#thank you margaret!!

[loopnoid]

more mash nonsense i've been accumulating. yes i can draw things that are not bj and hawkeye sometimes. that being said nsfw(?) beejhawk under the cut

[canirove]

My Lady Jane (2024) | Lady Margaret Grey | 73/73

[mashbrainrot]

[remyfire]

We were robbed.

[bardengarde]

I JUST COMMISSIONED THIS BEAUTIFUL AND TENDER BEEJHAWK PIECE FROM MY FRIEND @doodlehistory PLEASE BE INSANE ABOUT IT WITH ME

[finzphoenix]

A wee page about Foxy's first encounter with Riddler, in which she helps his victim spell the right answers using ASL, commissioned by the amazing @wingedqueenlynx! Here is the link to their story, go check it out! ^///^🖤🤍

Margaret, Foxy (c) wingedqueenlynx Riddler (c) DC comics Art (c) FinzPhoenix

[fictionadventurer]

A Biltmore Christmas may be the first Hallmark movie to drive me to fanfic.

[saltseashark]

4077 but make it PINK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (request doodles and stupid edits)

[kurayamineko]

Liella! - Hajimari wa Kimi no Sora ~11 ver.~

[lizmitches]

i n t e r f e r e n c e

[hballegro]

i drew sunflowers for her <3

regretted it immediately but by then i had already finalized the halter-top tennis-skort romper-outfit idea and the nice happy yellow. eough

mulcahy

sidney

bj hunnicutt

jesus fucking christ i have to do a tall person next this is way out of hand. she was supposed to stand next to BJ but hes too fucking tall

anyway i am chronically bad at drawing women. i am no michaelangelo but i feel like those painters that haphazardly slap some bazongas on a very muscled man and go 'there'

bts again [not that fun];

here you can see me going slightly more boxy. as i am want to do. before i Membered

brief panic [trust me when i say it is vital to her face as a whole]

might eventually replace bj's dogtags with a whistle.

anyway

four down. i HAVE to do someone in green next. ive given 6'7" BJ THREE short people. hes too fucking hugelarge

[finisnihil]

If you claim to write a feminist retelling of a Greek myth and then use it to villainize all female characters but the one the story circulates around I will be feeding you to the mares of Diomedes sorry not sorry

[dontbehorridhenry95]

ya know

i love the tv version of horrid henry

i do

but they uh they kind of took away sour susans personality

in the books she doesn't put up with margarets as she does in the show

in fact sometimes she fights back!!

[remyfire]

This man will find any excuse to stand dick-to-ass with somebody he cares for and I greatly appreciate that unique love language.

[missholloween]

31. A kiss goodbye with Samuel/Margaret

It was early morning. The sun had barely woken up, lazily warming the night’s blues with its yellows and oranges. Samuel Stratford was looking at the sky, lost in thought.

Sunrise had always been one of Samuel’s favorite parts of the day: for a brief fraction of time, the waking world met the dreaming, not quite awake yet. It was a moment of peace, away from the noise of the press or the racket of the streets, way before the world started turning.

During his youth, Samuel used sunrise as a moment to think when something was on his mind. As he grew older, he had to let go of the habit, as his work at the paper stand and later The Sun would steal most of his time.

That morning, though, he found himself with a notebook in his hands and his eyes locked on the sun, which shone brighter than it ever had. Was that part of Lincoln Island’s magic too, those golden lights? Was it another one of the Blazing World’s gifts, far away from his grip? Was it just another wonder for him to witness?

Samuel had been a storyteller for many years, and had learned how to look way before that. Why now was he unable to do it without feeling self-conscious? Why now was he feeling useless? Everyone on the island seemed to be working towards something, a brushstroke in a bigger picture Samuel was just beginning to see. Was there a place for his paintbrush? Or would he just fade beneath the colors of others?

“Some things never change, don’t they? You’re always with your notebook.”

Margaret was leaning at the room’s door, looking at Samuel.

Ever since they had arrived, Margaret hadn’t stayed still. Samuel had never seen Margaret happier, always talking with someone, doing something that would get her closer to her lost memories. Samuel wasn’t quite sure of what she had done, but, by the look on her face and the dirt on her dress, it didn’t seem easy.

“Good morning, Margaret– Or good night? I don’t think I saw you go to bed last night.”

“I was with Sia and my brother out in the fields–”

“Your brother?” Samuel asked, leaving his notebook on the side.

Margaret couldn’t hold her smile. She also couldn’t fight the tears. “Dakkar.” She felt how the name felt right in her mouth, how much she had missed it. “I remembered, Samuel, in the fields!”

Margaret’s glee was contagious. Samuel quickly up and embraced her, holding her close to his chest. He felt Margaret’s grip, as strong as his. He felt her breath on his chest, as well as the tears that ran through her face.

“I’m so happy for you, Margaret.” Samuel noticed his voice was breaking too, although he didn’t know why.

After some seconds the couple separated, sitting near the window at Granite House.

“Tell me everything!” Samuel said, full of enthusiasm. “How was it? Have you remembered everything yet?– Oh! Are there any new magic ways you’ve discovered?” Samuel noticed how his words were getting faster and faster. “… Or maybe tell me how you’re feeling?”

Margaret laughed softly, gently caressing Samuel’s hand. “I feel… I feel like myself. Every time I use my magic, every time I remember something new, I am closer to the person I used to be… And it feels right.”

Samuel couldn’t help but smile. “I’m glad to hear it. There’s so much more for you to discover...”

“There’s so much more for us to discover.” Margaret got closer to Samuel, taking his hands. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you, Samuel.”

“I bet you could’ve found another writer elsewhere–”

“But they wouldn’t be as intelligent, or hardworking, or resilient, or lovely as you are.” Samuel laughed, as Margaret continued talking. “No matter what will happen, I know you’ll be there.”

“It’s the least I can do.”

“It’s so much more than most do.”

Margaret got closer to Samuel and leaned in for a kiss. It was gentle, gentle as he had always been to her. Samuel got closer to Margaret, reducing the distance between both of them. For a moment, nothing would separate them. It felt right. They didn’t let go until Samuel ran out of breath.

“I’ll be going to get some sleep,” said Margaret. “See you in the morning?”

Samuel laughed. “Is that what we’re calling the afternoon now?”

“I guess it is now.” Margaret leaned in and kissed Samuel’s forehead. “Goodbye, Samuel.”