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[milich96-ocs-blog]

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[funnywiccanwritingcorner]

Le Joyau le plus precieux - Candyfloss

Spin off of the principal story, still a Modern!AU. The main characters of these chapters comes from the 2009 live action movie “Lucky Luke” starring Jean Dujardin as the lonesome cowboy. We’re talking about Jesse James and Billy the Kid; this ship was inspired by my friends @milich96 , @thenightmaregirls and @artsarasp after we watched the movie together. Enjoy :)

Chapter I

Strolling along the Seine in the seasonal fraction between late summer and early autumn is considered by most to be a pleasant activity. The colours of the tree leaves begin to change, fading into different shades of yellow depending on the species, and the air becomes cooler. In this scenery, while a pleasant breeze rippled the surface of the calmly flowing river, different types of busy people crossed each other on the bridges: boys laughing with each other, men in suits on their mobile phones or earphones, groups of elderly ladies gossiping...

In the midst of this chaotic frenzy, a man stood staring at the Seine, leaning against the railing of a bridge, a quiet smile on his face and his chin resting in one hand for support. To the eyes of those who had time to pause and notice him, this man immediately appeared full of peculiarities: his black hair was kept short, slightly combed back; a well-trimmed beard followed his features, not too marked. His clothing was fairly sober, a suit with a long black coat on top, were it not for an even longer beige scarf that almost touched the ground. But what struck the most attentive observers was his lost gaze, distant, as if he was not actually looking at the banks and embankments as others saw them.

A girl, who broke away from her group of friends, approached the man with big, emotion-filled eyes: -Excuse me... Aren't you Jesse James, the theatre actor?- He turned to give the girl a smile: -Yes, miss.- -Unbelievable! My mother and I are great admirers of yours; we have seen all your plays! Can I ask you for an autograph?- -Certainly.- He took the small, pink-covered notebook she was handing him, together with a pen, and with a quick, precise gesture, signed a blank page in nice handwriting before returning it back to its owner. The girl clutched the notebook in her hands like the most precious of treasures: -Thank you very much! But tell me: why don't you perform as often as you used to?- -Even actors need a quiet period, Miss. By that I do not mean meditating retirement; Paris has so much to offer to performers.- -It's a relief to hear you say that. Your fans miss you a lot; no one can hold a candle to your “Richard III'!”- Hinting a bow with her head, she greeted him and then joined her friends who had stopped not far away. The actor sighed, still with a smile, and walked off in the opposite direction.

Yes, he really needed to take some time off after his last major show, which had taken place six months earlier. He had always considered himself a “stage animal”, but his physique suffered after lost hours of sleep and too inconsistent meals between rehearsals. At the end of his performance as Iago in “Othello”, he had collapsed backstage, frightening everyone; fortunately it was nothing more than a sugar crash. From then on, he had devoted himself to more modest productions, more elastic with their schedule. The theatre was always and in any case his life, and to stop performing would have been like stopping breathing.

Walking without actually looking where he was going, he found himself in a public park in the city centre. Many families were strolling in the paths and playing in the grassy areas; children were running and climbing on the playgrounds like so many little monkeys, laughing and shouting. A mime was performing his silent art with a cheerful accordion music playing in the background, via a small radio, next to a fountain; the noise of the traffic diminished but did not disappear completely as he entered the park.

A sound, however, caught Jesse's attention above the cacophony: it sounded like a music box, with a childish but catchy tune. Moving a few steps in the direction it came from, he saw a group of excited and happy children all around a bicycle cart selling all kinds of candies, from the classic toffee to candy canes; colourful lollipops were on display in large glass jars neatly placed on the countertop.

-All right, all right, one at a time!- said a male voice, a little shrill; emerging from the group of brats a boy in his twenties adjusted his red and white striped hat and with a smile made funny by two beaver incisors, he added: -Get in line, boys! First the females first; always give way to the females! And don't push!-

Jesse stood a few metres away to get a better look at him: despite his slightly unkempt stubble, the young man had a childlike face; his sandy blond hair was medium-long and dishevelled under his hat. His face was freckled, and two big blue eyes went frantically from one child to another in order to give attention to each of the little customers. Perhaps he was a little neglected, even the uniform had here and there some crudely stitched tears, but the children seemed to love him, and who could blame them, the actor thought to himself: the sweet scent of the candies spread through the air irresistibly.

-Thank you, Billy!- said the little ones in turn as they walked away with the treat they had bought, or as Jesse couldn't fail to notice that the salesman had even gifted them, along with a rectangular card, like a business card.

When the pack of brats dispersed, the young man let out a slight sigh and realised he was being watched, and perhaps in a tone a little too familiar he turned to Jesse, frowning: -Hey, man, is there a problem?-

The actor looked around for a moment: was he talking to him?

The other planted his hands on his hips: -Yes, tall man, I'm talking to you! You were staring at me, don't deny it!- -Sorry if I seemed rude. I was intrigued by the congregation of children around your cart.- -Congre- What? How do you talk?-

Indeed, Jesse could not talk formally to other people. He was even so fond of Shakespeare's writings that he ended up quoting passages he had learnt by heart in conversations. This helped him a lot in his job, but made interactions with others quite complicated.

The blond continued, looking at him suspiciously: -Are you a cop? Last time was enough for me...- -A cop?- -Yeah. A nasty, hysterical dwarf locked me in a cell all night on charges of molesting children!! Is that even possible? I love kids, but not like that!- -I can guarantee you I'm not a cop. Just a wandering actor lost in his thoughts and found himself here following the music box.- -An actor, huh? I don't think I've seen you in the movies.- -I play in the theatre.- -Ah. Never been the theatre type.-

Jesse tilted his head, intrigued rather than annoyed: that boy seemed sincere. And there was something funny about his sincerity.

-Anyway... For the record, I don't molest children. I make sweets and candy for them, nothing more. And occasionally I give them as presents. Is that a crime?- He began to gather up the various parts of the cart in order to move it. Jesse let slip a quotation; it was stronger than he was: -It only takes a drop of evil to cast an infamous shadow over any virtue.- The other raised his head as he stooped to pull up the catches of his vehicle:      -What? -Uh... it was Hamlet, act one, scene four, verse thirty-eight.- The candy salesman scrutinised him thoroughly. The actor swallowed imperceptibly: he had done it again. -What did you say your name was, tall man?- This left the other interjected for a second: -I didn't say that... Jesse. Jesse James.- -Billy. Pleased to meet you.- He went back to arranging the moving parts. -Just Billy?- -You want my social security number? Everyone calls me Billy.- -I was interested in your real name.- -... You ask too many questions to be an actor. And I have to work.- He pulled up the last latch and grabbed the handlebars of the bike: -See you around.-

Jesse stopped him before he removed the stand: -Wait!- He took his wallet out of a coat pocket: -I would like to buy a candy cane, please.- Billy stood motionless for a second, continuing to look at him, then pronounced himself by placing his hands on his hips again: -I have the candyfloss-flavoured ones left.- -I'm fine with that.- -One euro, man.- Taking the coin from his small inside pocket, Jesse added: -Those cards you gave to the kids...- -I have a little shop downtown. I just opened. I advertise here in the park on weekends.- He handed him the stick and took the euro. -Could I ask for a ticket too?- -What do you do with it, man? I'll be here tomorrow at the same time, and the same time next week.- He got on his bike and rode away, almost shouting:         -Besides, it's good for you to walk at your age, daddy!-

Before Jesse could reply, the blond man had ridden off at top speed with a boisterous laugh. Flaming with rage, he clutched the stick in his fist and gave it an angry bite. How could he have dared to call him an old man, that irreverent brat!

But the taste of the sweet calmed his anger: it was really good. Looking in the direction Billy had turned away, he took another taste and exhaled: that had been a very strange encounter. Stranger than those he was used to finding in the scripts. -What a curious boy...-

[alliedn]

drew some pages from Neo’s journal because I decided he finds out he enjoys drawing and it’s wholesome to me ok

also lore and spoilers

[milich96]

dakota c9

True love

[funnywiccan]

Positive vs Negative - Oc Animatic

Made by SaraSP of thenightmaregirls

[funnywiccan]

Tagged by @varmeelement ❤ Thank you so much!

It's kinda deep that what came out reflects exactly my kind of an aestethic:

I'll tag @milich96 @evilblot @thenightmaregirls @artsarasp @lunartidesmagic and @lemonpielove-blog 🤗

I was tagged by the wonderful @multiglory18!

Go to Pinterest and type in "[your name] core aesthetic" and create a moodboard using the first nine images. No need to reveal what your name actually is!

Wow... this is kind of deep.

Anyway, I tag @the--blackdahlia, @kayfabebabe, @shanie-the-toyaddict, @wrestlezaynia, @suometar, @beardedbarba, and whomever else wants to do this.

[the-jennisms]

@thenightmaregirls Looks like one of his victims bopped him good on the schnoz.... with something sharp. XD Then they probably left him before finishing the job. *tsk* sloppy. HAVE YOU NEVER SEEN A HORROR MOVIE!? Stomp on the killers head until you're making wine. Cause he'll just get up again otherwise I wanted to draw him pissed off. How'd I do? XD

[theeyelinermanifesto]

Alright, I couldn’t wait any longer... only swipe right if you want to be spoiled for the @night_worms #marchdeadlyoccult Reveal! . . @mother.horror @bookishmommy . . • @flametreepress @dansmonsters @jessiedella @moonstruckchoc @jonathan.janz @briankirk13 . . #promotehorror #nightworms #nightwormschallenge #horrorhound #horroraddict #horrormail #horrorbooks #horrorlove #ilovehorror #flametreepress #dansmonsters #jessiedella #moonstruckchocolate #jonathanjanz #briankirk #willhauntyou #thenightmaregirl #exlibris #bookish #bookstagram #booknerdigans #libraryofinstagram #readordie #epicreads #bookdragon #readersofinstagram #readersgonnaread #bookreviewer #currentlyreading #bookcommunity #booktography #deadlyoccult https://www.instagram.com/bookclubwithbite/p/BujqrsrHqCf/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1e6g6jpkf3o0b

[milich96-ocs-blog]

Good luck understand this campaign

[milich96]

AAAAAAA QUANTO BELLI SARAAAA 🥺🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖💖💖 GRAZIE MILLEEEE

@milich96​ <3333 

[shapeshiftinterest]

thenightmaregirls asked for their OC macbeth (left) feat his opposite diety, artsarasp’s OC goldie (right)

tbh i was thinking that they find a drunk guy in the woods (a dude who was being an asshole previously) or something 

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macbeth: ho-ly shit this is amazing/ well well well, how the turns have tabled lol

goldie, who wasn’t present during the specctacle: oh DANG! yo beth is this someone you know or like, wut?

drunk guy: *unconcious, someone stole his jacket and drew all over his face, he deserved it btw*

[beyondthepalerpg]

Beyond the Pale Anniversary Contest Winners!

First Place: @thenightmaregirls, who wanted a character of their own design attacked by a Raven Mocker!

Second Place: @deathwantsme, who requested a Hamadryad to his specifications!

Third Place: @a-very-gay-bosmer‘s own original character!

Thank you to everyone who participated in the contest and thank you for all your continued support for the project!  I couldn’t have done it without you! 

And thank you to @tomis-safezone for the provided artwork and for all his hard work doing commissions for the game!

If you’re interested in the project, feel free to follow the blog for all the updates concerning Beyond the Pale!

[milich96]

(Hohohoho) Loui in D8?

[alliedn]

Never would I ever have expected our dm to make Haggis writing fanfiction about us canon, yet it happened. And it’s a best seller. When I tell you we screamed-

[milich96]

marcus 8B

Help i will sleep with one eye open tonight....

[funnywiccan]

First animatic!

https://youtu.be/h7tu9Gi4k8w

Here it is, the project I’ve been working on during this quarantine, starring Kim, my little fox!! <3

Want to thanks @milich96 @artsarasp and @thenightmaregirls , their OCs are in this video too :D