#honestly not super proud of this one but
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postcards from the coast [2]
previous || part two -> linens || part three -> tbd
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pairing: kyle 'gaz' garrick / single mom!reader summary: kyle looks for you, then finds you tags/warnings: grief, less angst but still there, depression, non-creepy stalking, judgmental people, anxiety, previous injuries, insomnia, don't accept rides from strange men ladies and theydies, unless it's gaz then feel free<3 w.c: 1.2k
"Can I get a red-eye?"
Sleep has been difficult lately. Evasive. He sometimes goes through insomniac phases, where no amount of jogging or calisthenics practice or mental exercise helps. It's pure, restless energy.
Before, he might've taken himself to a bar, found a pretty girl to fuck and ease the buzzing under his skin. Now it's too painful - too much of a reminder of post-mission decompressing with the team. Sat in a circle booth, slapping each other on the back as they left, the smell of cigar-smoke and perfume.
Not that he'd be able to here, anyway. The town is too small, too isolated. There's hardly a main street, just a strip with bare necessities vaguely at the center of rolling hill country pock-marked with bleached white cottages and surrounded by cold ocean on all sides.
Peaceful, sometimes. Unbearable, mostly.
"Sure, any milk or sugar?"
"No, that's alright, thank you." He's been here every day, mixing a caffeine fix with his ongoing search for you. Curiosity and boredom, he tells himself. The product of so many sudden life changes - the end of their last mission, Johnny's passing. He just needs something else to focus on, something soft and wide-eyed.
At least the coffee is good.
The next time he sees you, it's in passing. Driving out of town to the post office to pick up a gift from his sister.
You're holding a toddler by both arms, their feet on yours, walking them up the steps toward the local library. Another long skirt, wimpling softly in the breeze. There's a smile on your face as you watch the child walk with you.
It almost feels like a missed opportunity - like he should turn back. But the post office closes in a couple hours and it takes nearly that long to get there, so Kyle elects to be patient.
You're there every evening. From five o'clock until closing at eight, you sit at the same window and alternate reading a massive tome and babbling back at your baby, who's sitting on a wooden high-chair.
The librarian makes rounds just to say hello to the two of you, pinching cheeks and ooing and aweing.
"And how old is she again?" She whispers mindfully. Her nametag says Nettie and she's a kindly-looking old woman, bent a little from years of work but sturdy as a mast in a storm.
"Turning two soon," you whisper back. Neither of you have any idea he's there yet, browsing the books as a cover to peek through the shelf at you. "She's a taurus."
"Just about to hit the terrible twos!" Nettie laughs.
"Yep," you laugh with her, but there's something there. A sheepishness. Embarrassment? Your expression is almost a grimace, from what he doesn't know. He wants to, though. Looks through the peephole and lets his chest fill with something other than grief for just a moment.
"And the father? Not a fan of reading?" She probably means well, but your face goes from vaguely uncomfortable to something like a deer in the headlights.
"Oh, um," you're floundering, but Nettie is too busy stroking a wrinkled hand over your girls head. "He's not in the picture."
Not in the picture? If Kyle had felt any kind of guilt for eavesdropping, it's overshadowed by that information. Best stake-out of his career to-date.
You shrink a little when Nettie yanks her hand back, frowning. He can tell judgement and prejudice when he sees it - experience and a keen eye. Must be hard being a single mom.
Resigned - that's the look. Pained and embarrassed and resigned.
"Right. Well," Nettie's sensible leather shoes clack against the floor. You don't watch her go, your hand is reaching into your bag for a tiny knit hat.
Fuck, you're leaving.
As you gather your things - book, coat, bags, baby - he tucks himself into the shelf, positioned still as a sniper, to-
"Ouch!" Your voice cuts through the quiet of the library. Kyle flounders, caught off guard for once. He'd only gently bumped into you to make it look like an accident, like something out of a rom-com. Girls liked that, usually.
But instead of looking up at him with surprise, you close your eyes and shy away from him, shoulders coming up defensively - you can't reach your arm, not with a baby on your hip, but it's obvious you're in pain.
"Are you okay?" You look to him, wincing still. You're asking him if he's okay? Heat creeps into his cheeks, warming him with regret.
"I'm good, I'm good," he says quickly. "Sorry about that, love, didn't see you there."
"That's okay," you readjust, arm limp at your side. Your heavy bags hang off of it, but there's nothing you can do with the baby on your hip.
"Let me get those," there's no time for you to reject his offer; he's too quick. The bags are heavy - no doubt there are more books and a baby go-bag. This close, you smell powdery soft like linen sheets and laundry dried outside.
"It's the least I can do," he's trying to be casual about it, lest he scare you off. Holds the door open, notices while you step out that your daughter looks just like you.
"Thank you, you didn't have to," you look down. How'd you hurt your arm? He knows he didn't hurt you - not like that, at least. Not enough to warrant such a reaction.
"Of course I did, didn't mean to get'cha so hard," his head swivels. There are only two cars in the parking lot. "Can I get these in your car?"
"Oh, I walked, that's okay," you reach to take the bags back, but he pulls away.
"I can't let you walk home, please- let me be a gentleman and give you a ride," he knows it's a long shot. Neither of you have exchanged names, neither of you are locals. He's tried to make himself look as approachable as possible; head tilted down, brown eyes imploring, palms out even with your bags in one hand, but it's a gamble.
There's natural suspicion and hesitation, your eyes looking side-to-side, but you nod with a hesitant smile after a moment. It's hard to keep the grin down, but he manages it up until you're tucked in his passenger seat and he's putting your bags in the back of his car.
"My name is Kyle, by the way," he puts his keys in the ignition, turns them. Pretends not to notice how you sink into the seat, eyes drooping, holding your daughter on your lap. It's not safe, but it's a country road and he promised to drive slow on the way.
You tell him your name. It's pretty, fitting. He wonders again about you - who left you like this? Alone, hurt, tired, trusting a stranger to drive you home. If he were your man, he'd never let you be put in a position like that.
The cottage you're renting is tiny, a glorified shack, rented as a cottage for tourists.
"There you are," he murmurs, trying not to startle you. "Need help getting in?"
"Hm?" You've been staring out the window. "Sorry! No, I'm alright, thank you again for the ride. Josie and I appreciate it."
Josie. It fits her, fits you. His eyes crinkle at the corners.
There's not a chance he lets you get the bags out yourself, and once you're appropriately sent off to your door, he sits and waits for a moment. Makes sure you get inside. Feels something loosen in his chest.
#cod x reader#cod mw2#task force 141#141 x reader#drgnfly writes#cod gaz#gaz call of duty#kyle gaz garrick#gaz x reader#kyle garrick#kyle gaz garrick x reader#kyle garrick x reader#gaz garrick#gaz cod#honestly not super proud of this one but#i've been feeling stuck lately so feels good to get it out#postcards from the coast
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‘not gonna color this’ local man says before blacking out and doing exactly that
#my art#zombiecleo#ethoslab#shoulda just waited a bit before posting the first one lol#i did cleo’s outfit from memory and missed a few details but honestly i think this works better#actually super proud of myself for making the colors work here zero adjustment layers or curves or nuthin
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It's cold around the castle this time of year so Horror set a fire in one of the fireplaces, and some people got especially cosy
Cross by Jakei95 Killer by Rahafwabas
Bonus doodle:
#UTDR#UTMV#My Art#Cross Sans#Killer Sans#Kross ship#<Not necessarily but y'know. for those who want it#It is entirely possible to fall asleep on a guy platonically for the record#LOOK!!! I did a background :D I did shading!!!#I'm super proud of it too this looks pretty good ^^#Honestly these two being like. nap buddies is just everything to me#They were just sitting on the floor watching a movie or something but at some point Cross just started to kinda lean#And he sorta melted into Killer's side while he fell asleep#Killer was quite happy to use him as a headrest but then the close contact got him too relaxed and he fell asleep too#Nightmare was going to throw a blanket over them so they wouldn't get cold later when the fire went out#But then he dozed off in his chair too.. the fire is powerful on a cold day!!#It's okay the warmth of cuddling sustained them for the night#Though Cross may never be the same from the embarrassment#And Killer may never get over how much he wants this to happen again (but doesn't know how to ask and won't try)#I hope you guys like the sight of this one cause I'm definitely reblogging it again in the morning lol
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who are you?
#frogart#tloz au#the legend of zelda au#haunted au#i am not usually one to worry about “flop posts” and honestly. this one doesn't super apply either . i am proud of it already ^.^#but it would be cool. it would be cool if it wasn't#“who are you?” <- squealing and running in place im so pleased w myself#bc whos asking? link or zelda? I DUNNOOOOOOOOOO :) YOU TELL ME#in general the response to this au has been soooo sweet and lovely . thank you . i am always open for questions abt it but i wasn't going t#advertise until i got a design for that other guy down <- dont want this to show up in his tags LOL. the cross poster
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I'm still working on this btw. Chipping away at it one little panel at a time 🥲
#'I'm just gonna make a short little prologue comic' I say as the short little prologue comic becomes a 50 pages long chapter zero#CRYING kicking and screaming 😭🫠💀#BUT I am committed to finishing it ☝🏻I'm drawing all of these pages even if they look like ass at the end#I'll be drawing it. coloring it. writing dialogue(WISH ME LUCK). everything.#this is for sure the biggest project I've ever taken on jfjcjckkfk#the biggest thing I've ever committed to w my art was. idk. I think the 250 boxes challenge??#which took over a month to complete w me drawing at least a few boxes every day#now w this one it's me trying to draw at least a few panels every day. or every other day when I'm working on commissions#it's been fun yk all things considered#even tho sometimes it's daunting that there's so much to do#I also get super excited to see it finished#honestly it'll be an attempt. I'm sure that even if it's not perfect at the end#there'll be parts of it that I'll love and be proud of <3#sleep.txt#sketch tag#ship: viper#I'll probably post it when I'm done#(which will probably take a couple of months still sdjfhsdkhfs)#still thinking abt How I'm going to post something with this many pages 💀 but I'll figure something out#preferably something that doesn't become a giant long post on the dash 🫠
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A Promise in the Dead of Night
“I’m scared…”
Her voice is but a whisper, that Alastor barely registers her words at first. When he does, he feels himself tightening his arms around her, his mind already preparing to shield her from danger that he’s not made aware of.
Something’s been off about Charlie’s behavior and he hasn’t been able to determine the reason. From the moment she stepped in his room, he’s known she hasn’t been in her usual perky mood. It’s not unlike her to pay him a visit in the dead of night. Hell, it’s practically become routine for them. If he doesn’t end up falling asleep with her in her own bed, he can expect to find her hours later in his room, quietly requesting that she stay. And he never refuses. How could he possibly turn down such a request from the radiant, smiling princess of Hell?
But tonight, that gorgeous smile of hers that normally greets him when she enters a room was absent from her face. Her piercing eyes that could read all the secrets of his soul were puffy from tears she must have dried before coming to see him. She hasn’t uttered a word until now. She simply opened the door and walked over to join him on the sofa he sits on and crawled her way into his arms. He hasn’t questioned her, but he finds it odd that she had been so quiet. Not even a laugh, or even a breath. Has she been holding her breath the whole time?
Alastor brings his hand up to the back of her head that lays against his chest, raking his long claws through the soft strands of her golden hair. “Of what, dear?” He asks, his voice only slightly louder than hers.
She doesn’t answer. Not with words, at least. Instead she just further nuzzles her head against him, burying her face into the fabric of his coat like she’s trying to hide from something. Alastor swears he hears a faint whimper escape her—a sound that not only catches him off-guard, but fills him with rage. Several thoughts run through his mind like a herd of deer. What could have happened to her that would send her into such a fragile state? Who hurt her…?
Before jumping to conclusions, he decides to continue with his gentle approach. He shifts slightly, taking her chin between his fingers to lift her head away from his chest, her gaze instinctively meeting his. He’s met with the most heartbreaking look of vulnerability she’s ever displayed. He doesn’t like it one bit.
“What’s troubling you, my darling?” He questions her again, his thumb tenderly caressing the soft, milky skin of her face.
Charlie sniffles and briefly shifts her gaze downward as she struggles to answer in a way that makes sense. “I.. I don’t know.” She sighs shakily. She knows it’s a pathetic response, but she doesn’t know how to explain the hell-storm wreaking havoc in her mind.
Alastor stays quiet, only giving her a look that urges her to go on. And when she looks at him again, she does, however reluctantly.
“Oh Al.. I don’t know why, but I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach and no matter what I do, it won’t leave me alone.” Charlie lets out a small hiccup of a breath, leaning her head forward slightly, longing to lay on his chest again. “I keep having these horrible dreams. They play out differently, but they all end the same way…something bad happens, or someone attacks us, and one way or another, you get taken away from me. I don’t know what happens to you after. I always wake up before I can find out, but I’m afraid that it means you were…”
She pauses, not wanting to actually finish the thought aloud. She knows she doesn’t need to, anyway. Alastor can easily fill in the blank.
His signature smile, sealed by his lips at the moment, tightens at the corners. Charlie doesn’t see it, but his blinking eyes go wide for just a moment. It may be just a coincidence, it had to be. But what are the odds that they were both struggling with bad dreams about losing the other to some unknown force of darkness? Alastor hasn’t let it affect him like Charlie clearly has, because to him it shouldn’t have meant anything.
But to know that his princess was facing the exact same troubling phenomenon…that was a cause for alarm.
He doesn’t tell her of this. No, he refuses to worry her any more than she already has been. It’s his job to ease her worries, not increase them. It’s a burden he’ll bear for them both. What’s one more, anyway?
He pulls her in close to him as she snuggles into his arms. “Oh Charlie, you must not fret over something like night terrors.” He assures in a calming tone, trailing his hand up and down the length of her back. “They’re just dreams, after all. They cannot hurt us.”
“That’s the thing. What if they’re not just dreams?” Charlie argues, her body growing slightly tense at this thought she only just now realizes she has. “What if..it’s a warning?”
Alastor doesn’t even want to entertain the idea. He doesn’t want to imagine that that’s the reason behind their shared unconscious terrors. No, he won’t give into the fear. It will only consume them, and then they will be doomed to face it.
“You shouldn’t think like that, dear.” He says, leaning his head down, resting his chin atop of her head. “It will do you no good. You mustn’t let your fear control you.”
Charlie closes her eyes, her voice reverting back to its pitiful hushed tone. “I can’t stop it.”
There’s a brief moment of stillness between them. Neither dares to move from the warmth of the other’s touch. The air grows quiet, with only the cackling flames of the fireplace providing any source of sound. That is, until Alastor slowly lifts his head and pulls her back to face her again. The look in his eyes takes her aback. His grin is as wide as always, but there’s a subtle glimmer of sadness in his gaze that she’s never quite seen before. She’s not sure if she should feel touched that he’s grown so comfortable to express such vulnerability in front of her, or horrified of the meaning behind it…
“Then tell me what I can do to make it go away.” He raises his finger up to brush her bangs away from her forehead, before resting his hand against the side of her face, cupping her face in his palm. “Whatever it is, it will be done. Just name it.”
Charlie frowns softly, staring at him quietly for the longest minute. She’s not sure there’s anything he can do to make this all disappear. Alastor may be a powerful overlord, wielding immense power that has left even her impressed. But sadly, he can’t just snap his fingers and rid her of her fears like he wishes. Miracles like that weren’t possible down here in Hell.
There’s one thing he can do, though. As simple as it may be, it’s what she needs him to do.
Charlie leans her face into his palm, bringing her own hand up to hold his wrist as she looks deep into his eyes. “Just..promise me that no matter what happens, if anything happens, that nothing will tear us apart from each other.” She says, her voice trembling more and more with each word. “Whether these are just stupid dreams or not, I cannot lose you, Alastor. So please.. promise me now.”
Alastor gives her an incredulous look, raising his brow a little, just before he leans in, inching his face closer to hers.
“Charlie..my princess,” He speaks firmly, his voice lacking any static or filter that it normally carries, “I swear on my damned life, I will never let anything take you away from me. Not Heaven. Not Hell. Nothing is ever going to keep us apart. Do you understand?”
She nods slowly, and as she blinks the tears she’s been fighting back threaten to burst like a broken dam. Alastor kisses her, the tender touch of his lips bringing her a warm sense of comfort. He then pulls her back into his reassuring embrace, and at last the woman crumbles down. She cries into his shoulder, clinging onto him like she may lose him for good if she even thinks of letting go. He doesn’t say anything, knowing he’s said all he can to bring her solace and all he can do now is simply be here with her.
But they both know his words held nothing but truth to them. Charlie’s been the one good thing to ever happen to him in a long, long time. And he would sooner die again than ever let something rip that away from his grasp. He will hold onto her and use everything in his power to fight for her, and he will do it all with a smile on his face.
It’s alright, my love. Is his immediate thought when he hears that dreadful sound of her sobbing. He hugs her as close as he possibly can, letting his eyes fall shut as his face presses onto the mess of hair on her head. The shadow that resembles his shape looms over the pair, hovering its claws protectively over the woman in Alastor’s arms.
Anyone who tries to take you from me will be faced with a fate worse than death…
#a short lil charlastor one shot bc fuck it why not#I’m not super proud of how it turned out and I honestly had no idea how to end it#but oh well#it’s mainly for practice#getting out of this stupid creative block I’ve been in for a year#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanfiction#one shot#charlastor#charlastor fanfic#radiobelle#charlie x alastor#charlie morningstar#alastor the radio demon#gives these two a hug#hurt/comfort#slight angst#bittersweet ending#my fanfiction#lady luxo writes
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DISTRACTIONS sometimes its the drive to help and save our friends that pushes us to learn and to succeed. unfortunately its normally ''unethical'' to replicate that in a classroom setting. I ONLY JUST FINISHED THE LAST PAGE HERE, THE FIRST TWO WERE LITERALLY FROM LAST YEAR, N A FEW MONTHS APART. LOOOOK AT MY EVOLUTION. im very proud of this and bled REALLY HARD FOR THE LAST PAGE. PLEASE ABSORB THIS.
#gillion tidestrider#jrwi fanart#jrwi show#jrwi riptide#the last page honestly just took super long bc i dropped it for a long while. only recently wiped the dust off o it.#IM RLY PROUD OF ALOT O THINGS ABT THAT LAST PAGE#LIKE THE PERSPECTIVE N THE WIDE SHOTS OR WHATEVER#IT WASNT EASY BUT I MADE IT LOOK GOOD!! IM SO HAPPY WITH IT#I ALSO just really love drawing gillion as soooo small#just a little guy with the weight of the world bolted to his tiny tiny shoulders#n yknow what while im here ill talk abt the first two comics aswell. i like taking inspo from JTHM for this kinda stuff#more specifically SQUEE n the way his dad was just sooo honest and cruel to him. 'yeah its your fault my life sucks' n all that. i imagine#that gillion prolly dealt with alot o that too. i know weve already seen the elders#but i did initially imagine them to be very much like the Tallests from invader zim. they just hate this little guy. hes so small n lame#hes prolly had teachers like that im sure. i like thinkin about gills experience in school!!#i fell in love with him the moment he said that he wasnt good at being a student like girl ME TOOOO WAAAAAA#HE SUCKS In school and everyone is just sooo tired of him but they gotta put up with him bc hes the Chosen One#but GOD they wish they had someone more competent i bet. it was prolly a relief when they banished him#could u imagine being that? someone so insufferable that people sigh in relief when youre gone. poor poor gillion#ANYWAY THATS ALL MY THOUGHTS#TALK ABT UR THOUGHTS IN THE TAGS TOO DIPSHIIITT CMAAAHHNN
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Tw eyestrain
This is for the draw this in your style by @ricky-tiki-tah ^^
I wanted to do this wayyyy earlier but i was busy with stuff
Hope ya like it ^^
#markiplier#tw blood#the host#toust does art#dude ive had such trouble with the line art like it just looked OFF man#but its looking good now#acctualy im really proud of this one#aside from the blood#like it acctualy looks like mark finaly#anyway yea i struggled with the blood and i still dont like how it looks but oh well#anyway the stuff wasnt anything serious just preparations for an event at my village and then vacation and then stuff with me going to my-#-first year at university/college#idk the difference in them honestly in czech its just one word#oh yea im studying to become an english teacher!#super excited coz english is one of my favorite things in the world#which is why im bumed about the floods and the semester having to start a week later coz people arent able to get to school coz everything-#-is under water#oh yea the whole weekend it was POURING here in the whole country#were fine where i live atm but the rest of the republic is like sheeeesh#anyway im done yapping#id be surprised if anyone read it til here#u know that one post that is like:#the post: one sentence#the tags: so it all started in 2003-#this is that lol#anyway enjoy our boi host imma head out#bye ^^
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i’d grab the kitchen scissors (and cut myself to slivers for you)
Mrs. Wheeler opens her mouth, closes it, then opens it back, then closes it again. Mike can clearly see her struggle to understand why the fuck he cut his hair and when she opens her mouth again he half expects the question to roll off her tongue.
“Do you want me to fix it up for you?” is what comes out instead.
or the one where Mike cuts his hair, Karen and Mike are both at their wits end, and a certain someone makes the whole situation a bit more bearable.
#sky writes#byler#byler fanfiction#byler ao3#byler fanfic#byler fic#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things ao3#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fic#will byers#mike wheeler#im actually proud of this one#i think im getting better <3 finding my style!!!#13k words is honestly so much for me actually super proud i wrote all of that and managed to finish it too ☺️🫶🏽#posting your work is still a scary experience though 😭#ABSOLUTELY LOSING MY MIND I FORGOT TO BLOCKQUOTE 😫😫😫
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Mark Alan, Count of Queanbeyan
+ explanation & lore
Okay first I'll explain the drawing itself, and then go into Mark's lore a bit, so stay with me!!!
First of all, yep. Mark with long hair. When I first conceptualized how he'd look in this au, I just genuinely could not imagine him with the typical long curly wig. And that irked me, bcs its just sooooooo historically inaccurate for him to have had short hair, no wig. I sketched him and Jense out as chibis, I drew Mark with short hair, and literally wrote "haha wow he looks so bad with long hair!!" Hello, can I take back that statement? It's actually shocking how good he looks???? Maybe it's a testament to my skill that I could make this work. But I did! And man, shameful to admit, but this might be my best portrait ever 😭😭 Funny tho, guy I've barely drawn, and never as detailed as this, ends up being one of my favs. Mark, you bastard!!
^ lmao as you can see, I tried out a more Seb type wig and then realized ahhhhh nah, he needs a different style. And it worked so, yay!!! I've thought a lot recently, "man it would suck back then if you looked shitty in a wig" and I rescind that. I'm telling you, you think a man would look bad in a wig? I say think again, you're just not conceptualizing the right type of wig for him.
Also wow, its crazy thst I can finally actually visually see what he would look like next to others like Seb and Fernando in this au. Hehehe look at them!!! The boys!!!! Just need Jense :,)
Anyways, I digress, some lore notes about Mark since I don't think I've really talked about him in this au on main much.
He is, of course, Seb's closest servant. His Groom of the Bedchamber(yes that term makes me feel rabid.) He's actually also based on a real guy, whom was described as the Emperor's "favorite" and despite not technically having very important positions, he had a lot of influence because of his closeness and connection with the Emperor. So, yeah, I think that's gives a pretty good pic of Mark in this au :)
He's actually pretty satisfied with his role, but he does feel a bitter and jealous when interacting with others like Jenson and Fernando. Because Mark doesn't have a title, well not in the same way. He's a count, not a King, not a Prince. Yes he's nobility, but not in the same way. And he's satisfied being under Seb, because that's what Mark was raised to do, take care of and keep Seb in line. But often realizes he's never going to be on par with him, not in the same way Fernando can, even if he's Seb's closest confidant.
To build on that. He's very satisfied with his role, and even continues to be satisfied when Fernando comes into the picture. Fernando and Seb don't get along, Mark is always going to be the closest to Seb, always going to know him the best, take care of him the best. But he realizes, he would never get to marry Seb, he's not ranked high enough for that. He was raised to do what's best for the Emperor, he's never going to be able to compete with Seb the same way Fernando can. He really wants Seb and Fernando to succeed! To grow closer! But it still really hurts sometimes.
His closest friend, other than Seb, is Jenson of course(and eventually Fernando, after they stop growling at each other like they're Seb's dogs.) But he does get bitter about Jenson sometimes. Jenson is a prince, who had some great performances in battle. But eventually got tired of that lifestyle, and "retired" to being part of Seb's court. Mark can't really understand that. How do you throw that level of prestige and freedom away. How do you just become the Emperor's servant, when that was never what you were born for. But also, I think Jense definitely uplifts him, they just get along so well, and Jense truly cares for him, no other motives :)
LOL sorry I realize how depressing this sounds 😭 I think all of the above is just Mark at his most bitter, but he's genuinely pretty happy. Think of the whole "not bad for a number 2 driver thing", that's him in this AU. He knows his station, and god damn it, he's gonna be the best, most loyal groom there ever was!! He just cares for Seb so deeply, and it truly is his life path to serve him. Seb cares for him too, feels like he can always rely on him and always be reassured by him and his eternal presence in Seb's life. It's nice to have someone you can always fall back on. Sometimes literally. Yes he makes Mark carry him to bed.
Not to stray away from just Mark, but aaaaahhh the Martian in this AU. Just Mark having to put up with Seb's brattiness all the time, and care for him all the time :) He's so tired of catching Seb naked tho...Seb please put clothes on, this is not befitting of your station. Seb takes Mark with him everywhere, and they share the same bed on trips. Mark is always the first Seb goes to to ask his opinion. I said earlier that Mark feels like he cannot challenge Seb in the same way Fernando can, but Seb really wants him to honestly! He loves hearing Mark's thoughts and opinions. Mark is widely known as Seb's favorite, and is often seen as the second authority in the palace and in the court.
As for Webbonso? I think they really dislike each other in the beginning just because the roles that they're in. They both feel like they're pitted against each other, and ir doesn't help that Seb loves to tease them and often favor one in front of the other(he later realizes how shitty this is, and tries to rectify it, because he never intended to make them actually jealous, he just loves being bratty.) Eventually they realize they're in extremely similar situations(both beholden to and stuck eternally with the Emperor), and find comfort in each other in that.
Yep that's right...the palace is honestly one big polycule djkfkglg. But I hope thay explains Mark in this AU well enougg???? All you need to know: Seb's long-suffering servant.
#heres mark in a wig. if thats your thing! a thing that. no one asked for :)#BUT WAAAAAHHHHH MAN IM SO PROUD OF THIS HONESTLY#how the fuck does he look so handsome???????#i never in a million years thought this wouldve worked. but yep! it does!#but i will say. bro looks like he should be on a dollar bill dhfkkglv#okay anyways yes i understand that this is extremely niche and very confusing to anyone outside my circle#but i hope you like it even if not????? im super proud of this one 🤭🤭#my first time rly drawing him honestly. every other time has been chibis or an obstructed view#BUT THIS. THREW MYSELF INTO THE DEEP END. and i didn't drown!#gotta draw jense next. and his silly bicorn hat. cause hes that kinda guy#i was gonna put mark and jense together. but man i hate keeping art to myself that i finished already#im proud of it! must click post! no hoarding!! or ill never post it lol#aaaahh man im getting drawing men im surprised#im so happy w his expression. w his squiggly eyebrows. he looks very introspective#f1#formula 1#mark webber#boy king au#catie.rambling.txt#catie.art.#*sometimes I realize. man if i just took away the historical clothing and wigs and stuff#my art would have such a wider appeal 😭😭#but then i realize. nah i dont give a shit. i draw what i want!!! and you guys will take 1700s Mark and you will LIKE IT
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attacks/revenges i did this year yaaaay. characters are listed from left to right
data jukebox, buster's sona and radio for @classicsonic /video
conglang gijinkas ( from left to right: kay(f)bop(t), toki pona, lojban) and igamey for @igamer12 / Igamer12
buzapper for @peridots-pixiwolf / Peridots-PixiWolf
jax for @end-orfino / Erufin
bubbles for @plushpyro / vurtualghost
hacker for @kordbot / kordbot
aaand pop for @sodapopbuoy / sodapopdotzip
#hi everypony......#technically i left one out but whatever#art#oc#if any of you don't want to be tagged and stuff or something um lmk 👍#i know af is not over yet technically but i doubt i draw more honestly XD#super proud of the stuff i drew this year though
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sent THREE super long / important assignments due next week today maybe spending days inside working on them was worth it
#im gonna cry/pos it feels like a bus ran me over but whatever#so exasperated working on them but whatever#i only have like 5 more for next week and the next one and half of my thesis for january well#no holidays for me this year it seems#BUT WHATEVER I JUST SENT THREE IN A DAY#lets cheer and idk maybe watch a naruto episode#< lies im gonna do another two (the shortest ones)#also yesterday i did my first professional real interpreting in an important event whatever whatever (guy whos showing off right now)#i wore a suit and everything#it wasnt so great honestly#my tutor was super happy with it tho#i was so proud that i convinced myself of getting a PhD (< hasnt graduated yet nor done a masters degree lol)#today me disagrees with that but then again whatever#gotta keep the url alive for a few more years#academia posting#hell is university
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It's time to party!! XPPPP
a redraw of a piece from 2021, which is shown under the cut!
always remember that no matter how small the changes may feel, or how it may not feel like you're improving at all, you are! your art is always growing and improving, no matter how long it takes for you to realize it!! <3
#loovee the redraw honestly so proud of it#one of the (many) failures of security breach was not expanding more on her character and what she symbolizes </3#im not gonna be drawing fnaf super often so dont follow me just for that#glamrock chica#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf security breach#security breach#fnaf: security breach#sugarzartz
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we fw with the purple/pink sapphics saving the world together trope or nah??
(bonus doodle of shelby w/ madoka's bow)
#anyone who says nah is getting blocked /hj#honestly drawing kendall/shelby fanart >> drawing kendall/heckyl fanart#mainly bc camille hyde is so much easier to draw than ryan carter#i did this in one sitting be proud please#kendall morgan#shelby watkins#kendall/shelby#kendall x shelby#power rangers dino charge#power rangers dino super charge#prdc#madoka magica au
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There are three paths in front of you:
Become a leader of an oppressive religion living in false, gilded happiness
Usurp the throne and become a tyrant puppet king, deaf to the people's suffering
Or abandon your people for a dream, becoming naught but ash on the wind
Happy 1st year anniversary to Triangle Strategy and all the emotions it brought! It's genuinely been one of the best games I've played, and I feel it deserves a place among my top favorite video games!
#triangle strategy#triangle strategy spoilers#serenoa wolffort#kelbunn's art#this is honestly one of the best things I've ever drawn#all the effects turned out really nice as well and I'm super proud of this :3
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Before and after effect
#oc art#oc#birch#lol honestly not super proud this this one but still showing it off lol#he made a deal that went a bit lopsided lol
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