank yewww 😼🫰
#Wh metal au#welcome home au#welcome home oc#drawing#oc tag#metal!hally#metal!mallory#smiles#can’t wait to draw how Hally’s brother would react 2 the news 😭 The way he’d rip that twink to shreds#but he doesn’t know… for now teehee#also wanted to illustrate how Mallory would look when manipulating plant matter but I can’t draw on company time sobs#it shows a lil here but like… his hair melds into vines n his tree horns grow (and eventually sprout leaves)#his horns are ever-growing so he has to chop at em#ough… much to think about…#he also burns them so they char up cuz he’s an emo boy first and foremost#gonna burn his hair off one day smh#probably the band member who’s most meticulous about his appearance… he preens like a lil bird and it’s epic
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i'm really glad i'm relistening to tma because while j*nmartin still does not really compel me all that much (sorry) i am very much in the headspace to appreciate old man yaoi avatar of contradictory fears repeat divorcees peterelias
#my post#crowley voice aziraphale. you have embarrassed me at heaven and hell's joint christmas party for the last time#i want. another. divorce.#anyway i see what hallie was saying now#show:tma#edit sorry if this in the ship tag my bad i didn't mean to do that
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“Ma!”
Vakka-Ei pins the last of the laundry in place on the line and turns with a smile to see Haldryn running to her, dragging a branch half as big as she is along behind. “Another one?” She drops smoothly into a crouch to meet her at eye level.
“This one for real, promise,” Haldryn says. She thrusts out the stick with one small hand, the other going to adjust the old belt holding her tail on (a heavily amateur construction of pages of the Courier and the leftover ends of several candles that she has, beamingly, insisted matches Vakka-Ei’s exactly). “It looks special so it’s gotta be. See?”
“Hmm…” Vakka-Ei touches the end of one finger to the branch, pretending to contemplate it deeply. No matter how many times she explains the nature of the Hist, Haldryn still seems to think every tree is trying to communicate—a sentiment she finds she isn’t yet ready to disillusion her of. “What does it say to you, Hallie?”
Her little face scrunches up. “I don’t know, I can’t ever hear anything. Is it because we’re not in Black Marsh? Do they talk more there?”
Laughing, Vakka-Ei reaches out to ruffle her dark curls. “It is not quite ‘talking,’ my love. There are many things that can be said without talking. But yes, the Hist is heard most strongly in Black Marsh.”
“When I get older I’ll take you there,” she says confidently, “and then you can tell me what to listen for so I can hear it better. And maybe we can visit Morrowind since it’s on the way!”
It is only on the way if one is lost, but Vakka-Ei does not correct her. “And what will we do in Morrowind?” she asks instead, smiling.
Haldryn scrambles for the sharp little stick she’s been keeping in her boot the last few days—which Vakka-Ei has gently told her to keep elsewhere so it doesn’t stab her in the foot, but she had only become very serious and said don’t worry, Ma, an explorer’s weapon only stabs what she wants it to—and holds it aloft. “I wanna get the Sacred Lady to bless my dagger!” she beams. “D’you think she’d like it? Maybe she could make it all glowy like her sword is in all the pictures!”
“I cannot imagine that she wouldn’t like it,” Vakka-Ei tells her. “I’m sure she would like it even better if you did not keep it in your boot.”
“Oh,” says Haldryn, as if she has not considered this before. “But I don’t know how to make a sheath.” She ponders this for a moment, then tucks the sharp stick carefully into the belt of her tail. “Well, it can’t be too hard, if Dexion can do it.”
“Dexion is apprenticed to the leatherworker, my love.”
“Yeah, but I’ve seen him eat rocks,” she scoffs. “Off the ground.”
It is hard to argue with this logic. “We will have to see what we can do,” concedes Vakka-Ei. “What design will you give it?”
“Turtle,” she says immediately. “And—and the, um, this—” She holds up her hand, palm facing outward, pointing to it with the other. “—with the triangle!”
Humming low in her throat, Vakka-Ei rises to her feet again. “I am going inside to begin dinner. Are you coming in, or are you staying out here until it is ready?”
Haldryn leans on her branch, grins up at her. “I’ll come in when it’s time to eat!” She turns, then, running back to the tree she took the branch from, chanting to herself, “Tinkle, tinkle, hollow chime, singing with me as I rhyme, guide us through the evening mist, home to the roots of our Hist—”
For a moment, Vakka-Ei lingers in the doorway, watching. The sharp little stick emerges again, thrust in a child’s imitation of a dagger’s parry, her homemade tail swinging behind her. She stops, looking up at nothing, and corrects her stance after a moment.
There are many things about her daughter she does not wholly understand, but she is trying. It is good to see her so excited, even when what she is so excited about is unfamiliar. Vakka-Ei turns to go inside, resolving to bake an extra next time she makes spiced root cake, for Llaalam and his husband. She certainly would not be able to answer questions about netches and mushroom houses and Sacred Ladies.
Through the door, Haldryn’s thin voice carries, crying out, “Daedra, we cannot kill you! —whoops!”
…whoops, however, is very much her area of expertise.
#writing tag#Haldryn Elora#rejoice! baby Hallie be upon ye#by the time of the game she is. well I will not pretend to be able to do math. but in 'elf years' she's like 17-18...#so obviously this is before all that lol
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Omggg I totally need more about Hallie and Penny. Like, the adventures of Penny and Hallie 🤭🤭
oh! they’re the best of friends. hallie feeds her food from her high chair, dropping the food she doesn’t like to penny. this is very much them.
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