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slytherinsallows · 27 days

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In The Shadow Of Serpents

- A Dark Sebastian Sallow Series

Majorly inspired by my Dark Seb series on TikTok

Synopsis: Many years after leaving Hogwarts, Ominis is telling his and Mc’s children the downfall of his old friend turned dark Wizard, Sebastian Sallow…

Disclaimer: this is not at all how I see Sebastian, it’s just a twist on what his character could’ve become and is just a concept!

Tags and triggers include: Drugging, 18+ content and themes throughout, read at your own risk!

“It’s our decisions that make us who we really are”

[Intro- the main story is set in the past of these events]

Summer - 1915

(somewhere in the Scottish highlands)

Ominis’ two children laughed as they ran into the living room of their little cottage, excited for yet another one of their father’s enriching bedtime stories. Ominis would always smile widely as they’d fight the urge to close their eyes, too invested in the story to go another day not knowing the ending.

The two had inherited their father’s icy blonde locks, with both even going as far as shocking their parents by speaking parsel tongue to a grass snake one night. Ominis loved them both dearly, and would never change them for the world, but some part of him had always hoped they’d inherit Mc’s traits and talents over his…

He ran a hand through his blonde,- going- silvery locks for an idea for tonight, before falling upon a deep and dark memory that had sat stagnant in his mind since he was a boy. The slytherin cleared his throat as Ivy and Jasper, his troublesome twins, finally got comfy and waited patiently for their father to begin the story.

Ominis sighed softly, inaudibly. He thought they were old enough to learn about their parents past now, it was time…

“A long time ago, I had a friend called Sebastian. He was friendly and smart, that was until, his sister fell ill. Though he always loved to read, he turned to books in the dark arts and started to practice unforgivable curses…

Your mother and I… couldn’t support him any longer after he killed his own uncle and we made the decision to send him to Azkaban. Many years later we received an owl saying he’s escaped. No one knows where he is now. But he’s out there…somewhere…”

The two children turned to look at eachother in confusion at the story. Normally Ominis stories were about fairies and magic and fun, not his past and…dark wizards… especially not in this tone…

“He’s one of the most dangerous wizards still out there” Ominis swallowed. “But me and your mother will always keep you safe, as long as we shall live, you have nothing to worry of my darlings.”

Just as he finishes his sentence Mc quietly enters the room, clasping a cup of her home brewed tea, curling up on the sofa like a cat, smiling happily at her little family. “What did I miss?” She smiles as she cozies up, curious as to what story her husband had thought up tonight.

Ominis coughs. “Hello dear. I was just telling them about Sebastian Sallow” he says, biting his lip softly as he awaits his wife’s reaction.

Mc’s face turns pale as she almost drops the tea out her hand. “Sebastian?” She says the word as if it isn’t quite real, as if it’s been so long she needed to brush off its cobwebs.

Ominis nods. “Yes dear”

Mc sighs quietly as she slowly brings the teacup up to her lips.

“I remember well”

*Flashback to Summer, 1890*

[Main story begins here]

Chapter 1: Hanging by the thread

Sebastian looks tired, slumped into a chair in the library as he stirs his butterbeer for the thousandth time while flicking the forbidden pages of the restricted section’s literature. He couldn’t sleep though, hell no, that would just amplify his sickening guilt at how he hasn’t found a cure yet.

It was taking forever, and though he demanded (and got) all the help anyone could ask for, the cure seemed to be running from him. The further he delved into his books, the further hope seemed to fade away…

He heard the library clock strike midnight and decided that was enough for today, picking himself up and navigating the twisting corridors of hogwarts back to the slytherin dorm room.

When he arrived Ominis was already fast asleep, lips slightly parted as he lay on his side, hand twitching every so often as if he were lost in some dream. Sebastian deduced he was probably dreaming about Mc, as much as he wished he would not think of her that way… but that was something he was letting take it’s course for now.

The slytherin stretched and yawned as he quickly undressed and slid under the covers, determined to make progress again tomorrow.

The brunette tossed and turned in the night, having a restless sleep, if you could even call it that, riddled with dreams of Goblins doing awful acts…a flashback to Anne being cursed on the cliff next to his home being replayed over and over again in his mind. It filled the boy with this unbreakable rage, only to be satisfied with an act of revenge.

These dreams continued until he heard a familiar well spoken voice.

Ominis broke a nervous smile.

“Late night again I’m assuming?”

Sebastian sat up slightly dazed at the question, ruffling his chestnut hair into something presentable, as if Ominis could somehow see it or even could care.

“Mhm… researching again, you know…” He said, his morning voice a little gruff and hoarse.

“And…. Did you get any further?” Ominis laid his words down delicately and softly, knowing how loose the thread that held their friendship together was now becoming. Ominis was always a master of this, having learned it from being the only kind hearted Gaunt beside his aunt, always having to hedge his words to avoid provoking an argument…

Even so, finding ways to prevent Sebastian’s fiery tantrums proved exceedingly difficult nowadays, and he never knew when the boy would go off on another of his dark tangents. It was hard watching his best friend destroy himself this way, and in a way, it was destroying a part of him…

Sebastian sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes, knowing well he couldn’t go into detail of his thoughts and plans around his Goblin filled dream as Ominis would definitely give him a lecture. He decided he was going to keep quiet and discuss it later with Mc in under undercroft. Along with some other things…

“No, but fuck do I need some caffeine.” He groaned.

They got ready quickly and headed to the great hall for breakfast, making small talk about their classes that day. Any outsider looking in wouldn’t be able to see the threads in their friendship tearing, at least.

Mc was already sat in her designated spot when they arrived, legs crossed as she nibbled on some toast, doing something so mundane yet looking ethereal to them both. The twinkle in her eye as she saw them both headed to her, cheeks turning a warmer shade of pink.

Sebastian licked his lips unknowingly at the sight of her, his mind wandering to their steamy sessions in the undercroft in the past. Their last one was weeks ago now, and he was getting withdrawal from her touch. His body burned to be ontop of hers, to be intertwined with her like he had been so many times before.

He was far from happy when she confessed to him her feelings for Ominis, and although he only saw it as two friends having some fun in the beginning, the boy came to love her deeply… and the only obstacle was his own best friend… not that Ominis even knew of their escapades yet…

Sebastian swallowed his thoughts and sat down, grasping for the coffee that was already half way down the slytherin dining table. Ominis tutted as he heard Sebastian down the entire cup in one go, not once stopping for air.

Mc tries to hold back a giggle at the sight of it, earning her a wink from Sebastian. She tries to ignore it out of respect of her dual feelings for Ominis but her cheeks betrayed her, blushing anyway. At the end of the day Sebastian still held some power of her, as much as she hated it. It was much simpler before all these romantic feelings appeared, and it didn’t take a genius to work out that this friendship trio wasn’t what it once was…

Ominis shifted uncomfortably in his chair, picking up on Mc’s laugh, digesting that familiar feeling of being left out, and thought he hated to admit it, jealousy.

Breakfast wrapped up and the bells rang for first lesson, prompting everyone to slowly pack up and leave. Ominis quietly said goodbye, mostly to Mc, before using his wand to navigate next period’s classroom.

Before Mc could even register his goodbye Sebastian took her wrist, pulling her in a spin to face him. She blinked in surprise, suppressing another harsh blush from appearing as that charming smile she dreaded spread across his face. “I want to meet you later….in the undercroft” he growled in her ear, brushing her hair behind it as he rubbed her arm possessively. Mc bit down on her lip, knowing she shouldn’t be letting this happen again, determined to say no to him for once. Another visit to Sebastian wasn’t going to help her fix this love triangle… but that face made it bloody hard to refuse.

“Uhm… okay, but I can’t be long. I promised to spend time with…�� she trailed off, realising he’d react. The dark haired slytherin raised an eyebrow, prompting her to finish. This boy could see through her lies like polished glass- there was no use. She sighed.

“Ominis”

Sebastian rolled his eyes in distaste but strangely didn’t say anything and let go of her.

“Undercroft.” He repeated, before disappearing to his class, leaving Mc stood there alone, having a good idea of what lay in store for her later…

A/N: Feedback is appreciated! I hope to make this a full length fic! Chapter 2 coming soon :) Stay tuned!

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow fanfiction #ominis gaunt fanfiction #ominis x reader #sebastian sallow smut #ominis gaunt smut #dark sebastian sallow

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noodle-anime · 6 months

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just! finished saiyuki og series!!! discovered the first resurrected edition volume recently and it has been. well. it's been a journey lol

oooooooooh boy there sure was some Anatomy and Proportions happening in the first volume but it was super fun to see the art style progress actually. it encouraged me to notice more complex poses and things in the later volumes, and when there was an occasional repeat panel like Sanzo and Goku's first look it was very cool to see the difference in quality.

i have a coupla favorite panels/spreads and generally tried to pay a little more attention to how things are precisely laid out and it was a fun aspect of reading. i want to do some actual breakdowns now, maybe compare early and later layouts.

also! i discovered and watched zeroin! my first intro to saiyuki was discovering reload blast forever ago. the art style in zeroin and the fact that there's a whole set of characters i'd never heard of before made it feel like an au or semi-canonical anime movie, sorta, but i enjoyed it So much and there are some specific notes on sanzo characterization that i want to dig into

sanzo is my fave and the kami-sama arc was So Very Good in that respect but it also grew my love for gojyo three sizes.

the way that they all react when gojyo leaves cracks me up so much. they're So Offended. something so funny and also so tasty that they will not under any circumstances admit out loud that they care about gojyo and miss him so instead they're like we are going to Hurt Him (because he hurt us) for Disrupting Our Daily Routine (he's a fundamental part of our lives) and FORCING us to turn this car around (he left with the full knowledge and expectation that they would follow through with actually continuing to pursue this Very Important job like they always said they would)

mmmmm gojyo's savior complex mmmm it's good.

got blasted by the idea of gojyo and hakkai starting an orphanage when they're done with the mission. hakkai was a teacher and still models himself as a "childcare professional"/co-parent to goku and gojyo wants to save somebody So Badly. also good luck resocializing goku to not be killing people/fighting for his life every other day for Two Entire Formative Teenage Years, helping kids and not having it backfire spectacularly in his face would be good for him

i just read the fourth volume so that's most of what i've got on my mind, i know i have More thoughts from the other volumes

besides the fact that sanzo's joints are gonna/have gotta be So Fucked Up. he really is a grandpa. poor guy.

feels good to nail some characterization aspects like genjyo "i'm a coldhearted bastard and you'd better stay out of my way" (developed coping mechanisms to deal with the traumatic loss of a parent and people repeatedly Attacking Him at an early age) sanzo, cho "yes i'm the wife/mother, please excuse these skeletons, the cleaver is only for special occasions" hakkai, sha "i'm the only one here who understands how to be a normal person" (he does not but he does have the highest emotional intelligence) gojyo, and son "i'm a teenager" (he's a teenager, also growing up with the aforementioned trio as parental/familial figures and starting to come into his own!!) goku

not a single one of these men has had a normal relationship or even prolonged interaction with a woman

i had no idea there was a whole brainwashing segment with kougaiji?? and i really want to see more of lirin, there are fun parallels there to explore that i really wanna dig into

i had no idea to what level sanzo was a bastard gremlin with a gun who just Happens to also be the highest of high priests before and now that i do it delights me. the very hypocrisy of his acceptance in his position disgusts him because He Is Not Priest Material but also it's what his dad wanted for him so fuck everybody who tries to take that from him. in any other situation he'd be the shady penniless vagabond gun for hire but koumyou happened. and now we all get to enjoy it.

#saiyuki #noodle reads #noodle reads saiyuki #saiyuki original series #noodle speaks #genjo sanzo #genjyo sanzo #sha gojyo #cho hakkai #son goku #saiyuki manga #saiyuki zeroin

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snowbellewells · 9 months

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CSSNS23 One Shot: “Deluge”

My first entry for this year’s @cssns23 event is a one shot based on a prompt I saw on Tumblr some years ago. A cloaked person breaks into the bookshop where the protagonist works. His glowing eyes transfix her as he grabs her wrist, baring hidden symbols on the protagonist’s arm and proclaiming, “It’s you.” (I would love to give credit to the original poster of the prompt, but I do not remember the user’s name. Whoever you were, if you see this, THANK YOU for the inspiration!)

I’m also incredibly grateful for @xarandomdreamx for her wonderfully encouraging and astute beta work, and to @eastwesthomeisbest for the TWO stunningly gorgeous pieces of story art she created for this. I love looking at both of them, and have posted one here at the start, and one in the text where the scene occurs, so you all can enjoy them both too. Thanks again to both of you lovely shipmates!!!

Summary: From the moment the cloaked stranger stepped through the door, Emma Swan's life was forever changed. She could never have imagined how much though, and that she would never want to return to the way things were before...

(This can also be found on AO3, if that is your reading preference...)

Rain poured down, beating on the roof overhead and sluicing across the windowpanes, blearing the world outside as she squinted to peer through. All day long it had been quiet and gray, the impending storm threatening to keep anyone from entering the tiny, overstuffed shop. However, despite the boredom, Emma Swan found herself still lingering past closing time, hardly anxious to brave the wind and rain that had at last been loosed outdoors.

Besides, the uninhabited silence was far from unusual; Emma spent most of her work days dusting, sweeping and tidying the stacks and shelves of the pawn shop’s open design and ostentatious displays, with little to no interruption or interaction at all. Waiting on company, from either rare customers or the proprietor himself was fruitless for the most part, so thankfully she’d never minded largely being left to her own devices, not having to bother with small talk.

She had locked the entrance door and flipped the sign from ‘open’ to ‘closed’ some time ago, dimming the lights as well, so that any curious passerby who might see her finishing up her tasks wouldn’t assume it meant they were welcome to shop late. With her gaze falling idly back to her hand swiping the dustcloth back and forth on the counter near the cash register, Emma sighed hoping the rain wouldn’t keep her there all night. Mr. Gold, the owner, with his superior attitude, three piece suits, and gold-topped cane, did not stop to check in often, but he wanted things tidy and precisely as he wished when he did so, and so she’d kept busy until the place shone..

From the beginning of her employment, Emma had easily sensed that the man did not run his odd little emporium for needed income; however, what she was still puzzling over some months later, was what his purpose might be instead. Nevertheless, she kept things organized and neat, and herself well aware of each item’s place, if not its purpose, whether or not it was necessary, as those who entered seemed to come already knowing what they sought. Even rarer, she turned a carefully blind eye when particular souls came desperately seeking Gold himself for something which could not be bought in stores - at which requests the man always managed to preternaturally appear.

It was strange. She wouldn’t even try to deny it. But she had felt open and exposed, on the run, for too long, and she liked the off-putting impenetrable feeling of the crammed corner shop. It felt hidden, safely ensconced and forgotten, unseen. Yes, when the gentleman himself slowly and deliberately limped in, his shrewd eyes seeing everything, he did make her more than a bit uneasy. Her skin crawled beneath the long sleeves she couldn’t help tugging at to cover her skin, if his keen stare focused on her for too long.

Still, she needed a job, and it paid well without demanding much of her. Not that she was without ambition either, but she’d had too much drifting and uncertainty in life thus far to walk away from something at least partially stable too quickly. Beyond all that, in the oddest of all ways, the things and their troubling owner, as well as the shop itself, needed her to keep watch; she felt it down to her bones.

Having finished dusting and re-alphabetizing the rare and limited edition tomes displayed in their prime location along the wall behind the counter, and with only a few lights left to douse before she had to leave and brave the stormy conditions, Emma ran her fingers rather proudly over the leatherbound and gilt-edged spines she had lined up precisely to beckon the right customers, who would know what was within their reach. As silly as it felt to care for a hodge podge of antiques, collectibles, and curiosities on a narrow, forgotten city street, she couldn’t help the pleased warmth in her chest for a moment at the sight of a job well done.

So she startled when the little bell over the door jangled with someone’s abrupt entrance, blown in with the swirl of wind and raindrops that slammed the door closed in a resounding snap behind them. Spinning on her heel quickly, and with a startled gasp she couldn’t quite restrain, Emma’s nerves jangled with alarm and awareness in equal measure at the tall form standing just inside the door, shrouded almost completely in a dripping dark green cloak. Unmoving, unspeaking, and yet holding every ounce of her attention, the being stood panting and facing her as drops of rainwater falling onto the floor made the only sound.

Her momentary fear tossed aside, Emma straightened her spine, eyes burning as she faced the intruder. She could have sworn she’d locked the door as well as moving the sign to closed, even if he had ignored honoring the common courtesy of business hours. Wary but determined, she moved carefully to the end of the counter, moving to step out from behind it and see that this trespasser moved on. She wasn’t foolhardy either though, and she held a pewter candlestick behind her back that she had picked up unseen and would not hesitate to use if the need called for it.

“I’m afraid we’re closed for the day,” she stated plainly, even if it was more of a hoarse croak than the automatic statement she’d aimed for. “You’ll have to come back during normal business hours.” Something crackled in the air between herself and the still-silent interloper, as she came to stand just a few feet before…him.

Oh, she could tell that it was a man standing before her now; that much was certain. As she’d drawn closer, she could glimpse a strong, dark-stubbled jawline partially bared by the hood haphazardly draped over his head. The large hands fisting and unclenching repeatedly at his sides, as they worked to forestall some tension, were unmistakably masculine as well.

Yet, settled as she was that it was not some unearthly monster standing before her, it did not keep her from stumbling backwards into one of the numerous bookshelves with a cry of alarm when he lurched forward toward her, grasping her wrists in a strong, inescapable grip and choking out, “Is it really you?” His voice was rough like metal being raked over gravel in its intensity. “After all this time…”

It was then that the hood fell back, exposing his full visage to her and nearly stopping her breath. There was no other possible reaction; the man before her was stunning.

Tilting her head back slightly to take him in, her eyes trailed from the disheveled dark hair standing up from his head wildly, to the thick, strong brows near black as ravens’ wings, the proud broad shoulders and lean frame practically vibrating with some energy she couldn't quite grasp, back up to the startlingly deep faceted blue eyes, glowing like twin diamonds.

Wait, no - glowing?!? Emma shook her head, disbelieving her own sight as her mouth fell open and she involuntarily tried to take another step back. There was no denying the proof in front of her. Unblinking, his eyes glowed with an unearthly light, near mesmerizing her with the effect.

As he’d swooped forward, trapping her in his grasp, Emma let out a strangled gasp. The press of his body against hers, had her coming to rest heavily against the end of one of the long bookshelves; the heavy candlestick she had hoped to use against him fell nervelessly from her fingers to the carpeted floor.

Wide and frightened, she felt as though her own eyes might pop out of her head, but she forced herself to raise them and meet his implacable stare, trying to appear unafraid, despite trembling in every limb. Clenching her jaw with resolve, Emma willed herself not to wither at his close proximity and obvious strength. Fruitlessly she tried to push him back, only to find it impossible. In truth, she hardly wanted to. It was an instinctive reaction, but as the tall frame somehow pressed closer still, his height looming over her in a way that overwhelmed but warmed her deliciously, her nerve endings tingled. Possessive or protective, Emma wasn't sure which, but she could not truly pull away, shivering as the stranger continued to stare down at her - blue eyes seeming to penetrate beneath the surface of her soul.

Shaking her head, Emma struggled to put the questions flying through her head into words, but nothing came. The sound died in her throat with a pitiful squeak she shuddered to recognize as her own. What was happening to her? Who was this man, and what did he think he was doing? As if forgetting that she was pinned between his frame and the solid barrier behind her, Emma once again attempted to step away, to gain some distance, only to be brought up short.

The man still held her wrist circled in his grip like an iron band. Her mouth went dry as he pulled it forward and shoved back the sleeve she always kept pulled down to her wrist before she could even attempt to stop him. Wordlessly, he stared at the skin he had exposed, his focus narrowing, even as she shook in fear. Her awareness was like a shock of electricity at the feel of another’s eyes on the bared skin she had hidden for so long.

This time it was the mysterious interloper who drew in the sharp breath, stunned and unsure, frozen for a second at the impact of his discovery. Emma’s eyes fell to take in the oddly beautiful markings that stole across her skin, up from the pulse at her wrist to just past the bend of her elbow, scrolling and twisting, curled around her forearm and each other like intricately inked tattoos in a pearlescent, unearthly jade. She hadn’t sought them out though; the markings had been a part of her for as long as she could remember. And though Emma felt connected to them, found them pleasantly comforting, she had learned long ago to keep them from sight. Others were troubled by them - confused, concerned, frightened or disgusted; none of the reactions she had seen were pleasant. It was easier to avoid their detection altogether, though it meant shrouding a piece of herself.

But the look in his disturbingly captivating orbs reflected none of those expected responses. He appeared almost entranced, as if he would brush each whorl of color with feather-light lips if she allowed it. It was a strange thing to think, and yet she knew it with unmistakable clarity; despite how intimate and gentle the action would be from someone so abrupt and unexpected - a complete stranger so far - she could see it in her mind’s eye.

“It really is you,” he breathed, reverent low voice whispering in her ear almost musically. “After all this time…Emma. I’ve found you at last.”

Her brow crinkled immediately, and her pulse kicked back up at the inexplicable familiarity. In her consternation, her words found a sharp voice. “What?!? Who are you? And how do you know my name? What are you talking about, ‘found me’? I’ve never met you!”

Standing up to his full height, Emma was stricken by the infinite sadness in this stranger’s deep gaze as he looked down into her face. Gently, he shook his head from side to side, and his next words escaped in a longing whisper, “Ah Lass, but you have…”

Opening her mouth to argue, Emma shook her head uncomprehendingly. Though he had released his grip and retreated a step to give her room to breathe, her visitor continued before she could interrupt.

“You do know me, Emma. You simply cannot remember.” He paused, seemingly trying to gather himself, swallowing hard and cheeks flushing a red that spread even up to the tops of his ears, which she realized were uniquely pointed where they peeked from his mussed dark hair. “This will sound like a made-up tale, but I have sought you for so long. You have been alone, and you deserve to know why.”

Emma’s eyes narrowed, focusing on his handsomely shadowed face. She prided herself on being able to read others well - to see their truth or their lies in their bearing or their expressions beyond the words they spoke. And she sensed nothing but honest sincerity in this man, making what he said next all the more staggering.

“I am Killian Jones, Captain of the Guard of the high fae court of these lands. You are fae as well, Emma, born to our people in the forests near here. You were left as what is called a changeling, with a human caretaker, when you were a mere few hours old. It happens often among our kind,” he hurried to add, seeing the shocked and hurt expression on her face. His hand rose yet again, as if to forestall anger or tears, even if she couldn’t yet believe any of his nonsensical words. She knew she had never quite fit, never known her family, but to claim she was of another species entirely?

Finally, she had to break in, catching his hand and jerking it toward her, forcing him to feel her seriousness. “K-Killian, is it?” She spoke hesitantly, though she felt quite certain she would never forget the name he had offered in that voice, or the look in his eyes, as long as she lived. “You can’t mean any of this. It’s insanity! Why would I believe you?”

Killian’s eyes fell to the floor, dropping contact with hers so completely that she felt the loss like a chill through her insides. He sighed again, the sound forced from his lungs. When he spoke, his words were the barest murmur, melancholy and pained. He raked a hand through the fringe falling over his forehead, but was gentle when he took her wrist once more, turning her hand palm up and carefully inching back the long sleeve which had fallen back down to cover her skin.

“You do not have to believe me. I realize, as I have said, that this all sounds far fetched. But I also think that, deep inside yourself, you know I’m right, that something has always been different about you, setting you apart. This is why.”

Those mesmerizing blue pools rose to envelope her again, and he seemed willing to wait for her signal, her permission to go on.

It was only once she gathered a shaky breath and gave a short nod of acquiescence that he continued. “You see,” Killian intoned, the cadence becoming a soothing lilt the longer she listened to him speak, her eyelids fluttering as he lightly traced the loops and swirls along her forearm, dancing over the veins and nerve endings in a sweet caress. “I was the one to place you in the human home. The woman and man who lived there were poorly matched. He did not care for her as much as for his own pursuits, though she had not yet seen the extent of the dark shadow in his heart. She loved books and learning and wished desperately for a child to care for, to share all her stories with and bestow her love upon. But she could not conceive. We knew she was aware of the legends and lore and would understand the gift you were, as our people often seek to leave fairy infants with humans for a time. The child is cosseted and cared for, and we return for them when they are able to live and move about the forest as the rest of us do.”

Biting her tongue, Emma forced herself not to interrupt with questions. She had always carried only vague memories of her earliest years - jumbled and impossible to put together in any kind of order. Just as she could sense he spoke the truth, she felt she was finally on the cusp of having answers, as wild and outlandish as they might appear. The story was about to take a turn, and she waited anxiously for it.

“You were placed in the home of this strange spinner and his beautiful young wife. And though he had no true interest in you, she loved you dearly. It had been my duty to choose the home, and it seemed, in watching from a distance, that all was proceeding as it should. She carried you with her wherever she went, whatever the chore, hardly letting you leave her side for a moment. Her happiness was complete in at last having a child on whom to shower her affection, even knowing she would not have her little one forever. Unfortunately, none of us realized… and I… I failed to see… the folly that was coming.”

With the cloud that passed over his sculpted features, Emma suddenly grasped the truly ethereal beauty he possessed. It would only make sense if he were not a mere mortal man. His troubled visage made her wish to comfort him, to assuage some of his clearly felt guilt. She almost told him he did not have to keep speaking, but she needed to hear the rest.

“There was an uprising. Another group of our kind, from another realm, twisted and changed by greed and thirst for power, attempted to overrun us and take our kingdom as their own. The conflict was long and bitter, and though we prevailed, fought them off, and send them back from whence they came, many good and powerful fae were lost. There was much damage and confusion. When things were at last put to rights once more, and I resumed my patrols, it was discovered that the old spinner had at last let his baser nature, his desire for strength and influence, overwhelm him. His dear wife had finally come to understand his nature and had fled from him, taking you with her. Observation told us that her former mate had gained some manner of dark magic of his own, and that he had learned of the changeling who had dwelt beneath his roof. Hurt and angry, and vengeful to a fault, he used all the means he had to seek his poor spouse - no woman should leave him as she had, he reckoned - and you… He became convinced you were the key to holding yet more magic and power in his grasp. Though we continued to keep an eye on the old scoundrel, his former wife and the fae child with her - you, Emma - seemed to have vanished without a single sign. Until you came to our attention, only recently, here in this shop. And… I had to see for myself.”

Emma felt her heart thudding in her chest so strongly that it seemed to slam against her throat, climbing up to pound and echo in her ears and blur her vision. She shook her head mutely as tears clouded her eyes. She didn’t want to fall for any of this, and yet somehow her heart recognized it as the truth. Though she couldn’t remember it all, she remembered glimpses of being rocked and held by a crackling fire, an unusual accent that she’d never heard since telling her tales in the sunlight and summer breeze. Had she possessed a mother after all? One she just couldn’t recall? Why else could she not summon anything before coming to this town some few years ago and scraping by on the streets as a pickpocket until she was old enough to seek honest employment?

Blinking the tears away, Emma looked down, only to suck in a rasp of breath in shock. The ink along her arm, that had always seemed a dark, marring emblem to keep covered and unseen, now shone with an ethereal light under Killian’s fingers. Transfixed, Emma reached out to touch the suddenly glowing marks for herself, finding the skin slightly warm, but otherwise just as it had always felt. Meeting the open, welcoming gaze of Killian Jones once more, she wasn’t sure how to respond, what question to ask first, utterly flabbergasted and overwhelmed. She honestly tried not to hold the bit of knowing swagger on his face against him, particularly when he smiled again through the pained regret which had radiated from him as he told the tale. True, he must have known her arm would light up with its strange insignia, but he had tried to prepare her and keep it as the last proof to make her see that what he told her was true.

“They’re runes, Lass. Fae symbols unique to each of us, identifying us to one another when words are not possible - or in cases such as yours when all else has been forgotten.”

Gulping down the lump in her throat, Emma aimed for gentle teasing, though the rasp of her words made them sound less playful than intended. “Cases like mine? I hope it doesn’t happen very often!”

Immediately, a furrow of worry puckered the skin between his brows, and that clear guilt and self-recrimination passed back over Killian’s face. Nodding to her in quick deference, he murmured, “Of course, right you are. I only meant… they are another way to bring a fae’s true nature to light, when all else fails…”

Releasing her arm, he turned to face the darkened street through the window outside. Emma got the definite sense he was ashamed to meet her eyes now, as if he deemed her more angry than she actually was. She was confused, surprised, uncertain, but not as upset as one might expect. She had been helpless to put the fragmented bits of memory together until he came. Her past had always been a mystery to her; who she was, where she’d come from, and where she belonged, was always a shrouded blank that she had no way of bringing into focus. It had felt as though something was missing, and now she knew why. Relief and knowledge were both coursing through her with a rush she could barely contain.

She didn’t want him to blame himself or to mourn what was long past, and before she could second guess or pull back, Emma had closed the space between them once more, laying a hand on his shoulder in a gesture she hoped would bring comfort. “Why are you taking all the blame?” she asked carefully, causing him to twist quickly, eyes full of surprise at her calm curiosity instead of harsh accusation. “The little I remember of who must have been the young woman you left me with is pleasant. I don’t know what happened to separate us, but it would seem you chose well. You couldn’t have predicted what would follow.”

Shaking his head adamantly, as if warding off her attempt to free him from responsibility, his broad shoulders rose and fell heavily while he heaved out a ragged breath. “Don’t you understand?” he ground out at long last. “I failed you. I was meant to be your guard. I was appointed to bring you back into the fold when the time came. Instead I - I lost you, and you were cut off in the world. Without your people, your heritage, any idea of who you were and what you could do. You should hate me, Emma. You have every right, and I would not blame you… I already blame myself.”

This time, when he finally turned to face her, Emma could see the moisture he would not allow to fall clouding the brilliance of his seaswept eyes. His jaw was clenched so tightly she could feel the muscle working in his cheek; his conflict so obvious she was powerless to do anything other than lift her hand to stroke her fingers along the spot, anxious and needing to ease the ache. “But don’t you see?” she rejoined in equally fervent tones. “Now I know… after feeling so alone, so blank and lost, I finally see why. It isn’t just that I’m strange and unwanted; I belonged somewhere else. All this time, I was not nothing. I was never nothing. You’ve shown me that, and… while I may not understand everything yet,” she blushed, and let her gaze fall slightly to where his chest rose and fell erratically, and her other hand now toyed idly with the open collar of the tunic beneath his cloak, drawn by the warmth radiating from him despite the cool evening air around him and the lingering dampness of his clothes from the storm outside.

Killian trembled beneath her touch, eyes falling closed, attempting to hold himself back. Then, as if snapping free of the self-imposed restraint, his dark lashes flicked up, baring her to his stare once more, and he turned his head to press full, tender lips to the inside of her wrist, over the strange tattoo that had fascinated and puzzled Emma all her life. The runes, as Killian had called them, seemed to flare to an even brighter life at his touch, and she held her breath, struck by how good it felt, giving herself over to his reverent ministration.

Murmuring against her sensitized flesh, he assured her, “Of course you are not nothing. You have always been something special. Always.”

A moan of pleasure left her throat at that; his lips and his words both a long-needed balm to her heart and a heady pleasure that rushed through like a tidal wave. Pressing nearer to his solid frame, she suddenly felt as if she could not get close enough. Not unless she burrowed inside him and under his skin.

She was only momentarily surprised, and thoroughly pleased, when he flipped their positions, this time bracing her between the counter and himself and bending her back over the surface with the strength and passion of his kisses, moving from her arm and up her neck to claim her mouth ravenously. Emma had never felt such a thrill of connection to anything or anyone in her life, nothing even came close enough to compare to the tendrils of awareness mapping throughout her insides and setting her alight to a degree she had not known was possible until that moment.

Keening low in her throat, not caring how desperate it might sound, she grappled with clutching fingers to pull him closer still, to rise on the very tips of her toes, and bring her face on a level with Killian’s, aching almost to drink him in through hungry lips and be merged as one. His breath was warm on her throat as an answering chuckle huffed out of him on an unsteady gasp. Both of them were panting when the kiss broke, their foreheads resting together as each of them attempted to draw in needed air, eyes dancing with pleased mischief and happy discovery.

Her eyes followed every tiny movement he made, as Killian’s sweeping gaze raked heat along her body from the top of her head all the way down to her feet. When his tongue flicked out to trail along his lower lip enticingly, Emma felt her own copy the gesture, anxious to taste him again, and allow him to once more taste her. “What say you, Emma?” he pressed avidly, “Shall we sail away from here?”

And indeed they did. The one good thing perhaps to how long she had spent adrift was how little it took to be ready to go with him. She traveled light and had never collected many possessions she would truly miss. The offered hand and hope for answers, for companionship, for a future and a home, were enough to seal her decision well beyond any hesitation she might have harbored.

Stealing away that very night, her cryptic employer found no trace of her upon entering his shop the following morning. He’d had his suspicions of just who and what this Emma Swan he had hired might be. He had intended to lurk stealthily, watching and waiting to see if she was indeed as powerful as he suspected and how he might make use of that power. Once he had ascertained what he needed, Gold had hoped to keep her there, adding her into his collection like another of the rare trinkets in the shop she tended, a boon to be possessed. That she might well be the child his younger wife had doted on and adored so many years ago gave him not a moment’s pause. He had long believed the infant to be the reason his Belle had finally left him and so sealed her tragic fate. If this Emma were indeed that babe grown, it gave him all the more reason to see her put under glass, where her beauty and strength could benefit his aims, but do him no harm.

That she had slipped through his fingers and escaped without a trace - and taken some of his most potent, and therefore most valuable, wares in her flight - drove him to smash his shop almost to pieces in a fit of rage and tormented him the rest of his miserable long life.

But Emma at long last was free and at peace. Once she and Killian crossed the borders of that small village and passed into the deep, surrounding woods, a weight lifted from her shoulders, lightness suffusing her being in a way she had never before experienced. The scales fell from her eyes, at last allowing her to fully see the beauty of this place which had been just beyond her reach all the time.

Every cell in her body seemed to tingle. She was lit from within and fully alive. Killian beside her smiled knowingly at her expression, understanding just how she felt. Perhaps he did, to some degree. How long had he spent searching for her? Blaming himself for her loss and missing some piece of himself as well? He had always been meant to be her protector, and now at long last he had guided her back to her people, her place in the world.

When she turned to look up at him beneath the branches overhead and with fireflies just beginning to light the air in bright pinpricks around them, he took Emma’s breath away with his tender eyes and gentle touch. With the way he gazed at her, she knew as he leaned closer that the kiss he was about to bestow would be different from their previous ones - soft and lingering, but no less astounding in its effect.

The sensuous warmth in his touch and the feel of his lips on hers swept Emma up in sensations she never wished to escape; she wanted to wrap Killian around her and never let go, savoring every moment. Humming into his kiss, she placed both hands on his cheeks, caressing his face before teasing over the pointed tips of his ears and threading into the dark hair at the nape of his neck, anchoring herself to him. She knew there was so much more to learn and to see about this place - her birthright - and this man before her, but she couldn’t wait to tackle it, anxious for what lay ahead as she had never been before. She wasn’t about to let go; she would hold onto this chance - and Killian Jones - with both hands and every breath that was in her. Emma had finally found the love, the home, she had always missed, and she wasn’t about to leave it again.

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Answering asks #2

Let's goooo!!! With this I've answered all the asks in my inbox!!! Yippie!!!!!

@chouchinobake Hiya to you as well!! Omg thank you so much for the kind wordsss <333 I'm always happy when people say they like my artstyle bc I go through periods where I'm not sure if it even works, so it makes me mega happy to hear ppl like it!!!!

OOO to answer your question I, I do have some silly headcanons over how the Reapers act in office amongst eachother 👁️!!!

It's nothing to developed, but I'll just vomit them all out:

Listen listen... Grelle might be a girlboss but she's also a girlfailure. I don't think she can cook to save her life, BUT I DO THINK she'd want to make Will lunch. Like she thought it'd be cute, but then William suffered food poisoning and she was discouraged. I want to believe... That she managed to learn how to make like simple foods ala cookies. And occassionally brings them to the office. Let me have wholesome interractions...

People often micharacterize Grelle and think she doesn't know how to do her job, but she does!! She's a career driven woman (Yana's words). But she's also really silly and loves to goof around. I feel like her and Ronald are infamous around the office for goofing around. I can see them doing this and will making them work overtime after they crash into some table and scatter papers everywhere:

I love that in canon, Ronald calls Sebastian- Sebas-chan as a joke. It's clear Grelle told him everything about Sebastian, and I think that's really funny. Like Ronald just has an indepth knowledge about Grelle's love life/crushes. It's cute I love them.

I sadly don't have any cool funny headcanons for William, he's just in his plank of wood in a suit mode, doing his job like in canon. Same goes for Othello, since he works at a diff appartment. And Undertaker went rogue so I don't have much for him either :(

Hope you enjoyed these!! Sorry for the wait and thank you for your patience and kind words!!!

@eemoo1o

I haven't watched Centaurworld (yet) BUT I have listened to the songs which are all honestly bangers. If you don't mind some out-of-context spoilers, I made an animatic based on one of the songs with Umineko characters:

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But yes I really love the songs and I should probs watch the show too... it just takes me forever to get to stuff XD.

As for other pony shows I like. UHHH- does Bojack Horseman count? He's a horse I know, but that's kinda like a pony... I love Bojack sm... One of my fave shows of all time. The reason I got Netflix actually!

But my dearest pony show is forever MLP!!! It shaped my childhood and I love it dearly. Twilight best pony.

Kinda! Not really. Maybe! I'm no professional voice actor and I barely know what I'm doing, but I do like to voice act here and there!

I actually have an Umineko Fandub I'm doing (on my own), where I voice act... all the characters...

You can watch it here!

@numbereightforever Never apologize for supporting my art!!!! Thank you so much that's really sweet of you <333!!!

@anyarlly I appriciate so much when y'all send me messages like these it makes me so happy that ppl look through my blog and observe the arts it makes me AAA it's like ppl looking into a lil gallery show I made. It's so cool!! Thank you for liking my Grelle arts <33

@anawkwardlady Y E S. Y E S. Finally someone thinks I'm good at selling this damn game. You don't understand how much I struggle to get anyone irl to care abt it, so this... this makes me feel powerful... AAA if you do Umineko consider liveblogging it 👁️ Umineko fans are crazy and love hearing ppl's thought process as they are solving the game >:)!!! But only if u want to! AAAA I'm so happy this made me so happy ty!!!

I consider this a huge win, THANK YOU anon!!! It's the biggest compliment for any queer person to hear their art made someone gayer.

I wanted to draw you something too, so I decided to finish this Sebastian doodle I started awhile ago. Mr yaoi hands still thinks he's in his prime shaking my smh.

#katanswers #cw suggestive

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Can I just say that I have a humongous amount of interest in the long-running james and lily are celebrities who break up and then get back together that's told entirely in celebrity profile if you were ever thinking of going back to it and that I’d give my left arm to even read the drafts (in a non pressurising way hopefully!). Your writing is incredible and I’m always ecstatic to read anything of yours!!!

this is so nice, and because i'm leaving and it will never be finished you can have the entire barely-there draft!!! be warned, i wrote most of this in, like, high school. also it is very much not finished but i tacked on my plot notes at the end to give you an idea of what i was going for. anyway, onwards!

Excerpt from a Vanity Fair Exclusive: The Wrong Love Story: James Potter and Lily Evans Take the World and Then Try Give It Back

This is not a love story. Well, it wasn’t when it all started.

{ARCHIVED EMAIL} [email protected] TO [email protected]

r.e: audition today

liz

audition terrible. if wannabe seth rogen calls tell him yoghurt washes off and im not paying shite

cheers,

lil

{ARCHIVED TEXT} James Potter to Sirius Black: car is covered in yogurt pls make sure there aren’t pigeons outside ur house

Sirius Black: cant tell if this is a sex thing or not

James Potter: how could it be a sex thing

James Potter: girl from the audition threw yoghurt at my car after i said her movies pander to stuck up virgins

Sirius Black: love that ur calling her ‘girl from the audition’ like u didn’t see that soccer film she was in four times

Excerpt from a Vanity Fair Exclusive: The Wrong Love Story: James Potter and Lily Evans Take the World and Then Try Give It Back

First, some history.

Lily Evans essentially became famous overnight. At the age of 20, starring alongside Keira Knightley and telling the story of the world’s first openly gay soccer player, she was nominated for a Golden Globe for her debut feature film performance.

I say ‘debut feature film’ because Evans had been a staple on the art house short film scene for a number of years with her collaborator Severus Snape. They made the type of horror short films your kids show you when they’re fifteen and you wonder if you should get them to talk to someone. They are still available in the depths of Youtube if you’re interested.

They were actually somewhat of a big deal, in art house circles. Their slasher esque short Lace Me about a disembodied neck, while sounding bizarre, wracked up 300,000 views on their (since deactivated) Youtube channel and is, in parts, genuinely thrilling. Snape was the director and cinematographer and Evans the actress, both sharing the writing credit. Both lived in the quiet, rural Cokeworth, a small British town known primarily for a throwaway line in Billy Elliot and now, Evans. They shared a street that had a playground in the middle, the houses bubbling around the outside. There is a photo of them, floppy haired with notebooks out, sat on the top of the monkey bars and talking. They would be about fourteen.

When asked about that period of her life, Evans is unsurprisingly stiff. “I was a kid.” she said in an interview some years ago, “I made weird shit and showed it to other kids who made weird shit. I don’t know how they hold up today, I don’t own any of the copies anymore, but I liked scary movies. I still like scary movies.”

In any case, the partnership ended under somewhat bitter circumstances, as most people who were breathing and owned a television five years ago probably know, but we’ll get to that.

What’s important right now is that, basically, James Potter has been famous forever.

THE TIMES: Celebrated director duo welcome son

Acclaimed English director duo Finneas ‘Flea’ Potter (53) and Eleonor Potter (47) welcomed a son on Sunday night, their representatives confirmed. Their statement read: “We are delighted to announce the arrival of our son James Phillip Potter on March 9th. Both Mother and baby are doing well, and if anyone’s interested, the father found the whole thing rather stressful actually.”

Flea had previously been married to Dorea Hart for three years. This is Eleonor’s first marriage, and the first child for both.

Eleonor, educated at the Yale school of drama and originally an actress, became the youngest female nominee for Best Director at 28 for her work on Ridiculous, about a haunted high school debate team. Flea is perhaps best known for his work directing the critically-acclaimed comedy-drama duology Pure Blood, which won Barnet Gomas back to his back-to-back Best Actor BAFTA’s and Golden Globes a decade ago.

The couple married fourteen years ago and formed the production company Sleekeazy (pronounced ‘Sleazy”) International Pictures, the name being a play on the short-lived but successful production company ‘Selznick International Pictures’.

Both directed the comedy-drama Hair Care and the coming of age film Out Past Dark, the latter going on to win Best Picture. More recently, the couple have been executive producers on the HBO mini-series 394, a thriller series based on Eileen Rickman’s best-selling novel.

TEEN VOUGE: This Picture of Young James Potter with His Mum Is The Cutest Thing In the World

CLEVVER TV: Watch Seven-Year-Old James Potter talk about his Parents Movie Legacy in Unreleased Clip!

JEZEBEL: Its Been Twenty Years Since ‘Hallmark Boy’ Hit Our Screens, Find Out Why It’s Still James Potter’s Best Film Ever

AV CLUB: Uhhh Remember That Time A Nine-Year-Old James Potter Wore Socks Over Shoes To His Movie Premiere

BUZZFEED: James Potters Movie Characters Ranked By How Big Your Crush On Them Was When You Were Eleven

REDDIT THREAD: best child james potter movie moment that isnt the scene where hes serenading kelly rocket at the school disco in ‘forget it’ bc obvsly that’s number one

Excerpt from BLACK SHEEP: The Unauthorised Biography of Hollywood’s Favourite Bad Boy Sirius Black

Sirius meet James Potter on a fake train, on a movie set they’d snuck on to when they were both meant to be onset filming a cereal commercial. Both boys, rouge and wild even at age nine, had bonded over their mutual hatred of acting and, as I’m informed by a stage hand, were found stealing cigarettes from a back room.

Black, by this point well into being emotionally and physically manipulated by his Hollywood obsessed mother, was drawn to Potter’s easygoing family. Married for 22 years, the Potter’s were the stability Sirius so craved in his own turbulent home life. Despite the long-reported rumours of Finneas’ homosexuality, the Potter marriage appeared stable, and Sirius used James as his raft to gain access.

Excerpt from a Vanity Fair Exclusive: The Wrong Love Story: James Potter and Lily Evans Take the World and Then Try Give It Back

You can’t talk about James Potter for too long without eventually ending up at Sirius Black. For the record, that story in widely debunked biography Black Sheep about how James Potter and Sirius Black met on a movie set they’d both snuck on too? Untrue. They actually met in the green room of a Disney ad featuring a large group of child actors at seven years old, where Potter claims Black unapologetically ate almost the entire allotment of sandwiches and then vomited to go home early.

“It was the greatest acting he’s ever done or will ever do, really.” Potter said on a press tour on The Jonathan Ross Show, to uproarious laughter. Black, by then his producing partner and wearing an outfit so ridiculously cool to look at it too long was to wither and die, said casually “I live to inspire the younger generation.” (Potter is two days younger than Black)

So, James Potter, on his way to becoming the most famous child star since Macaulay Culkin, meets Sirius Black, a kid some already considered burnt out even at the tender age of seven.

THE DAILY MAIL: Former By the Numbers star Sirius Black, 14, testifies in his lawsuit for emancipation in tense court scene [PHOTOS]

E NEWS: Sirius Black and James Potter are Reportedly Living Together During His Lawsuit

THE ATLANTIC: What Sirius Black’s Emancipation Says About the Treatment of Minors in Entertainment

THE DAILY MAIL: Walburga Black Accused of Child Endangerment: Sixteen Hour Workdays, Withholding Food, Halting Production Over Screen Time

JUST JARED: {PHOTOS} Sirius Black Seen Out and Partying During Trial!!

E NEWS: Regulus Black Called to Testify on Mothers Behalf in Black Trial

VANITY FAIR: Black Star Collapse: Inside the Mistreatment, On-Set Abuse, and Erosion of Sirius Black.

[14] missed calls

{ARCHIVED TEXT} Remus Lupin to James Potter: jesus where ar e you

Remus Lupin: james

Remus Lupin: everythings gone to shit i cant find him

Remus Lupin: pickup

TMZ: [VIDEO] Sirius Black (15) Drunkenly ATTACKS Police Officer On Street Amid Emancipation Trial!

Video Embedded below shows former child star Sirius Black, 15, attacking a paparazzo outside a local nightclub, swearing, and apparently intoxicated. Watch now!

Excerpt from a Vanity Fair Exclusive: The Wrong Love Story: James Potter and Lily Evans Take the World and Then Try Give It Back

The saga of Sirius Black’s emancipation trial from his parents was plastered, in excruciating detail, all over the internet (including in this publication) for the two years it dragged on, so won’t be discussed here. All there is to say is that Black moved in with the Potter’s over this period and eventually, at 16, won his emancipation case. Records indicate that he still has not been paid the estimated £4.1 million his parents stole from him over his childhood.

Black continued living with the Potter’s until both moved out at 17 to LA, this time with two new people in tow. Remus Lupin met Black in a McDonalds where the latter was working at the time, and ended up dropping everything to move with them eight months later. Peter Pettigrew was an eternal extra on the set of Potter’s Disney films that he took a shine too and dragged along with him.

Lupin, whose father was an accountant and his mother a school receptionist, was eighteen and the oldest of the four of them upon moving out. “One of us had to sign the lease.” He explained, in an interview some years later. Pettigrew (at the time) just seemed to be happy to be along for the ride. “it’s fun,” he said on Entertainment Tonight just after Genuine Idiot came out and started getting rave reviews, “It’s all just really fun.”

REDDIT: I’m Sirius Black - AMA

It’s Sirius and I’m here promoting my new film Genuine Idiot (out November 3rd) which I co-wrote/am in so you should all watch it in cinemas or buy on blue-ray so you can skip all the parts I’m not in. Cheers!

wolfwere asks: how did you and remus lupin met?

Sirius Black: in a mcdonalds when i was skipping a court-mandated meeting for emancipated minors and lupin was there wiping tables badly

Корнелийfudge: If you didn’t act what would you do?

Sirius Black: does porn count

gillyweed420: james potters best performance?

Sirius Black: the kleenex commercial he did when he was five and dressed as a booger that he hates (link)

Hoegoblin: What do you consider your greatest accomplishment

Sirius Black: climbed all the way up a traffic light the other weekend

jimmyboy: Does it bother you that james has more kids choice awards than you

Sirius Black: i saw you type this potter everyone go cyberbully him

[deleted]: dick pic?

Sirius-Black: my publicist (remus in a wig) said no

ARCHIVED EMAIL: [email protected] TO

James Potter to group: okay so the worst thing ever has just happened

Remus Lupin: oh my god oprah DID NOT die

James Potter: no

James Potter: what???

James Potter: the funding on that lily evans project came through

ARCHIVED EMAIL FROM: [email protected] TO [email protected]

r.e: incident in parking lot

Minerva,

Lily has assured me that the incident at the audition will not happen again, and that she and Mr Potter can remain professional on set. She also wanted me to assure that the yoghurt had been shown on an advertisement to not stain clothes, so damage to the vehicle would have been minimal.

Despite my objections she wanted this clarified. Sorry again, please contact me if there are any issues.

Elizabeth Alexander

Mckinnon Agencies

Excerpt from a Vanity Fair Exclusive: The Wrong Love Story: James Potter and Lily Evans Take the World and Then Try Give It Back

Reportedly, either during or after the audition for James Potter and Lily Evans’ first film collaboration (Hidden in the Willow, directed by the famed Minerva McGonagall) there was- what has been referred to- as ‘The Incident in the Parking Lot’. As for what the incident was, stories vary, from as fantastical as Evans picking up Potter’s car and throwing it into a nearby building, to Potter making a joke about the relative unattractiveness of Evans’ shoes that caused some on-set tension.

Even putting aside rumours of onset drama, the production itself seemed cursed, with the three of the seven willow trees being used in production seemingly having a mind of their own and giving several crew members black eyes or bruised ribs. There was record rainfall for a film that was meant to be set almost entirely outside, under said possessed willows, and whatsmore the prop master had a somewhat wild cat who stalked the set, interfering in shots and looking generally put out.

Regardless, what occurred between the pair was not pleasant, and thus began the feud of the year which played out on-set of the film, where they played lovers, during the press tour and in the months after. Evans’ agent and apparent friend Elizabeth Alexander referred to the rumours of twos dislike as ‘blown wildly out of proportion’.

Sirius Black, Potter’s aforementioned best friend and writing partner who was called for comment for this story, appeared to refute this, saying: “Listen I’m not saying shit, but for the record Liz is talking out her ass.”

The drama apparently stemmed from different approaches to film practise. Potter, raised on sets all his life, casual with his luck, preferred not to learn his lines before the day of shooting. He missed his marks, joked around with lighting guys, didn’t ask for or take notes.

Evans, by contrast, only had two films under her belt by this point. She was known for being accommodating and reliable, but meticulous about prep. She turned up to set knowing the script inside out, having watched much of the director’s available filmography as well as the cinematographers, and knowing all the producers names. She learnt her marks like they were choreography. As one anonymous crew member put it: “we all found [Potter] hilarious, but you could see why she didn’t”

Potter once had to call for a line during a take thirteen times in a row. Evans would reportedly refuse to speak to him off camera, actively ignoring him if he tried to strike conversation. Potter, for his part, hardly helped the situation by printing out photos of Golden Globe’s and plastering them on the front of her trailer. In interviews throughout the production he would refer to her as ‘my co-star, who is Golden Globe nominated…’

Mid-way through the production during a scheduled kissing scene, Potter secretly filled his mouth with grass which Evans discovered mid-take, which she promptly spat back in his face as McGonagall called cut. She then preceded to call him a colourful series of names while Potter, covered in half chewed grass, accused her of being humourless. Footage of this incident was later uploaded to Youtube, then taken down, but multiple people have reported being shown the footage by either Sirius Black or Remus Lupin, depending on intoxication. I can say this because while reporting this story, having still not clarified that we were off the record, Black showed it to me on his phone.

NOTE FOUND ON JAMES POTTER’S HIDDEN IN THE WILLOW TRAILER, KEPT BY THE SCREEN ACTORS GUILD HUMAN RESOURCES DEPARTMENT:

Potter,

Seeing as you like greenery so much I hope you find your new carpet upgrade enjoyable

Lily Evans to Elizabeth Alexander: i have a lawyer right

Elizabeth Alexander: yes

Elizabeth Alexander: what happened

Lily Evans: just checking

James Potter to Remus Lupin: its fully ALL THROUGH the carpet like she ground it in with her shoe dude

James Potter: shes actually deranged my trailer looks like a quarry

Remus Lupin: to be fair you did put grass in her mouth in front of a group of people on camera

James Potter: what part of QUARRY are you not understanding

James Potter: christ ive just seen an ant this is the LIMIT

James Potter: i cant wait for this shoot to be over

Excerpt from a Vanity Fair Exclusive: The Wrong Love Story: James Potter and Lily Evans Take the World and Then Try Give It Back

The onset animosity caused McGonagall to separate their trailers across the lot and, by the productions end, all but cancel the press tour. Potter, at one of him and Black’s legendary parties, reportedly did an impression of Evans to much laughter in the room but that led to her (having heard about it from a mutual friend) going to his address and opening a can of diced tomatoes into his mail box. Potter requested his trailer be moved off the lot entirely, away from Evans, who was refusing to have hair and makeup with him.

In an Elle magazine cover during promotion Evans would say that

“I had no idea what I was doing, and I was terrified all the time of being caught out. I turned up to set knowing my lines and everyone else’s lines back to front. Preparation was really important to me. I felt like- I was trying to compensate for being so lucky with my debut, I just wanted to prove to everyone that deserved to be there. I wanted it all so badly, I couldn’t-“ Evans grasps for a minute, hands together, rubbing a thumb over her wrist bone, “I couldn’t believe how real it all was. I couldn’t stand the idea of losing it because I didn’t do enough”

HUFF-POST RED CARPET FLASHBACK: Lily Evans gives her then co-star James Potter the finger during a red-carpet appearance while promoting their hit movie Hidden in the Willow! Watch the Clip Below!

Okay that’s all I have, but this was the broader plot:

James: child star with famous parents, mickey mouse club type vibe, best friends with sirius who he also meet there (emancipated from his parents), girlfriend called regina minor who is nice

James old films: ride on (8) (not a porno, Disney, kid trying to save local horse), see me (kid with invisibility cloak) flea mountain (kids trapped on flea mountain)

He sings in a musical Christmas carol

Had his start in a one-epsiode character arc in tv show dare to dance

Forget it: kid who can make people forget things (scene with kelly rocket where he sings to her at school dace)

Lily: grew up normal and then starred in a movie with keira knightly, accused by sev of selling out, poor girl trying not to be poor anymore, of abandoning their partnership

Lily’s debut is gay soccer film with keira knightly – never gets a title, called gay soccer film

Lily can’t stand the hypocrisy because snape was also poor and selling out, working with Mulciber and Avery and those other creeps, Harvey W*instein vibe.

James stops working for a year when he’s 17, comes back at 20 with a script that he and sirius write, and it’s funny

It’s called Genuine idiot: Sirius and him write it: two wealthy guys go to a normal frat college and try to not suck: it’s funny like how Superbad is funny, and isn’t as sexist as it sounds.

James doesn’t really want to act he wants to direct, but getting the money is the problem.

Peter knew about an assault, saw it at a party and never said anything, lied to the police about it until other evidence came to light. video on snapchat that was saved. It all comes out when they’re 23 and it fucks everything

James and Sirius write another movie when they’re 24 about three guys in a cabin and one of them is trying to get clean. Loosely based on what they had to do with sirius when they were 22.

anyway, the snape stuff would all blow up when lily was 25ish, it would be how her and james became better friends because peter would also go off and join that group. there would be a big fight at some hollywood party between all of them and james would break his nose and it would always be a little crooked after that, and that's how that all ends

Anyway lily and james fucking hate each other until they don’t, and work on three movies over that time:

Hidden in the willow: minerva mcgonagal period drama, long scenes of two lovers under willow, green/blue colour palette: took ages to get financed, they’re 22 when they’re filming

Came right off that film and into another, their chemistry is so good, their success so assured

Age 25: mad-eye moody: thriller called ‘constant vigilance’, crazy director, insane shoot

Age 28: guilderoy lockheart: ‘pluto’ bizarre space opera film shot and released in same year.

So: they’re 26 when they start going out, 30 when they break up, 34 when they get back together

On a late-night chat show with sirius, remus and james, and they’re promoting their cabin movie. They’d be joking around about lily, and all the bad press and how they’re friends now, and they’re talking about lily said he worse bad shirts on the press tour, or whatever, and james says jokingly “Oh, fuck her” and sirius says “dude, aren’t you?” and that’s how everyone finds out they’re dating

At 32 she wins an Oscar and the camera cuts to him for a split second for a reaction shot, bastards, and he’s clapping for her, expression unreadable

anyway, they'd get back together by the end of the profile, and they'd get married at like 35 in vegas and sirius would get really drunk and break his arm during the ceremony somehow, and remus would be photographed outside a club later in the night in lily's veil looking fucking wrecked

#thank you for wanting to read this! that is so nice #i cant believe how detailed those notes are like hs me was not fucking around. like i edited them a bit to make them readable but like #literally all of that was basically there. she was really doing all this during ncea level 2!!!#retirement lmao #carolineswritingtag #i guess??

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descendantofthesparrow · 2 years

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this is gonna sound-not wrong-but like “you shouldn't write for this” and ashduiashda whatever, i don't care, but-i think im getting...Discouraged to write for Harry :/ i love the chaotic fucker still, mans is my first legitimate crush and i sill want to write for him and at least finish all the stories i started for him. but...i don't get anything back for writing him, and i know i shouldn't write for validation or attention but-i don't get any comments, or like-anything anymore for him; im also basically-his only writer on here-and every once in a while ill get a comment, or a rare reblog, but its just...discouraging to get no response to something i wrote and fell in love with (poyw 2.0 being my most recent thing that's gotten like-nothing) i basically put rypl on semi-perm hiatus cuz i never get anything on it, i asked forever ago if anyone would want it to continue and got alot of people asking me to continue, but when i posted the next part....there was nothing

idk, i think i might take a break from Harry, i love him, and of course ill make stupid personal stuff and finish the stuff that is currently going (cant stop this feeling) but...idk, just-getting nothing in response to my writing, and ouad getting so much attention (even if its just because its one of the few fics available) just made me realize....writing for Harry isnt as....fun anymore.

which sucks, i love this mother fucker, he’s the reason i truly dove into writing, the reason ive developed my art, hes how i made so many friends on here but...idk...i just feel like im standing here alone in my corner and no one bothers to look twice. like yeah ill get likes but...it just feels nice to get a comment or whatever my works .

i guess the closest thing i could link this too would be burn out. so i guess this is kinda my announcement that, after this little harry commission im writing. im going to be taking a break from Harry, ill prob still post something of him once in a while, but most likly, encore 2.0 will be a very slow updating fic and any oneshots, or other multiparts-will be very few and far inbetween...idk.

i guess i just feel sad that i dont really get any validation for my stupid stuff, which i know, i know isnt the point of writing/art but-it still feels nice and getting noting i guess has-pulled me away from writing for Harry.

so-this is a temporary goodbye to Harry Hook, hope to see you soon dude.

#disney descendants #harry hook descendants #harry hook x reader #fuck im actually crying #this feels like a break up

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odysseys-blood · 6 days

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This is literally the first time ever ill do one of these after being tagged in ig bc i always forgot! anyways got tagged by @taketheringtolohac for a "9 people you want to get to know better" game!

Last Song: Sway - A Trak & AJ Christou ft. Duckwrth

i luv duckwrth and this song is super wavy someone come dance to it with me

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Favorite color: Idk what to call it like a wine purple? this thang and similar shades

i also rly like deep reds too. if u ever notice i accidentally tend to use mainly the red-blue portion of the color wheel in art and its not a concious decision either it just kinda happens and i try to steer away from it every once in a while and it never sticks.

Currently Watching: nothing rly!

it takes me forever to start watching things and get through them. The last series i finished I think were Witchblade and Link Click abt a month or so ago. I was also planning to watch yuri kuma sometime soon bc i remembered ppl posting about it but i never watched it while it was airing, as well as a rewatch of banana fish bc my brother brought it up bc he was using it as a topic for his paper recently????? i dont even know why he knows it but oh. well i guess. was also gonna watch mignon but the art style is getting me and my city hunter plans have been dashed by the sheer volume of episodes scaring me for now

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: i like them all!

not sure i rly prefer one over the others but i like to bake so maybe sweet. did you know my baking enemy is cookies idk what it is but if im making my own from scratch somehow they always turn out wrong. fav thing to bake is cinnamon rolls i just havent done any in a while bc they take so long (also bc i wanna do peach cobbler style cinnamon rolls which ive done before! but that takes extra long bc of the extra toppings you have to make)

Relationship Status: who want me

Current Obsession: ok prefacing this with these r not good games and im gonna censor the names so they dont show up in tags

i got into some eroge gacha named wh*t in hell is bad back in october and it has not let up since. i filled an entire sketchbook almost w/ doodles of my mc. also replayed through nu c*rnival recently bc they added voice overs for almost the entire game for the second anniversary (ive been playing since maybe 3 months after its release). everything is on the backburner to me rn besides these games and maybe the everyday maintenance of shinozaki bc im thinking abt finishing it bc i love it. anyways forget abt those last two and look at shinozaki

Last Thing You Searched: list of mythical weapons

this was not for anything important except that i rly wanna get a black cat and name it excalibur (nicknamed cali for short). however excalibur is exclusively for if i get the litte black kitty of my dreams but if i get a cat w/ another coat eventually i have to pick a different name so i was brainstorming.

i didnt think this was so long (///￣￣///)

anyways ill tag @meicheesecake @feluka @beepiiboop @nil-number @theunstablejester @luminousrabbittt @scamoosh @tilapiamafia and im forgetting names but if u wanna do one then tag ur it ☆〜（ゝ。∂ )

#cliffnotes/.txt #tag game #long post

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gale-in-space · 13 days

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B, M, U :)

HIII LAURA!!! Thank you for sending :)))

B: What was the first fandom you read fic in? Which was the first you wrote fic for?

Funnily enough, I think the first fandom I read fic for was LOTR. My favorite fics were crack and parody (ao3 just doesn't do crack/parody like ff.net did imo), with a little angst on the side (usually centering around one Faramir, son of Finduilas). My favorite authors on the latter subject were as follows: Raksha The Demon, Nrink Nrink, and Lady Branwyn (I think I spelled that right; I know there were others as well, but those are the ones I can remember off the top of my head). I have no idea if ff.net is still up, so I should probably get around to downloading my favorite fics if it is... sighs.

The first fandom I wrote for was Tron, at the tender age of ~16. I no longer have those fics, and thank god for that. They were trash.

M: What’s the weirdest AU scenario you’ve ever come up with? Did it turn into a story?

Oh my god, yeah... I'm embarrassed to even admit this, but a few years ago I literally started writing a Kingdom Hearts (jrpg video game) fic wherein the main character was pursuing a degree in. Sighs. Neuroscience. It's ooc as hell because the character in question is like, the poster boy for idiocy, but then again, so am I. So why the hell not. Why not project my interests onto a character that I liked.

(I gave up on writing this because I don't really have any interest in the franchise anymore other than obligatory nostalgia)

U: Is there a pairing you would like to write, but haven’t tried yet?

Ough, yeah. In terms of bg3 (I swear I'm not a gamer! I'm not!) probably Wyll Ravengard and Gale Dekarios. I adore them as a concept, but I won't bore you with the details as to why. As for the other pairing I have in mind... Faramir/Aragorn has always been a ship I've loved but have never seen art or fic for. Granted, it's kind of crack-y in the sense that they barely interact, but I believe that love will find a way. Maybe I'll finish that one sketch I did forever ago, or actually write something (ha).

Thanks again <333

Fanfic Writer Ask Game

#asks #shiveringsoldier

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ggoatz · 3 months

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Special Operations Original Art Concepts & Thumbnails!

Since it's been over a year since Special Operations was first ever uploaded, I thought I should celebrate and make a proper masterlist of everything I've compiled throughout the year. I will also go ahead and link the official designs down below!

Quick disclaimer: Special Operations is MY fanfic, but I obviously don't own the characters! As always, thank you to Spoon & double-thank you to the fanartists and for 1,000 hits on the fanfic!!! Thank you thank you!

This post will get pretty long, so I'm gonna go ahead and make a cut below if you're interested in seeing more/reading my rambles!

Here are the very first ever art I did about a year and a half ago, before I even started writing the fic:

God damn, has my art come far. I don't want to get too sentimental, so let's move on the redesigns of these designs & my thoughts on these:

This was Donnie's first ever concept design (after the original designs) - I always knew I wanted to have him have a gas mask or mask of some kind - his ultimate design really changed there at the end! It's really cool to see how far my art has come since this last year LOL.

This was Mikey's original design concept for this au, once I reworked the original one above. I wasn't really happy with it, or any of the designs, for that fact... I didn't really have anything directly in mind over than the fact that knowing his brothers were mad overprotective of him would mean he's covered in clothes. I wanted a mask for him as well and really took inspiration from his design from the show, and tried to include the aspects from that. below here is a few mask concepts I tried out, and a sneak peak of Raph's design/doodle I did.

Even though these other mask concepts were cute, I just couldn't resist going with the first and original design I had. I took the inspiration off of that for the stickers/paints on his shell from the show. Below is an additional drawing of Mikey! Not much changed in his final design other than the fact that he has no shoes, really.

Here's Leo's first ever intial design. I am glad Spoon convinced me to change it, because while it's cool, I don't think it really fits Leo's flashy and show style. He is a fighter who works beautifully with his skills, so while stealth was obviously the #1 thing to be considered on the list, I ultimately just kind of handed his design to Spoon to decide how he should look LOL. This was such a starch contrast to the first drafts...

I've always struggled at drawing Raph, so I don't really have any photos of him saved ): / to show off. Sorry Raph lovers, but Spoon did him JUSTICE and I will forever be grateful for them for that <3<3

Below are the final designs, done by Spoon through nearly a year of us talking about the designs!

Spoon does not have a Tumblr, but they do have a Twitter, which you can find here: @Hydratedturtle! Without them, these designs would have never been finished/completed. It was so beyond crazy to see the very first drafts by me and the finished concepts executed beautifully by Spoon and making my ideas coming to life.

Below are all of the thumbnails of Special Operations that I've done, and the improvement is obvious! These are done through the year of 2023!

Annnd, finally, here's a sketch I did of Donnie back in November/December with his more updated design!

And that's all for now!!! <3

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rainbowchewynuggets · 10 months

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Update - re: Focus and Rags

So remember how I said I’d be working on my first original comic next, Rags, now that I’m done with TMA: Encore?

I haven’t actually worked on it in months. I’ve instead been hopping between other writing projects and working on a much less conceptually complicated video project.

And that makes me feel terrible. But the thing is, I’m not sure I should feel that way.

On this edition of I’m Having to Rethink the Way I Learned to Make Art and Am Posting About It to Organize My Thoughts and Maybe Help Someone Else, I’m gonna be considering the entire purpose of why I make art. Wheeee here we go.

POINT ONE: The Thing vs. the Making of the Thing

So I was raised to make art as an object, not an action. Any project needs to have a beginning, middle, and end, or else it’s a failure. I accepted that because people encouraged it. Having a finished piece that people would appreciate made me feel good. And I liked having a finished piece of art. The drive to see something sparkling and complete in my hands has pulled me through many a difficult spot in a project.

However, it was always framed to me as a business thing, extended as a self-worth thing. If you want to be an Artist, you have to produce art. You have to sell it effectively. It’s about proving that you deserve the role of making art in the first place. The second I started being “good” at art, people were telling me to cut out the “bad” pieces for my portfolio. And that’s awful. I can’t stand the fact that that’s something someone taught me before I turned ten.

And that’s what Rags is. Was. Is. I had a really low point a couple months ago where I never felt like I’d measure up in life if I didn’t start selling my art. Rags is a fully original idea with a finite scope that could be made into a book and sold, which might bring me closer to the role of Artist. The story and design of it are all tributes to things that I love emotionally and writing it brought me joy, but it was being made out of a fear of failure and inadequacy. That’s... also awful. Honestly. I don’t want to make art for that reason. I may never get to make art full-time or even part-time, but nobody can take away my role as Artist. That’s just not how it works.

Furthermore, I don’t think finishing things even why I make art. I make art because the act of making it does something for me. It’s interesting. It’s educational and a little bit spiritual. It’s a physical stim and meditation activity. Writing feels like a simultaneous act of building and solving a puzzle. Drawing, painting, and sculpting feels like a wild experiment with turning feelings into lines and shapes. Making art about bigger art may be a never-ending copyright firefight, but it helps me process why I like that art.

And therapy. Art’s a great opportunity for therapy. It is the only form of therapy that has ever helped me. Pouring my woes and flaws into the shoes of my characters and then having to research and conceptualize solutions for them to build their arcs is a kind of self-loving praxis that is slowly peeling back layers and layers of trauma and ignorance in me. I want to do it and share it with people forever.

In embracing this, I remembered that my childhood wasn’t all business anxiety. There was also this really cool person making the coolest videos I’d ever seen and giving it out for free on purpose. Her name’s Nina Paley. Go watch Sita Sings the Blues.

POINT TWO: Going in Circles

So having the object of art hasn’t turned out to be as valuable to me as doing the process of art. Which is why I can’t seem to finish anything. Which is because I rapidly switch between projects. “Rapidly” sometimes means spending months on something or an afternoon, it always depends.

This never happened to me as a kid, but it’s been a nonstop occurrence in my adult life. Maybe it’s just that I don’t have eight classes worth of homework to keep my ambitions down anymore, I don’t know. But I always felt bad about it. It’s the kind of thing the kids with ADHD in the seats next to me got yelled at for. And I should get yelled at, because it means I’m never going to get anything done.

Well, no. Because that’s not the point. And fuck them for yelling at people.

Also, I do get a lot done. I looked back at my personal website a few weeks ago and felt floored looking at all the little things I’ve made over the years. No big impressive monetizable comics, but a lot of cool ink drawings, some weird paintings, a big group project, and one music video that I literally still can’t believe I made. (Here’s a link to all that, if you wanna look at it, too.)

I through my docs and found so much fun writing that I’d given up on because I “failed” to finish it. So I went back to them, and now they’re a little bigger and even more beautiful than before.

I did all that amidst the circle-going. Because I’m not broken. That’s just how my brain works. Leaning into it works so, so, so much better than fighting it. I realized this while watching an anituber I like, Hazel, talking to her illustrator wife on a Q-n-A about how they get projects done (genuinely can’t remember which one, but here’s her channel). It turns out that they both cycle through projects like I do and have both made enormous and wonderful bodies of work (and careers) that way. I can’t tell you how good it felt to find that out.

POINT THREE: What now? / TL;DR

I’m gonna not latch onto big projects... declaratively anymore. I’m just gonna post updates to things I’m working on currently. If the thing I’m fixated on is a thing that’s already on the index, I might put a little flag to it so that people popping by can see what I’ve added to most recently.

But in short, I’m treating the blog as more of a living archive. I might even put up stuff from my website, too. If I make a poster, it’s a poster and not an announcement. I've always wanted to make trailers for big projects, but it would be better off interpreted as a stand-alone thing made for the sole joy of the art of a trailer. Dev art is dev art. Etcetera.

If I get something big all the way done someday, that’ll be icing, not the cake.

Right now, I’m working on an animatic entitled Chuncho, about Yma Sumac and birds and Peruvian festivals. Here’s some stuff from it:

I’m trying to get it done by mid-September (Yma’s birthday). But if I don’t, that’s okay.

As always thanks for reading,

Rainbow / Carlie

#update #focus and rags #rapid switching #lack of focus #chuncho #rags #rainbowchewynuggets

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master-k0hga · 2 months

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| A M É L I E |

[ Category: Zareans ]

| This is probably the proudest ref I've ever fucking drawn tbh... I had to re-draw this lovely gal cuz her current re-design was a little off to me, and drawing her bust was absolutely fun so yeah that's happening... Anyways this is Amélie, or "Beaut" which is her celebrity name cuz she is in fact, a celebrity..

Also this would've been at least a month or two since I finished this when I do the mass post some time later.. So even though I'm proud of this now, wonder if that'll hold up til a couple months later when I get to the post spam..

Anyways- Amélie is another one of those old OCs of mine who's gone through massive changes, especially from when she was a fan character of another fandom I was semi into a few years ago... This is her now and honest to god, she's absolutely beautiful and I swear if anybody dares gives this post shit. I will massacre everyone and laugh while I do.

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INFO

Name: Amélie Species: Zarean General Personality: Funny, outgoing, supportive, forgetful, self conscious, posh, vocally talented Height: 15ft Relationship Status: Single

Extra Info:

"Beaut the Beautiful" is her stage name she randomly made on a whim in a sudden panic for a 'label' one day, it's kind of just stuck with her since

She is known for a variety of skills and talents within the species; Singing, dancing, acting mainly in pantomimes, fashion model, online influencer, all sorts. And despite seemingly extroverted and overall social, she actually deals with a lot of social anxiety; So she has to do all sorts of breathing and mental exercises just to get out there

She came out trans to her family roughly when she was in her teens, although her family had somewhat mixed reactions, in the end they supported her and her goals. She was officially "herself" when she got famous

Growing up she starred and took part in many things; Talent shows, school plays, all kinds of after school activities and clubs along with other events and such town. So she really has quite the experience in a lot of fields, she worked hard to where she wanted to be

She actually worked retail and working part time in a library while she was juggling career driven events and such

She stylizes, sometimes even crafts her own outfits, wigs and occasionally even the events she hosts in like concerts and such. She also has a personal assistant who is totally not her best friend she met in college

She never acknowledges her dead name or anything with the only exception being her grandmother before she passed (Emile was her grandfather's name)

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And that's it for her again, re-doing her ref was a good idea tbh because I'm really happy with how I drew Beaut here, definitely catches her type of likliness better than the previous "re-designs" I did of hers on separate occasions throughout the years I've been drawing and re-designing all my OCs... Would hope I keep at it for a long time but I feel that somehow isn't going to work forever.. I genuinely thought at one point that I'd get all my OCs fully re-done, sorted and all along with their worlds and whatnot then I can work with what I got there..

But I've noticed now that the whole of the Zarean species specifically, which I was working on off and on for like 9 or so years now, has to now be re-done completely cuz the lore was kinda all over the place without reasoning and that it just felt.. Wrong..

So yeah... I'll probably be dead by the time I actually finish any of this, I probably won't have started by the time I end up on my death bed tbh..

Especially when loads of my OCs haven't really been touched since like... Before I completely ditched DA a couple years ago.......... Oh well....-

#MASTER-K0HGA #Ary / Kohga Chronicles #Ary / Kohga OCs and Works #Beaut #Amélie #Female #Trans #M to F #Zarean #Zareans #Planet Zaria #Species #Personal Species Project #Fandomless #Original Character #OC #My OC #My Art #My Character #Re-post #My art re-posted #Yeah after I at least get most of my OCs specifically related to this species out the way then I'll start properly introducing them here to #Technically re-introducing them if I was still on DA since that's where I explained and talked about the majority of the lore there but it'#kinda gone now and don't really wanna use most of it since it's very outdated and very dumb... Like I'll re-read everything that I've got #and work with what can still be used so I'll work with that.. But the rest will obviously be scrapped entirely as it's not really useful no #needed much for these guys... A lot of it was very unimportant so yeah... And again yeah #This will be posted in like a month or two cuz I wanna get all this done for a mass post at some point since I won't really be online much #Fan art will be included with the bulk too even if it won't be much of it ofc.. So don't expect loads I expect my OCs to get the limelight #here....... Anyways...

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chayscribbles · 1 year

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chayscribbles’ monthly writing update ☆ november 2022

☆ STATISTICS.

words written: 9835 drafting; 17606 redrafting/editing

projects worked on: Andromeda Rogue, Andromeda Rising

proudest accomplishment: i published my first art zine! oh and finishing the first draft of AR3 is also a thing that happened

books read: Memoria by Kristyn Merbeth; Cinder by Marissa Meyer, A Memory Called Empire by Arkady Martine

☆ GENERAL COMMENTS.

(book comments first: Memoria (the sequel to Fortuna, which i read a few weeks ago) was MUCH better imo than the first, 4.5 stars. Cinder was very enjoyable but i do feel like i am simply getting too old for YA and would have liked it better if i had read it a few years ago, 4 stars. A Memory certainly wasn't bad, but in the end it fell a bit flat for me, 3 stars.)

this month has been Very Weird. within the span of like 3 days a lot of things happened, including finishing AR3 and other Personal Stuff that resulted in me suddenly having a lot of free time on my hands that i did not know what to do with. but everything ended up working out! and a lot of that free time went to working on my wip.

i had thought that after finishing AR3 i'd work on one of my lower-effort sidewips, or work on other hobbies like drawing, but the motivation for those things just... didn't manifest itself? (also the Secret Space WIP, has become bigger than i thought it would, and i felt it would require more commitment than i am currently willing to give it)

anyways i just ended up going right back to AR kjdfgkjfds whoops

more specific wip-related comments + featured excerpt below.

☆ COMMENTS: ANDROMEDA RISING (finishing the draft)

did i really finish this draft this month? it feels like forever ago jkfdjk

so my unofficial NaNo goal was to finish AR3. i had originally estimated it would take 15k, and then adjusted it to 10k. i didn't quite make the 10k either but i DID finish the draft, so that's still a win. to me.

this draft turned out way shorter than i had hoped... and there's a LOT that needs to be fixed, and i'm not completely satisfied with how it turned out. but i really was at the point where i had to just get through it to call it done otherwise i never would, so thank fuck that's over with.

(trying not to think about how much needs to be fixed yet. gritting my teeth.)

☆ COMMENTS: ANDROMEDA ROGUE (draft... 2!!!!)

so i had this whole plan of letting the entire series rest, then rereading, reoutlining, reworking some plot, character and worldbuilding stuff, and only starting draft 2 in 2023... and then i got impatient lmao.

i was somewhere in the reoutlining stage about a week after finishing AR3 when i realized it felt like i was wasting my time. not much of the main structure of this book is gonna change, so i was pretty much just rewriting the exact same outline i already had. (i plantsed through draft 1 but made a reverse outline as i was writing.) most of the changes are adding or changing certain details to scenes and no amount of planning was gonna help any more than just writing out the changes. so, on the 18th, i started draft 2.

(besides, it's not like i didn't let AR1 rest. i finished it in june 2021 after all.)

i also had a bunch of editing notes from when i was drafting, + stuff i thought about later while writing the sequels on how to better set things up, + notes taken during my reread. so i ended up just annotating the hell out of my first draft to show where i would add or change things, and then i put the old draft on one side of the screen and a new doc on the other side and started rewriting it to include the changes.

i've gone through about 5 chapters and added an epilogue so far! it's going pretty fast haha. i've already added over 2000 words just by fleshing things out a bit more, now that i know my characters and the world much better than when i started. it's SO much easier now that i have the entire series in front of me.

chapter 5 is where i've been slowed down as there is a considerable amount of stuff that needed to be rewritten completely-- it's quite exposition-heavy (it's the scene where Petra gets a rundown of her xenobotany mission), and when i first wrote it, i wasn't exactly sure where i was going with the story. and even though i now have a fuller picture in front of me, it's always hard to write an exposition-heavy chapter and include everything that needs to be said without making it drag. not to mention, foreshadowing and setting things up appropriately.

right now, i'm taking a quick break from redrafting to iron out some of the political backdrop of the story. not only did i need to rest after wrestling with chapter 5, but i was disappointed reading A Memory Called Empire, which was supposed to be a political intrigue, and it was one heck of a motivator to try to make the politics in my book better haha.

☆ FEATURED EXCERPT.

very short passage i added to AR1 to further demonstrate how much of a nerd Petra really is.

“Petra,” Dr. Derosy said, “you did your thesis on vitaplants. Would you mind giving us a brief definition?” Petra coughed and sat up straighter in her chair. “Vitaplants are a category of plants that boost the growth and health of other living organisms around them, specifically through the emission of vitawaves," she said. "Vitaplants have been found to have evolved independently on multiple planets around the sector and are not confined to a single genus, which has confounded taxonomists—"

“Thank you, Petra. I did say brief.”

☆ TAGLISTS. let me know if you want to be added/removed to either.

general taglist:

@nicola-writes @dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @stormharbors @quilloftheclouds @ashen-crest @writeblrfantasy @celestepens @stardustspiral @pepperdee @extra-magichours @avi-why @lefttigerobservation @chazzawrites @bardolatrycore

andromeda trilogy taglist:

@bebewrites @nicola-writes @dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @stormharbors @akindofmagictoo @quilloftheclouds @nora-theteawriter @ashen-crest @corpsepng @writeblrfantasy @toboldlywrite @celestepens @stardustspiral @pepperdee @cheerfulmelancholies @extra-magichours @writeouswriter @cilly-the-writer @lefttigerobservation @rose-bookblood @drowsy-quill @chazzawrites @cynic-and-chief @enchanted-lightning-aes @aesa

#chayscribbles writing update #wip andromeda trilogy #wip andromeda rogue #wip andromeda rising #this one got a bit lengthy sorry kjdfjk

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otterronpas · 7 months

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CHIBI LORE

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IDMEDITALY

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ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!!! So a select few of you may remember my OC/sona, Chibi! I used her a whole lot years ago when I was really active on tumblr, but now that I'm older and revamping my page, I thought I'd give her an update as well! Her lore will be under the cut because I WROTE A LOT SJDJH but do feel free to ask me more questions about her! I'll probably start drawing her more often, so expect to see some art of her sometime!

CHIBI LORE

Chibi grew up in a little village, raised by her father since her mother passed away while she was still young. Members of the village also pitched in to help raise her, so it was like she had one big family.

Magic was heavily taught and practiced in this village, and Chibi’s family had a long history of telekinetics. As such, she grew up learning telekinesis. She’s not a master at it, but she can use it well enough.

Chibi was a relatively quiet and reclusive kid, a bit eccentric at times. She was sometimes a bit slower to learn things in classes than others, but she was still able to learn the material well. Unfortunately, these tendencies often made her a target for bullies.

Chibi’s main bullies came from “gang” or rival territories in the village. These kids were much stronger, much more powerful than Chibi; because of this, she did her best to ignore them and keep her head up. However, the bullying soon evolved into threats of violence; this was what gave Chibi the push to tell someone about what was happening.

The bullying was swiftly taken care of, and Chibi thought that was the end of it. And for a few weeks, it seemed like it was. Chibi finished her studies, and she was looking into exploring further outside the village. What she didn’t know was that the bullies were plotting revenge. They were convinced that Chibi thought she was stronger than them, that she was much better than them now that she had told someone about them. They wanted to do something big, something that would make her never want to cross them again.

This culminates in Chibi coming home one day to find her home completely trashed. Things were stolen, broken, it was a complete mess. Worst of all, her father was nowhere to be found. Just before she could call for help, the leader of the bullies revealed themselves to her. They berated Chibi to her face, saying that it’s her own fault they did this to her home, because she went and “tattled” on them. They told Chibi that she needed to leave the village, or else things would get much worse for her. Afraid for her own safety, she grabbed what she could and ran far from the village, as far as her legs could take her.

As a side note, Chibi’s father is still alive! He caught the gang in the act of wrecking the house, but was ultimately threatened into running away from the village. However, the gang convinced Chibi he was dead.

Chibi camped out in the woods for a couple days, scavenging for any food she could hunt down and find. Most of these consisted of small animals, like birds and mice. It wasn’t as good as her village’s home cooking, but it was something. Better than starving, at least. She was surviving, but she knew she couldn’t live in the woods forever. She started seeking out shelter, looking for anywhere she could stay and get back on her feet.

Note: At this time, Chibi is around 16 years old.

Meanwhile, it didn’t take long for the village to notice Chibi’s disappearance. A search party was sent out for her, and they were soon able to find her living deep in the woods. They had planned to bring her back home, but Chibi informed them that she couldn’t go back home due to the gang’s threats. Knowing how powerful the rival territories were, the village agreed to help Chibi find a new place to stay. They eventually found her a home to stay in, somewhere close to the city. In a way it worked out, since Chibi was interested in visiting the city someday. They provided her with enough food, clothes, and funds to help her get back on her feet, and told her she’d always have them to fall back on if she ever needed it. With that, she said her goodbyes and set out for her new home.

Chibi would spend the next four years living on her own, and once she turned 18 she began applying for colleges in the city. She was accepted into a small city college that was decently affordable, but she knew she’d have to get a job to help sustain herself. After looking for a while, she picked up a housekeeping job, and she still works with this company to this day.

#not really sure how to tag this JSHSH #someone hug Chibi #otter rambles #chibi (oc)

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oksullen · 7 months

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I SAW U ON MY NOTIFS OMG ITS BEEN SO LONG HOW ARE YOU??

I don’t know why I just saw this omg!! I’ve been good :) I’ve been working a lot and busy with classes and just everything else life has to offer 😂

Willow is almost 2 years old now!! and she’s gotten so big and she’s been much more well behaved too!!

I’ve been on and off Tumblr and usually just go on to read some stuff on my favorite fandoms which surprisingly there isn’t a lot of the things im looking for!! I’ve really taking a liking to My Hero Academia but specifically 3 characters- Best Jeanist, Edgeshot, and Stain which there is like NO new content on them!! I haven’t finished the anime yet since im more of a manga reader than an anime watcher 😔

but more on Best Jeanist- I have become addicted to his character 😭 I’ve rebranded some of my usernames to him and I have a collection of merchandise of him on my shelf!! It started as a joke but it’s not a joke anymore!! same with Stain and Edgeshot, but most of my money has gone to Best Jeanist. I’m so sad there’s not much content on him, I say I’ll just write my own but that isn’t true- LOL but that’s ok, I can just use my free time to think of silly little scenarios of him in my head!!

Here’s a picture of my current anime collection, it’s slightly outdated but you get the idea:

Not pictured is a couple One Piece things since I’ve really started to like One Piece again and a couple plushies including a plushie of Shinsuke Kita from Haikyuu because he will always be my favorite (and Tsukishima too!! remember when my user was kaleshima!!)

I’ve always been taking a liking to making an OC and just my oc overall!! She’s mainly a MHA oc with a freaky blood/guts/gore manipulation power (it’s kind dark but I think it’s cool) and omg she’s taken up so much of my time and brain space, I feel like I’ve done more in depth creation of her than of myself 😂 I’ve also been buying a lot of art commissions of her!! I’ll attach a few images below, but I like talking about her so much that if I end up coming back here I might do some writing for her since I’d love someone or some place to talk about her :) all credits to the locket artists, I don’t think any of them have Tumblr though-: (the first image is her with Best Jeanist and the last is her with Stain!!)

I also have gotten into JJK but im still new to it, only watching the first couple episodes and reading the leaks 😭 which is a GREAT way to start omg

Also, don’t you love it when old hyper fixations come back??!??! yeah, that’s me right now with Mortal Kombat!! I’ve been a fan for almost 10 years now and the new game is so good!! and the characters omg… they made them so good 😍 thankfully Tumblr has a lot on them!!

but other than some things coming and going there hasn’t been a lot of new stuff in my life but compared to last year my mood and health has been so much better which is a win in my eyes, plus im starting to like a new guy which is good because I got my heart absolutely shattered little over a year ago and I swear I thought I was never going to recover, but recovery is possible and I give myself a lot of credit for the things I’ve done despite life seemingly staying the same.

I hope to move out of my parents house soon and continue my education further and my social life and all that but ik that won’t happen until a few years which seems like forever but seeing how 2023 has gone by so fast, I have a feeling it’s going to come quicker than it seems

I always say I want to come back to writing on this app and honestly I am in need of a new hobby because yeah listening to music is great but it doesn’t get you far!! which by the way, also a hyper fixation, bands and music and all that- I am really big into Nirvana right now and plan on dressing up as the lead singer Kurt Cobain for Halloween- which is funny I am dressing up because for the first time I have no plans for Halloween!! I’ll probably just bake some goodies and watch scary movies. How is Halloween celebrated where you are, if at all? American culture is so funny- and it’s funny because America doesn’t have much culture, it’s just one big melting pot which makes it unique

Speaking of music, my favorite artists are probably Nirvana (which is a band) and so is Radiohead, Weezer, The Smiths, Ghost, and Korn (which are rock/metal bands, I really recommend them if you’re into that!!) but I also really like Melanie Martinez, Lana Del Rey, Mitski, Alex G, and a couple other solo artists (fun fact, I went to many concerts over the summer including Melanie and Weezer- they were so good!!) what kind of music do you listen to? any you recommend?!

Half way typing this too, I thought of the idea of coming back to Tumblr to write not just drabbles on my current hyper fixations but maybe some life advice and psychology stuff, I have a way with words and advice and all that even though I am considered “to young to know all this” but I see it as both good and bad having an old soul at a young age- and not to say I am a little child either, but I haven’t even been on this earth for 20 years yet, soon enough though

That all being said, I feel like a huge chapter of my life is coming to a wrap up soon and I am excited to start the new one!! I’ve been on this app forever even though I technically shouldn’t have had Tumblr as a pre-teen but hey, we all start somewhere!!

How have you been? Anything new and exciting? Or maybe something you’ve learned? I’ve been trying to learn new hobbies and I’ve started to really dig into what I want to do as a career since I have to really decided soon (I am doing community college right now which is a free 2-3 year schooling opportunity to earn credits before you go off and study a minor or major- not sure if you have that where you live and if you do it’s still probably different)

Anyways I want to study business and business management since I have taken a liking to running/leading an organization/group and coming up with marketing ideas for various groups I spend my time in- including theatre!! I have a local theatre group I work in backstage and I am the stage manager this year which is great since I want to going into management

It’s “late” where I am- actually it’s just 9:30 but I go to bed early especially when I have things to do the next day 😔 I’ll probably just use the excuse I am tired to run to Starbucks and spend my money like I always do. I really have become addicted to Starbucks and it’s only going to worsen as “Capitalism Christmas” comes next

Holidays are so silly to me too, I don’t really enjoy them because they’ve always seemed to cheesy and not like they “advertise” but I hope to make the best of it this year, even if it just ends up being me working that day and then coming home to my dog. What Holidays do you enjoy? Any certain traditions or events you’re looking forward to?

I’ve written down most of my thoughts and this has been the most I’ve written in ages!! Maybe I should answer more asks from now on to get myself into the writing kick!! 😂

I hope you’ve been well and I hope we can talk more soon!! I totally just remembered we have each other on discord too!! I changed my user to @bestkaleist (Best Jeanist reference) so if you’re confused as to who that is, it’s me!!

wishing you all the well!! 🥬

#kale rambles #kale moots #pea !!#mutuals

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