#i said i wouldn't shade this as i was drawing it... haha

[hachiibun]

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[legendsgalore]

The Song before the Storm

Why wouldn't you rejoice at a moment to yourself, away from the nine men you are traveling with? It was hard enough knowing you were the weak link here (haha get it), but that you knew as much as you did about all these heroes, and they had no clue, it's a hard secret to keep. In fact, it's such a difficult task that if you aren't aware, you may just tip your hand. Especially if you are not as alone as you think you are...

Notes:

It adds a bit more fun if you imagine the Reader looking like Marin/Malon, though whether that be in the hair, just the facial structure, or body, that can be up to you. And also, if you don't care for that, you can just imagine it's simply the personalities that are similar. Also I did not proof-read this at all.

Cross-posted to AO3 too

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57421948

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Silence is underappreciated, you decided as you lowered yourself into the water. It was the right temperature, almost too cold to be comfortable, but once you were submerged you felt the chill melt into your bones and chase out any lingering tension. It wasn’t too dark yet, the oranges from the sunset cast your world into various shades of warm colors.

You were bathing in a pond not too far from the Chain’s campsite. It was a lucky find, fresh water so tucked away in the forest. You could see the glimmer of fairies on the other side, so clearly they felt safe in this space, hence why you were able to wander from the group by yourself.

Asking Time earlier had been an ordeal, he had fixed his one eye on you, and you felt your resolve literally crumple to dust in face of it.

Swallowing hard, you had pleaded for your case. “Please? You said it yourself, that fairies being there meant it was a safe space for the forest, so couldn’t I go bathe by myself?”

You knew why one of the Links always followed you, even if no one had outright told you, they felt you needed to be guarded. You supposed it wasn’t wrong, you could barely maintain the proper sword stances (thanks to some training from Sky), but still, no personal time in a group of nine guys? That’s rough.

Time began to respond, and you felt your heart sink. “You know why I can’t agree to this, you would be out of sight from anyone who could protect you.”

“But you would hear if anything went wrong!”

His expression did seem remorseful, as the old man rebuked, “Not every threat will be a loud one that will draw our attention, I’m sorry.”

Looking down, you had accepted your fate when Legend called out, “Aw come on old man! Just let her have this one thing!”

Both of you looked over, and though the Veteran was using the pretense of looking in his bag to not meet your or Time’s gazes, his hands weren’t moving.

“She’s right, we all have exceptional hearing too, and I am sure even a wolf could keep an ear perked up for her.”

You saw a few people stifle laughs, Four, Wild, but Time remained staring at Legend, who finally turned and met his gaze with a nervous expression.

With a sigh, Time relented, “I guess so, and I do think Malon would appreciate me letting this young lady get some space from us men.”

Legend’s expression morphed into a victorious smirk, and you felt your own face light up in joy.

“Yes! Thank you Time, and you too Legend!” You made sure to cast out a thanks to the Veteran, and a blush came over his face and he looked away.

The others laughed lightly at Legend’s sudden shyness as he muttered, “Don’t mention it.”

Time chuckled as you rushed to gather your bathing supplies, luxuriously supplied courtesy of Warriors’ homeworld.

“Please do be careful, bring your sword just in case.”

You nodded, hooking the band that held the sheath for the short blade over your head.

“I will, and I’ll call out if anything seems off.”

You were just about to the edge of the clearing the camp was in, not wanting to waste the lingering daylight, so Time had to raise his voice to respond.

“Yeah, loud enough a wolf, or a bunny could hear!”

That last bit about a bunny felt strange, but you ignored it as you headed into the woods. Because of this, you missed as Legend’s head whipped around to stare at the old man, who was casting a very pointed gaze at the Veteran.

Silence fell over the camp, a few beats passed, and then the glaring contest broke as Legend exasperatedly cried out.

“Argh fine! Rancher gimme that thing already.”

Chuckling, Twilight stepped forward, handing Legend something small from his palm. He looked between Legend and Time.

“You sure this doesn’t call for Wolfie’s help? I feel that being able to control the transformation would help in case of something.”

Legend replied as he tugged his bag over his shoulder, turning into the woods. “I have my Moon Pearl this time, it’ll be fine. Plus, I think I have to go, I think I got punished by the old man here.”

Punctuating his last sentence, Legend playfully stuck his tongue out at Time, who crossed his arms and raised one eyebrow with a smirk in response. And with that, the Veteran turned to follow you, with you none the wiser.

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Though the others made fun of Warriors for fussing over his appearance, you were just grateful someone not only had soap, but nice soap that had moisturizing elements, and even pressed jasmine for a floral touch.

Honestly, you wondered as you spread suds over your shoulder and upper arm, you didn’t think the Chain really understood just how pampered your life was in comparison to theirs. Or not even their own, but what would be considered a pampered life here.

For example, just scented soap in general, or the idea of having separate soaps for maximizing care of your hair, body, and skin. Though, that was due to technology being able to develop in your world. It helped to not have society get wrecked every couple of centuries you thought.

The reminder of your home made you pause. Traveling with the Chain was nice, a dream you could admit that you had lusted over late at night before, in your old life. But, real life was much more complicated than a video game, or silly daydream what-if scenarios.

As of right now, you were a burden on these heroes. Sure there were all nine of them, but Hylia would only have called upon them all if that was needed. And the elephant in the room was that you were woefully unable to do anything in a fight. Just the whole conversation earlier proved how the Chain saw you, worried to even let you out of their sights.

It was nice to be cared for, but you just felt guilty and ashamed more than anything. Hence asking Sky for help. And you could tell you were much stronger than before, lithe muscle replacing plush skin. But it wasn’t just you being a burden upon the others. You knew them.

You had daydreamed about meeting these heroes because back home, the Legend of Zelda series was one of your favorite things. But Links were definitely a secretive type and it was easy to see that no one was gonna take lightly to you knowing all their deepest secrets, or the tough parts of their journeys they would rather no one know about.

Your knowledge impeded you fully getting close with any of the heroes, though luckily you had thought quickly and gave the white lie of knowing them as legends in your time. Not untrue, and it could disguise having general knowledge about the heroes’ journeys.

But you could look at Time and just go “The moon will fall in three days,” or you could look at Sky and say “Did you check that Ghirahim was truly gone after beating Demise,” or at Legend and just say “It was not just a dream,” and literally everything you had built here would all fall apart.

You sighed deeply, realizing that you had paused your washing as you had ruminated on your situation, the pleasant coolness from before having chilled you, goosebumps visible on your arms.

You started humming to try and expel some of the anxiety that had built up, and gathered up suds between your hands to direct to your hair.

Lamenting the lack of conditioner, you could only just make sure you got your hair clean. It was satisfying feeling the grease loosen from the clumps. You kept humming, a random lighthearted tune. Though it may have been wishful thinking, you thought you could see the fairies fly a little closer to you as the sounds of your song wove into the air.

You swear, if Four hadn’t had an extra headband, and Wild hadn’t had his extra hairband, you think you may have just taken your sword and chopped your hair short yourself. You were not used to dirty hair.

Chuckling at your pampered thoughts, you finished washing and held a deep breath to dunk your head under the surface. Easy way to get all the suds out, and you figured the shock would help bring levity to your mood.

With a one, two, three, you dove beneath the surface and popped back up, laughing as the temperature somehow still was a shock, despite having been in the water for all this time.

The brightness of the fairies was more noticeable than before, though they were still mostly across the pond. You realized that the sun had almost set, the lingering colors of twilight cast over the forest pond.

You began making your way to the water’s edge, intent on making it back to camp before dark, when a voice cut through the quiet.

“How do you know that song?”

You yelped, and instinctively kicked back deeper into the pond. Your heart leapt into your chest, and you immediately panicked as you realized your sword was next to your clothes…on the ground next to the pond.

“Calm down it’s just me!”

“H-huh?!” You gasped out, but followed the direction the voice had came from and was startled to see Legend standing a few paces back from the water’s edge, looking to the side and holding his hand over his eyes.

His shoulders were hunched, and you could see over his fingers his eyebrows were furrowed. He still wasn’t looking at you, and you realized that you were definitely very nude in the water and couldn’t help the squeak that escaped you.

Legend called out again, “Don’t worry, I won’t look.”

You almost called back a thanks, but? Why would you thank him in this situation? You began swimming back to shore. Thinking about it, you weren’t really surprised about someone being sent after you, it was almost expected even though Time had said you could go by yourself. You weren’t even mad, just mildly disappointed your privacy wasn’t what you thought it was.

Though you had expected “Wolfie” to be here, as the boys could get away with sending the totally-not-Twilight-pet they had. So Legend’s presence was a little confusing.

An awkward silence fell upon the pond as you pulled yourself out of the pond, bare body dripping water. Casting a quick glance at Legend to confirm he was still not looking, you dry yourself off with a spare cloth that Wild had given you.

After drying, you began pulling your clothes over your body, and finally Legend spoke into the silence.

“Sorry for startling you, but how do you know that song?”

You were kneeling next to the water, and from squeezing the water out of your hair, you look up at Legend.

“What do you mean?”

His expression pinches, as he gestures, looking like he was struggling to hold himself back from a more dramatic reaction.

“The one you were humming!”

“Humming…you mean while I was bathing?”

You looked at Legend as you said that, and he at least had the decency to blush and look away in shame there, though his emotions were still clearly running high,

“Yes! Where did you hear it?” Legend’s voice kept inching higher in octave as the conversation continued, and you felt your heart rate spike despite not knowing what was going on.

“W-why?”

“Because!” Finally Legend exploded, taking steps forward to grasp your shoulders in a tight grip.

“No one else should know that song!”

Your heartbeat was in your ears as you considered Legend’s words, no one should know the song….? Oh. Oh no.

You were humming the Ballad of the Windfish.

As your monumental mistake dawned upon you, Legend continued, his voice choking as he reigned in the volume, likely to avoid anyone from camp coming to check the commotion.

As a result, his voice dropped to a deeper tone, and with the proximity between you two, the tension rose exponentially.

“That song doesn’t exist anymore, so why were you humming it?!”

“U-uh,” You stammered, not sure what to say, still panicking over your mistake, and at the realization that the Hero of Legend was holding you incredibly close, with only about a foot of distance between your faces.

His expression was pinched, and it takes on a sorrowful look, his lips pursing together as his eyes almost glaze over as he looks through you.

“Did, did someone teach it to you? Did a girl teach you?”

Legend’s violet eyes refocus, meeting your’s, causing your heart to skip a beat. Curse him for being so pretty.

“You look so similar to her…maybe…are you…?”

And with that your heart skips some more beats, but for a much different reason. Rapidly you shake your head.

“NO no no, no Legend, no, I am not her. She’s, she’s still gone Legend.”

A spark of light you hadn’t even noticed built up, faded from Legend’s eyes as you said that, which made your heart hurt but it was necessary to stop that train of thought.

You couldn’t do that to him. You knew you looked like Marin in passing maybe, but not that the resemblance was strong enough that Legend would notice. You thought you looked like Malon more, though Time hadn’t said anything about that.

The grip on your shoulders shifting slightly, Legend choked out, “So why, why do you know her song?”

Still looking into Legend’s eyes, you knew you couldn’t lie to him here. He didn’t deserve that.

“Because,” you said, “I know it from your story, your legends.”

He looks confused at that, “But I haven’t told a soul details about…”

“Koholint Island?” You supply, anticipating the shocked expression from the Veteran.

“Yeah, I know about it. I, I don’t know when, or who, but you must tell someone in the future about that adventure, as it’s readily available for anyone to read up on in my time.”

You finally break his gaze, feeling shameful for how much you know, and the fact that still this wasn’t the full truth. You didn’t just read about the Windfish, you had experienced the journey with him, through a lighthearted lens that skimmed the traumatic emotional downfall from the conclusion.

Legend seemed at a lost for words, staring at you with some emotion on his face you weren’t sure of. Confusion? Fear? Disgust? Panic?

He stutters out, “T-that’s…”

You interrupt him, not sure if you wanted to hear the rebuke you knew was coming. “I’m sorry that I didn’t say anything before. I-I wasn’t sure how you would all react, and I also didn’t realize some of what I knew was not common knowledge until I realized that some of you were omitting details or not saying anything when I knew you knew more, such as you not saying much when Wind talks about sailing and-”

“Stop.”

You snap your jaw shut, your accidental ramble cut off at the one command from Legend, voice raw with emotion.

Neither of you are looking at each other, though you are still in the same close proximity. And you wish you could just reach out and grab the hero in a hug and tell him how much you cared and still do care and in fact care so much more than you thought you would and that you regret sullying the authenticity of his trust for sharing the deepest parts of himself because you ripped that rug right out from beneath him.

That you took away his choice and he found out because you were humming a song in what you thought was a private moment.

Unable to bear the silence any more, you burst out again, “I’m sor-!”

“So you know it all.”

You swallow, looking up at Legend, he wasn’t much taller than you-your nose at his chin level-and nod.

He hums once, his expression is guarded and more flat than before, and seems to brace himself before asking.

“Was it real?”

“Yes!” You cry out, lunging forward, catching yourself on Legend’s chest, his hands moving to grasp your upper arms.

“Yes! It was real! They, they found the bones of the Windfish centuries later, in Wild’s time!”

Taken aback by the suddenness of your response, Legend’s constructed mask fell, once more revealing the cascade of emotions he held.

“What? It’s dead?!”

“Yeah, ask Wild for pictures of the Gerudo Great Skeleton, he’ll know what that means.”

Legend is taken aback at that seemingly random statement, but you continue.

“I’m sorry you had to find out this way Legend, truly. I would have told you eventually, but, it’s a hard topic to bring up in normal conversation, right?”

He smiles at that, a soft one that makes your heart light up and reminds you just how close you are to the hero.

You are reminded that though he is smaller than the likes of Time or Warriors, he is very much a strong adventurer himself, and that is reflected in the strength of his grip. You can feel the callouses on his skin through your thin shirt, loaned from Wild, and shiver despite the heat emanating from his chest on your hands.

Legend makes the same realization as you, and takes a step back, releasing you. You shiver again, this time for real, and he frowns.

“We should get back.”

Agreeing, you look up at the sky, now dappled with twinkling stars. “Yeah, Time is probably wondering where we are by now.”

The stars provided just enough light that you could gather your stuff, and Legend waits for you by the edge of the clearing to do so. The moment of silence isn’t awkward, but pensive, as the two of you ponder the things revealed between you.

You want to say something, but before you can decide what you end up calling out, “Legend?”

The Hero of Legend turns to look at you, expression hard to read in the near total darkness. The only light provided was the stars, and the twinkling of the fairies all around the two of you.

“Yeah?”

You hesitate, not having planned what you wanted to say yet, before just saying exactly what was on your mind.

“You don’t need to talk to me about everything, but know that I am here for you. And, and that I care, about you, Legend…Link, so please come to me if I can help you with anything, okay?”

Your cheeks are burning by the time you finish your small statement, and you have to force yourself to watch Legend’s reaction.

He tilts his head, and smiles softly, exhaling through his nose lightly in amusement.

“Okay sure, but you’ll probably regret getting to know me, I’m not that nice.”

You smile and run to catch up to him. “Aww no I think you are! You’re totally the softest-hearted out of the bunch here, for surrrre!”

Legend scoffs and lightly shoves you as you both head into the woods back to camp. You wouldn’t say anything, but having Legend here while you walked in the dark woods definitely made you feel safe than otherwise.

Speaking of which…

“No you totally are a softie! I mean you came after me anyways, and probably was going to be hidden except for my humming.”

Legend folds his arms and clicks his tongue, “Ah that, well, actually…yeah I know I had told the old man off for not letting you go off on your own, but it was totally me that wanted to check anyways.”

Sensing the lie in his words, you elbowed the Veteran with a smirk on your face, “It was your idea you say?”

His own lips pulling into a playful smirk that had no right being as handsome as it was, and rolled his eyes.

“Yes it was, now believe me here!”

You laugh, the sound filling the night. Though your hand had been slightly tipped to your unbidden knowledge, it was overflowing anyways, and perhaps this was going to be more helpful than harmful.

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“You sure you didn’t just come to peep?”

“Oh shove off!”

Notes:

Lowkey I feel like this could be another fun series for the Chain, where it would be the same scenario for each Link, that they stumble upon the reader in a moment of privacy, and it reveals that they know more than they let on, but it just brings them and that hero closer together. (I mean when I was writing this I had to refrain from some cheesy "strange sadness as dusk falls" lines so the Twilight chapter would probably write itself lol).   Also I know this may come off as OOC for Legend? But I'm kinda reworking my impression of him since the latest update, as I realized I was focusing too much on one aspect of his personality (the prickly, angry part that lashes out to the world). And that part is still very much there, but there is more to him than that. And I want to make sure that when I depict Legend, it's with all of him, the experienced and capable Veteran, the goofy too-young hero who loves pranks, and the burnt out hero who is angry at the world for it's unfairness.

[ametistacollinsworld]

♧ N x Autistic! Reader ♧

My 39 request! Hope you like!

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N, a male Disassembly Drone very different from others of his own kind, being almost always kind, considerate and sweet to everyone he met.

You, someone also different from your own kind, being accompanied and sometimes challenged by your autistic spectrum every day, but- with a little help from your favorite drones, everything will be fine!

In terms of your social issues, N with the help of Uzi and Thad would always try to give you a little helping hand, trying to never cross your boundaries, always including you in the conversation, or even just silently lying next to you doing drawings while you were doing some activity that you liked, or just talking in general about something.

In terms of your sensory issues, N would always try to arrange a safe, noise-free environment just for you, as a kind of personal soundproof bunker! Pretty cool isn't it? (He had help from Uzi and Thad for that too! Hehe)

Now- Your Interests? Oh boy! This guy would flatter you so much!-

" (Y/n), look at these bluish stones I found for your collection! Do you like them? " N spoke in a soft happy tone, showing the various stones in their hand to you.

" Wow.. that's really cool N! Thanks " You said in an excited tone, taking the stones from his hands and examining them carefully with curiosity. N gave a smile with his eyes closed looking at you, then lying on his stomach just swinging his legs gently while admiring you analyzing the stones with all your concentration. He was happy that you liked it.

Or how sometimes he would bring you a lot of art items, just because he loves you- Why wouldn't he?

" N, are those paint buckets for me? " You asked looking at the pile behind him with curiosity and admiration, which he gave a victorious smile.

" Yep! Do you like it? I had help from Uzi and Thad to choose the colors " N said in a proud happy tone, what you see is a small amused smile.

" That's really nice of you and theirs too… but I don't think I'm going to use 250 buckets of paint so early haha " You said softly with a little giggle, looking for a short time into N's eyes making him blush.

" Do you think I overreacted? " N asked quietly looking away embarrassed.

" No, no.. it's perfect! I love it! Thank you honey " You said in a soft sweet tone, moving closer to N and placing a small kiss on his cheek. N widened his eyes looking at you, but then gave a contented smile, giving you several kisses on the cheek, making you laugh softly.

N would basically have a lot of patience and dedication with you, always wanting to keep up with him in whatever you would like to do. He will always be by your side to support you.

You just see the world with different eyes! Just like N! He sees the world in shades of yellow, do you believe it? Hehe! A smile looks good on you!

[quicksilverdrabbles]

Taliesin: I must say, you've a very good nose for finding injured people, Inigo.

Inigo: Thank you. They are just up this hill.

Kaidan: Peak's Shade?

Lucien: Oh dear, I hope S'vashni hasn't killed anybody again..

Xelzaz: No, this one is still alive.

Inigo: There they are!

Gore: *sitting on the ground with his leg caught in a bear trap*

Lucien: Oh gosh. I suppose asking if you're okay wouldn't be very helpful here.

Gore: N-Not really- *sees Morana standing near the front of the group* Uh.

Morana: *sighs, shaking her head. She pulls out her notebook and begins writing in it, showing the finished phrase to Gore* Hello, my name is Morana. No I am not here to kill you or lead you to your death. *she tilts her head, considering, before turning the notebook back towards her and adding more* Or enslave you.

Gore: You- What? I mean, the killing or leading me to my death I would have believed, but where did enslavement come from?

Morana: *points at Yaksha* That one.

Yaksha: Haha. She saved me from a slaver.

Gore: That.. makes more sense. But, if you're not here to kill me, then... *he stares at the group, confused. His gaze finds Taliesin, and his expression falls into a glare* You're here to imprison me. You're with the Thalmor.

Taliesin: What.

Morana: *waving her hands frantically* No, we're not. *turns to Taliesin* I told you to stop wearing those robes!

Taliesin: Well I don't have anything else to wear!

Morana: I just bought you new Vagrant robes!

Taliesin: When???

Morana: Like a week ago! I told you about them!

Gore: What is happening.

Lucien: Ah, Morana can't speak very well, so she uses sign language. Me, Taliesin and Yaksha can understand her, and the others are learning.

Kaidan: *speaking over Taliesin's arguing* Anyways, Taliesin won't imprison you or anything. If he were still a Thalmor Justiciar he wouldn't be alive right now. I'd have made sure of it.

Inigo: Yes, do not worry.

Gore: ... Right. I suppose I'll believe it for now.. Um. *he winces* Can you guys- just get me out of this thing?

Kaidan: Oh shit I forgot about that- Yeah, we'll get you out. Yaksha!

Yaksha: Right here. Please bite down on this while we get your leg free. *hands him a leather strip*

Gore: Thanks..

Morana: *looks over at Gore's muffled yelling* Oh, you got him free.

Xelzaz: *sigh* No thanks to you!

Taliesin: Don't you look away from me, I am still talking to you!

Morana: *shakes her head*

Taliesin: Don't roll your eyes at me!

Morana: I wasn't even looking at you!

Yaksha: *checking for broken bones and applying healing salve to Gore's wound* How does that feel? Better?

Gore: Very much so. Thank you, er..

Yaksha: Yaksha. And that's Kaidan, Lucien, Inigo, Xelzaz, Taliesin, Styx, and Morana.

Gore: Quite a crowd you all have. Cute nightmare dog.

Lucien: Isn't she?

Styx: *barks*

Taliesin: *still rambling* It's not as if it is my fault the Thalmor hunt anyone suspicious! Of course people like Kaidan are going to be targeted if they stand out enough!

Morana: You're really not helping your case here.

Gore: Er, my name's Gore.

Inigo: Gore? That is quite a strange name.

Gore: It's a long story. Any chance we could talk about it back in town?

Lucien: Oh yes- Yes of course! Is he well enough to stand yet, Yaksha?

Yaksha: I am unsure. If need be, I can carry him.

Gore: I don't think that'll be necessary, big guy.

Morana: *still arguing* For claiming to know so much about fashion, you're certainly attached to those ugly robes.

Taliesin: UGLY?! Why you-!

Morana: *perks up, hearing twigs snapping at the bottom of the hill* Wait shut up.

Taliesin: You dare tell me to-?!

Morana: I said shut up!

Inigo: You heard it too?

Morana: *nods* ...

Kaidan: Yaksha, watch the lad.

Gore: Who the hell are you calling a lad-?

Thalmor Soldier: Well the mutt couldn't have gone off far! Spread out and search for him! And be careful, there are hunting traps everywhere.

Inigo: *whispers, sword drawn* We go on your signal, my friend.

Morana: *nods, drawing her dagger and dousing it in poison* Go.

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Morana: *taps Gore's shoulder*

Gore: *sitting by the fire, leg bandaged* Hm? What is it?

Morana: *showing him her notebook* How's your leg?

Gore: Fine. Your healer works wonders.

Morana: Yeah, he's the best we could ask for.

Yaksha: *competing with Inigo to see who can fit the most honey nut treats in their mouths*

Morana: ... Assuming he doesn't choke to death himself.

Gore: Haha! I can see there's no end of excitement with these ones.

Morana: Are you sure you're okay travelling with someone who used to be a Thalmor? I'll understand if you don't want to.

Gore: Hm, well.. It'll take some getting used to. I think I'll survive, though. As long as he doesn't try anything funny.

Morana: You sound like Kaidan.

Gore: Ha!

Taliesin: *walks out of the tent wearing his new Vagrant robes* ...

Morana: Well, how are they?

Taliesin: ... They are. Acceptable. I thought most Vagrant robes had conjuration enchantments though. Are these destruction?

Morana: I enchanted them myself.

Taliesin: ... I suppose I must thank you, then.

Morana: I suppose so.

Gore: I'm really gonna have to learn your sign language so I know what you're saying without that book.

Taliesin: It seems Lucien has taken up the mantle of resident sign language teacher, if you'd like to ask him.

Gore: I'll be sure to do that.

[alitgblog]

Continuing guessing what s8 characters are gonna look like, here we have the firefighter

I absolutely think if I tried to draw Alex from memory he would like this.

Let's just pretend this taken was right before he did a firefighter calendar shoot (for charity) because in my head I'm like oh he's Mr. February or something and that'll be his nickname in the villa and he's gonna be coy about it but embrace it like one Jake "Sweetcheeks" Wilson.

If we were going based off of personal preference, I wouldn't have drawn him like this. But fusebox tends to cycle through the same character designs, so like, he's gonna be the white golden retriever dad joke loving Gary/Alex of the group, so he has to look like this. I'm sorry. I just don't think fusebox is gonna give variety. I also just have a hard time imagining the name Oakley with a non white person lol

But Gary/Alex clone basically summarizes my choices; it's not nearly as complicated as last time for me😂

Clearly firefighter, he's gotta have the large chest and arms. I was looking at at pictures of Chris Hemsworth and Chris Evans, particularly for the eyes, hair, and torso, because that felt like that conventionally attractive, muscular dirty blonde guy was the vibe.

I gave him tattoos so he didn't look exactly like Alex. I think the arm tattoo is probably gonna be more detailed like Gary's tattoos but I was too lazy to find a reference tattoo to draw so I did those arm bands, which could also be a tattoo he has. I also think the chest tattoo might be bigger/more detailed but I didn't know what to draw so the fact that I drew a bird at all to represent it is great for me. I do think maybe it'll be one of those heavily shaded tattoos.

I at first gave him thinner eyebrows and then was like nah if this is Gary/Alex he's gotta have thick dark eyebrows lol

I also was gonna give him dirty blond hair but it ended up looking more like brunette with blond tips like Bruno and I didn't hate it enough to change it haha.

as for style, I imagine ya know a lot of plain t-shirts and jeans. Not the most interesting. But I think having a very cozy style or with some colorful button ups/florals like Raf would be fun and a nice change.

all that being said I do have an alternative idea which is that in addition to all the family stuff like Gary, he's just as nerdy as Ibrahim but more confident, still stylish and such. Okay so that being said the inspo is Winston Duke but I personally have a problem fancasting Winston Duke in everything so that's just on me. Anyway this is the pipe dream for this character

[notsodailycake]

Aw, c’mon! I was JUST about to go to sleep. Of course, I won’t be able to say something if I don’t comment on this amazing comic.

Ouch, poor Gregory. He’s probably been abandoned far too many times. And Vanessa too. She WANTS to do the right thing, but…there’s a lot of factors outside her control. Besides the whole “made to murder children with a knife” thing. How is going to handle the cost that come with looking after him? What if the cops come after her?

Loved the shading in those last few panels. Definitely added to Vanessa’s mood.

Ugh, I feel you, Freddy. Those two SUCK at communicating. But then again, one’s a eleven year old orphan who grew up on the streets, and a few hours ago,the other was in a position where communication LITERALLY meant a painful death at her hands to anyone who listened, so I can’t really blame them. But…I REALLY hope it gets resolved fairly soon. Pretty please? Maybe by the time they get to Vanessa’s place?

In spite of all that, it is my firm belief those two NEED each other, as well as others (*cough* Glamrocks) for the journey ahead. And, over time, they WILL become family, I have no doubt of that.

Thank you for this, and I can’t wait for more! Well, I can, but you know what I mean.

Haha I'm so sorry 😂

I was on my lunch break and while drawing part 9, i remembered that i haven't posted the new part yet, so i imitatedly went to do that so i wouldn't forget to post it on the day i said i would lol

Anyways, yep, all really valid points! Ones I've been stuck for the past few months honestly, but dont worry, all will be answered in time. I'm actually quite excited to explore these topics since i have them sorted out by now

And thank you so much! I'm glad it did, i wanted to experiment a bit with mood and feelings of things on my art, be a little bit more expressive, and well, the shading suddenly popping in when the comic itself doesn't have shading? Boom! Adds more flair and drama!

Tho i wasn't so sure how well it would go, hyt well, glad it went well! I really enjoyed shading it, and it was my favourite part of this one

As for Freddy, heh, the comic aint called "Home is where Freddy is" for nothin (it actually is for nothing, the name was a random bundle of words a friend came up with while we brainstormed ideas for titles lol)

Seriously tho, seeing how things ho from here, Freddy is holding this family together and the braincell XD

Which is why I'll say, your prayers will be answered...sort of, Freddy is there to help! But iwont reveal much more than that :)

But yeah, you're welcome! I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far ^^

[s-wave-entertainment]

You're my friend now, we're buddies now :)

Hey, a lot of unneeded character psychoanalysis is exactly what I exist for and these silly little robots have been the source of my serotonin for like a good 8 months now HAHA

I'm surprised more people don't think of them as sisters tbh? I understand that a lot of people like to ship them (any Jessa shippers on my page absolutely no shade, you do you bestie <3) but to me it's a very familial bond. Like, Tessa said herself that she's "only ever ever yakked to robots," which has lead me to two conclusions:

A) Tessa was homeschooled and Literally had no human friends because she Never Got Out Of The Manor, and

B) The drones were literally the only people she knew how to talk to, how to confide in.

Now we all know that the Elder Elliots™️ Sucked Ass (though there's apparently evidence to suggest that James sucked slightly less) but we know at the very least Tessa was straight up scared of her mother - with decent reason, because she fucking CHAINS HER UP IN HER ROOM for minor grievances (SHE'S LITERALLY YOUR KID WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE CAN'T TAKE HER FRIENDS INTO THE BALLROOM WHILE IT'S ALL BEING SET UP-). And when your parents suck but at least you constantly have three people around you like All The Time, my brain perceives this as "Ah, Tessa had a sibling relationship with all four of them."

And yes, I did say four. Tessa loved Cyn once, but we're talking about Tessa and J rn. I'll get to Cyn's whole thing later.

What I'm trying to say here is that Tessa actively feared at least one parent, and shit hit the fan all the time. Who do you talk to when you can't talk to your parents and shit hits the fan? Your siblings (if you have them). So in my little brain, they were sisters. ...And I've got a little more evidence, if I may present to the court:

Your honor, what we have here is the drawing from Ep. 5 that N pulled out of the dog encyclopedia as the quote "Us as lizards. J drew herself." left his mouth.

Lemme harken on that last line. "J drew herself."

Do you see what's wrong with this picture, good jury? That's right - take a good look at J. She isn't a drone in this drawing. She's human.

Now this might very well be just a silly gag from Liam, but me and my delulu, we gotta use this to get a good look at J. Everyone else drew themself as a lizard. J drew herself as human. In my personal opinion, I gotta admit - I think she wished she was one.

HEAR ME OUT, hear me out - her parents, namely Louisa, looked down on her because she's a drone. A scrapped drone, at that. She was insulted, scoffed at, and all around held in low regard. I mean, need I remind the court of Louisa's quote "We will not entertain your dumpster pets."

She doesn't see them as anything more than tools in her own possession, pets under Tessa's. And she said they specifically wouldn't "entertain" them. Call me crazy, but I think that implies TESSA was more than welcome to be "entertained" that night (initially, anyway-), but her drones? Hard no. And J, hates this!

She cares,,, So Deeply for her. This is a personal headcanon, but in my mind she was found by Tessa first - hence their bond, since she does seem closest to J. And not being allowed to do things with her - on top of being downright hated - may have made J wish that she could be human. That way, no one would mind if she was always around when Tessa was. She could be there for her all the time - whenever she needed her, not just when she was "allowed" to be about. Maybe she'd even be able to stand up for her - to keep her from being chained up and hurt so often. Too true that Louisa orders drone decommissioning for the simplest of offenses, but a human isn't so easily killed. And certainly then, if she lived as Tessa did, maybe her words would hold more gravity. And maybe she could really truly help her.

Anyway all this to say I KNOW J has a heart, I know she has one. It isn't so easily shown, like N's is, but it's in there. If for no one else, than for Tessa. And the second she realizes that Tessa is really gone, we may finally see that heart again. Ablaze with vengeance, yes, but it would give her what she's been missing: a good, solid character. Something we need to root for her.

Come on Liam, you brought her back for a reason, let me see her for who she really is-

Talk of Murder Drones Ep. 7 for new watchers if you find yourself on my page!!

Alrighty Tumblr user kit-kat-jo, your wish is my command.

You're exactly right - the only thing I think could PROPERLY redeem J is the realization that she was wrong and she has been duped, that that is not her Tessa; that's not the girl she thinks she loves. And J does love Tessa, I will die on this hill. The only person we've ever seen J soften around is Tessa back at the mansion - Tessa is the ONLY PERSON that we've ever seen J look concerned about. And that's totally valid - the only reason J was even in the mansion (the way we saw her anyway) is because Tessa saved her. She was marked for disassembly; whatever last strike she could have had was already done. And we all already know any drone with a "marked for disassembly" band is one that Tessa saved from the scrapyard.

If J realizes that this isn't her (it would be even better if she realized that she's the one who killed her), that it isn't the company she's been serving and it never has been, then JUST MAYBE we'll see that spark - the 180 we need to finally root for her as a character. Now knowing the truth, she'll reject the Solver and her old ways in hopes of blowing the bastard to smithereens - and finally avenging her fallen sister, whom she hadn't realized she'd lost.

And I do genuinely hope I get to see that for her. I WANT to like J, I WANT to want to see her succeed, but right now? She has no character. And I'm sorry to say it (no I'm not), but literally all J has done for the series is antagonize N, antagonize Uzi, become Solver Lite™️, Die, and serve as a minor plot device via the arrival of the ship that N will likely hijack in episode 8 since he now has the keys; and serve as a teeny bit of comic relief via Equity Partnership. She is a Literal Corporate Drone, and while that's hilarious, it has little to no effect on my feelings for her as a character (or lack thereof).

I beg and I pray that J will realize the truth one way or another, and we finally get to see her for who she could be. We know she cared about Tessa, there's a fucked up little heart in there somewhere. And that's not even an edgy teen hyperbole a joke, y'all remember episode 2.

Anyway. Yeah. I really don't like J right now but if Episode 8 finally lets J realize all that's happened, all that she's done and been forced to do, that will likely change in a... Heartbeat-

Okay sorry I'm done-

[timidloner]

So, I have no idea how to open this post, but let's start with the obvious: God didn't give me the ability to draw because I'd have been too powerful with it.

Oh, well, remember that I never promised a twink and all the references I gave!

Joren is a man in his late twenties, maybe even in his early thirties. He has a tawny complexion, black hair (a bit wavy, past his shoulders), and amber eyes.

I debated with myself between giving a beard or not, like always, I consulted it with my pillow and the Kylo poster... And I decided that his look wouldn't be complete without some facial hair. It's just a short beard, though, see Nikolaj Coster-Waldau as Jaime Lannister in the last seasons? Like that.

Joren's hairstyle, if you can call it that, is pretty much the Michael Myers (Rob Zombie) hair. He does brush it, though, he even has a comb (that he found). And you'll get to braid it. He'll eventually start to stylish it like Geralt if MC encourages him.

He has some scars, mostly across his arms and hands, the older the scars are, the fainter they appear. There's also a big one that goes from his cheek to his ear (in a diagonal line) on his left side. A sword got too close and cut off part of that ear. And yes, that's also represented in his monster form.

This particular injury had complications and it took a long time to close, so the scar tissue is very thick and protuberant. It isn't pink, but a shade darker than his skin tone.

Here, have this:

Yes! He has two moles. One on his neck and the other on the edge of his jaw.

Now, if we are talking about his body type, he's a man with broad shoulders, and thick arms, legs, and waist. Someone more muscular than Sandor, but as much as Gregor Clegane.

As you can tell, Joren doesn't have a "Hollywood" look, that kind of build focuses on looking good above everything else, and actors even have to stop drinking water so the muscles appear even more defined. I wanted to give him a strong, but different appearance.

But now let's focus on his clothes! He's pretty much where he started. At first, all he had were simple garments, but some things happened, more things happened and finally, he murdered left the service of that noble house.

He took with him sturdier clothes and a better sword, among other things. He actually lost most of them, and the clothes were repurposed for a lot of other things, so he's back on square one in terms of clothing.

Not that he minds, simple clothes are easier to carry and make it faster to undress if he wants to change into his monster form.

I think I got everything for now! But just a reminder, I've said before that I imagine Joren as latino, and what I mean by that is a latino man who isn't white-passing. This is what I mean:

Francisco Palencia (soccer player)

Tenoch Huerta (actor [of course, I had to add him... What?? No, I'm not obsessed, seriously, I don—])

Jahir Ocampo (olympic medalist)

Teofilo Gutiérrez (soccer player)

As you can see, these men look different from each other, and that's because (latinos aren't defined by a single feature) I don't really have a clear vision of Joren's face. All I know is that he's somewhat like them.

Btw, no idea who these people are except Tenoch, haha

[bowandcurtsey]

Hi! I really like your work and it's my first time requesting something so I'm really nervous (ó﹏ò｡) I feel guilty for requesting since you already have 28 ("｡>ㅅ<｡) but I came up with an idea and I couldn't help it! So how about a headcanon of William, Yami, Julius, and Novel reacting to s/o who likes to draw them all the time? you don't have to do it tho, its fine! Sorry if it's not clear, hope you have a great day, thanks! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

Hello bby, don't feel guilty about the requests haha! As long as you guys are willing to wait, then just send you requests in, I'll get to them eventually, and look, here we are now! :3

Thank you for requesting this Anony, it was pretty fun to do! hehe!

William | Yami | Julius | Nozel x f! reader

William Vangeance

The very first time when you asked if you could draw him, he was honoured.

But when he watched you draw, you looked like you were so in peace; your breathing calm and steady, your eyes sparkled, your lips tugging up into a slight curl.

What's more, you were drawing him. It made his lips perk up too.

Subsequently, you would just draw him as and when you liked, and you did it often. He'd just let you indulge in your passion and his face would flush a little, seeing how you were so delighted to draw him.

Whenever he glanced over to you, and you were holding your sketch book and pencil, his lips would voluntarily turn into a smile, knowing you were drawing him again.

You had countless drawings of him, but you didn't let him keep any, because it was "for me to capture all the memories I have of you so I can look back at them when you're out on missions!"

His face flushed at your words as he patted your head, not knowing what to say.

Yami Sukehiro

"Whaddya doing baby?" He came over to look at your sketch pad one day and upon realising that you were making a sketch of him, he gave you that shit eating smirk.

"Heh, can't get enough of me?"

You had to roll your eyes a little but you grinned cheekily, "sit still and read your papers!"

"I'm distracted now that you're staring at me" his smirk never left his face.

You eventually had to draw him sitting in his lap.

Subsequently, after he got used to him drawing you, he was a little more indifferent but he was always proud whenever he heard someone say "y/n you're drawing Yami again??"

Yami could also do simple sketches himself, so you both tend to discuss about the drawings that you did.

He would tease you sometimes, saying that his nose looked better than that, or you drew his face too round, and when you did a little pout, he would hold you close and told you he liked it either way.

He'll notice small details like the shading was nice or the proportion was good etc because he really paid proper attention to it.

Julius Novachrono

Being the drama king he was, he flashed you his signature sparkly eyed face when you asked to draw his portrait.

He'll be pretty excited and he'll sit in different poses for you, "Will this do? Which angle would you like?"

Marx would lament that he should be doing his paperwork instead of sitting / standing there to be your model but you told Julius you wanted to draw him in a natural state, so he could continue doing his paperwork while you sketched him.

He pouted a little, unhappy that he could not get away with his paperwork for just a moment.

When you were done, he was so impressed, your drawing of him was perfect.

Subsequently when he found out you had this habit to draw him, he was even more elated. He would happily sit and and let you draw all you want, much to Marx happiness, because that would mean for the time you were drawing, he would be obedient and do his work.

He would beg you to let him keep one or two of your drawings of him, just so he could show off to the world and keep one in his office.

Nozel Silva

Man would scoff when you first said you wanted to draw him initially. Upon seeing your sulk, he would relent, "Just make sure it wouldn't disturb me at work.."

When you were done, you showed him your work and his face looked impressed, but he just mumbled a 'not bad'

He was secretly pleased of your work and he thought that it was marvelous.

His ego boosted when he realised you liked drawing him. He would pretend not to care, but he would always make sure nobody was blocking you from your view of him.

"You. Sit on the chair while I talk."

The guard was dumbfounded, "S-sir silva.... I could not- "

"Just sit."

Once, he saw you making a sketch of Fuegoleon and Salamander and he was grumpy and pouty the entire day. He purposely rode his mercury Eagle in front of you multiple times.

When you asked him why he was being so grumpy, he would deny and he would look at your previous sketches and realised that you had drawn multiple drawings of him and his eagle before.

He was relax a little and his heart would swell with pride. -end-

[hobipaint]

A Story Told On Sand

summary: The setting sun gives time for Jungkook to cherish his family.

↳ pairing: jungkook x reader

↳ genres: fluff, like so much fluff, established relationship, slice of life au.

↳ word count: 1.4K

↳ disclaimers: none.

a/n: A completely self indulgent Jungkook fluff drabble written at two at night haha,, I was really going through it. Written for the @bangtanwritingbingo prompt no. 14 - watching sunsets/sunrises, and for @btscreatorscorner June workshop- writing from a member's POV! a massive thank you to @jikookiekosmos for making the banner for me😭 and a massive thank you to @vaekth and @joonscore for bearing with me because I just kept talking on and on about this in your dms lol.

Jungkook leaned back, eyes shutting close as he felt the breeze kiss over every inch of his skin. The warm sunset was only just spreading across the sky, a bright yellow turning to a scarlet - as if the sun was blushing at the idea of leaving the sky, it's lover. 

"It's nice," You sighed, hands resting over his as you looked at the sunset. 

Jungkook looked at you, smiling, and hummed in agreement. "I like this scenario, you know. A sunset, the kids are playing in the sand, and your hand in mine. My day is coming to a good end." 

You turned to face him just as he lifted your joined hands to his mouth to leave a small kiss. You smiled, with your other hand coming up to pull your hair to the side, and Jungkook remembered why he fell in love with you all over again. He looked at you, your eyes sparkling in the deep orange of the sunset, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he pulled you closer. 

Kissing you never got old. 

His lips softly settled on yours, the feeling of them feeling right. Your scent- an unlikely mix of mint, from his perfume, and chocolate, from baking with the kids earlier today- filled his surroundings - and he didn't want anything more. His hand clasped yours, thumb tracing small universes over the back of your hand - universes where it was only you, him and your family. You other hand languidly traced up his arm, curling behind the nape of his neck to pull him closer. He felt you smile, nearly giggle, and it was only seconds before the two of you pulled away and just laughed. It felt good to be here. It felt good to be with you. 

The setting sun cast beautiful spells over the waves that were splashing and playing around in the sea, washing them in shades of burnt red and gentle yellows. The glimmering swell of water that leaped over the sand had your children squealing in delight, running away from the wave. You waved them over, watching as they ran helter skelter to collect their sand toys before running the two of you. 

Jungkook spread his arms out as his daughter ran to her father, not minding the sand that stuck to her body as she leaped on him - squealing in happiness at being reunited with her partner in crime. You reached over to ruffle her hair, eyes crinkling as your son walked over and buried his face in your lap, finally exhausted with the events of the day. 

It was a vacation for you and him - time to spend with family. There were so many highs and so many lows in your daily lives that it was exhausting, even if you loved your work - and you both needed that break, even if it was only for a weekend. Now, as he watched the waves crash into each other and then end in bubbles, he felt that peace he had wanted. 

"Tomorrow, we will go back to the city. Right, dad?" Your daughter sat up and spoke to Jungkook, his hand coming up to caress the hair that flew wildly behind her, settling it behind her ear. "Yes, my bunny. We're going back tomorrow." 

"Good!" She beamed at him, and Jungkook felt his heart swell. She took his palm, and he couldn't help but be amazed at how wonderfully she had grown up - he remembered when he would walk her around with her clinging onto his pinky finger only, and now her hand fit in the palm of his hand, big enough to clutch his hand and swing it while playing games. "I wanted to show you a drawing I had made for you and mommy." 

You turned towards your daughter while petting your son's head, fingertips gently untangling the heap of curls in his hair as he slept soundly. "What drawing, baby?" 

"I made a big girl drawing. Teacher had said it was really good!" Your daughter beamed, missing incisors displayed in a beautiful smile that strangely reminded Jungkook of your own -upper lip quirking in a way that he thought only you could, till his daughter first beamed at him. The thought made him smile.

"Really? I can't wait to see it then, bub. We'll pin it on the fridge too!" You cheered for her, her eyes widening in happiness and surprise at the sudden announcement. She jumped onto both of you, nearly knocking her brother off his mother's lap as she squealed again, screaming to the waves in the distance about how she loved her family. "We will be here forever!" she said, happily clapping.

After a few more moments of excited babbling - including a certain confession she had received from a classmate ("I promised not to tell anyone, but I didn't want to hide it from you! He said he loved me!") Jungkook's shocked exclamation at his baby getting confessions, you laughing, and her defending her 'friend', she was peacefully dosing on Jungkook's lap. His hand went to softly pat her hair, humming a soft lullaby - the same one he had sung to her for years- for all the times she wouldn't sleep at night. 

Eight years, and she still paraded up to him at night to demand the lullaby, and Jungkook would simply cherish that time as he would caress her head, wishing her sweet dreams and tucking the blanket in. "It's to keep the monsters away, " he'd hear her murmur everytime, and he'd smile before returning to his wife and son in the next room, softly patting his son's cheek, kissing his wife good night, and falling asleep. 

Looking at you now - your eyes paying attention to the two year old that had curled up in your lap - he held back the sudden urge to shout in happiness like his daughter had. That's what he felt. Overwhelmed with happiness. He didn't believe that he actually got to live with this euphoria in his life. One look at the three of you made him feel so proud, so responsible, and so loved - he simply couldn't put it all into words. 

Your head came to rest on his shoulder, and Jungkook leaned his head over yours, hands finding each other. You squeezed his hand tightly, and sighed - and he understood you. This silence, this time - it all meant so much for the two of you. 

"Once we go back, we're probably not getting time like this again, are we?" You whispered, letting the words fly away with the breeze. 

"Maybe. Who knows, I'll whisk you away on a getaway next week?" He smiled, and though he couldn't see you, he knew you were smiling, too. 

"Maybe? What about our daughter's annual day, mister? Forgot so soon?" You laughed as you spoke, punching his arm playfully. "I guess my husband is turning old already." 

"Hey!" Jungkook said, trying to fake his anger even if he couldn't take the smile off his face. "I remembered it, of course I remember! I had to learn the ballet routine as well!" You laughed again, the sound familiar and known to him- his heart beating a happy beat. "I twisted round and round, over and over, and nearly ripped my pants."

"Mmmm, and I didn't see you complaining after this baby appreciated you." Jungkook watched you caress your daughter's hair, then her cheek, and settle on the sand. "You went for it all the way." 

"I would always go all the way for her. And for this pumpkin too." He pointed at his son, and you giggled. "And for you too. You're my world, you know that?" 

You raised your head to face him, Jungkook almost complaining at the loss of your body heat right near him. "And you're mine. You, and our kids. You're all my everything." 

Jungkook's eyes softened, pulling you closer for you to rest your head on him again. You leaned against his chest, and Jungkook bent down to kiss the top of your head before leaning back to bade goodbye to the sun. 

"I think sunsets look the prettiest, don't they?" You marvelled at the sky, lush shades of warm orange letting hints of blue peak through as the sky prepared for nightfall. 

I think everything looks prettier when it's with you, Jungkook wanted to say, but he lets the babble of the returning seagulls fill the space. His hands wrap around you, letting his eyes look to the sky once again, awed by everything around him now. This was all he needed. 

"I love you," he murmured, pressing another kiss to his lover as the sun set upon the evening. 

a/n: I'm not really sure if this would be drabble length or fic length, but I'd like to think of it as a drabble. Writing this was really warm and comforting for me, so I hope that it gave you a similar feeling. I'd love to hear any feedback you have either as a comment, reblog, or as an ask! Thank you so much for giving your time to my work 💞 love, hazel 🤗

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[linawritesocs]

my ocs' masquerade outfits!

listen. the shading and coloring might be a bit messy here and also i didn't really try to make their outfits "historically accurate" or anything like that, i just went with anything that looked pretty or elegant enough, haha.

also i spent six hours working on this. i think it's okay for me to be lazy with shading and coloring because of how tired i was

so, for this event i chose seth (because he's my mc, so of course he's coming), merrill (because he was the only nrc oc that came to my mind when i heard about this event. i just think it would fit him), hayden (yes i know i've been giving him way too much attention lately, but. i had to make him interact with rollo, come on, HE IS GONNA MEET SOMEONE FROM THE OTHER SEVEN), allen (i just wanted him to wear an outfit like this), roland and fake!jay (again i just thought that this event is perfect for them)!

I HAVE A REASON TO ADD RSA OCS TOO, OKAY. it was mentioned that other schools are also participating, so i'll take it as a sign that rsa students are there too <3

now, some design notes because I PUT A LOT OF THOUGHT INTO THESE OUTFITS.

seth's outfit is supposed to be similar to grim's because it was mentioned in the event that their outfits look almost the same. but grim insists that he still looks better

seth's mask is dark purple and it (+his cape) has sun motifs as a reference to the flag of corona, rapunzel's kingdom. it also has "a drop of sunlight" in the center, but it's not that noticeable.

IT'S A JOKE FROM THE SERVER, but i decided to make it canon: seth's shoulders are actually open here, but when rollo saw it, he got a bit nervous and he gave seth a cape, so that he can cover them. seth didn't like that, but he agreed to wear it, because his mind went "okay, this guy looks kinda scary, i probably shouldn't get on his bad side".

merrill's outfit is mostly purple with some pink details, as a reference to the colors of meg's outfit. he also wears a hat this time too because i miss estelle (and her mom too, of course) 😔

ANOTHER JOKE FROM THE SERVER, at first merrill showed up in a more revealing outfit and he liked it a lot, but rollo said that "it must've been the wrong version", apologized and asked his assistants to bring the right one. merrill wasn't happy about it and he even wondered why would they make an outfit like that in the first place. he also didn't like that he has to wear something completely different, meanwhile seth still gets to wear his outfit, he just had to cover his shoulders.

hayden's outfit is supposed to be a MUCH MORE simple version of azul's outfit (or octavinelle one in general), not only because i was lazy to draw ALL THE DETAILS, but also because a version like that fits him more in a way. hayden doesn't want to draw too much attention to himself or at least that's what he says

his mask is supposed to look like a chameleon and his belt is supposed to look like it has eyes on it. i originally planned to draw more eyes on it biblical angel-core and all, but i changed my mind.

allen's mask has the same colors as one of anna's dresses from the first movie and his outfit has a lot of hearts on it as a reference to his romantic nature. it also has pink and blue colors, like the sweater he usually wears.

YES, ROLAND EYE REVEAL. at first i thought that maybe he didn't get an eyepatch at all could be a subtle reference to rollo possibly hating fairies but what if he actually could choose between a mask and an eyepatch and he still chose a mask because he wanted to look like he's actually going to a masquerade? he would say that his eyepatch wouldn't fit for this event and he doesn't want to stand out much. he also would apologize to everyone if they think that his "other eye" looks scary.

I THINK YOU CAN REALLY SEE THAT I GOT LAZY WHEN IT CAME TO ROLAND'S OUTFIT JDKESDLSLSDL. it has this nature theme, because of course it does, he's the gardening club leader! so yeah, there's a lot of flowers, tree branches and leaves, if you look closer.

i wanted jay's mask to look like it has vines on it and i'm not sure if i succeeded dnjdkdkd. i also thought that maybe he could have this "young detective" vibe? i don't know why i thought about that, but it seemed like a cool idea to me.

so i thought that if nrc outfits are mostly black (or have dark colors), then rsa outfits should be mostly white, but jay doesn't really wear anything white here (except some details). it's like a reference to him being different from other students and him not being "real".

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You know, I was just thinking about the whole "the entire world knows about Malex but Malex haha hehe LOL😜" thing and the part that bothers me about that is that apparently Mary knew and didn't care one bit and dated her supposed best friends soulmate anyway. And you can even say that Liz didn't care either. How are these people even friends? Who does that? Ugh idk it's dumb

Yeah, like okay, Jesse knew because he SAW them together so that made sense. But I'm STILL confused on why Jesse kidnapped Alex but Flint took Alex from Jesse in order to get to Michael which I feel like was also Jesse's plan but he lost Alex? Anyway. If Flint and Helena took Alex to get Michael to cooperate simply because Jesse took Alex to get Michael to cooperate, that would make sense then too that they knew, OR Alex told Flint when they were younger or he figured it out back then. That all kinda tracks. By the time we get to Gregory though it's starting to be a little shifty because if an older (most likely) brother who was gone in the Navy by the time Alex and Michael first kissed, and hasn't been around Roswell knew (and Alex's shocked face kinda makes me think he didn't tell him) then it's really starting to get a little weird that no one else knew, or acted like they didn't know because it was more convenient that way.

Now Sanders knowing doesn't shock me because he strikes me not only as someone who is FAR more aware that people give him credit for, but also someone who has spent his whole life whenever possible watching over Michael. But Eduardo? Not just knowing that the two of them were seen being in the same place which could just be friends, or even that they've been sleeping together, but very confidently stating he knows that Alex fell in love?! Where is he getting that? Because either there is some shady ass surveillance shit going on that even Alex missed, or...???? they weren't good at hiding, I guess? Because this all clearly means they HAD to have contact over the Lost Decade.

But again, if that's the case and they just weren't good at hiding it, how did m*ria never guess before? Liz I can understand because she left and never looked back and clearly hadn't kept in touch very much with anyone. And to be fair Max makes a comment like he has a inkling, as does Isobel, but the big thing is that they never bring it up in season 2. You're telling me "deeply sad romantic Max wouldn't at least try to talk to Michael about it? Wouldn't draw the parallel with Jenna and say he understands trying to find something else but how it didn't work and it's Alex's friend so maybe Michael should be careful? You're telling me MAX EVANS would pass up the chance at a self-righteous lecture about going after your ex's friends? And Isobel. You're telling me Isobel wouldn't be the type to call Michael out for going after his ex's BFF? You're telling me Certified Mean Girl Isobel Evans wouldn't be the type to call m*ria out for going after her BFF's ex?! Like, there is no way Isobel wasn't making snide comments about that shit if she had any idea what Alex and Michael have meant to each other over the years. Gregory knew Michael was important enough that he was willing to take a bullet to protect Michael for Alex's sake, and Isobel doesn't even get to throw a little shade at m*ria about it?! Or at least have a heart-to-heart with Michael about it?

And if m*ria is as psychic as the show wants us to believe and as we've seen her be in other cases, how are they trying to play that not only did she NOT know, but when she DID know, she was able to tell Alex was hopeful, but not that Michael was lying when he said things were over? That she couldn't tell how deep and important and chaotic that connection was? Nah fam. Not buying it. And you know what? It's fine! People, who aren't always bad people are sometimes bad friends, or are good friends, but make mistakes and hurt the people they care about, sometimes purposefully doing something they want to or think will make them happy even knowing it might hurt someone else. That's life! So, say m*ria knows, and goes after Michael anyway, and then finds out she doesn't really know him or even really want him and now has to face that she did a selfish thing and hurt a friend for no reason. That? THAT could have been interesting character growth for her! That could have been a way to address that she feels all alone because Rosa died and Liz and Alex left and she got left behind. That she feels overwhelmed because she's running business and side hustles and caring for her mom and she's maxed out and wanted to be selfish and do something SHE wanted for once. It could have been a way to address season 1 and everyone using her for information without telling her what was going on and how that made her feel, and learning to ask for help and support when she needs it, and everyone else learning to step up and offer support even when she doesn't ask. Which would tie in nicely to Alex's talk with Liz about this very issue in season 1. If they really wanted to fix the mess from last season? This could have been a better way to go.

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Souls ties - Part 3 (Bucky Barnes au)

"I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you

Take me back to the night we met"

The sun had set a while ago and the band had been replaced by speakers, meaning the party was coming to an end, even though you still hadn't properly talked to Bucky. You  knew you probably should've payed more attention to your own husband but Darren seemed to enjoy himself more around his college friends. It would've driven you mad, had it been a regular party. Oddly enough, his behaviour that night didn't bother you as much as it should've. One might say your attention was elsewhere. It was late, and you were thirsty for water after all the champagne and hors-d'oeuvres you'd had. You were positive your rosy cheeks attested for it. At the bar, you took a minute for yourself and sat down, taking this occasion to relieve your feet from your high-heel shoes. The night's fresh air made the hair on your neck stand on end and your body's instinct was to shiver, even though the weather was still quite nice. Your body tensed up as you felt a presence at your side.

"Feeling a little tired there?" he asked. You were starting to know this voice now, and it was like music to your ears.

"I needed to be away from the crowd for a moment," you confessed.

"Oh, I can leave if you want."

This made you look at him instantly. "No, stay." You realised how pressing you must've sound and chuckled at his confused eyes – which had a beautiful shade of blue in the moonlight. "I mean...I didn't want to get away  from you, specifically. Sorry if it sounded that way."

"I'd get it, you know," Bucky said. "What happened earlier..."

"...was disturbing for us both, I assume."

Bucky didn't say anything about you interrupting him. It felt natural, actually, almost like finishing his sentence rather than rudely stopping him mid-speech.  "Yeah, exactly," he continued. "I'm really sorry if that caused you...any pain or something."

"What? The coffee?" you asked naïvely. "Don't worry, it wasn't that hot," you said with a wink.

A faint smile appeared on Bucky's lips, making you notice both how he hadn't smiled much until then and that it lightened up his face in a touching way.

"I meant pain as in fear, or anxiety. Your wedding mustn't be the place you expected to hear those words." He looked you in the eyes and you  shivered once more. "Are you cold?"

You shook your head no before looking down to your knees. His eyes on you were making you  feel all sorts of ways you wouldn't dream of sharing with anyone. "No, I'm not," you said. Taking a careful breath in, you decided to glance at him. Your eyes paused at the same time as your lungs, taken away by the beauty of the man's face. Something behind his blue iris was beyond description and drove you even more eager to get to know him, his story, his passions and pet-peeves, his everything. He'd seemed to have stopped breathing for a second as well, but you weren't entirely sure it hadn't been a figment of your imagination.

"Maybe we should go back to the others," you whispered. You tried getting off your stool and slipped next to your shoe. Bucky moved fast to grab you with his arm and prevent you from hitting the ground. His grip was firm –  exaggeratedly firm. You brushed off the sensation of his leather glove on your back and thanked him hastily before going back to Steve.

"Are you okay?" he asked, lowering his voice.

"Yeah, sure." You knew he wasn't fooled by your answer ; Steve knew you better than you knew yourself. Bucky stayed silent for a while after that, and neither of you seemed to fathom what to do next.

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"Ready to go, honey?"

You opened surprised eyes at Darren's question. It was barely past midnight.

"Darren, we can't leave before the other guests, c'mon..."

Your husband looked disappointed and now that most of your shock had gone away, his attitude was slowly driving you mad, especially when you gave deeper thought to his actions and words throughout the day.

"Do you even want to be here at all?" you asked him, somewhat dryly.

"Calm down, y/n. We've been here forever and I wanna rest for the night. Is that too much to ask?"

"Resting on your wedding night? Yeah,  that's a lot to ask for," you replied. "I thought we were going to party until the end and have fun with our friends before going home. Consensual marriage is supposed to be celebrated, don't you know that? Ugh, you really are a buzzkill sometimes."

"Wow, easy there. If you want to stay,  fine. But I'm going home."

"Are you serious right now?" Your stomach was burning with anger and disappointment. You loved Darren, but this kind of behaviour had become a habit of his. "You're going to leave me alone at our wedding party?"

"You're not alone, you have Steve and Wanda and...whoever that guy is over there. Enjoy the rest of your night."

"Damn it, Darren, that's not fair!"

Wanda's eyes turning towards you made you realise how loud your voices had been and you lowered yours a notch.

"Fine, go home. But don't expect me to be all smiles when I join you, if I even do."

Upon those words, you turned around and walked away from him. You were perfectly aware that there was no point in reasoning with him at this point. You ended up going back to your group and were surprised to see that Steve and Wanda had walked away as well, leaving Bucky alone.

"Where are they  going?" you asked, still angry from what'd just happened.

"They're grabbing more drinks. Wanda said she'd choose something for you since you were...busy."

You brought your hand to your forehead, ashamed that he'd heard you losing your temper.

"Sorry about that. He's just...difficult, sometimes."

"I saw that," he said with his hands in his pockets, "and no need to be sorry." You could see him take a deep breath in before he kept talking, even  though he was trying hard to look as calm and composed as possible. "Come, let's take a walk. It'll help you blow off some steam."

You followed Bucky through the garden and as you drifted away from the crowd, hearing less and less voices, a soothing feeling filled your body and mind. You took deep breaths in and deep breaths out, taking in the bucolic smell of the close-by forest. The only thing left bothering you were your shoes, and you made the call to take them off, leaning on Bucky's shoulder without even thinking about it. He stopped to let you do it.

"Here, let me hold them." He gently grabbed your shoes by the heels and carried them for the way.

"Thank you." You took a peek at him and smiled. "How did you know a walk would calm me down?"

"I...I  just did," he answered with a shrug. "Did it work?"

"It's starting to." You smiled at him ingenuously, taking in some of his features at the same time. The slight crook of his nose, the rebellious hair on his neck...  A question was burning your lips. It was just the two of you, so you might as well just ask. "Did you ever give much thought to what your tattoo said?"

He didn't seem taken aback by your question. At least you didn't think he was, even though his emotions were hard to read.

"Not really. I just assumed someone would pay me a compliment out of the blue  and confuse the hell out of me." He chuckled for the first time since you'd met him and you got a feeling that didn't happen often. He stopped quickly, as would a kid caught red-handed. "You?"

"I had lots of scenarios in my head. Someone bumping into me, stepping on my feet or even running me over with a car...I mean, that sentence could've been said at many occasions, really."

"It's true, though I don't think saying 'shit, I'm sorry' would be an appropriate apology after running somebody over with a car."

You laughed at his remark and nodded in agreement.

"True. It is only an appropriate apology for spilling coffee all over someone," you teased.

You couldn't even hear the music the speakers were playing anymore, only the insects buzzing and leaves brushing against each other. As you walked, you got dangerously closer to Bucky. You knew what your body was doing, where your legs were taking you, but you had no idea why  they were doing it. You shouldn't have been standing so close to him, especially on your wedding night. Your hand accidentally brushed against his leather glove and he moved away. His movement wasn't big enough to call it an act of repulsion, but you also didn't know why exactly he didn't want to be close to you.

"I'm sorry," you said. "I just..."

"...want to be close. I know." He sighed and stopped walking. "It's a weird feeling and I didn't think you...I thought you weren't feeling it."

"What? The feeling that draws me to you and that I can't control? Of course I feel that. I've...I've met you hours ago, and yet..."

"You feel a connection that dates to much longer than that," he finished.

"Exactly. I couldn't really put words on it but...yeah. That's what it feels like."

"I'm sorry," he said. "Steve wanted me to come here for some reason and I..."

"Don't say you shouldn't have come, please."

He looked back at you and saw you'd been staring at your feet saying that sentence. His face changed in an instant.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. Not at all, actually... If I hadn't been there tonight, you might have actually enjoyed your wedding."

"I did enjoy it," you replied in a hurry. "Just not the way I imagined." You stared into his eyes,  trying to understand what he was feeling in this very moment. "We'll see each other again, right?"

"That might not be a good idea, as much as I would want to."

"But...as my sister always tells me, soulmates don't have to be romantic. I can be happily married and still get to know you....can I?"

He tightened his lips, thinking about his answer. His face gave you no clue as to what he truly wanted, but the answer he gave you might have been an indication.

"You can try. I can try."

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Part 3 is where I chose to start the fluff haha! I hope you enjoyed this part. It felt quite cute writing it, so I hope the final result is :)

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Day2: Piercings/Tattoos.

So I have 4 tattoos and 2 piercings. Let's start with piercings.

Super basic, just my ear lobes. I got them done when I was a baby as most Hispanic children usually do. My mom said I had an allergic reaction and my ears basically swallowed the earrings when I was small and I had to have surgery to get them removed. I have no memory of this but I only wear sterling silver now otherwise my ears break into a gross itchy rash and swell (tmi?). I did have snake bite piercings for a couple years, but I ended up removing them as I got older for the simple fact i felt they didnt suit me any more. I now have two small holes on my lower lip where you can def tell they existed and I honestly like them haha I still fantasize about getting a bridge piercing but I wear glasses and that wouldn't make much sense lol More realistically, I think I'd just like to get more piercings done on my ears but that's probably it.

Four tattoos:

1&2. My first tattoos were when I turned 21. A cancer and pisces symbol on my forearms. Cancer on my left, pisces on my right. I got these to represent my 2 kids. They were done by an amateur artist in training so they werent perfect but they were cheap LOL I absolutely love them and I still get compliments on them all the time.

3. A simple line drawing of a cat face. Left shoulder. I got this one about 2 years ago day drunk in dallas with some friends. We literally ran across the street to some shop in a house and picked a random tattoo on a whim. It was a lot of fun and brings back very fond memories of people I care about.

4. My lady plague doctor. This girl is my newest and largest tattoo, just got her in September, Right shoulder. The entire experience was super awkward tbh cause I had NO idea about pricing, time frame or how to tip or even how to handle the follow up appt to correct some shading the artist wanted to do. Both sessions were done in complete silence and it was incredibly uncomfortable but I'm happy with her nonetheless. She has a black cat in her lap, which in hindsight I maybe would have changed because it's hard to distinguish even after the touch up appointment. To be clear, the artist was extremely kind and checked on me periodically through the 4 hour initial session. I'M the one who doesnt know how to maintain an extended conversation with a total stranger lol

I definitely plan on getting more tattoos, I want sternum or collar next. Maybe some small wrist pieces. Sky is the limit, who knows!