#not tagging everyone in the sketches rip

[vsnotresponding]

decided to imagine what role my ocs would have in my other wips as a study break (← bad idea)

here's the highlights :]

and the original sketches:

@my-cursed-prince

[cutiesigh]

❤️🖤🩷

Wuthering Waves has taken over all of my free time recently, so here's a sketch of Scar!Ren I originally shared in da 14DWY Discord!!

[quiverymango]

Our Little Family

Just a quick doodle of the troll fam!

[isasunbee]

Ooooh Visander... you captured my heart from the first page.

[esteemed-excellency]

I spent too much time looking at lovey dovey edwardian postcards and I can't stop drawing them

[lesbiantimrand]

beta june (& lumi) designs ..

nov 2022 -> july 2023 -> sept 2023

[zkretchy]

While I am busy drawing my next lil artsy things I just wanted to show you a good old before and after of my last bits of art Mainly that since all of them were quickies the sketches were basically non-existent(except for Kiyans horse)

now what I usually do is have the pre-sketch and then a better one like

but I guess skipping a whole step is also....fine....it’s fine don’t look too deeply at it don’t worry

also bonus Lambert (or what could be an egg)face

[starlostseungmin]

husband!hyunjin

✰ notes: here concludes my husband!skz series with hyunjin. i hope you enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed writing everyone! not proofread and not edited. DO NOT FORGET TO REBLOG, COMMENT AND LEAVE TAGS! thank you <33

seungmin , chan , lee know , jeongin , han , changbin , felix（ hyunjin ）

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Husband Hyunjin whom everyone expected to make a grand proposal, prepared a simple candlelight dinner in your shared apartment and cooked your favorite meals. You thought it was just a usual dinner date at home which you’d do sometimes. He suddenly got down on one knee and opened a small box with a diamond ring, “Will you be my everlasting muse? The one who would love to spend the rest of their life with me?” 

Husband Hyunjin who cried and hugged you tightly as he thanked you for saying yes. 

Husband Hyunjin who was the happiest and got emotional during the weddingーmentally screaming, hair-ripping, toe-curling, exaggerated excitement (sincere), and deeply in thought about how he would spend an eternity with you. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to stare at you while talking, especially on your lips thinking how much he wants to kiss you. His kisses start with innocent, soft, and warm then later change into intimate, hot, and intoxicating which makes you get addicted to them. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to be babied and cuddled when he’s tired or just wants to be a small spoon whenever he feels like it. He’d refuse to go to work just to stay in bed all day with you. 

Husband Hyunjin whose dates consist of visiting art museums, picnics, watching musicals or movies, evening strolls, and road trips. Sometimes it gets over the moon when he decides to take you to (country) because you’ve been dying to visit the place. He giggled nonstop when he surprised you that he bought the tickets. 

Husband Hyunjin who would always bring his sketchbook and camera on dates just to take a picture of you or make his hand busy sketching a portrait of you just because he finds you beautiful every time. He will show them to you when he’s done. The pictures or sketches will be hung on your shared apartment's wall for safekeeping and memories. 

Husband Hyunjin who drives you crazy when he’s just doing normal things like simply unbuttoning his polo, rolling up his sleeves, taking off his jacket showing his bodybuild especially when he wears a tanktop inside, brushing his bangs upward, dancing? It would add fuel to the fire when he kisses you like a man starved from your touch. 

Husband Hyunjin who brings you food and medicine when you get sick. He will probably take his day off from work depending on how fast your recovery is that it would take days for him to sit there and take care of you. The type to make sure that you won’t die since he would end up grieving so hard. “It’s just a mild flu, Hyunjin.” “Are you sure?” 

Husband Hyunjin who is loud and dramatic whenever he realizes he got betrayed, lost a game, or is just being dumb (lovingly). He and Jisung are a perfect match and you’re the one who actually gets in between. 

Husband Hyunjin who gets shy whenever you compliment him but sometimes he would feel a blast of confidence that he gives you a wink as a response and becomes flirty.

Husband Hyunjin who loves to make a fool of himself, vocabulary just consists of memes (you can blame Han and Felix for that) cringes at his own cuteness and regrets it later just to make you laugh. 

Husband Hyunjin who lets you play with his long hair. He loves it when you do pigtails. You often tease him that he looks like Boo from Monsters Inc. 

Husband Hyunjin whom Kkami wants to disown. 

Husband Hyunjin who tries his hardest to comfort you as best as he can whenever he sees you being vulnerable in trying times. Promised not to leave you alone until you feel better, crack a dad joke he got from Chan to lift the atmosphere (which is effective by the way) and take you to his arms, whispering how he is proud of you. 

Husband Hyunjin who made a playlist filled with songs that make him think about you, scream your vibe, and the ones that would portray his exact feelings. Sometimes he would write down lyrics about how lovesick and hopeless romantic he is. All songs and melodies are heavily inspired by you. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to send you selfies, videos of him taken by the members that serve husband material, and voice messages whenever he’s abroad because he misses you so much that he cries himself to sleep and can’t wait to go home. It’s also necessary to send you short vlogs and pictures of sceneries of the places he went without you because of work and leave messages like, “This reminds me of you.” “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Let’s visit this place together soon!” “I’m sure you’d like these souvenirs I got you!” “The food out here is great! Treat me here soon!” 

Husband Hyunjin whose love languages are words of affirmation, physical touch, gift-giving, quality time, and acts of service. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to spoil you even if you tell him not to spend a lot of money on you but he won’t listen and insists on accepting them. 

Husband Hyunjin who doesn’t admit his mistakes during the first few minutes of the argument but later apologizes over and over again and promises never to do it again. He’s also the type that is hard to make up with but he can’t keep it up for hours and just cuddles you whispering “I’m sorry, I’ll do better.” 

Husband Hyunjin who gets jealous easily and is possessive whenever he sees you having a good time with his members. “I’m yours, Hyunjin. Don’t worry.” You’d say but you know that is not enough for him so he’d show you to whom you belong (affectionately, or depending on how you both want it).

Husband Hyunjin who refused to get a divorce when you felt that your marriage was falling apart because he couldn’t imagine his life without you. He won’t let go of you easily and you didn’t even make any attempts to leave him. 

Husband Hyunjin who is careful whenever in talks of having kids because your decision matters in this relationship but he would reassure you that if you ever wanted to have one, he will be the best dad your kid could ask for. 

Husband Hyunjin who is the most precious, kind, and pure to your heart that you wouldn’t even want to live a life without him. He is the moon and stars to your night, the sunshine after the rain, the rose amongst the thorns, and the pretty shells you find on a beach where no one knows. 

Husband Hyunjin who holds your hand and intertwines your fingers as he kisses your knuckles saying, “I love you.” 

Husband Hyunjin whose wedding vows are not enough to show how much he would love to spend his entire life with you. “I fucking love you so fucking much and we’re married, you can’t leave. You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not!” 

✰ taglist: @notastraykid , @ameliesaysshoo , @l3visbby , @reignessance , @lix-ables , @skzfelixlove , @rachabreathing , @hyunverse , @minluvly , @sleepyleeji , @starseungs , @midsoulz , @oddracha , @armystay89 , @lashaemorow

©️ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍 , 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

[crystaldoodler]

A very long post of doodles relating to @theminecraftbee ‘s smallishsona AU (sorry for the tag again). I think of this AU while wandering Tartarus, so, I’ve had a lot of time to think. This post is really long and has a lot of rambling so, I’m putting it all under the cut. I’m sorry world I have too many words and rambles in me

First up, character designs!

I used primarily their mc skins for design, with only a few rl things thrown in. But, I didn’t bring them up so the colors are off a bit.

Starting off with Joel:

He’s following the persona protagonist tradition of mostly wearing the school uniform correctly, but with some minor embellishments. I’m still debating whether or not to add more, but w/e. His signature color is green.

Then Skizz and Impulse:

The greatest dichotomy of time to design, Impulse I knocked out on the second go, but I’ve done many iterations of Skizz and I still am not satisfied with this design. The ripped sleeves looked too out there (to me, at least) but nothing else seems to work so I settled for the shirt under uniform shirt look. Something I struggled with that these two emphasize is making them look like teenagers, and what they look like, and also keep to the anime style, and also my own incompetence with drawing facial features so It’s something all of these lack in. Impulse is yellow, and Skizz is blue.

Scar and Grian are next up, Scar’s facial Scar is from summoning his persona, because he stabbed himself in the face lol. Not much to say about these guys, I settled on orange for Scar and red for grian, which I am still struggling with beacause mumbo:

is ALSO red. So I guess they are just, both? red? If you look at the party select screens in persona though, the characters have pretty strong color coding, so I guess I’ll figure something out. If anyone is still reading: help. Anyway, mumbo wins the award for wearing the uniform the most normal (except for the tie)

Last but not least, Gem!

She’s wearing a longer skirt than the usual uniforms and also some big-ass boots. Also, she’s a sea monster thing? So, I was thinking, staring at SEES cool new uniform things and thinking about the Phantom Thieves and how cool their outfits are and realized the persona games have at least some design change to separate their daily looks from shadow hunting. Even if it is only glasses in p4 lol. So, I thought maybe weapon holsters? but, that seemed a little too generic. So! I decided to combine how I normally draw the hermits (and a lot of the fandom does) as having non-human traits as the big things setting their combat looks apart. It is both a) fun to draw, b) creates an eye catching and distinctive design for combat and c) is really funny. I thought it was funny so I drew a comic about it:

and here’s a sketch of what everyone looks like and also the transformation gives them very distinct eyes, for no reason other than I think it looks cool:

mumbo is a normal human btw (or at least, he appears to be)

Welp,that’s all I got. If I look at these drawings any longer I will hate them so here they are, yippee. Also, Bee/OP, sorry for exploding; I am into persona and hermitcraft right now so this AU is like a perfect storm to give me brain rot.

[the-thursday]

Hello everyone, this post was long overdue, and finally, prompted by our beloved Howls also leaving, it's time for me to rip off the bandaid as well.

I would also like to announce a sort of departure from Ranger's apprentice fandom.

I do not know how many from RA fandom era from few years back are still here but I assume mostly newer blogs keep up with this account.

Take a lil history walk with me, if you will. I joined this fandom around 2017-18. I was very active around here, posting all kinds of stuff, fics, takes, incorrect quotes, art and whatnot. I made many friends with whom I had a great time and I am happy and honoured that I am friends with some of them till this day. Fandom became the second home to me as things hadn't been exactly easy irl and maybe I fixated on it too much, but gods know I loved this place so much. And I wish for everyone to experience this happiness and just as I made friends who became a significant part of my life, I wish that for you as well. Being surrounded by amazing and wonderful people and sharing similar interests is one of the most pure joyous feelings in this world.

As 2020-2021 rolled around, some of you know that things in my life picked up a harsh pace and I started to drift away. In 2021 I left the fandom because of that and unpleasant things with one of the people here. It was one of the most gut wrenching decisions I had made.

In 2022, I started gradually getting worse, but also had the courage to come back at the end of the year. I felt happy and welcomed and I am so grateful to everyone who made it happen, who supported me and gave me another breath. My mental health kept getting worse but I wasn't alone and that has been everything to me.

Now it's about a little more than a year since I've been back and again, I've met wonderful amazing people who I am happy and honoured to call friends. I don't regret coming back and I am happy I did, however I think it's time for me to go again. And below, I hope to explain why.

Like I said, I've been getting worse. Last autumn and this winter have been very difficult for me and I had to rethink some priorities, as life is going on the time left for me to invest in fandoms is getting thinner and thinner. Unfortunately, among them, isn't keeping up with this fandom. With my next words I hope not to insult anyone. The truth is, I don't find enjoyment in the fandom and content itself anymore, or more like, as much as I used to. I don't exactly vibe with posts for roughly the past half a year and I don't mean this in negative way, I just think it's for me to move on. All of the new people that I've seen have wonderful content and while I don't exactly vibe like I used to, I can see that you're having fun and that's important! People come and go and I do wish all the newcomers and seniors who are still here to have a great time, but I don't think I have energy, capacity and vibes to be part of it anymore. As you know, my blog has been very much inactive for a long time, aside from dumping my dumb sketches or reblogging something here and there. And rather than letting it rot, I'd like to cleanly move on. Anyhow, on self deprecating note, since really it's not like I've been someone prominent I don't think this is a loss to the fandom and this makes it easier for me.

So to summarise, my leaving is about personal things, my life moving and the fact I don't have the mental capacity or motivation to actively keep up.

So what does this mean? I won't be posting RA related stuff on this blog anymore. This blog will turn into a neutral main blog and I'll create one side blog for art that I hope to continue to make and maybe one blog dedicated to the work of Brandon Sanderson.

However, it doesn't mean that I am not up to goof around about RA anymore, however this will be done in DMs. If I sometimes get to draw and post RA related art, it shall be posted on my new art blog with RA tag. However, I don't think there's a high probability of public RA art from me anymore, because 1) need to move on and 2) I have a very strong and maybe confrontational opinion about art in this fandom that has given me a bad taste and discouraged me from enjoying making it and posting it. I won't go into details because I don't want to sour this post for myself and for y'all with it.

I want to thank this fandom for everything it has been for me and for everyone and I wish y'all some happy fandoming!

Yours only,

The Ranger Thursday 11

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Beast Wars - Second Chances - Page 4

Originally posted on February 2nd, 2011

Story - Mike Priest Art - Jeffrey Witty Colours - Jenny Son Letters - HdE

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wada sez: This was originally meant to be Page 5, with some of the later Waspinator stuff moved earlier. As envisioned by Mike Priest, all of the pages for the comic would have individual titles, but only he seemed to like this idea and none of them made it into the final product. He gave this page the title “Eternal Too”, a reference to the fact that this entire story is an expansion of his previous Mosaic one-shot, “Eternal”. See below for the original script and an early sketch by Witty, along with Mike’s “Writer Spotlight”.

Beast Wars: Second Chances- Page 5

“Eternal Too”

By Mike Priest

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(FIRST PANEL- Depthcharge’s hand slaps down on wet sand; he’s just pulled himself from the ocean.)

(SECOND PANEL- A full side-view of Depthcharge, on his hands and knees crawling from the surf- wet, caked with dirt, seaweed hanging from parts of his body…we cannot see his chest.)

DEPTHCHARGE: G-geh…

(THIRD PANEL- Close-up of Depthcharge’s head, looking down at the sand, in confusion.)

DEPTHCHARGE: Huh…how?  I-I…thought…

(FOURTH PANEL- Depthcharge whirls and looks behind him in a panic, having heard a voice.  We still can’t see the front of his chest.)

RAMPAGE: (Dialogue bubble unlinked, border color differs) Well…THIS is certainly interesting.

DEPTHCHARGE: (Enraged) X!  WHERE ARE YOU??

(FIFTH PANEL- Depthcharge, horrified expression as he looks down at himself.  We see the pulsing glow of a spark from below off-panel.)

RAMPAGE: Where I’ve always been…

DEPTHCHARGE: (Small text) no…

(FINAL PANEL- Unveiling of Depthcharge’s chest- it is torn open enough for us to see a SECOND spark (smaller; it’s only a half) somehow messily “fused” onto Depthcharge’s larger spark, like some cancerous lump.)

RAMPAGE: …a touch more literally now, it would seem.  AHAHAHAH!

Ah, Beast Wars.  For me, it's a case of "third time's the charm!" Y'see, Beast Wars was Transformers' third coming for me.  And once it hit, I was snared for life.  As a wee lad, I was a fan of G1, from about the age of three 'til the age of seven or eight.  Oh, there was the Real Ghostbusters and Spidey and His Amazing Friends and whatnot here and there.  But Transformers was always the fallback, always something I could go back to when I lost interest with whatever the new fad was on the playground. Around 1991 or 1992, while there were still some Transformers toys on the shelves, I was growing more enamored with Ninja Turtles and Marvel Superheroes, and Transformers was largely on the backburner, possibly for good this time. But my growing love of comic books would bring me to Transformers yet again.  One fateful day in 1993, on a routine trip to the comic store with my older cousin, I saw it on the shelf. Transformers Generation 2 # 1.  Everyone can remember that cover -- Optimus Prime with bullets jutting out of his skull and faceplate and the tag "This is NOT your father's Autobot." I eagerly snatched it up and for the next twelve months, going to the comic store became a regular occurrence.  I loved Spider-Man and X-Men and Iron Man, but Transformers Generation 2 was the comic I HAD to have every month. You can imagine my disappointment when I discovered the book had been canceled after only twelve issues.  Without supporting fiction to give my toy "adventures" some measure of credibility, my interest waned as it had before, and Transformers once again only became a fond memory. Fast-forward to 1996.  My younger cousins tell me of an awesome "computer-graphics" show airing in the morning called Beast Wars.  "It's animals that transform into robots!", they tell me.  I chuckle, inwardly wondering if it is some rip-off of Transformers.  A few weeks pass and I catch an episode.  "The Web", it is titled, but what shocks me most is the "Transformers" subtitle underneath the prominent Beast Wars logo.  It isn't a rip-off, it IS Transformers! Of course, as a bitter, world-weary twelve-year old at this point, my initial reaction is "Turning into organic-looking animals?  Huh, dumb".  This doesn't stop me from watching the show on weekday mornings before going to school, rationalizing that "nothing else is on". Then suddenly, about midway through the first season of Beast Wars, I realize I'm not watching it because "nothing else is on" anymore, I'm watching it because it IS Transformers and it is AWESOME!  Before I knew it, I was hooked again!  And this time would be for good.  Never again would something push Transformers to second or even third-banana status with me.  I was a Transfan through and through and I owed it to Beast Wars for reminding me. To me, Beast Wars represents some of the very best Transformers storytelling has to offer and is unequivocally the best Transformers animated series of all time (so far).  I jumped at any chances to contribute to the Beast Wars universe in anyway, through fanfiction, through Transformers Mosaic, and now, through BEAST WARS: Second Chances. It's funny.  We're calling it "Second Chances".  But for me, Beast Wars was a THIRD chance.  And like I said before, third time's the charm! -- Mike Priest

[golden-buddle]

Hey mutual, figure the third Omegaverse thing was startin to get long again lol. So I thought I'd respond here instead >:3 (Also have links to the previous ones for easy access lmao) 1_ 2_ 3_

You know what would be kind of adorable? If it was Tim who got all angry at the gossip magazines. Everyone else is used to it and finds it kind of funny after all, since as you said, people outside of Gotham don't know the nuances of Gothamite body language. But Tim has been slowly coaxed into acting like a pup, been reassured that him acting like that is okay and is perfectly natural. So seeing people trying to claim Bruce isn't a good caretaker in a way that straight up targets that behavior? Oh baby boi is going to throw a fit.

Also love the idea of even other Gothamites going, yeah, the bats are more than a little feral, even for us lol. They've seen it all from the gleeful murder-baby first Robin to the trying-to-bite-your-ears-off second Robin to gonna-jump-off-this-bridge-and-take-you-with-me Batgirl. To the big bat himself who will see what could account as a straight up mob worth of people and go yeah I can fight that, and actually does, and wins.

Like that's just utterly hilarious to me lol.

Actually, before I forget, I feel like Damian's and Tim's relationship would be better in this. Seeing as Damian is younger and both Tim and Dick are very familiar with being unfamiliar with pup behavior or being forced to try and stop doing it. Which thankfully it wasn't to the extent of Tim, but still. He's the itty bitty baby of the pack who doesn't want to let anyone go the moment he realizes they won't betray him. Similar to how Tim is once he finally realizes the Waynes won't leave him and actually want him to stay.

Also remind me to sketch out the different fangs when my hands aren't shaking lol

Oh Tim DEFINITELY rips into the gossip mags.

He may be a lil pup and semi-recently got placed with the Wayne Pack, but by GOD is he going to send some angry emails.

Honestly I can see him reaching out to the daily planet as ‘Bruce’ and setting up an interview to clear it all up.

But until that happens, Tim gets scruffed and brought into the nest SO often to calm him down.

Like. Calm down pup! You are TOO angy!

Speaking of Tim and Damian’s relationship- they have the best relationship by far in the Pack. Tim can and will throw down for his new little brother. And the brotherly instincts he never had before (and thusly never had to stifle before) doesn’t help either.

Dami is more or less constantly following either his Mum, Jason, or Tim.

If he has to, he’ll tag along with Dick and Alfred, but in order of his favorite pack members Tim is definitely up there with Jason and Bruce.

He can and will use the fact that he’s just an itty bitty pup and whine and whine to get carried around. He may be an independent pup, and he DOES like to wander around on his own, but he absolutely loves being engulfed by his packmate’s scents.

It’s so very different to when he first left the cloning pod and all he could smell was blood and sterile alcohols.

And finally for how Gotham views the Feral Bats??

It’s DEFINITELY like that. Gotham is in awe over their guardians (and I can’t help but see them putting the Batfamily up as embodiments of the city, Gothamites definitely definitely made shrines for the Batfamily that dot about the city)

The Agent, the one who walked the streets long before the Bat flew for the first time, who holds ears in the highest of places and knows far too much that he rarely shares with others. The one who was only connected to the bats far, far down the line.

The Motherly-Protective Bat who has claws like in the old days, who bares his fangs and rips into flesh with no hesitation to protect his city-pups and actual pups. Who dragged the first of the costumed rogues back to Arkham by sheer force and detective skills.

The First Robin who was gleefully blood thirsty, somehow the most animalistic of the pack as he chirped and trilled and danced in the air. Flying like his namesake as he bares his puppy fangs in a barely constrained aggressive smirk.

The Batgirl (Cuckoo) who nearly flew as well as the First Robin, the one who chirped and warbled and forced herself into the Bat’s nest and first showed the City what happened to those who hurts those the Bat holds dear and who showed what happened to who the Bat deems as unwelcome to his territory.

The Nightingale, the first of the robins to grow up, the one with fangs he never hid and a voice as sweet as his feathers. The one who talks as much as he growls, the one who shreds his enemies with enough cheer and electricity to drown a clown.

The Second Robin, (Cardinal, clad in blood reds and spiked feathers, somehow still in the familiar designs of the First Robin) the one taken far too soon who didn’t quite fly as he did glide. The one who hid in his mother’s cape, only leaving to fight and protect-protect-protect just like his mother. The one who showed what happened to those who ignore that they were chased out of the Bat’s territory.

The Third Robin (Crow, Clad in blacks and shiny feathers but still the familiar Robin design) The one who is too smart for his own good- the one who ended the grip that the Bat’s bloodstained claws held on the city. He clings to his mother, only leaving to find more of his pack.

The Forth Robin, (Starling, purples and blacks and shimmering feathers that seem to mirror your face back at you) The blending of Batgirl and Robin, the one who was dragged into the Bat Pack when Crow wandered too far from his mother and needed her help finding his way back to the nest. All the gracefulness of the Bats and the Aggressiveness of the Robins twirled into one sparkling purple attack.

The Cardinal, the second of the robins to grow up, the one who took the name that was whispered in the alleys as his own. Who came into the scene with a splash of blood as bright and soaking as his initial departure. Who’s eyes glow with Unseen bloodlust and protection that followed his mother’s steps.

[noxspluto]

a heart’s heavy sorrow

summary: it wasn’t long that she had been a part of the Van Der Linde gang, she learned the ways quickly, though a dark past still loomed over her, closing in on her faster than she realizes.

tags: slow burn, trauma, eventual smut, eventual fluff, violence, medium to high honor arthur morgan

chap. 1/?

The horses nose was cold, nuzzling into her hand as she pet and brushed the soft light mane, her mind focused on the dirt washing away, eyes tired.

The days have been hard and long, with extreme weather change from blistering heat to the hard downpour of rain, with the skies finally breaking through the dark clouds and allowing the moon to shine down on the camp, with minimal lighting surrounding her and the entire area, yet still giving a relaxed view of the stars.

She finished caring for the horses and began to store the supplies, her chores finally ending for the day. Now what remained was the bliss of peace and stew that sat in the pot, giving off interesting smell. At least it was food.

Walking over to the pot, she poured herself a ladle full, and sat by the now dimly lit fire that warmed her cold hands. The sky was lit with tiny white stars, constellations forming and the bar of the galaxy ripping through the sky. She basked in the view, considering her fondness of outer space. It wasn’t often she had time to appreciate the stars above, nor read and study each and every spark in the sky, but she would gladly admire them. Her body had never felt more stable with the moon comforting her from above, though the night is the least of her worries, it’s whats found in the dark that scares her the most.

She let her mind wander as she ate slowly, ignoring the tangy taste of the stew, too tired enough to care, happy enough to stay alive, the feeling enveloping her in a hug. Even though each day was a never ending cycle of chores, and each night was a consistently made stew of barely any ingredients that offered any flavor, she was grateful for the life she had, though it was repetitive. Anything was better than the life she shed before joining the Van Der Linde gang.

A horses trot and cheers caused her to snap out of her trance, causing her to turn her head in curiosity. A man entered the camp on his large horse, with what seemed to be the new meals for the next couple of days.

Arthur was back.

He greeted everyone, lifting a huge deer off the back of his horse, while young Tilly and Sean happily thanked him for gathering more edible food, other than what Pearson had cooked in the stew.

She put the bowl down and hesitated, before giving Arthur a small wave, though was ignored by his busy hands as he hauled the deer over to Pearson’s station. She was too tired to gather any courage to greet him as the others have done, so she instead closed her tent and lied down, letting exhaustion take over.

—

Arthur set the deer on Pearson’s table, it hitting it with a loud thud.

“Now, you can cook somethin’ worth eatin’, right?” Arthur commented, gesturing to the animal with a raised eyebrow, eyeing the other man who rolled his eyes. “If you had gone out sooner, we would’ve had a better meal!” Pearson replied, causing Arthur to laugh. “In case you haven’t noticed, which you must not have, ‘cause i ain’t been here, been busy.” Arthur remarked, turning to walk off to his tent, leaving Pearson mumbling some other excuse, he chose not to listen.

Arthur sat on his bed with a groan, loosening his sore muscles, rolling his shoulders. Everything ached in some way or another, he just usually brushed it off and continued on, reaping the consequences when he has a chance to relax. His eyes narrowed, searching the camp, ensuring everyone was as far away as he wishes them to be, before pulling out his journal to begin a light sketch of the scenery he had encountered while hunting earlier that day. His pencil moved smoothly across the paper, capturing the trees that shaded above an old shack he discovered, quickly shading the area before writing a short passage about his time away from camp. Once finished, he closed the book and let his mind rest, eyes closed for the night.

—

Her breath was ripped from her lungs, a barely audible scream emerging between her lips as she sat up in cold sweat, frantically searching around the tent. The voices looped through her head as she gasped through her panic, hand on her tight chest, feeling as if she were to die right then and there. Her shaking legs pushed helped push her further back against the small cot, her eyes trying to process her surroundings while her body was determined to tell her she was in danger. It wasn’t until she noticed a tall figure standing outside her tent that she was able to collect herself, tears streaking down her face while she hurriedly brushed them aside, covering her mouth in attempts to keep air in her lungs.

“Miss? You all right miss?” The voice outside the tent became audible, her ears letting noise in slowly, vision becoming more prominent.

“Yes! Sorry, woke up, could’ve sworn i’d seen someone next to my cot!” She replied loudly, hoping her shaking voice wouldn’t give her away as much, praying for him to stay outside the tent.

“Screamed loud enough, thought you were in danger,” The voice laughed a bit.

Hosea.

She wiped her eyes and stood, meeting him outside the tent, putting on her best smile. Hosea looked her up and down and had a slight frown of worry written on his face, the lines on his forehead displaying concern more than she would have asked for. “Perhaps you had a bad dream, then?” He questioned, looking you in the eye.

“A bit, nothing to be concerned about,” She murmured, shaking her head. Hosea didn’t push further, but still watched her closely enough.

Hosea had always made her feel welcome, since the day she was picked up by the gang. He taught her valuable wisdom and kept an eye on her through the harshest times, especially the night he had found her half dead in the snow up in the mountains, and panicked he was, hovering over her cold body, yelling for help.

She inhaled deeply and pushed the memories away, following Hosea as he explained the trip they were about to take together.

“Reckon once your horse is ready, you come with me to town, yeah? Gonna pick up a few things, and get you out of this camp for a little while,” Hosea said, his tone cheerful enough to put her at ease.

“Here,” He handed her a saddle for the horse they’d picked up in town a few days back. “Get her ready.”

She did so, saddling the horse up and tightening the straps, checking the bags and ensuring her needed items were where they should be. She patted the horse a few times, looking up at her shiny mane and curious eyes, she felt a sense of calm with her horse.

“Seen how you’ve been lookin’ lately miss,” He turned to her as he prepared the saddle on his own horse. “If there’s anything botherin’ ya, allow me listen, alright?” He said, strapping down his rifle to the bag.

She smiled a bit, thankful for his kind words. “I will, thank you mister Matthews.”

They pulled themselves up on their horses and begun the way down to town, grateful for the cold air and slight breeze that blew through her hair. Better than the boiling hot weather they’d suffered through just a few days back.

“So, miss,” Hosea spoke up, bringing your attention forward. “Have you taken a likin’ to the group? Getting along with everyone okay?” He asked, his light tone meaning nothing more than an enthusiastic conversation, something she’d only witnessed from him.

“Everyone’s been just lovely Mister Matthews, just fear i’d be bringing them down sometimes,” She spoke truthfully, thoughts overrun by the lack of efficiency she has compared to each member. Chores seem to take longer than they have to, and Miss Grimshaw already yelled at you twice, once for her lack of ability and the other for her own lack of patience she had for the poor girl.

“Oh, nonsense, young girl! You’re doing just fine,” Hosea waved her thoughts off, relief washing over her only slightly. “You’ll get the hang of everything in no time, you’ll be huntin’ with me or Arthur soon enough!”

Her eyes widened at the thought of Arthur. “Oh, I don’t think he likes me very much Mister Matthews,” She replied lightheartedly, laughing as a shield of her undoubted worry. Hosea only laughed.

“He’s like that with everyone, he’ll come around.”

She nodded, one hand running absentmindedly through her horses mane, attempting to allow herself to believe his words.

—

It wasn’t until later that evening did Hosea and the woman return to camp, the man leading them up the path to the hitch, settling the horses in for the night. She removed her saddle and brushed her horse, telling Hosea she’d do the same for his horse. He didn’t protest.

Soup was cooking in the pot above the campfire, Pearson stirring cautiously, examining the pot with intensity she didn’t understand. A few of the gang members surrounded the fire, breaking into song, Javier strumming delicately on his guitar while others danced. Such a peaceful group, a calm night.

She walked to her tent, spotting Arthur across the camp in his own, sitting on the edge of his bed, hunched over what seemed to be a journal. She found herself staring for quite too long when he looked up, watching the others around the camp, then turning and seeing her standing in her tent entryway. She quickly opened the flaps and shut herself in.

It wasn’t that Arthur scared her. She was just scared of what he could do. As a person, as an outlaw, as whomever he was at the moment that him and the gang had discovered her, his actions spoke louder than himself. Seeing the absolute anger in his eyes that night was terrifying, him finding out m what the raiders did—what they wanted to do, sent him in a fiery rage that instantly murdered the people that laid a hand on her, even without him knowing her at all. At that moment, it was only him, him walking into that cabin, the place suddenly aflame with screams of terror and shots ringing out, while Hosea and another man—Dutch, she remembered—aided in her safety, covering her in the softest coat, shielding the scars from the rest.

Tears formed, instantly pouring down, air ripped from her lungs as she found herself struggling to breathe, hands coming to her throat, no, no, they were hers, she tried to open the imaginary restriction around her neck to no avail, heart pounding, head screaming as she tried to regain her composure.

She wanted to yell for help, she felt them closing in, crawling over her, prying her open, yet no one came.

No one is here to save you.

—

Arthur hummed along as he wrote.

Peace was something I ain’t experience much, but tonight was a particularly welcoming night, whole camp is in a good mood, puts me right in one too. The new addition seems a bit…withdrawn, don’t blame her though, after all she’d been through. I wish nothin’ but hell on all those involved that night, wish i could’ve been there sooner. Poor woman doesn’t deserve any of that. Hoping she comes ‘round soon, want her to have a better life, though not sure the best life is a life with a group of outlaws.

He looked up, smiling a bit to himself as he wanted the gang members pour their souls out into song, and pour alcohol down their throats, happily enjoying themselves. He glanced to see the woman looking at him, with seemingly fearful eyes, before darting into her tent. He titled his head in curiosity, debating whether or not to see what that was all about.

“Arthur! Arthur, come join us, big man!” The Irish man goaded, approaching Arthur with two bottles in either hand. “Have a drink ‘n’ let loose, live a little!” Sean slurred, while Arthur gave him a demeaning glare.

“I ain’t takin’ part of your, shenanigans, “Arthur mumbled, standing up to push Sean the other direction, the ginger protesting as he did so.

“Ah, yer no fun Arthur!” Sean waved, strutting away, off to pester another camp member, Arthur presumed.

It wasn’t for another couple hours later, did the camp calm down, allowing Arthur to finally close his eyes. He wasn’t the party type, and was exhausted enough to feel irritable about the commotion outside his tent. He felt himself drift off, sleep pulling him away to utter darkness.

—

She woke, eyes heavy, breathing ragged, body feeling numb on the cot. She stared at the ceiling of the tent, throat dry and hurt, her eyes feeling slightly wet. She wasn’t sure when she’d fallen asleep, or if she had only passed out.

Regardless, it was morning, and she had responsibilities. She refused to let the events of a couple months ago get the better of her, she despised the thought of becoming weaker, of feeling more fragile, her mind and body breaking under the pressure.

So she stood up, though shakily, and quickly changed clothes for the day, ready to face it as if it was a new challenge.

[multifandom-worlds]

My First Noel

Genre: Angsty fluff

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Angst (duh, it's me LOL), feelings of loneliness and inadequacy,

Authors Note:I'm sorry it's so angsty! I really tried! It is written from Loki's POV

Tagging: @simplyholl @holdmytesseract @lokiprompts @dryyoursaltyoceantears @buttercupcookies-blog @ladyofthestayingpower

Sitting amongst the group can still lead to a world of loneliness. I was “included” in the group, sure, but I still didn’t belong. That much was obvious. Everyone got these thoughtful, well-intentioned gifts, while I got simple, meaningless, trivial nonsense. Even my brother, the one I foolishly believed would break the mould and get something meaningful, let me down. I found my attention returning constantly to her. 

She sat in a chair closest to the fire, a blanket wrapped around herself, gifts and declarations of love surrounding her, yet none mattered; her attention was focused solely on the notebook in her hands. She would look up occasionally but nothing more than a quick glance. When she concentrates, her tongue sticks out the corner of her mouth, what I wouldn’t give to feel that tongue against mine.

Hours pass of the same things, being neglected by the group, on this, the day of supposed merriment where friends and enemies are one. I silently rise from my chair and retire to my room. Why grace them with my presence when it’s not wanted or required? Deep in my soul, I had hoped that today would be different, but it appears I was wrong again. 

I settled into my chair by the window with a book, trying to distract my brain from the overwhelming feelings of loneliness, when the faintest knock came at my door. A war raged between my head and my heart. Perhaps it was her coming to check on me? But then again, maybe it was Stark, drunkenly asking why I was no longer with them. Ultimately, my heart won out, hope sparking in my soul.

I rise from my chair before taking measured steps over to the door and pulling it open, only to see an envelope on the floor, my name scribed on the front. I know that handwriting; she was here. I quickly looked down the hallway, but I had taken too long to open the door; she was gone. 

I pick up the envelope and turn to the solace of my room, sitting down to rip it open, careful not to destroy the contents therein. There were two pieces of paper, one evidently from her sketchbook; the other was a mystery. I decided to open that one first, revealing a handwritten note.

Loki,

It hurts me to see you neglected when you deserve so much. Seeing how the others look right past you when it’s clear you need today more than anything. I’m sorry it appeared I was ignoring you, too; I promise I was not. I was actually working on your gift - you are the only one to receive a gift from me this year. It is enclosed in this envelope if you are interested. If not, do with this letter and gift as you see fit. Worldly possessions mean nothing to you; that is why I had hoped this gift would bring you joy somehow. I had hoped this view into my mind would be enough to make you feel wanted.

Over this year, I realized I have fallen so in love with you. You carry yourself the dignity and poise of a King but possess a scholar's knowledge. You have the humour of a court jester and the heart of a maiden. It is that heart of yours I have been drawn to. It’s that heart that makes me weak. If my feelings for you are mutual, meet me in the lounge at midnight once everyone is asleep. 

She had not signed the letter, but I have seen her writing many times to know who it belongs to. I draw out the second paper, opening the carefully folded parchment to reveal a detailed sketch of me; sitting in the chair, I spent a fair portion of the evening downstairs. The way she got the drape of my clothing, the sparkle of the lights in my eyes. 

A soft smile draws on my lips, holding the portrait to my chest, my heart thudding at the realization that someone cared. Someone looked at me like I mattered, like someone wanted me. The 12 chimes of midnight drew my attention. It was now or never. I swung my door open before walking towards the elevator. How long would she wait for me? Would she still be there when I got there? 

A million and one things rushed through my head when I stepped foot into the elevator, her note and her drawing clutched tightly to my chest. This was my one chance, my one opportunity to have something good, to feel wanted - I can’t mess this up. If only this damned elevator would hurry up!

12:02. 2 minutes since the designated meeting time. I round the corner into the lounge, hoping to a god more powerful than I that she would still be there. There she stood; the only light illuminating her was the tree's lights. She turned around with a brilliant smile on her perfect lips as I entered the room.

“You came…” She said softly, looking me up and down. I could feel her eyes on me; the very feeling alone set my soul ablaze.

“You asked me too,” I answer, walking towards her. It took all my willpower not to kiss her right then and there. “Thank you for this..” I add, dropping my hand from my chest and showing her the note and drawing. “This is more than I could ever ask for. For someone to see me as something more than a monster. I will cherish this drawing.”

“Did you just come here to thank me for your gift? If that’s the case, you’re welcome. I’m going to be going now.” She said, her voice broken. 

She pushed past me towards the door before I stopped her, grabbing her hand as she passed. “Dove, please don’t leave… I’m not ready to watch someone I love walk away from me. I will cherish this drawing, not because it was a gift but because you drew it. Every time I look at this, I think of the note you wrote me, how you love me. I will never find someone better for me than you, Dove. I would love to show you all of me if you would have me.”

She looks at me questioningly, “What are you saying, Loki..?”.

“My Dove, my freedom, my hope. Will you be my partner on this day, my first Earth Christmas?”

[booksteaandtoomuchtv]

Witchy Woman (0.5/10)

AO3 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

LOOK AT THIS STUNNING ARTWORK BY @cocohook38

Summary: When Emma came into her position as Storybrooke Coven Leader, she ended things with the powerful Vampire Overlord, Killian Jones. She’s spent over a decade working alongside him and ignoring the growing tension between them.

During his best mate’s wedding, Killian decides he is done waiting. He is ready to have his mate back in his arms (and bed) again. Emma is not an easy woman to woo, but Killian has never backed down from a challenge.

When Emma’s jilted ex-boyfriend returns to town and Emma goes missing, Killian will stop at nothing to get her back and ensure that nothing can ever separate them again.

Rating: E

CW: Mention of domestic abuse, blood and blood drinking (vampires), threatening situations, minor violence, death, mention of parental death

Entry for Captain Swan Supernatural Summer 2023 (@cssns)

Tagging: @kmomof4, @undercaffinatednightmare, @jrob64, @zaharadessert, @elfiola, @anmylica, @tiganasummertree, @stahlop, @xarandomdreamx, @teamhook

Author Notes: Some aspects of this are based on the Stay a Spell series by Juliette Cross. If you haven’t read them, the books are very fun paranormal romance novels that you can devour in a week and apparently keep thinking about them for a few years until you do a rewrite and make it your CSSNS fic. (For clarity: The storyline is new, but the relationship arc is loosely Ruben and Jules.) I hope everyone has had an incredible Captain Swan Supernatural Summer. It has been such a treat reading everyone's amazing stories and seeing all the lovely art.

I could not have written this without the cheering and support of @kmomof4 and many other ladies on the CSMM Discord. They continue to be the most encouraging group. I am always excited to share my silly words and little sketches with them.

A massive thank you to @ultraluckycatnd for her time, patience, and feedback. Beta-ing is always hard work. Beta-ing for a self-conscious tinkerer is all the more challenging. Thank you!

A tremendous thank you to @cocohook38 for the beautiful artwork. I have always adored your work and having something drawn by you that was ‘inspired’ by my silly words is a bit of a dream come true. (I squealed with utter delight upon seeing your initial sketches the first time. AMAZING!!) Thank you! <3 <3 <3

As always, a thank you is owed to my spouse for being "volunteered" to be the alpha-reader and writing partner for this fic and for bringing so many cups of hot tea and snack plates at odd hours.

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Fifteen Years Ago…

Emma’s breath caught at the beauty of the vampire before her; the waves of his dark hair begged her to run her hands through it, his sharp jaw, framed by auburn stubble, was softened by a crooked smile that was melting her resolve. She didn’t think she would ever get used to the way just the sight of him affected her. It wouldn’t be a problem much longer.

They’d only been together for a few weeks, but Emma felt lost in the depth of the connection that she shared with Killian. He seemed to read her moods and her thoughts as naturally as breathing and she felt him as if he were an extension of her own heart and mind.

As she approached where he worked, she tucked those thoughts away.

When he looked up at her and cocked his head, eyebrow raised, she savoured the adoration and openness that she saw in his eyes. She wasn’t ready for him to stop looking at her as if she were the most incredible thing that had ever happened to him. Just rip off the band-aid, Emma.

His expression changed to one of concern as he took in her erratic heartbeat and the sour scent of stress radiating from her. “Swan?”

The gentleness of his voice and the worry in his tone made her eyes prickle. She held on tightly to the tears; she would not cry. Not yet.

“Killian, I can’t… we can’t…” Her voice was stronger than she expected, but the words tore at the depths of her soul and shattered her heart. She took a breath and stored her heart away - the burning and ripping sensation too much to bear - before she continued. “We’re done.”

“Do I get a say in this?” Killian asked. The words were mild and light as if he were asking after their supper plans, but his eyes were narrowed- gauging the situation and seeking out alternate avenues.

Emma let out a humourless laugh. “It won’t change anything. We can’t be together.”

He stared at her for a long moment, before he replied. When he did speak, his voice was broken with emotion, “One day, Emma, you will have to open your heart for someone. If ever you are done playing the coward, I hope that you will find whatever it is that I couldn’t give you. And, I truly hope that you never feel even a quarter of the pain that I feel now.”

A storm of emotions flashed in his eyes, but he quickly hid it away beneath the calm and collected demeanour he had honed over the centuries of his long life. He kissed her gently on the forehead before he vanished into the evening.

Once he was too far for her to sense, her knees buckled and the ground rushed to catch her. His warm embrace was replaced by the damp grass soaking through her jeans. As her tears fell heavily down her face, she balled up against the sobs slamming through her. She was in too many pieces scattered about too effectively to ever be whole again.

[creativesplat]

Do you have any head cannons for Alfred, Alear, Etie, and Veyle?

Thank you for the ask! :)

Alear: 

Has a massive scar where Sombron fatally wounded her, it occasionally still twinges, particularly when she’s stressed 

Likes almost every food under the sun. She's not the biggest fan of meat for breakfast, but aside from that, she isn't fussed. She loves practically everything.

She sometimes has nice dreams about children playing with her, or a sweet woman talking to her. These are vague half-heard things from her time asleep, like Queen Eve keeping her company when Lumera wasn't able to, or Alfred playing make-believe beside her bed when he was too poorly to go outside.

She never fully understands why the corrupted scare her so much.

Is the biggest sommie lover ever. She’s the sort of person to carry round photos of him and show them to everyone and then herself. She loves Sommie. So. Much.

Sleeps with Sommie on her bed when she’s frightened, or feels like she’s going to have nightmares 

She hates cooking but can. Like. Sort of. It’s bland and kind of meh, but at least it’s not what Alfred cooks. 

Sleepy. Always sleepy. Just a very tired bean. 

Only exercises and trains out of necessity, if she had it her way, she would do less of it. She is not the biggest exercise fan 

Slowly gains a few more memories after the war ends

The nightmares she gets are mainly memories that she repressed or half-forgot 

Enjoys playing with Veyle’s hair. She sometimes does haircare days with Seadall, Celine, and Veyle. 

She hated her red hair at first, but tries to start liking it, after Veyle mentioned struggling with accepting her Fell heritage. 

Plays the piano and sings well, that and polishing weapons and jewellery are some of her favourite hobbies 

If she was in a modern au she would be a bit of a gamer

Alfred: 

Literally a menace of a brother. Has stolen Celine’s makeup, hair kit, and perfume before, but also buys her the best teas ever so, she doesn’t complain (too much!) 

When he was sick as a child he cuddled Sommie a lot (because his family visited the Somniel and Lumera was a family friend)

Very fussy eater, he only eats ‘healthy’ food, and also crepes on occasion. He does like crepes. 

The WORST cook ever. Absolutely disgusting. 0/10 never let him cook

Picked up the flute to strengthen his lung capacity, and has become rather good at playing

He didn’t have many friends as a child, because he spent long stretches of it bed ridden, so he would play imagination games with Alear the Dragon princess, and Alfred the cool-and-strong prince. Most of them involved playing tag together but sometimes he would imagine them battling against evil armies (there was always a bad wizard who caused sicknesses in those) 

As a child he needed mobility aids, and particularly liked his wheel-chair (which he used with a hobby-horse sometimes) and later in life, when he had attacks of his illness, he had to use mobility aids again

Like the Pinterest of the Somniel. If Rosado is ever art-blocked he’ll just go and sketch Alfred 

He’s canonically a very handsome guy (Sharina’s intro etc) but he’s fairly oblivious to it. 

With such muscular retainers, and people like Seadall around, he can sometimes feel quite insecure 

Etie: 

Buff as heck. I don’t care about the character model. She’s ripped

Quite intense as a gym friend. She and Alfred sometimes egg each other on too much, and Boucheron has to step in to make sure they don’t hurt themselves via overexercising 

She has given Alfred food poisoning before with one of her ‘muscle stimulants’ 

Can jog for longer than Alfred. He is very jealous. 

She can almost lift the same weight as Boucheron, if she really pushes herself, and is working up to beating him in deadlifts 

Veyle: 

She keeps pieces of Alear’s dragon stone with her always, and eventually makes some of them into two rings, so she and Alear can always be connected 

Her spice tolerance is higher than anyone in the army

She doesn’t like milk or cream that much 

She needs her hair trimmed a lot, but mainly the black bits. She gets a lot of split ends. 

She really likes swimming, and is regularly at the pool 

Plays tactical RPGs with Robin and Lucina’s emblems. 

Sometimes imagines what life would have been like growing up with Lumera as her mother and Alear as her big sister.