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[4leaf]

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moon river // part one

summary: people in lincoln county are dropping dead alongside their livestock, the wells are running dry and children are prompted from their beds to wander unconsciously in the night. billy has been hired as a last resort by the lawmen as a bounty hunter, charged with the task of hunting and killing the witch responsible in exchange for a reward and the clearing of his name. how could he turn that down?

pairing: william h. bonney x fem!reader

wc: 7.6k

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tags/warnings: witch!reader x bounty hunter!billy, warning for like,,, witchcraft and stuff i suppose?? mentions of death, minor amounts of gore and animal mutilation. devil worship and other supernatural/biblical tea. also angst. probably.

a/n: impulsive new series dw ab it. i'm thinking this'll be only a few parts but based on how long part one is, i don't think that means much lol. buckle in.

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The reward had been posted for weeks, and any man who dared to set foot in the woods on the hunt for the witch who had been cursing local crops and killing livestock didn't return at all. Billy was confident, though. He could draw and shoot quicker than anyone, and he had not only been offered the reward, but also the clearing of his name and a clean slate- and damn if that wasn't an impossible offer to turn down. Even if the sheriff was pretty damn desperate in order to seek Billy out unarmed to beg him to go after this witch.

Rifle in hand, he walked for hours hunting for a girl he'd only heard rumours of. Of her pretty hair that fell in enchanting waves and her bright, sparkling eyes that were deceptive in a way that could suck a man in and kill him with nothing more than a quick flick of her wrist. But he'd met plenty of girls like that before. He also heard she was horrid, scary and old and plucked straight from everyone's mother's horror stories passed onto them as children to keep them in their beds at night. In truth, he had no clue what he was walking into.

The forest was quiet today, eerily so, without even the chirping of birds or the wind in the trees to keep him company on the foot journey. Nothing. He wasn't welcome here and something deep inside of him knew it. Walking into a clearing, he gets only the mildest relief as the wind brushes the long grass against his boots and the woods isn't suffocating him any longer. Until the breath is vacuumed straight out of his lungs when he sees the first sign of life in miles.

This girl must be his age, of all the things he heard he didn't truly expect that. It was hard to tell as she was crouched over one of many graves in the open clearing, the sun making her hair glow like it had hand picked that surface to reflect off of. She can't be the witch everyones afraid of. He can even hear her now, the subtle humming of a tune coming from her lips as she laid out flowers from a basket below the shoddy cross. This was just a girl taking care of a forgotten grave, that was all. Despite his better judgement, he wants to believe that.

"Hello?" He calls, tilting his head slightly as he takes a hesitant step closer across the clearing.

You already knew he was there, of course. You could feel the shift in the air when he entered the space a minute or so prior. You turn your head, standing up straight again and brushing off the front of your dress.

"Hello, there." You reply, offering him a small smile as you pick up the basket from your feet. Admittedly, he was the youngest (and handsomest) of the men you assume had come to kill you, but you're surprised the woods had even let him get this close. The forest can see something in him you could not, clearly. Who are you to deny its very will?

The power in your skin thrums like a second heartbeat in your fingertips and against your ribcage, and you bring a hand up to grasp at the crystal hanging around your neck.

He notices the way your hand tightens around the necklace in your fingers almost anxiously, and it makes his own hand subconsciously itch to raise his rifle as he takes another step closer towards you. He swallows, trying his damndest to not show even a flicker of fear behind his eyes. There is none. She's just a girl, he has to convince himself, but you can see it. Feel it in the air around him even as he stands perfectly steady and strong in front of you.

"Who are you?"

A pretty girl, alone in a forest that no-one else dares tread into. It's a curious sight, and it only serves to make him more on edge. No one in their right mind would be in this forest of their own will.

You tilt your head slightly, watching him as he steps closer but making no attempt to move away yourself.

You answer with your name, soft and sweet as honey as you twist the chain around your neck slightly, eyes locked now on the gun in his hands.

"You're..." You pause for a moment to think, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes. "Billy. That's your name, right?"

His hand tightens on his rifle. The feeling of being somewhere he was never supposed to have entered made beads of sweat roll down the back of his neck as he felt the air thicken all around them. "How do you know that?"

You hesitate on how to answer. You can't very well tell him that you felt it, that you just knew. That you just knew he was here to kill you. You are far from the most social of girls, but you had to save face.

"You look like a Billy." You smile softly. "And it's a common enough name, is it not? A safe guess."

His eyes narrow slightly as his grip on the rifle relaxes. You were hiding something, that much was blatantly clear just from looking at your face, but still, he couldn't imagine someone like you to be the reason the townsfolk kept their doors locked and children well away come sundown.

"I suppose." He finally says, a hand coming up from his rifle to pull his low brimmed hat off his head- a small show of reluctant respect. Though, he still keeps his distance.

Your smile relaxes a little bit just as the subtle sounds of birds chirping and the wind through the leaves surrounds you again in background noise. "It suits you." You tell him, grabbing the basket handle with both hands now.

A hint of surprise flickers across his face at the odd compliment, but it fades just as quickly as it appeared. He lets out a hum of acknowledgement, watching you carefully. If he was being honest, he didn't want to believe that the woman in front of him was a witch. You are far more delicate than that.

"What are you doing out here anyway?"

"Oh, well, I was passing through and saw all these graves. I couldn't help but feel they were lacking some flowers." You explain, lying easily and glancing down at the ones you had already spent time laying lavenders over, five or six of them still looking fresh, without as much grass regrowing over the dirt just yet. "Lavender helps with sleep, you know. It ensures a peaceful rest."

He takes a moment to look at the surrounding graves, his stomach twisting at the sight of how many there were. Ten, at least. He'd seen graveyards before, many times, but something about the lack of proper head stones and the makeshift crosses that were just wooden sticks shoved in the dirt made this feel so much darker.

He frowns as he turns his eyes back to you. "Aren't you afraid of what people say about this place? That it's cursed or something."

"Cursed?" You ask, brow furrowing slightly as you look back at him with a slightly confused smile. "It isn't cursed. It's just a forest."

You knew as much as he seemed to that what you were saying wasn't true, but "cursed" was definitely not the right word to describe it. Though, if the townspeople were saying it was cursed, well, it made more sense as to why people came in here intent on killing you more and more recently.

He can't help but notice the way your smile tightens ever so slightly at the comment, like it was forced to remain on your lips in an attempt to keep up appearances when in reality you wanted to do anything but. You were nervous.

"It don't take a genius to figure out that no one goes in these woods alone for no good reason. A lot of people get lost in here. A lot of people don't come back." He can't help but look back at the headstones of people who most likely went missing, forever lost to the forest. To you. "And I ain't ever seen you in Lincoln."

The two of you stand in the clearing for another moment, neither of you speaking. Neither of you moving as the world around the two of you seems to hold its breath. He feels himself wanting to reach out and touch you, like he was in a trance of sorts. He wants to know what you're hiding, he wants to know who you are. A large part of him already knows, subconsciously wishing it wasn't true.

He tears his eyes away, shaking his head. He wasn't here to make friends, he was here for the reward- not to start sympathizing.

"Oh," You reply quietly, unsure what to say as you force yourself to keep your eyes on him instead of looking over at the fresh graves. "I... I am sorry to hear that."

He studies you for a moment, trying to decipher your carefully worded reply. He can't tell if you actually feel sorry for those who came here and never made it out alive, or if you're just trying to cover up the fact that you may be connected to it.

"It's a shame, really. A lot of good men have gone missing out here, never to be seen again."

He looks like he's about to ask another question before he notices the way your knuckles start to turn white from gripping the basket so hard.

"Your hands are shaking." The observation is formed more like a question, an accusing tone you pick up on easily.

You look down at your hands, eyes widening a bit before you tuck them behind your back with the basket. "Oh, uh... sorry. I can't control it sometimes." You admit sheepishly.

He watches the way you try and hide your hands out of view, and it only serves to make him more suspicious of you. Why would the thought of him seeing your hands shaking make you so anxious?

He doesn't call you out on it, though. "What do you mean can't control it sometimes? Are you nervous?"

"I-I just... I haven't eaten yet today. And it runs in my family, you know. Shaky hands." You explain, trying not to sound as nervous as you are.

"You're lying." He accuses, watching your reaction carefully.

As he speaks the previous chirping of the birds and the wind in the trees and in the grass halts in an instant, like the forest itself was tensing with you. You knew what that meant. Your gaze flickers from his face down to the gun in his hands and back quickly as you take a small step back. "I- I'm not, honestly." You reply with a slightly nervous laugh, trying to lighten the atmosphere again and delay the inevitable. Either he wasn't going to hurt you, or he was the one meant to hurt you. It was a mystery of the universe you were less than eager to discover the outcome of.

His eyes flick over to the surrounding trees as the forest goes quiet, as if it was listening- waiting. He grips the rifle a little tighter when you take a step back, his shoulders tensing slightly.

"You're a very bad liar." He responds, his eyes back on you again. The change in your behaviour doesn't go unnoticed by him, as he slowly starts to lift his rifle to an almost aiming position.

"Don't-" You urge him quickly, your eyes going wide again with more urgency as you hold a hand up to try and stop him. In the same moment he starts to lift his gun, the clouds seem to cover the sun and the beautiful beams of light entering the clearly through the trees is all but gone to gray.

His eyes flick up to the sky as the forest is cast into darkness. He isn't an idiot, he doesn't believe that clouds could move across the sky that quickly- only one other thing could make a place this dark this fast.

"...You did that." He points out with an accusatory tone, his eyes back on you as he adjusts the rifle, aiming the barrel straight at you.

You drop the basket, raising your hands as the still air picks up a somewhat electric buzz to it, the sky darkening further. You didn't know what the forest had done to the other men, but you suspected you were about to find out.

"I-I didn't, I haven't done anything. I swear." You promise him, voice shaking a bit.

He holds the gun steadily as he watches you closely, the way your eyes dart around the clearing as if searching for a way out, the way the air is now thick with something that he can't put his finger on. It's something that makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up, it's something that feels dangerous. He's always been attuned to it.

"Don't bullshit me." He says, cocking the rifle with a click. His eyes watch you like a hawk, the barrel of the gun now pointed directly between your bright, enchanting irises.

"I know why you're here." You stammer out quickly, slowly moving your hands out to your sides toward the trees on either side of you as the leaves start to rustle more urgently in the wind. "I mean... I don't know why but I know you're here to kill me, right?"

He tenses slightly as you begin to move your hands toward the trees, his finger hovering dangerously close to the trigger of his rifle. "You have the townsfolk scared shitless. They put a damn price on your head, and word spreads fast." He tilts his head, continuing to watch you intently as the air becomes more and more electric.

"What?" You ask, to him looking genuinely confused as you watch his finger graze over the trigger. "I-I've never even been into town. I've never done anything to them."

The wind picks up then, blowing wickedly through your hair and ruffling the skirts of your dress.

His body tenses at the feeling of the wind blowing so fiercely, the trees beginning to sway with the force of it. The air is thick, almost electric in a way that can't possibly be natural, and he's beginning to realize just what he's gotten himself into.

"You expect me to believe you?" He responds, the barrel of the gun still aimed at your head. He doesn't know why he hasn't fired already, he knows he's staring down the sights of his hunting rifle directly at the witch he was meant to kill. Who has killed six of Lincoln's bravest men and is currently standing over their graves.

When he moves the gun you wince, and the sound of the trees shifting becomes almost more intentional now as you hold your hands up higher at either side of your body. "I-I'll explain... Just... just put down the gun. Please."

"Why should I do that?" He asks, keeping his aim on you despite the trees that now seem so alive all around you- like they were whispering.

"You just have to trust me!" You call out, now that the wind was getting louder and louder, the sky darker as the trees closed in on the two of you, more specifically, the branches reaching for him.

He clocks it quickly; the branches slowly creeping down, the leaves reaching out towards him. It was like they were going to reach out and grab him at any moment, and the idea is making the hair on his arms stand straight up. It wasn't real, he knew better than that.

"How... how are you doing this?" He asks, his eyes flicking back to you, his rifle still raised.

"I'm not!" You shout, hands pushed out on either side of you as you squint against the wind, expression tense as the air pushes in on you from every direction. "I'm trying to stop it, just drop the gun!"

His eyes dart between you and the trees, noticing the way the branches are slowly inching towards him, and how you seem to almost be trying to push them back, your entire body tensing with some unknown effort.

"And if I drop the gun and you try something, huh?" He yells back, his finger still resting against the cool metal of the lightened trigger.

"You'll end up dead either way!" You shout, squeezing your eyes shut now as a couple small roots start to slowly coil around his ankles. "I don't want to bury you! Just drop it!"

He glances down at the roots slowly making their way up his lower legs, and his eyebrows furrow as he tries to comprehend how in the hell something like this is even possible. Finally, he grunts, clicking the safety back on his rifle and dropping it to the dirt. As soon as the weapon is out of his hands, the atmosphere in the clearing changes.

Even with your eyes shut, you can feel the pressure get taken off of you as soon as he drops the gun.

You drop your hands back down to your sides, winded from the exertion of keeping him alive. It seemed to have moved quick, the forest in its efforts to eliminate the threat, but you have to imagine it was much slower than it was when it set its sights on the other men who set foot in here to kill you.

"Are you okay?" You ask, gasping to catch your breath as the roots remain wrapped loosely around his ankles, incase it needed to grab him again quickly. Though, the skies had mostly cleared and the wind had stopped now.

He stands frozen in place for a moment, his breath heavy in his lungs as adrenaline courses through his veins and his heart hammers violently in his chest. "I.... I'm fine I think..." He responds, looking down at the roots still clinging to his ankles. He's at a loss as to how the hell something like that can even happen, even more so how you could make that happen.

He tries to get his legs free from the roots, but they cling to him stubbornly, even when he pulls with his full weight. He huffs in frustration, dropping himself to sit down on the ground. "Are you gonna get those things to let go of me? I dropped the damn gun."

They tighten a bit as he talks to you like that and you watch as more vines slither across the ground and wrap around his rifle, dragging it away while also doing the same with the revolver on his hip.

"I... I can't." You admit quietly, wringing your hands nervously in front of you. "I told you, I'm not doin' it."

His eyes widen as the roots from the ground pull his revolver off of him, and the vines drag his rifle towards some far off tree line. He realizes promptly he's being toyed with- like a mouse to an un-hungry cat.

"The hell do you mean you can't?" He asks frustratedly, his eyes locked on you as you fidget in place. His heart is still pumping faster than it has in years. "Do it!"

"I-I, well-"

You start, ready to try and explain but you don't get very far before he's quickly hoisted up off the ground by his feet, being hung upside down as bullets and coins rain from of his pockets. He curses loudly over your yelp of surprise as the forest tosses him up into the air, leaving him to hang by his ankles nearly twenty feet above the ground. He can feel the blood quickly rushing to his head, leaving him dizzy as the items in his pockets come tumbling out. As he tries to reach for something, he loses his balance and starts to swing back and forth like a pendulum.

You wince in sympathy as you hesitantly reach out toward him before pulling your hand back quickly. "Sorry, sorry..." You say through clenched teeth, a guilty expression on your face.

"Could you... please... get me down?" He asks in a strained voice, trying his hardest to keep what was left in his stomach where it was.

You frown, taking a small, hesitant step closer. "I... I told you, I'm not doin' it." You repeat, glancing down at the small objects that fell from his pockets.

"Do you... always carry that many bullets?"

This is the first time in a forever that he's felt so defenseless, hanging from his feet in some clearly, definitely cursed forest. Still, he tries to ignore the humiliation he feels at being in this position, trying to keep his cool while also trying to keep in his breakfast.

"I like to be prepared." He responds tightly, his eyes staring at the ground as he continues to swing back and forth slowly above you.

"For what..?" You ask, knowing that now probably isn't the time, but you truly are curious. And it's not like he could hurt you at the moment.

He pauses for a second, thinking it over before shrugging awkwardly in his hung up position. "You never know when danger might come knocking." He explains, his eyes continuing to be locked on the grass below him. This was a damn embarrassing position to be in with an audience, especially a pretty one.

"Yeah I... I guess so..." You agree, unsure what to do as the vines circle him further, searching inside his clothes for more weapons, no doubt.

He lets the forest strip him of his weapons in silence, his pride already bruised for the day anyway. He only lets out a small grunt as a particularly sharp branch pokes him in the stomach, searching for anything else that might be hidden.

"If I ask you something, these things aren't gonna try and strangle me or anything, right?" He calls down, gritting his teeth as his blood continues to rush to his head.

You can't help but giggle a little as you look up at him, his arms dangling below his head and his shirt starting to fall a little bit as well.

"I don't think so." You say, tilting your head slightly and squinting against the sun as it comes back with your quiet laughter, surrounding you in more warmth and lighter air.

He watches you as you laugh, watching the way your eyes crinkle and the way your smile spreads across your face. He's starting to realize that he's pretty unfortunately attracted to you, especially with the way the sunlight hits you the way it always seems to. Taunting him, tempting him- you were a gift from the trees he doesn't think he would do very well to try and pluck away from the stem.

He takes a breath, swallowing hard and lifting his hands to try and swat away the vine digging into the waistband of his trousers to get at the dagger he had there. "Why aren't you scared of me?"

You giggle again, lowering your hand as some of the tree branches grow up and out in the perfect spot to shield only your eyes from the sun.

"No offense, but you're not exactly very fear-inducing at the moment." You reply, watching in slight amusement as he dangles from the roots, spinning slowly without an ounce of control over it.

He watches you shield your eyes with the branches, finding himself a little surprised at how the forest seems to bend to your will. Despite that, a small smile appears on his face, his arms crossing in front of his chest. "What're you talking about? I'm terrifying."

You let out another laugh as he tried to cross his arms over his chest, and then the birds are singing again. The roots start to lower him just a little bit at his lighthearted joke and the way it made me smile, and he finally stopped resisting.

"Yeah, I'm quakin' in my boots."

He rolls his eyes as he lets the plants lower him down, still trying not to look completely humiliated. "Very funny, smartass. Mind telling them to lower me the rest of the way?"

The roots quickly jerk him back up again at the comment and your smile drops as you wince again. His lips form into a tight line when the roots yank him back up again, his head spinning as all his blood shoots straight back to his brain. "I can't tell them what to do, unfortunately." You remind him, head still tilted back at a mildly uncomfortable angle to look up at him.

"They seemed to listen to you just a minute ago to give you some shade." He mutters, feeling like an idiot just hanging there.

"I didn't ask for them to do that." You reply, another small smile tugging at your lips that seems to bring the sun back just a bit.

He watches as your lips pull into a smile again, noticing the way the sun seems to come back just a little every time it does. He's starting to get it, even if he was far from a comprehensive or even realistic understanding.

"Oh, so this stuff is just what- a coincidence now?" He asks, gesturing to a nearby tree that had pushed its branches out to act as your own personal umbrella.

You look up at the branches over your head before back at him. "Okay, well, I never said that." You chuckle, standing on your toes and reaching up to one of the leaves, letting a ladybug crawl onto your fingers.

He watches you stand on your toes and reach up, nymph-like in the most graceful of ways- a sight if he's ever seen one. He can't help but notice how the sun seems to break through the trees a little more now, lighting your face and hair up in a way that's almost angelic. He can feel his mouth starting to go dry as he watched you play with the ladybug. "So... you talk to bugs too?"

"What? No." You giggle, letting the bug crawl up your arm and into your hair. They did really seem to like your hair, something you had always picked up on. You didn't like it much, but they never stayed for long. Just explored for a few moments before continuing on their merry way. "It's... it's more complicated than that. More like a feeling. Not with bugs," You explain quickly. "Just like... the space, if that makes sense."

He lets his eyes linger on the small red bug that was currently making a home in your hair, trying to distract himself from the way a few strands of it seemed to fall against the exposed skin of your collarbone.

"I'll be honest... not really." He responds, a small smile on his face, "I'm not much acquainted with stuff like that."

When you look up at him again, smile widening a bit when you see he's smiling too, the roots start to lower him another foot or so again. "That's alright. I don't really get it either." You shrug softly.

He lets out a small huff of laughter as he's lowered down again, finally feeling like he's starting to get used to hanging upside down. "Well, I guess we're two peas in a pod then, huh?" The sun breaks through the trees even further, casting a golden glow on both of you and the plants surrounding you.

You grin up at him and his flushed red face as you step out of the little umbrella and pick up his hat from the ground, dusting it off before starting to gather all his things and setting them inside like it was a bucket.

"So... what did you say was happening in the town? Livestock are dyin'? People gettin' sick?"

He watches you dust off his hat and collect his belongings as you speak, trying to ignore the flutter in his chest that he felt when he saw you handling his stuff like it was the most casual thing in the world.

"Yeah..." He responds, his voice sounding a little distracted, "No one's been able to figure out why for months now. They tried blaming it on all sorts of things, but nothing's worked so far... that's why I'm here."

"They think it's me." You comment, nodding slightly, picking up the last of his things before standing up again, looking up at him.

He watches you brush down your dress, his eyes lingering longer than they should on the gentle curve of your waist and how your seemingly soft hand smoothed over the surface. With the sun lighting you up like you were an angel sent from heaven itself? Maybe you were just as dangerous as they said. "Well... are you?"

Your brow furrows slightly and you shake your head, a small frown pulling at your lips. "No... I... Like I said I've never even been to the town. Okay, well, maybe once or twice, but I just like to go to the farmer's market every once in a while. I'd never want to hurt anyone."

He watches you look down sadly, noticing how your expression shifts to the sad one he saw when you were tending the graves not too long ago. He feels a pang of guilt in his chest, realizing his comment had been a little thoughtless.

"Hey, I didn't mean..." He starts, pausing for a moment as the vines slowly let him down even lower, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed."

"It's not your fault." You reply, watching him get lowered a little bit further. "If everyone believes it, I wouldn't expect you not to."

He's finally almost on the ground now, hanging just about eye level with you. At this point, looking at you from the upside down view makes his head spin a little.

"Yeah, well... I guess I still shouldn't have jumped to conclusions." He responds, watching as a soft breeze blows in through the clearing, messing your hair up for a moment and filling the air with the scent of wildflowers.

Your smile grows a bit at that. "Well, thank you. I appreciate that."

Then the roots are suddenly turning him upright again before he has the chance to even consider what to say, lowering him quickly to the grass and thrusting him forward into you. "Whoa..!" He stumbles forward, suddenly upright again, only to be flung forward at full speed straight into you. He grabs your arms by instinct, trying to keep from knocking you both backwards but failing as both of you land on a soft area of moss. The two of you fall back onto the ground, him landing on top of you with a soft thud. He can feel his heart racing in his chest as he looks down at you below him.

You're shocked at first, getting your bearings quickly though as you look up at him and into his blue eyes. It feels like you're looking straight through him at the beautiful and now clear sky above you, and you can't help but giggle when you've realized what happened. Clearly, the forest didn't see him as a threat to you anymore; stripped bare of his weapons and armed only with an apology for making assumptions.

His heart skips a beat the moment you start to laugh, the sound like music to his ears. He'd never heard a prettier sound than that. His heart hammers against his chest as he looks down at your face, the sunlight streaming through the tree tops to perfectly light up your face, giving you a golden glow. He can feel his mouth going dry again, just like it did earlier. He had never found someone so beautiful before, and for a moment, he's scared he's fallen victim to your rumoured enchantments.

He realizes after a moment how long he's been staring, and how close the two of you are. His face was so close he could see the individual lashes framing your eyes, the freckles spread across your skin, the light flush across your cheeks. His eyes fall to your lips, realizing how soft they looked... and how he badly he would like to taste them... Oh, he must be enchanted somehow.

"Are you quite alright?" You giggle, shifting a little bit, unwilling to outright ask him to get off. "I didn't expect them to throw you like that."

The giggling helps snap him out of it, and he suddenly realizes just how embarrassing the situation looks, and how strange it is that the forest would even do that to begin with. He scrambles to get off of you, sitting beside you on the ground.

"Yeah.. yeah... I'm fine...." He responds sheepishly, a flush on his own face as a few stray pieces of moss stick onto his clothes.

His face was still burning, and he couldn't get the sight of you laughing out of his head. The way your eyes had sparkled, how your hair had been splayed out around you against the grass... he shakes his head, trying to dispel the thoughts. He didn't have time to be getting all distracted like this. He glances over to you, noticing how your hair was still messy from the fall, a few blades of grass sticking out of it as a few flowers from the surrounding area are caught in the strands too.

You close your eyes, letting out a soft sigh as he moves off of you, smiling a little to yourself as you feel the sun on your skin. Just for that, it seems to burn a little brighter.

After a few moments you push yourself up so you're sitting as well, your gaze finding him again. "You must really believe me."

He tilts his head slightly, watching you push yourself into a sitting position beside him, your back against the tree and the sun still shining through the branches onto your face. He can feel his heart skip a beat as he stares.

"How do you figure that?" He blinks, trying to snap out of it and trying not to think too hard about how he was starting to feel towards you so quickly.

You nod over to the roots and vines retreating slowly back into the tree line. "They wouldn't have let you down otherwise."

He glances back over to the trees, watching the roots and the vines disappear back into the underbrush. He'd almost forgotten they were there, so distracted by you. A frown tugged at his lips, he should never be this distracted.

"I guess you're right..." He responds.

"You were the first to even get that close." You admit quietly, a thoughtful expression on your face as you glance over at the makeshift crosses and mounds of dirt a few feet away.

He lets out a soft breath of disbelief, his eyes flickering back and forth between you and the little burial site, a wave of guilt washing over him as he realizes just how rude he'd been when he first got there. You had been taking care of something really important to you and he had just thrown accusations at you without even knowing you. And for some reason the forest had even allowed him to get that close... there must be a good reason.

Even in these past few minutes of speaking to you, he'd been able to tell that you weren't dangerous, and hell- you were honestly one of the nicest people he'd ever met, and by far the prettiest. Not that that mattered.

He finally looks away from the crosses and focuses back on your face, noticing the grass and the flowers, and he can't help but think that they look kind of cute on you.

"Who are those for? ...If you don't mind me asking."

"The men who came before you, I assume." You tell him, looking down and picking at the grass. "You mentioned that people were hunting me, and no one came back. And I was wondering why bodies kept turning up here..."

A lump lodges in his throat as you confirm what he already knew deep down inside. He swallows hard, trying not to let the realization that he could've been just as dead as them show on his face, but by the look on yours, he knows you can tell what he's thinking anyway.

"You... didn't kill them?" He asks, trying to sound strong, but not quite keeping the trepidation out of his voice.

Your eyes snap up to his and you quickly shake your head. "No! No, I-" You defend quickly, sitting up a bit straighter and pushing yourself back a bit. "I... Like I said, they just turned up here. I come out here often to check on the older ones and lay flowers, I started coming back and there would just be someone laying there dead. I didn't... I just buried them."

His face softens slightly as he sees the panicked expression on your face, how defensive you were at the accusation, how you quickly scooted away from him as if you would run if you had to. He knew you were telling the truth. He curses himself for letting his imagination create the image of you again, standing over a corpse with your hands covered in blood- that thought alone made him somewhat nauseous.

He lets out a slow, shaky breath, his eyes glued to the little crosses. He could've been there too, no better than carrion for the animals. Of course they were the men who came before him, and he's sure the forest was much less forgiving than just hanging them by their boots and taking their guns.

"Why do you come back here every day?" He finds himself asking.

"I... uh... I don't live far." You explain, glancing back over your shoulder. "And... um... my parents are here. And my brother." You add quietly, fiddling with the crystal around your neck as you look briefly over at some much older graves at the edge of the clearing.

His eyes follow your gaze over to where a group of older, smaller crosses laid on the other side of the clearing, and the realization finally set in that you were here every day to tend the graves of your family.

"You're an orphan...." He says it like a statement instead of a question, not realizing he'd said it out loud until a moment later.

You nod softly in response, leaning back on one of your palms.

"You are too." You reply, tone gentle in the observation.

He freezes, his eyes going wide as you call him out so delicately. The way you say it, it was almost like you had looked inside and had seen him for exactly what he was.

"How'd you know?"

"I can feel it." You tell him, knowing how vague it sounded- but you didn't have any better understanding of it than he did.

He blinks, looking down at the ground as he processes that. An uncomfortable feeling settled in his stomach, knowing that somehow, you'd seen straight through every front he put up in seconds."What do you mean by that?"

You shrug slightly. "Exactly what I said. I can just... feel it. Like you can see or hear things, you know? I just... know. It's hard to explain."

He was silent for a few moments as he nodded slowly, still watching the way your fingers fidgeted with the necklace around your neck. He knew something was up with you, with how the forest seemed to welcome him when it made everyone else run. But he was starting to get the feeling he was only just scratching the surface.

He took a moment, looking up again at the simple crosses and mounds of dirt littered around the clearing, the thought that you'd had to bury your family by yourself and continue tending to their graves for who knows how long was making his heart ache in a way he didn't know was so familiar to him until he was faced with it.

"I'm sorry." He finally speaks after a few stiff moments, his voice sounding a bit softer and more tentative than before. "How old were you?"

"Fourteen." You answer quietly, looking over at him again and offering him a weak smile.

A lump forms in his throat as he takes in your answer. You'd taken care of them at only fourteen years old. The realization settled heavily in his stomach like a rock, how impossibly unfair the world was, to be dealing hands just like his out to others. To sweet girls with soft skin and perfect smiles. "Jesus ...." He mutters quietly, rubbing his hands over his tired eyes.

Picturing you as a reflection of himself, nothing more than a child, all alone in the dark forest trying her best to dig a hole for all her loved ones overturning into a vision of the last he had seen of his family. Year after hurtful year, standing over graves and tossing in handfuls of dirt to send them on their way. It made bile rise in his throat.

He looks over at you silently, and his heart aches again. He knows what it feels like to be all alone. You, in the cold, dark woods for so long with no one to look to and him, in the cold and bright lights of being hunted for his actions. You, sitting next to him on the soft forest floor, were his only chance at leaving that behind. Of looking to the future, burying you and the harm you supposedly caused behind him with his wanted posters left to blow inconsequentially in the wind. He wonders how long it had been since you had seen another face other than his in this little graveyard, and he realizes he couldn't stomach carrying your corpse back into town. If the trees would even let him take your body so far without leaving your cold skin covered in the claw marks of it's efforts to keep you here with it, nestled in the safety of its tree cover.

"No one should have to live like this... all alone." He says quietly, the words leaving his mouth before he even realizes it.

You pull at the grass in front of you mindlessly as you shrug. "I'm not alone. Not really." You say quietly.

You look over at him again, studying him for a few moments. "You're a lot more lonely than I am, I think."

He pauses at that, his heart panging in his chest again at the truthfulness of your statement. He knew you were right, he was lonely. No family, no friends. Hell- before today, he's pretty sure no one's ever looked at him the way you are now. With something like kindness. He lets out a rough sigh as he rubs the back of his neck.

"Guess we've got that in common, then."

"I guess so." You agree quietly, giving him a small, slightly sad smile.

You lean over and pick up his hat from the ground next to where you'd both fallen, checking inside that it still held all his pocket change and bullets before holding it out to him.

He stares at the hat in your hands for a moment before looking back up at you, studying the way you sat beside him with your head tilted to the side, the way your dress clung brunched up around your hips and the way your hair fell over your shoulders in messy waves in the afternoon sunlight.

He swallows hard as he reaches out and takes the hat from you, his fingers brushing yours for a second. "Thank you..."

"Of course." You hum, tucking your knees up to your chest and brushing some of the stray grass and moss off of your calves and arms. "Thanks for not killing me."

He lets out a short laugh, setting the hat back onto his head after shoving its contents back into his pockets. "I'm not going to kill you." He says firmly, his eyes following your fingers as you brush off your skirt.

A small smile twitches at your lips as you look over at him, and you feel that familiar pulsing of power in your fingertips and chest, running through your skin again.

You can feel that he means it, and you felt safe before, but even more so now.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for another moment, listening to the sounds of the forest around you, and he feels a sense of peace in this quiet space he'd stumbled into.

There were a hundred different ways he could be spending his afternoon. There were bounties to be collected, townsfolk to cheat at poker, and cards to be dealt and drank to. But instead, he was sitting in the middle of a makeshift graveyard with a lonely, beautiful, witch in the middle of the woods and he'd never been more at peace in his entire life.

"Are you... hungry?" You ask after a minute or so, glancing up at the sky to see whereabouts the sun was. It was likely mid to late afternoon by now, and you still hadn't eaten yet- that hadn't been a lie. You had to get back, but you didn't just want to let him go without making sure he would be able to make it back safely.

He was actually a little surprised that he hadn't thought about it. After all, he'd been walking around in the forest for hours. Now that you mention it, he can feel a hollow emptiness in his gut and a sharp pang of hunger go through his body.

"Yeah.. I could eat." He says, rubbing the back of his neck as he tilts his head up towards sky and squints against the sunlight streaming down.

You push myself up from the soft moss you were sitting on, ignoring the bits of it that clung to your dress and hair for the time being.

"Alright, well, c'mon then." You grin, glancing back at him over your shoulder as you go to collect the basket of drying lavender from the grave you were tending before he interrupted.

His eyes widen a little as he watches you stand up, his eyes lingering a little bit too long on the curve of your hips again. He shakes his head before getting up himself, gathering his things and brushing himself off before following the witch deeper into the forest that would inexplicably kill to keep her.

no taglist this time around!! my fics usually get over a hundred requests to be added to the taglist so instead i made a library! follow me over on @runningfrom2am-library and turn on notifs to get updates when i post new parts!!

[hibischush]

Could you please create some cute headcanons for Celine, Hayden, Ryis, and Juniper with an s/o who’s an artist. Possibly they have a sketchbook and have sketches or drawings of them?

Sure thing!🌺

Celine🌼

Celine thinks you're so cool

I think that she wouldn't be the greatest at drawing, unless what she was drawing was landscapes or various crops/flowers

so because of that she really admires how much you pay attention to other subjects and can draw them so well

You two would frequently go on picnic dates and sketch landscapes together 💗

You'd both be laughing and talking about events in the town all the while scribbling and popping little cubes of cheese or bread into your mouths

Until you flip your sketchbook and show her a very well done portrait of herself

She explodes (with blush dw)

She's honestly so touched that she starts to tear up and throws herself onto you for a massive bear hug

If you like watercolor painting she definitely makes her own dyes from flowers and she will be gifting them to you

Celine is super supportive and appreciative of her partner so you know that she has your back on anything, including your artistic endeavors 💕

Hayden🐔

I don't think Hayden possesses an artistic bone in his body🥲

At least in terms of drawing (he's def the type to draw stick figures and stick-animals even when giving his best effort)

The best thing Hayden can draw is a little crude drawing of his most prized possession (second to you of course), Henrietta

HOWEVER this will not stop him from drawing or doing other artistic things with you!

Like I bet he's decent at whittling away at wood and giving you little wood-carven trinkets

One day when you were at his ranch watching him herd his animals you whipped out your sketchbook to do figure studies

and lets be honest Hayden has a great figure to study

You got so entranced with adding details to your framework that you didn't hear him sneak up behind you like 😀

"Woah, is that really me? You chalk me up to be a lot more handsome than I actually am!"

He secretly really loves that you pay so much attention to details that even he hadn't noticed he had

He loves them so much that he offers to model for you (with Henrietta ofc)

Ryis🌲

Ryis is a fellow artist, too!

Mainly in sketching concept work for furniture but I can easily see him enjoying drawing other subjects as well, especially to relax and not think of work

Especially after the two of you started dating, he began to dabble in taking his art more seriously

He really admires your skills and it motivates him to get better too

Whenever you're together and you're drawing, he def watches your face

He can't help himself! Your face getting all screwed up with concentration is adorable to him

There have been times where you leave your sketchbook out in the open of the workshop and he'll take a peak at it

He knows that its a breach of privacy but he hoped you wouldn't mind since you both are close and trust one another

You sketch a variety of different things, like landscapes and portraits of your animals

But he pauses when he flips to a page that consists entirely of portraits of himself

His face heats up while pursuing them, he finds this super romantic and intimate

Until Landen teleports to his side and asks what he's looking at and he jumps five feet up into the air, slamming your sketchbook shut

He's extra flustered and lovey with you for the next few days after that happened and you'll have no idea why

Juniper♨️

Honestly, Juniper really dgaf LMAO

At first at least

Juniper can be vain and unable to see things from different angles at times but after you both started a romantic relationship you opened a lot of things up to her

She likened your passions and focus in drawing to her potion crafting

At first it started with her trying to convince you to sell your art or doing an art show in town (her business-minded self activated)

But after you explained to her that you do this for yourself she backed off

One day you both were chilling in the lobby on a rainy day and she looks over to you curled up with your sketchbook on the couch that she says out of nowhere:

"Dear, what could you possibly be drawing that's more interesting and hotter than me?"

She's not jealous of you drawing Dozy that's ridiculous what are you talking about

She now poses for you to do figure studies on a regular basis

Juniper, while she enjoys the loving banter between the two of you, these quiet moments became something she looks forward to and treasures

The fun thing with these is that we still know so little about the bachelors and bachelorettes! I want to see what hcs the community comes up with and which ones are actually canon💗

[threewaysdivided]

I just wanted to say: I love your art and especially your banner rn by talos! also your fic as well thank you for creating everything that you do for people, it’s awesome!

Second: what’s something that you’ve been chewing on lately, story wise? What character conflict, or plot point can you tell me about (that doesn’t spoil too much of course)? I wanna hear your thoughts about the characters you write and your head-cannons on them too! Just spit some word vomit at me!

Thank you! 

My current banner art is actually a crop of the first paired piece I ever did to go with my Deathly Weapons fic.  (Specifically Chapter 11, which I still have a soft spot for since it’s one of earliest chapters that really let me lean into scratching the thing-I-haven’t-seen-too-often-in-fanfic itch.) 

I recently got my hands on a discounted Wacom (my digital art process got tanked a few years ago when my poor art-compatible hybrid tablet-laptop was tragically taken from us by a cracked motherboard) so I’m looking forward to getting into a faster art workflow again and maybe putting some new pieces out more easily.  I’d like to do more comic art pieces for the Chapter 18 mission, and there’s a silly little concept drawing for the planned Mission 5 that might be new-blog-banner material if it turns out nicely.  We’ll have to see how that goes.

As for what I’ve been chewing on story-wise lately… I’ve sort of been all over the place.  I’m still on burnout recovery so I’ve been letting myself move non-sequentially, working on the bits my brain feels like focussing on rather than trying to force creativity where the juice isn’t flowing.   (One of the things about being my type of writing-nerd is that “self-indulgent” for me means a story with plenty of material to analyse, which is very fun as a reader but has created a lot of work for myself as the writer.  As mentioned in another post, I have a full-blown TV-show-style story-bible for this one.)

Recently, my authorial ping-pong-ing has been going into a fair bit of spoiler territory.  There are some chunks of the Act III endgame plan which are underdeveloped in the specifics of what the big-boss bad-guys’ plan is, whether I want to involve the Anti-Ecto Acts more, and the logistics of both the counter-strategy our heroes are planning to use and how to make its more action-heavy parts look cool in writing.  When I’m not doing that I’ve been focussing a lot on the upcoming Wally-centric chapters, which are a set I’ve been wanting to keep schtum about since there’s a small potential spoiler mixed in and I don’t want to risk giving the game up or pre-setting people’s expectations before they have a chance to blind read (even if a few people have already made some close guesses in the comments).  It puts me in a bit of an odd-spot right now because the chapters I’m drafting are an immediate spoiler, the later sections I’m working on are a major spoiler and there’s a good chance that a lot of the character stuff going on in the middle won’t make a whole lot of coherent sense without prior context because of how I like to layer foreshadowing/development.

That said, Wally-centric chapters mean Wally thoughts, and of those I have plenty to share:

First of all, I want to establish that I really do like Wally as a character.  The DW chapter set comprising Flashpoints through to Equilibrium is going to explore and develop some of his flaws and insecurities, which means he isn’t going to be looking his best, but it’s not meant to be a Ron The Death Eater situation.  He’s just a complex person, and taking him warts and all means sometimes you have to get up close and personal on the warts.

Something that I’m maybe a bit over-conscious of when reviewing my DW story notes is worrying about letting Wally slide into just being punching-bag joke-fodder.  Wally is quippy, irreverent, a little tactless and prone to being a bit of an impulsive goober who sometimes gets possessed by teenage boner-brain, which makes him easy to fall back on as a default source of incidental levity (whether cracking the joke or being the punchline).  Because I’m now writing an 8-character ensemble where most non-focal characters only get a few lines per conversation, it’s easy for characters to slide into being defined by their strongest surface level trait(s)… and something I worry about with Wally is that his availability as a source of jokes runs the risk of Flanderisation into a disposable Scrappy/ Flirty Comic Relief, which isn’t his character.  Wally is actually really important – not just for his scientific book-smarts but for his perceptiveness, earnestness and ability to function as one of the emotional barometers for the squad – so I always have it in the back of my mind to make sure I include enough moments that actually demonstrate those qualities and the other characters’ appreciation of them/ their friendship, so that it counterbalances the more light-hearted goofery.

I think he’s walking the same tightrope as Sokka from Avatar: the Last Airbender – yes, he tends to take the L more often than the others for comedy purposes and sometimes he gets stuck with supremely dumb side-plots for the sake of tonal balance, but to claim that it’s the entirety of his characterisation really misses the point by a wide mile.

On that note, I actually really like the decision YJ!Animated decided to go with in its first and only season (ahem) in giving Wally a normal and functional family background.  I know that’s not the typical background for his comics counterparts (and no shade on other fan-writers who want to write AUs exploring the abuse dynamic, those are really interesting stories) but I think it was a smart deviation for the purposes of a large ensemble, and offered a fair bit of potential for cast-balance.  It lets him serve an important role as the normal one – not only as an easy window into what the current lives of ordinary middle-class civilians look like (which is good because ordinary people are who our heroes are donning the masks to protect) but also as a touch-stone for the others, most of whom either come from different cultures or from very atypical backgrounds.  Even if we discount the Impure Atlantean with military training, the ostracised White Martian and the Half-Alien clone-weapon, the other members of this line-up are an orphaned circus acrobat adopted by a billionaire, a girl from a dangerously dysfunctional criminal household where she was forced to fight her sibling, and a fledgling sorceress raised by an overprotective single Dad.  The others might intellectually understand what a “normal” childhood and family look like but they don’t necessarily know it as intuitively and intimately as Wally does.  That normality gives Wally the potential to be a more stable foundation for the others, a source of emotional contrast and of a necessary wholesome mundanity.  That is a good thing for the Team to have.  I think it also speaks volumes to the heart of his character.  For this Wally, the Flash and heroism weren’t an escape from a bad personal situation.  His life was actually pretty comfy and privileged - he didn’t experience a brutal wakeup to the injustices of the world or some other personal call to action.  This is a Wally who opted into the game because he loves the players and sincerely believes in their values and mission.  And while that might mean he has a more romanticised idea of what heroism entails – and will probably face some rough shocks down the line as that rosy vision runs into those more brutal realities – it also means he brings a sincere hopefulness to the job that is less hardened than a lot of his roughed-up, pre-jaded peers.  Underneath the teen sarcasm and surface-level lancer/smart-guy traits, this Wally has as much power to be a stealth-Heart as any of his Flash!counterparts.

Something else I find interesting when using Wally is how a lot of his strengths and flaws feed into each other – and I think this alternate backstory is part of it.  For all of his good heart Wally can come off as insensitive, and I think some of that could be read as a product of living a more charmed life.  I think he’s susceptible to a thing that a lot of real people do – universalising their own personal experience as the default – and that while he is canonically a geek and somewhat genre-savvy about hero cliches, he’s a geek about in-universe media so he probably doesn’t think to apply those tropes to “real people” like himself or his colleagues.  While this Wally is a skeptic, he’s not a cynic, and I think he might forget how much of an outlier he is in a world where things like living parents and loving parents are often mutually exclusive.  He’s smart enough to connect dots but there’s a little blind-spot where he simply might not think to until one of the others jabs an elbow into his ribs, because his default view on humanity is in some ways a little kinder than typical due to that small but still significant amount of privilege.

At the same time, Wally is also someone who has probably run into (or watched his mentor run into) a lamp-post at high-speed at least once in his career.  He contains multitudes and among those multitudes is an endless capacity for some absolute Looney-Tunes nonsense, which the world is 100% better off for having.

I love him, your honour.

[bluebunnysart]

About this blog (rules/guidelines)

Hi! This is a safe space where I (Bunny) put my art and talk about fandom stuff sometimes if I feel like it. Here are some rules (of thumb) so I don't have to repeat or explain myself too much. ^^ (Five)

FUB free (follow, unfollow, block free). I don't care about notes or number of followers, and I draw/post what I like, so if you ever stop vibing with anything I do, you're totally welcome to jump ship and I won't hunt you down/remember your face and be mad/sad about it. In this place you're stuck with me, not the other way around, and obviously you can leave if you want to. xD It's my blog.

Do not be mean or rude to anyone, including me. This includes attacking/interrogating my or other people's headcanons, or insulting others, including other ships. If you hate a ship, I encourage you to censor the name before you trash it, but I don't really want to see that myself. Also, if I see you participating in harassment campaigns or dogpiling someone, I'm blocking you. Yes some people have terrible takes, but unless they're threatening/loudly inciting harm against others, there's no need to put someone (usually a minor/kid) on blast and essentially bully them. Let people be wrong sometimes without doing the internet equivalent of mauling them to death like a dog. That disgusts me even more than the original opinion most of the time, so cut that shit out right tf now. Dogpilers really tick me off unless the person has a nuclear level bad take (like promoting rape, which most people AREN'T doing), so please talk to people like an adult or scroll past if it's just a harmless difference in opinion.

No NSFW, no proship, no hate/weird stuff. I won't be posting any of this stuff and I don't want to see it. If you're into incest, grooming (immoral age gap relationships), rape/noncon, abuse/domestic violence, misogyny, racism, homophobia, Zionism, etc. etc., then please don't interact with me. I don't really care if you like NSFW but don't be weird about it to me-- I'll probably block you. I can't even enter any space without seeing an (unfunny) NSFW joke like once a day, so I specifically don't want that here. (Give me a break lol.) I'll just ban it all completely-- if you want it, you won't find it here. 😂 (I might make a mildly suggestive joke like once a blue moon, but only 'cuz I think it's funny enough to make and go through with. I'll tag that if asked but I'm not planning to go overboard at all, dw.)

You may use my art as long as it's not for hate/AI training/reposting on tumblr and pretending it's yours/negative things. Credit is appreciated but not required. You can crop it for roleplay reasons (I've done that before) and I guess you can edit it, but please don't do anything weird with it like changing it for an agenda or being mean to people with it. I don't assume people will use my art or anything, but I'm just putting that out there 'cuz I'm personally fine with it. Icons and the like, idk. You don't have to ask for my permission-- my art will be free for non-commercial use like Miku. 😇 If you do something super elaborate with it though, I'm kind of curious and would probably like to know. xD (Not forcing you though as long as you don't claim my art is yours/belongs to you/was made by you.) I'm sharing my art with you out of kindness, so please don't do anything weird with it or trash my stuff. 🥰

This is lowkey an echo chamber/fandom archive where I yap to my heart's content, but interacting with me is fine as long as you're not weird/entitled about it! ^^ I love reading nice tags! Nobody's perfect, so if I ever do anything wrong, I would greatly appreciate that being pointed out to me privately and I'll amend my ways. I genuinely do not want to be a hypocrite or hurt anyone, so I appreciate people NOT coming at me combatively/assuming the worst of me and making my own space unpleasant for me. Rude messages will be deleted and I don't block easily, but if you tick me off enough, I will genuinely block you. I may take a while to reply but that's because I'm busy. However, this is not an invitation to invalidate what I like/claim it's problematic or immoral when it literally isn't (I'm open to discussions about it as long as it's in good faith/isn't forcing me to explain myself for existing or liking things). You can just dislike certain things without moralizing everything; it's okay to dislike things, but not everyone (especially the ones who like it) wants to hear about it. You can dislike something for literally any reason and it's your right-- what's wrong is imposing your dislike on other people when other people aren't doing anything wrong, so please don't do that or you will get blocked. It's fine to call certain things out but many people need to be reminded that they're talking to another human, and not everyone has the same upbringing or understanding of the world. Don't bully/harass each other.

I may add more if I need to, but I think I don't.

Please respect my boundaries/be kind or at least civil to me and I will do the same to you. Thanks!（＾∀＾●）ﾉｼ

[s0lar-ch3ri]

i jknow i will! heelo past me, dw, our jrwi obsession was only hiding the scu one

so first off, each of the gods respective control areas have smth to do with poppies after grizz's death (some enchanted weapons, mainly diamond swords and pistols have either poppies growing on them or have like poppy particles; poppies tend to grow on portals after a couple minutes, many enjoying the guide it gives despite being confused how it works [some nether trees have them too]; several animals tend to enjoy being by poppies, being thought of as even a health reboost for some mobs)

condi has contact somewhat with grizz (even if most times hes talking to fallen)

ya know the "poppies can cause depression, sedation, coma, and even death one"? yeah so the only one i can reasonably incorperate is depression sooooo... im sorry

if grizz came back, absolutely would be a wreck of a man. would eat too many corn poppies way too much

ik im making it a lot about grizz and poppies so lemme say this as an alt hc: grizz fucking hates how poppies taste. like he probs cant touch a cross but pull a poppy out and my boy whips the jesus sticks out so fast

like i said with the last one, grizz cant touch crosses cause exorcism shit

i like doing hcs for different aus and other shit so ghost grizzly and charlie have talked in most timelines. only problem is nobody else knows he is there and all of them worry for charles

would it be wrong if i made it so somehow bizly and grizzly worked together to make addictive drugs? fuck it

i absolutely do adore fallen grizzly dressing fancy but like, no. i want that man to be in grizz's regular fit but looking like hes crawled out a depression pit and hasnt moved in 3 weeks

opposite of my last one, he dresses in that one live studio outfit from jrwi

and oposing myself anagin, grizzly enjoys skirts and dresses, more tight and body fitting when up above in the counsil rooms, looser and longer when mortal, and more pockets and flowwyness when in combat

charlie and grizzly have matching gardening outfits

fallen (religously) isnt seen as some evil being (despite several people on the outside believing him to be), but rather a riskful helper, willing to do whatever (i need to start drawing what mortals believe them all to look like)

fallen absolutely loves eating apples (even when they make his teeth bleed)

fallen is big on nature (grizzly is too), but unlike regular grizz he tends more to make wild and crazy plants and likes flowers more then crops

fallen and grizzly in my head either mutually share a body, fallen has full control, or grizzly can shift into fallen on command (also fallen can come out with certain events, hes more managable though cause the counsil)

fuck you grizzly literally becomes unkillable after coming back to life. like he will not go down again.

call me wrong anf cuked for this but condi has the very chicken which took his finger as a pet, and like its a special one too (look its either attack chicken who will tear people apart chunk by chuck or i make condi still have the multilated finger that he just carries around and shit)

the gods use their things to signify needing to talk to each other. for example, bizly can get endermen to get condi for him, grizzly has poppy circles which drag the council to him when needed (some mortals have superstitons and some have been accidentally taken and for them its as though they were dead a couple minutes rather then meeting gods), etc

anyways if i think more ill do more BUT i found a great scu chat fic (has some shipping so be warned, you will join them <- 99% there to being a full fledged scu shipper)

its called:

GROUP CHAT: COUNCIL EDITION by Ditzydreams

read it i beg okay bye

scu headcanons (final singular chracter ones)

slime doesnt exactly carry poppies around, but for a while after grizzlys death, food seemed to have tiny poppies sometimes

he also just finds them around

[esoraluco]

The WIPs.. 

As you can clearly see. I am messy and do bgs without any persp at all even during sketching, and instead do them through sheer violence

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Wednesday 28 March 1838

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fine morning F41° at 8 ½ and went out for ½ hour with Robert Mann and his son James at the home footpath – breakfast in about ½ hour – asked Edward Chapman footman how long he could conveniently stay – till next week – till next Thursday? – it seemed he had fixed on his own mind to go earlier – said I thought I could contrive for him to go tomorrow – it would be a convenience to him (he much obliged) and would make little difference to me – spoke to A- she too had thought of taking Ibbotsons’ daughter for the time – all settled for Edward to go tomorrow – then  at 10 20 walked by A-‘s side (on her pony) as far as Listerwick pit – she rode forwards and I was sometime talking to George Naylor about the tubbing and to John Oates – and had Mark Hepworth there about A-‘s Langley farm – Mark to see about manure at H-x (going there) and to set 2 ploughs going tomorrow – should be ploughed 4 times – at 10/. per DW. per time Mark would have taken a crop of oats but agreed I was right about sowing down – could get the seeds in by the end of next month – then came home about 11 ½ - Mr. Adam had been waiting some minutes – signed the transfers of 5 more navigation shares at £432

Mr. Arthington ......... 2 at £432 = £864

Messrs. Clement Royds and George Dyson 2 at ditto = 864

Mr. George Pollard  1 at ditto = 432

5 ___________________________________2160-£5 half commission

then had the agent of Mr. John Preston Slater of Bridge-ends Leeds and paid him in full of slating at the Northgate hotel £302.13.9 - £100 paid in a/c  22 February 1836 = £202.13.0 by check n° 225. then wrote the above of today and staid in the house having had Holt before 10 who set off to Booths’ saying he (H-) and Garforth would be here about 11 – (‘tis now 12 ½) – at accounts ¼ hour then at 12 ¾ went down to Messrs. Holt Booth and Garforth – B- very poorly fitter to have been in bed than come – about ½ hour with them then left them to settle among themselves chiefly about Engine house – with Robert Mann and his son James at the footpath – the other 3 of Roberts’ men spreading  manure and Jack Green levelling after the scale carts from Listerwick on the embankment – opposite the house – at Listerwick and in the garden – said the gardener might order one new melon frame to his own fancy and might have 4 men till the end of May – came in again to Messrs. H.B. and G-  at 2 ¼ and with them till 3 – G- to give B- a drawing of the engine-house and B- to make his estimate accordingly and if possible all to be settled on Saturday afternoon – B- it seems thought the engine house would be about £100 and if there was a cottage at the top, it would make about £40 difference – Mr. Harper had arrived about 2 ½ - went to him at 3 – explained about the house ends – about gallery in the hall-front between the 2 tiers of windows etc. then went out – about and left H- with B- for above an hour – then afterwards with H- till he went away about 6 ½ - shewed him Mr. Bull’s bill – he never saw an engineers’ bill before – I had nothing to do with paying for fair copies – It was evident, he wanted to make a job – if he had been here 4 days his charge (the customary charge for all but eminent men from London) ought to have been 3 guineas a day including everything unless he had been put to some extra expense for journeys, but H- glad of 3 guineas-a-day and pay his own expense or at any rate 4 guineas a day including expense – and my offer to settle the bill for £20 quite enough, and very handsome on my part but these things awkward in a court, as a barrister generally made it appear that a professional man was the best judge of the value of his own time – H- obliged for the £400 instead of £300 and said I had by this paid him for everything but some small matter for here – I had certainly paid him for Northgate – shew him the morning Herald of 3rd instant and he will inquire about the Patent smoke consumer there mentioned – would have me put doors to the Laundry drying closet and try if it would answer – settled all about the wainscotting of the tower and passages – to be done like the top of the stairs in my tower-study – all done at Northgate but the wall at the top of the top court and the well – A- returned soon after H- went – out till 7 – then dressed and dinner at 7 ¼ - asleep in the dining room till 9 and then on the bed in the blue room till 10 – then coffee in 10 minutes and came upstairs and wrote the last 25 lines till 10 55 pm

very fine day F45° at 10 ½ pm

the gardener told me he and Sam and a lad at 10/. a week could manage the garden = 2 acres and flower garden and walks and all – and said the bits of [?] and such would pay for manure from the hotel – should have 10 or 12 tons a year – 12 tons at 7/. = £4.4.0

[aenslem]

Challenge: From your creations, choose GIFs and do a split of before and after adding colouring!

tagged by @uuuhshiny . i have done these things before, here and here.  but okay, i’ll do one more :D though, since i don’t gif recently i just found my old gif psds that i have not removed yet, and just resaved them, so sorry for the speed on the gifs, i did not really paid attention lmao the point is coloring anyway, right?? 

tagging @comicbookvillain​ @tennant​ @arthurpendragonns @rory-amy and whoever wants to do it :D

i love changing colors, i love when they are vibrant, i am also the kind of person who will turn everything into purple, but if the scene is purple i will try my best to make it look normal af and remove all the purple lmao idk why tho

changing colors is fun, like i did that on my pink Doctor Who gifset, and my golden Missy gifset

turning blue into pink or gold? im here for that :D but i rarely did it before, but i was challenged to do it, so i did :D and i think i did good.

if i see a kinda red hair, i will make it as vibrant as possible :D i also love when on gifs lips are red, idk why.

doctor who is a super hard to color, especially when you color doctor and the master, because i feel like show runners hate thoschei shippers considering all of doctor/master scenes are like this or worse

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moffat what the heck?????? 

i mean, look at my doctor and master gifsets, i have a lot of them, those are all super edited because original scenes are the pain in the a$$ to color! they are either super dark blue or horrible yellow/red. 

i have not used this gif in a set, wanted to but it was extra so have it :D maybe one day i will make a gifset with yellow/blue combo and use it :D and i do love those two color combinations, like there are other colors too, but i make those two colors stand out so it looks nice. like the gif with miranda otto above, that color combination is really pretty 

also, i love making michelle gomez eyes really blue, or anyone’s lmao like if there are blue eyes consider me making them as vibrant as possible :D

not the best example, but it was not the best quality video and i did what i could. sometimes i make it with selective colors and hue and saturation, but sometimes i draw blue color over the gif. yeah, sometimes i love torturing myself and color each layer or a few layers and just move the layer where i need lmao

like previous insta videos of her i edited and made blue stand out, i did like that :/ but i would do more for that woman :D

my colorings are not super complicated, i usually upload those colorings i don’t use on my psd account @creationsofthedark​ so check it out, there are my first colorings i ever did, and the latest. you will not find channel mixer there tho, but it’s my fav tool now. i stopped updating the blog since... well, there was an incident where the person started doing what i asked to not to do, don’t copy me. i posted a gifsets with these colorings so why would you crop it the same way and color it with my coloring and post, the same scene??? after asking me sharpening settings also?? like, those were so similar i thought it is a repost tbh that’s why i stopped posting psds i use, and well, i use channel mixer mostly for correcting colors and it never works on 99% of the scenes, and i don’t wanna share coloring for one scene i already giffed, what is the point? so somebody could gif the same scene with the same coloring? nope. anyway, channel mixer as you see on previous creator tag games i did is really good when you need to correct colors, such as super red colors or yellow. unfortunately idk how to edit tHAT Doctor and Master scene from doctor falls, it’s the worst scene ever and i will not touch it again lmao, i tried I TRIED but... usual colorings which work fine on more than few scenes are uploaded on sideblog. and you may see there that i don’t do anything extraordinary, same settings almost everywhere, curves, levels if needed, selective colors and color balance are mostly used by me. and i always avoided using masks when i started giffing, but honestly that’s so good, don’t be scared to use them, they are really awesome when you need to correct part of the gif only. i also love using color fills, to change color of the background or a specific object, using blending modes, if the object does not move it is easy but sometimes it does not... like with the eyes, you have to draw over each layer or move the layer for each frame :D sometimes i use textures, but i usually blur them as on the first DW gif here. idk what else to say... :D

[gingerest-ale]

YOUR PUNK AU ART has me on the floor. Absolutely spectacular!!!!! If you want to elaborate on your artistic choices I for one would LOVE to hear it <3

THANK UUUU!!!!!!!! also again i want to give credit to thee lovely castielsweedgarden (tumblr won’t let me tag them) for the original concept, the original post is here and their tag for alt!natural posts is here all their content is SO DAMN GOOD please check it out

OK ARTISTIC CHOICES. So for some background I’m a costume designer so I actually spent a lot of time doing research for these outfits and also I pay way to much attention to detail so get ready for an infodump because im a nerd.

DEAN

ok so my headcanon for the jacket (and if u read the og post this will make more sense hgafkgsjk) is that Dean stole it from John the night he and Sam ran away and he starts to modify it and make it his own and put patches on it that would piss off John and thats why he keeps wearing it because he took this thing his dad loved and made it his own and that is the ultimate “fuck you” to John.

Dean keeps his hair in a really short crew cut because i really enjoy Dean teasing Sam about their hair being long

Sam and Dean dye their hair in motel bathrooms and Dean changes colour every other month meanwhile Sam just dyes their hair black because “i dont want to damage my hair with bleach Dean”

I had a lot of fun with the patches and most are pretty self explanatory BUT i want to draw attention to: 

the handprint patch on Dean’s shoulder right above where the actual handprint is

the patch that says “i love my non binary child” is the first patch that goes on the jacket because Dean wants to support Sam and it is thee ultimate patch that would piss John off

The bee patch was a gift from Cas <3

Deans shirt is ripped from hunting but he likes the aesthetic of it 

The chain around his neck is silver or iron or some other useful ghosthunting metal

also the tattoo on Dean’s hand is inspired by this one fic its so good please read it

Dean wears a bunch of jewelry and you can’t see it but he also has a bunch of tattoos

SAM

Sam wears platform boots and it makes them like 7 feet tall but its ok its what they deserve

I said this in the tags but ill say it again: Sam got the spiked choker because they were tired of getting strangled by monsters all the time and honestly i think a lot of canon!Sam’s problems could be solved if he just wore a spiked choker

Anytime Dean teases Sam about their fashion choices Sam always tells him thats its for practical reasons. The rosary? Its for making holy water in a pinch. The ripped fishnets? they’ll just get ripped anyways. The platform boots? its too intimidate monsters. The spiked choker? Its self defence Dean come on, it’s a purely tactical decision, no aesthetic reason at all.

Sam modified the sweater themself. Spent the long hours in the car embroidering an exorcism onto a cropped sweater (it didn’t use to be cropped, but a werewolf clawed into the bottom part of it and well. here we are) in pink thread and sewing some black lace onto the hem.

why yes, Sam’s skirt does have a blood splatter on it!! you would think this would get Sam some suspicious looks, but their aesthetic is so Like That that people assume its just painted on in an attempt to be edgy. People who assume this are wrong.

Sam likes wearing revealing clothing because it lets other people see how insanely strong and muscled they are and alt!Sam loves being absolutely intimidating to people.

Like. Imagine. This seven foot tall giant shows up, wearing all black and spikes and you can see their insanely muscular thighs under the fishnets and oh god why do they have so many scars you Do Not Want To Mess With Them.

to be clear I think alt!Sam is just as much a sweetheart as canon!Sam is but they dont try to make themself look smaller

CAS

The shirt Cas is wearing says “BOB the man, the myth, the legend” and it is very much based on a shirt my lovely gf has.

The reason cas is dressed Like That is because he woke Jimmy up in the middle of the night and the tshirt and sweatpants and the socks are Jimmy’s pyjamas and of course he had to grab his coat and put on his crocs shoes before leaving the house to get possessed by an angel, he’s a sensible man!!!

ok so i need to talk about the crocs because some people seem unhappy about them. Castiel does not care about human fashion standards. He does not care about how he is perceived by others. Crocs are sturdy, comfortable, practical shoes to him and thats all that matters, why are you laughing Dean? They’re waterproof!

I honestly don’t know why i drew Cas with hoop earrings it just felt right but my current headcanon is because he say Beyoncé wearing some or something.

ok trench coat doodles time!!!!! there are many of them and i wont go into all of them but here are a few noteworthy ones

the one on the top right is based off a lil doodle one of writers did for a fan I think??? I can’t remember someone please link the post ;;

dean just doodles lil bees and hearts all over the place because they make Cas happy

theres a badly drawn Leviathan on there. in case you were wondering what that is

so many games of tic tac toe were played on the trench coat. Sam always takes the circles. Sam always wins.

the big heart on the bottom right contains a doodle of the poodle Dean found hot on that one terrible episode. I’m not sorry. 

I did draw an airplane with gun arms. it’s an inside joke i have with my gf. No i will not elaborate. I think that Dean drew that on there because he thought the idea was funny.

bottom left corner has cool sun wearing sunglasses because we are all kindergarteners 

the SW and DW drawn on the coat are because they put their initials on the places they call home. 

Thank u for your ask my apologies for writing ten million words about it please enjoy

[rurifangirl]

ggyyfuurvy get ready to be spammed w oc asks😙😙

so firstly, whitch kind of sword is syndra's favorite? whitch one is the most comfortable for her to use? and does she give them nicknames?

Wjofosisb aight now im gonna answer ur asks

1- Honestly, any kind of swords works really well w her, but i generally think she has a soft spot for japanese swords n in particular in the Ōdachi ones. Since those are the biggest kinds it's still up to it for collection tbh, cuz they're kinda hard to bring on, but ya can generally walk round m find em pretty much easly in her house. It's got many of em, mainly comin from either won duels or just, used the occasion n bought em. For her they're really valuable but not cuz of a money value rather than a moral one tbh.

2- It prefers to bring on Nakagami swords, but i can perfectly see her using other types of swords too (I'll draw her w em when I'll have the time dw bestie 😼)

3- ABSOLUTELY, YES IT WOULD. HONESTLY?? JUST GIVIN IN THOSE LIL NAMES N JUST BEIN, REALLY PROTECTIVE BOUT EM TOO😭😭 LIKE HER JUST GOIN

"HEY DON'T TOUCH KIMI LIKE THAT >:("

"Now you hold Noor one more time and you'll get your bitch hands cropped off"

Tags undercut:

@a-chaotic-dumbass @damnfoxx @spoopy-fish-writes @dopesaladlady (forgot to say if you want your tag removed in these tell me cuz im havin second thoughts n don't remember em 😭)

[lylelylepantsonfyle]

Candle, soft, knit, pitter, rain, and caress! 🤓💃🏽✨💕☀️💓💞💗❣️💖

Candle: does the limitless of the universe comfort you or scare you?

It totally terrifies me! That's honestly part of the reason why I dislike the ocean / sea creatures if I think about them too hard (dw, I still like them as long as I don't let it spiral into existential​ dread) bc it's so hard to believe that, like, the ocean is so deep and we're so tiny and giant squids exist and deep sea thermal vents are a thing and whales are the size of like 12 school buses.....oh, and we're all going to die and everyone will forget we even existed 🙃 So, definitely scared but sort of in awe.

Soft: if you were the main character in a picture book, where would you adventure be to?

Oooh this is a good one!! The first thing that comes to mind is either a) a library, like maybe getting locked in the library late at night bc you were in the bathroom or something and then you have some kind of terrifying yet also wholesome adventure or b) maybe some kind of old timey book with a cute little field with flowers and sheep and a red barn and adorable​ little vintage drawings but the book has either no plot or a very inexplicable one so after you read it you're like ?? Just bc that would be hilarious imo.

Knit: ideally, how would you dress?

Hmm 🤔 definitely would involve a lot of skinny jeans, which I already wear nearly constantly but in an ideal world I'd have much better fitting skinny jeans bc the perfect pair of jeans is still stubbornly eluding me 😑 probably some cute sweaters too bc I looove cute sweaters. I also wish I looked good in oversized clothes like hoodies and sweatpants bc I can appreciate that vibe at times! I also really like the idea of rompers / crop tops but I've never taken the plunge and actually bought/worn one. Tbh I could go on forever but I'll probably never change bc clothes are expensive and I'm too picky to enjoy shopping :/

Pitter: can you visualize things in your mind or do you only think of the concept?

Yes, I can! I daydream a lot tbh. Otoh I have terrible visual spatial skills and I'm constantly getting lost so clearly it's not helping me much

Rain: do you think art imitates life or life imitates art, or they both bounce back and forth in harmony creating both as they go?

Ngl, I've never really even understood what that saying is supposed to mean? Bc "art" makes me think of like, oil paintings but I have a feeling that's not it 🤷🏼‍♀️ So I guess I'll go with the third one bc it seems most reasonable. I'm sorry Hiba 😭😭

Caress: if you were a young adult novel character, what is something you carry with you at all times that probably has a deep background we find about in the second to last chapter when it becomes a major plot point?

I think I'm going to go with an origami crane of some sort -- it's simplistic enough to not attract a ton of attention but it could easily be sentimental/magical/whatever. Also I made 1,001 origami cranes once (I meant to display them and didn't lol) and I also did the origami crane gum wrappers thing every day my last year of high school and wrote stuff inside which would make a good last minute plot twist (I meant to put them in cute jars and give them to friends and didn't lol, I still feel bad guys) so it kinda fits?

[almguav]

Can you like tell me your process when comes to drawing? Only if you want to of course

ooo of course! Hmm with this particular drawing i painted instead of the regular sketch - lineart - colors - touch ups, so i’ll talk about that here a bit! (i actually considered screen recording that drawing but i only thought of it when i was half way finished ;w;)

so first, using a handful of references I quickly make a sketch! I always make the sketch on one layer and don’t bother with many details, I’m just getting down shapes, poses, layout, and such! (for effect or add-ons like the night gown goes on a different lighter layer) I like working with a grey background when drawing cause the stark white hurts my eyes a lot 💦

From here I started to line but it wasn’t working out for the life of me so i blocked out the shapes more with colors to help me line better. While lining i then started to hate the thought of coloring in so at that point i figured i should just merge the lineart and the colors. (That happens i lot with me, it’s more complicated and time-consuming, but sometimes i dont like the thought of coloring or i don’t like the thought of lining so i just squish them together. Two birds with one layer! An example of this is on my leo crop top drawing)

Digital painting is done a lot of ways, but for me I make a duplicate of my sketch layer so i have two. The top one is put at a low opacity, about 15%, and the other is left as is and i start blocking in colors, cleaning up, refining the lines, etc! (For this drawing i had the body, head, and hair on their own layers) It starts of very very choppy as you can see with the right arm lmao. So yeah from there it’s a lot of filling and chiseling  ✨ 

clip studio paint is seriously an (affordable) monster. It has a bunch of special brushes i used to get the fluff on his night gown and the folds on it too. I really love the gaussian blur it has and i abuse that effect A LOT, you can see the difference from the left and right side 👀 To get this effect it’s best to duplicate your lineart, or in my case duplicate the whole drawing, and add the effect to your copy. It looks nice with the blur effect both on top or behind your drawing! I put it behind my drawing here

A bunch of color correcting, pacing back and forth between 15% or 20% opacity on my overlay layers, and hue shifting the background 30 times cause i was so indecisive on a color, and I’m done!

I wasn’t keeping track on how long this took but from the time stamps on the gc i think this took 6 hours? To sketch I used the default Persona brush, the main brush I used for draxum was csp’s default oil paint brush, I shifted the “amount of paint” tab depending if I was reinforcing the lines or adding small details, the default gouache brush for the bed sheets and night gown, and a downloaded brush called “dw Strands 2″ for the fluff on the night gown! Hope this was insightful and maybe even helpful! I’m always down to share my art process if anyone else is interested!✨

[spiftynifty]

d'you think them journalist folks and us simple social media folks will be able to generate enough stink about how badly the ending was handled to bring the point home to dw? or will they just throw lm and jds under the bus again, make one of them write an apology letter to draw away fans' ire and move on?

To be honest pinning it all on DW was a rookie move on my part; laying the blame on just one entity when we don’t have all the info is misguiding. There are a lot of hands involved in this; the showrunners, Voltron IP shareholders, Dreamworks, which is owned by Comcast, and then Netflix itself. It’s a complicated mess of people and I would be encourage people not to point fingers before knowing the full story. 

But people ARE being loud about the ending, which is good, and I hope they continue to be. I suspect we’ll see more articles crop up over the weekend or on Monday. The one by geekdad here is especially perfect and I imagine will inspire a few others to come forward with their thoughts. I thought I would be writing one of my own because I thought I’d be one of a handful of small voices in a sea of people happy for the rep. I was pretty wrong. 

But I do hope someone is brave enough to approach the showrunners about the elephant in the room. Sheith was never going to be canon, but to have them not interact at all was extremely conspicuous and perhaps hints at some meddling higher than the EP’s paygrade. I think there’s a discussion that needs to be had about the weird effort to quash any suspicion of queer representation in media by ensuring that the hero doesn’t get to be too friendly with his gay best friend. 

[naelu-archive]

i spend a really long time making my sims but i never know what to do once i get to photoshop to feel good enough to post them on tumblr. ur sims are incredible and very lovely but your editing style is what stands out to me. with that said, do u have any tips for making edits look.... more stylized, i guess? nothing specific but a setting to try in photoshop? i’m sorry if this is too complicated but i admire you a lot so i wanted to ask. either way, i hope u have a great day❤️!

hi sunshine! first of all thank u v much!! this was a really sweet message! and what u’re askin me isn’t too complicated dw :’^) i put the answer under the cut bc i feel like ramblingggg

i spend a good amount time brainstorming on the color scheme and trying to find something i’ve never done in any of my edits and that will make me feel proud and want to post it! in the last one i would say that it’s the embers, some i drew myself and i was like ye that looks good! i also photoshopped the golden roses on the top bc i wanted the floral/gold theme to be + present! i also often photoshop two pics together, the head and the body often come two different screenies but i always end up cropping out the body dfbvfdi anyways!! i will never know what the edit will end up looking like when i start workin on it! the end result is often different from my first idea, which is one of the reasons i’m having trouble making an editing tutorial because my process is so random and i never repeat the same process again and again… except for the basics like drawing additional hairs, lashes, eyebrows, highlight and plopping on the happy pills psd and adjust it to fit the mood of the edit! as for having a more “stylized” edit i don’t feel like i have a specific style, i mean i try to change up things a bit and i enjoy a lot the drawing part of it and finding some new ideas… i don’t use that much settings in photoshop, i sometimes use topaz denoise, gaussian blur, the gradient tool is also my fav ever!!!

this answer was a mess but like…….. my editing process is also a mess so kdfbfb i hope this helps! to summarize, never been reluctant to start editing bc u don’t know how it will end up bc not knowing that is also v fun and even if it takes hours, eventually the idea that will make u feel proud will pop into ur brain!

[whatdoesshedotothem]

: Thursday 28 July 1836

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11 ¾

- No kiss A-‘s cousin fine morning - highish wind and F60° at 7 35 am at which hour went out - the 2 York joiners were boarding up the top of the housekeeper’s bedroom - they had not cased the beam - so stopt them and had what they had done taken down and the beam cased - not their fault - Mr. Husband himself did not like the look of the job and glad to make an alteration which has improved the look so much - about 1 or ¾ of a day’s work lost - had Charles and James Howarth putting up temporary gate at the Lodge - hanging the middle Whiskum gate that they had repaired and taking measure for new gate into the Paddock (Godley top field) - David Booth and  1man at the cellar - 4 men taking out staff for cellar under the West tower Matthew , Richard , Sam and Benjamin and Wood and Jack Green finishing putting gravel on about the pool and jobbing about there in the morning - and in the afternoon setting there biggish stone (set one there in the morning) so as to finish up at the Lowest part of the rockwork - and in the afternoon had Mark Hepworth 3 Northgate carts  (one horse cart) and my own and John Booth and Richard and Matthew and Benjamin to fill, and got all the dunghill from under the lime tree into the Paddock - Mark Hepworth got it out of the carts and Samuel Booth spread what he could - breakfast at 9 in ¾ hour - then set off to meet Dobson at Upper Place quarry at 10 - took A- with me up Pump lane as far as Barraclough cottage and then returned with her as far as Pump which made it near 11 before I got to the quarry - Dobson went with me to Little marsh shewed me where he thought the hole should be opened and I agreed - we called at the house - Mrs. widow Hall in her bed - brought to bed of a daughter - has now 6 girls and a boy - told her daughter to explained why I called and Dobson said he would speak to her - Dobson to begin the hole on Monday next - to keep a regular account [D.r and c.r] - he Dobson sinks the hole for me - Hainsworth has nothing to do with it - it is between D- and me - hopes the hole will be down so as to shew the stone sufficiently for letting in 2 or 3 months - I at liberty to let the stone as I like - no way bound to Dobson - on leaving him saw Wombersley [Womersley?] mending up his wall against me - long talk - mentioned that there would now be another quarry to let and I intended letting the farm with it - W- said he would bid for them both - tired of where he is Mr. Machan’s farm - pays 50 guineas a year the house in very bad repair and she will lay nothing out - 24DW of which 8 at the top of Beacon hill 3 a delf hill and worth nothing - the farm not worth more than £40 per annum - paid £60 at first but the stone quarry at 1/6 per yard very reasonable - looked into the hole Freeman made in Little marsh land - W- valued the stone now shewn (but it is where it is skirting out) at 3/6 per yard - shewed me into house - thought the farm worth £1500, the coal worth £20 per DW owned there would be £200 or £300 to lay out immediately so that as I said £1500 quite enough to give for the farm - said I would give Mrs. M- that and pay her 4 p.c. for the money if she liked -or  I would buy the coal at a reasonable prince - but what I offered Mr. Rawson was sure to offer more tho’ he did not come down with the money - talked of his buying Samuel Hall’s coal - W- did not seem to know that SH could sell it during his life-  W. said I ought to buy the field Haigh was quarrying up to Joseph Hall’s - it would farm nicely with Joseph Hall’s - 6DW - all the stone got - belongs to Miss Shann of Tadcaster now living at Thorparch - the coal would suit me - I merely said Mr. Rawson ought to buy it –

SH:7/ML/E/19/0083

home at 12 - found Flather and Benjamin Fletcher waiting for me - had not taken David Booth to see what he wanted - preferred seeing me 1st - wanted me to promise new house and barn - which I declined - said I would do what was reasonable - get water to the place if I could, and put the place in good repair - but would promise nothing more till David Booth brought me an estimate of what was wanted and what it would cost - said however that I was satisfied with the man’s character and had no doubt of our agreeing - then with A- she went rode to Cliff Hill soon after 2 and having walked with me to the Lodge I went to Mark Hepworth in the paddock - he said each cart brought 1 square yard of manure and 1 square yard = 1 ton worth 6/6 at H-x and 1/. per ton carting from there to the paddock - he would put 8 loads on a DW thought I was laying on about ½ that - too thin - I said I would have no more laid on than the dunghill from under the lime tree - I guessed there would be 30 loads - Mark thought 17 - It seems there were 38 loads Mark said they reckoned 3/6 per DW spreading - the paddock would take one man 6 Days - this manuring ought to last 2 years - H-x stuff (necessary stuff) would always force a crop but worth nothing after the 1st year - Mark would not pay anything for it for tenant-right as tillage - valued the fog at £3 tho’ I said the paddock was 4DW owned he had paid Hannah 50/. last year for 3DW of fog not ½ as good as this - would have [eaten?] it off for a week before putting on the manure, but I wanted the manure out of the way - he said it would be fit to turn into in 4 or 5 weeks from this time - I said the manure should be spread tomorrow - I should value it at 20/. per DW - with Wood and Jack at the pool - the Low fish leaks as much as even could near the water escape from this end about ½ way between the cistern and 1st sycamore tree - the water 6 or 8 in. lower than at 3pm yesterday - came in at 6 ¾ - dinner at 6 50 - coffee - sat talking to A- then both asleep till about 9 - then (the 20 minutes in the drawing room with my aunt )wrote all the above of today till 10 10 - note (letter) tonight from Mr. Adam - Mr. Parker from home - thinks I mistook his note of yesterday - he is in doubt about the £800 thinks Mr. Graham should get an opinion before any money is paid - will write to Mr. Turner to get an opinion -sat downstairs with A- in the north dining room from 10 till 10 40 reading the newspaper - fine but dullish day and shower between 5 and 6 - F60° now at 10 40 pm rainy night at 11 -