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bloodgulchblog · 2 years

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ALRIGHT I FINISHED WITH HALO: BLOOD LINE.

(This post, naturally, contains spoilers for the twist in a 13 year old comic run. If that’s a problem, avert yon eyes.)

The first and most obvious thing I have to say about Blood Line is that the artwork is excellent. It’s not just serviceable, it’s dynamic and colorful and fun and I love it. The artist was Francis Portela, who did it from pencils to inks to colors, and I’m very impressed.

Look at this!!!

If you want to see someone drawing Halo 3 era armor really well (looking at you, my RvBs) there’s a lot to look at in Blood Line.

Plotwise, the story tells us that it’s not about war, or survival. It’s about family. What’s going on here is that Black Team (Black One, fearless leader; Black Two, the curious intel one; Black Three, rowdy heavy weapons guy; and Black Four, the cool-headed sniper) and a smart AI (Iona) have been shipwrecked due to a mysterious alien attack. So has a Covenant team: a Sangheili shipmaster and his younger brother, as well as a gaggle of Grunts and a pair of Hunters.

When Black One and the Shipmaster’s brother are both captured by a Monitor’s Weird Forerunner Bullshit™, the Spartans and the Covenant team up to go get their friends back.

The teamup is fun because not only is absolutely nobody happy about it, but it also highlights a little of the similarity between Spartans and Sangheili (which I’ve been all about since pretty much forever.)

Plus I just really like this little bit where Thon finds out that the Spartans have been bluffing about having ammo left when they super do not, so he gives Black Four a gun. (Three is fine, he ripped one out of a Sentinel.) This actually takes place a little before the last image I posted but w/e.

Speaking of Four and Three, the story on the Spartan end is heavy on them. (I personally miss Two, who was my favorite in the short story with Black Team that we had in Evolutions. She isn’t in the comic much.)

There’s tension between Three and Four because once upon a time when they were kids, they both had a crush on the same girl: One. This is, of course, highly relevant to that second image above. It’s also the section of the plot I’m the most eh about.

As Iona is riding around in Black Four’s armor, she learns that he harbors resentment toward Three. Three caught Four and One making out and reported it. One and Four were brigged for a little to discipline them.

Black Team also had a bitter rivalry with Red Team, which I do not think is any relation to any other iteration of Red Team. During the brig incident, they snuck in and beat the shit out of Four so bad he lost an eye. After that, when Black Team was reunited, they ambushed Red Team and kicked their shit in as revenge. They got brigged for ten days, never spoke of it again, and that was the end of that.

Except.

The spoiler is that it was not One and Four who had the awkward youthful relationship. It was One and Three. Four was the jealous one.

The one who lost an eye was actually One.

Four has felt so guilty about this for so long that he worked up an alternate version of events in his head. Meanwhile, the Monitor is hacking his armor to fuck with his perceptions and convince him to attack Three.

Eventually, though, One and the Shipmaster’s brother breach containment, there is a lot of shooting, and One figures out something important.

On a related note, I really love how many panels they do where they flip between the Spartans in the current day and the Spartans how they looked as unarmored trainees in the same postures. Really nailing that childhood trauma.

The Covenant don’t make it out of this one, as a contrast for how Black Team pulls their shit together. Reff thinks he can take control of the Forerunner installation and become a new Prophet of his own Great Journey, and starts shooting down the Covenant fleet that was coming to claim this prize. Thon tries to kill him (which sucks because Thon always protected his brother when they were kids), Reff kills him instead, and then the Monitor comes back for the grudge match and kills Reff. Reunited Black Team takes down the Monitor, and then prepares to head out and try to find a wrecked Covenant ship they can steal to get home.

OVERALL, I think this one was great. I’m not particularly objective about the relationship drama because I always find love triangle shit really boring and I’m especially eyeroll about it with Spartan-IIs, but I can handle it because the issue isn’t actually romantic tension anymore as the group has grown up. The sibling vibes in this one are very strong. What’s important here is Black Four’s guilt about what he did and how it lost Black One her eye, not an ongoing love triangle thing.

Unfortunately, I also know this is the last we really get of these characters. They are killed off mostly offscreen in a Halo 4 era comic, and I think that’s a shame.

GOOD NEWS, THOUGH: I’m done with Halo comics until I get back to a couple more years into the canon, and they are eventful years.

BAD NEWS: Those years contain a lot of Karen Traviss.

#halo: blood line #long post #image heavy #halo comics #halo novel opinions #summaries of things

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nn-ee-zz · 3 years

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I'm in love with your work! The way you handle shapes and lines os so good and inspiring, and as a hobbyist artist it really just makes me wanna get wild with art no matter how nervous I am about my skills. I can't stop sending ppl your stuff too like "AAAA LOOK AT THIS", so I'm really glad you post your art!!

Do you usually go into something like a tarot card or prompt with an idea in mind or do they form over a while with sketching concepts?

Thank you! Having clear shapes is really important to me when it comes to character design, so I'm happy you brought it up. Even happier knowing it makes you feel less constrained about doing your own art. I initially was very hesitant in sharing my characters because I felt like my technical skills were lacking. I still do, but I have come to the realization that the design itself oftentimes makes it up for any drawing flaw. You will never feel truly ready, so go for it now!

Disclaimer, what I’m about to say are not character design rules. Just my personal approach to it

To answer your question; yes. More times than not, the final design is one of the first ideas that sprang up in my brain. It’s an idea like ‘i want to make a knight with fish head armor’. I know the atmosphere I want them to present and I can see them, if I close my eyes, like a blurry outline. However, it’s incomplete. I always know the shape of the ‘focus’ element of the design and only down to sketching/experimenting can I complete the rest. In other therms, I can clearly see a head and then have to design the rest of the body to match. Some designs I complete immediately, others take months (I just ignore them and let them rest before turning to it again).

My impromptu designs come from that. My tarot and any other prompt require a little research before hand, but again, once the atmosphere and what I want to represent is grasped, then the design is good to go.

Having ideas for characters is easy for me. I shamelessly grab my first impulse. I don’t think about what makes sense or what’s popular, I do what I think is cool according to my opinion. I indulge what my teen self would have loved too, nothing is cringe anymore. Designing them is hard. Drawing them is just as hard. I go thro the whole process because I do love sharing my designs with others. You're glad I post my art, and I'm glad there's people like you who encourage it.

Sending the concept art sketches for the emoji angels, as an example of what I mean by sketching/experimenting. The idea of a body made out of eyes was immediate, I struggled to design a headpiece that would match but not overshadow it. 3-heart and tongue halo was also an instant design, to which I only needed to add a body. The other 2 were a struggle of trying to make a design that felt contained (nothing too detailed, too complicated, hard to scult in 3D) but ethereal. Love the messiness of my sketchbook

#ask #character art #angel art

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scandalsavagefanfic · 4 years

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2/2 Also I have a question does anyone from Jason's harem have feelings for him, or they all just here for pretty boytoy?

I’m answering part 2 of this question first because I have some ideas for part 1.

Short answer is, yes. Most of them actually care about him in one way or another. Not people like Lex of course. Slade doesn’t have feelings for Jason but he likes the kid as much as he likes anyone. But the Justice League love him and they’re very protective. The al Ghuls love him. Ra’s has more romantic interest than Talia but they’d both kill someone for hurting him.

And of course a certain Green Lantern gets sucked in, despite his best efforts.

Which brings me to the long answer. Here’s the first of two chapters about how Jason’s harem actually appreciates him for more than just his sexy skills.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

Part 4 - Read All Parts on AO3!!!

Words: 2085

Warnings: None

Nothing explicit in this chapter. Just softness.

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Kyle racks up a startling number of favors owed in a startlingly short amount of time.

If he’s honest with himself–which he generally tries to avoid on principle; if you can’t lie to yourself, what’s the point?–he might be more interested than he likes to let on. But he assures himself over and over that he’s not doing anything that everyone else isn’t doing.

Hell, even Hal is hooking up with Jason.

Though… Kyle doesn’t think Jason is purposefully trying to give Wayne a heart attack, he’s just doing what he needs and wants to do. But Kyle is positive Hal is definitely fucking with Batman as much as he fucking Jason. Kyle would bet his tiny apartment on the fact that at least 25% of the attraction for his predecessor is sticking it to the Bat.

Alright… maybe Jason does get a little joy out of Wayne’s discomfort.

That said, no matter what he tells himself, Kyle is all too aware of the fact that Jason gets something out of every rendezvous.

Except the ones with him.

They both know the favors were just an excuse, even if neither of them would admit it.

It takes months before Jason finally starts calling them in. And when he does it’s in small ways.

Requests for backup are expected when they come.

But then Jason uses one to ask Kyle to pick up take out from Jason’s favorite hole in the wall in Hong Kong “on his way over”.

He uses another just to get to see Oa–the Guardians were not thrilled to have a “tourist”–and Kyle found it was actually enjoyable showing Jason around. He was amused and a pleasantly surprised when Jason hit it off easily with Kilowag. Far less surprised (and far less amusing) when they visited Guy and Arkillo and it was like the three of them had known each other for years.

Of all the little things Jason uses his favors for, Kyle’s favorites are the massages. They almost always lead to more and it hasn’t escaped Kyle’s attention that when they do, Jason doesn’t count it.

Even when it doesn’t lead to a round of increasingly… affectionate sex, he still gets to work pleasantly scented oil into the astounding number of giant knots plaguing the rippling muscle under Jason’s warm, scarred skin.

Both scenarios usually end the same way too. With Jason dozing off and snuggling close as Kyle uses his ring to get the lights.

He’s reasonably certain that none of Jason’s other arrangements get to stay the night.

They’re both intelligent, capable men. They know what this is. What it’s become. What it could morph into.

But Kyle’s too stubborn to voice it and Jason is too, even if he wasn’t cripplingly insecure about shit like this.

Still, it hadn’t really hit him how bad he has it until now. Until he slowly crawled out of bed, careful not to wake the other man, showered, and exits the bathroom to what he can only describe as an ethereal view.

Jason is laying on his front, arms tucked under the pillow, breathing slowly and evenly. His mouth is slightly opened, a small dark spot on the pillowcase where he’s drooled a little. The sunlight pours into the room between the opened slats of the blinds. One band illuminates the mop of wild black curls, making the thinner edges glow golden like a halo. Several more stretch across the width of his broad shoulders, his rib-cage, his tapered waist. The soft cotton sheet has slid low, sitting atop the perfectly rounded rise of Jason’s butt, the sea-green edge perfectly angled with the blade of light. The last one shines warm and orange over his toes, peeking out from under the soft cotton sheet.

Sketching is like breathing to Kyle. He’ll doodle on napkins or receipts, anything with a little space, of anything with a little beauty.

He doesn’t pay much attention to the paper he swipes from Jason’s open file folder. Just enough to note that there was nothing on the back.

That’s how he finds himself drawing Jason while he sleeps. Painstakingly smoothing over the line for the arch of Jason’s spine, the curve of his ass. Lovingly capturing the shape of his lips, the thick, dark fan of his eyelashes.

It’s while he carefully adds every scar from memory that Kyle realizes just how deep he’s gone.

His hand goes still and he glances up to Jason’s face with the surprise of the sudden understanding.

Then he jumps so hard he drags the pencil through the drawing.

Jason is laying there awake, bright eyes watching but otherwise still as he was when Kyle started.

“Jesus,” Kyle hisses, trying to collect himself. “Scared me half to death. How long have you been awake?”

Not very long if the soft, groggy smile Jason gives him is any indication.

“Just a couple of minutes,” Jason answers, voice husky from sleep (and the way Kyle made him scream last night).

Kyle cringes internally. A couple of minutes is a long freaking time to not notice.

“You had your focused face on,” Jason continues, shifting a little to stretch like a cat. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

“My what now?”

Jason turns onto his side, clearly in no rush to get out of bed, and smirks at him.

“When you’re really into what you’re doing, your brow pinches and you either chew your lip or, honest to god, stick your tongue out. It’s cute.”

Kyle scowls. “Puppies are cute. I’m a badass, space cop.”

With a snort, Jason sits up against the headboard and runs his fingers through his hair. “Whatever you say, officer.”

And fuck if that doesn’t give Kyle all kinds of ideas.

“What were you doing?” Jason asks, attention trained down at the book Kyle was using as a hard surface.

“Uh… nothing.” He tries to think of how he can hide it from the other man. Even to an untrained eye, the emotion in it is obvious. And Jason knows a surprising amount about art. Kyle would much rather never become more than this than risk losing what they have.

Jason’s smirk turns mischievous and there’s an amused glint in his eyes. “Drawing me like one of your French girls?"

The little huff of laughter Kyle manages does nothing to hide the rapid shot of color to his cheeks. His "no” is weak and unconvincing.

“Well, come on, Rayner. Let me see?”

Kyle’s breath freezes in his chest and he hesitates, clutching the sheet of cheep printer paper closer to him.

“Dude, I’m sure it’s not that bad,” Jason taunts.

It’s not bad at all. That’s the problem.

It might be the best thing Kyle’s ever drawn.

He swallows hard and braces himself. Then gets up and sits on the edge of the bed as he hands it over.

Watching the smile slip from Jason’s face feels like getting punched in the gut.

It’s over now. Kyle got too serious. The Pit left Jason with something he can’t fully control and he doesn’t want or need a partner. It doesn’t matter that Kyle would understand that Jason would still have to… do what he does. It doesn’t matter because the last thing Jason needs is some useless serious relationship cramping his style.

“Is… is this supposed to be me?"

The question surprises Kyle. Because it’s painfully obvious that the portrait is of Jason, down to the almost unnoticeable freckles across his nose and cheekbones. And the question is asked so timidly as Jason stares down at the sheet with wide eyes. Not an ounce of recognition.

"I couldn’t have made it more obviously you if it was a photo,” Kyle says lightly, hoping head off the worst of things.

But Jason stares for long moments, expression confused, until finally he pulls his eyes away to look up at Kyle.

“But I… I don’t look like this.”

Kyle blinks at him. “What? I mean… you don’t have a big, dark pencil line through you but–”

“No… I mean… this is… this is so…” He huffs. “It’s too… pretty. Didn’t really think you were the type to romanticize the subject. Sure you didn’t have Dickface on the mind?”

It’s defensive. Using humor to armor himself. Kyle can practically see the walls going up in Jason’s mind as he tries to rationalize things. As he tries to make what he’s seeing on the paper–what Kyle sees–fit with his own idea of himself.

Leaning in, Kyle takes Jason’s chin in one hand and pushes the book with the sheet of paper down to Jason’s lap while forcing Jason to look up at him.

“This is you, Jason. Every scar, every freckle, every bruise from last night. Just you. No one else.”

“But…”

“No. It’s beautiful because you’re beautiful,” Kyle says gently. Then he smirks. “And because I’m really talented. But I promise. That’s exactly what you look like.”

“To you maybe,” he grumbles, trying to turn away.

Kyle tightens his grip and gives a little tug to get Jason meet his eyes again.

“Yes. To me."

Jason’s eyes widen and he stops breathing.

"I don’t know what you see when you look in the mirror, Jason, but you’re objectively attractive,” Kyle continues. He looks into those vivid aquamarine irises and where once he would have bristled, felt the urge to challenge and compete, he softens. “And to me… you’re perfect.”

The room is deathly quiet. It seems like neither of them are even breathing.

Eventually Jason gulps and looks back down at the drawing.

Kyle glares at the headboard, kicking himself for letting things get this far; for having to come clean about his feelings; for putting Jason (and himself) in this awkward position. For letting their friends-with-benefits agreement slide into murkier waters. A lifetime ago, when he did have a stupid, ill-advised, youthful crush on Batman, he promised himself he’d never actually fall for any Bat. They were all bad news in one way or another.

So of course it’d be the asshole black sheep of the family, the biggest bad news of the bunch (except for maybe the punk kid who’s Robin now), who he’s going to have to get over.

An indignant noise from below him draws his attention back to Jason.

Jason who is glaring up at him.

Kyle shrugs and splays his palms open in surrender. “What?”

The drawing gets shoved in his face. Only it’s not the drawing. Its the other side. The side emblazoned with the Coast City Police Department logo.

“You drew on my police report, asshole!”

He searches Jason’s face. The younger man isn’t kicking him out; isn’t telling him off. Hell, Jason isn’t even asking that they just keep things casual. Kyle knows he can be clueless about this kind of stuff (Jason honestly believes Ra’s is only interest in him is the sex) but there was obvious understanding in that gemstone gaze when Kyle spilled his heart.

“Those aren’t supposed to leave the precinct. You shouldn’t even have it,” Kyle retorts.

Jason rolls his eyes so hard Kyle’s surprised they stay in his head. “No shit dumbass, that’s why I have to sneak it back in!”

Trying–and failing–to stop the smile tugging at his lips, Kyle says “Oh… whoops” and goes to shift back, put a little more space between them. But Jason’s hand snaps out and the next thing he knows he’s flat on his back with Jason towering over him, those fucking thighs straddling his hips

“Don’t worry,” Jason practically purrs, “you can make it up to me.”

“Oh no. What a great inconvenience,” Kyle smirks as Jason leans close.

The kiss is softer than usual. Less desperate; less demanding; less competitive.

“And then?” He whispers it against Jason’s lips when they part to get some air. He can’t help it. He has to know.

Jason hums and mouths at the pulse point in Kyle’s throat.

“And then I’ll be hungry so you can take me to breakfast.”

He swallows hard against that talented tongue and the pointed roll of Jason’s hips against his groin.

“A favor?” he asks, hardly daring to hope.

Jason kisses his mouth again before answering, cheeks bright red and eyes averted. “A date… if you want.”

Kyle threads his fingers into the curls that stick up every which way and when he pulls Jason into the next kiss, it’s got all the desperation of the ones before and then some.

“I want.”

#Jason Todd #Kyle Rayner #JayKyle #jason/justice league #I have to find a better tag for this stuff #fluffy #Anonymous

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bookdragonlibrary · 5 years

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First Tuesday YJ appreciation

1-3 ; 4-6 ; 7-9 ; 10-13 ; 14-16 ; 17 ; 18 ; 19 ; 20 ; 21 ; 22 ; 23 ; 24-26

—————————— Influence

- The half part of Justice League who is in space.

- The victims of the battle were Thanagarians against the parademons. No idea for the first but the last one sounds like the ennemis in the JL films, both animated and real.

- Apokoliptans kakash are parademons. Kakash is an insult. I took it :)

- Lieutenant Thal is Hawkwoman and Captain Hol is Hawkman.

- Apokolips stole Nth metal, a rare material from Thanagan. What does Darkseid whant to do with it?

- “Earthlings biosigns” the metaslaves :( Now Aliens see Earth as a threat...

- Commander Talak is pretty deft or blind, or stubborn for not understanding it or he took a bribe for Apokolips?

- “We should send our Hawk fleet to put Earth on quarantaine.” As it happened in the first JL series? Will Earth have to fight Hawk and Darkseid at the same time?

- Guy gives me life xD He’s like an adult Bart! He found a new lead to save the metateens!

- (So much information in 3min!)

- Tara, Violet and Forager are cute with their burrito.

-Don’t talk about Wally! :’( “Today’s the day” ok, now I’m crying... Aquaman cheer me up!

- I’m sure James Gordon still worked with Batman secretly, right?

- Of course, Granny accused Dakar Marlowe of this debacle... who’s dead and can’t tell the truth. “New and improved technology” the same problem but more difficult to shut down... Great. And they will still give found the MHYC.

- Garfield just did like his brother-in-law and lost his shirt :D “I know what you are, Gretchen.” That was a stupid move, Gar...

- Mogo, the sentient Green Lantern planet, exists in YJ verse.

- Did Guy just sing about his ass? Kakash!

- Now they’re on the Team I want them to interact with the others. OMG Violet is NB!! Brion is a supportive boyfriend as always! They’re so cute when they’re embarassed! And Tara is smiling at them!

- “I’m really thrilled you discovered who you are inside” Believe me, M’gann went there before, with her color skin insecurities.

- The Hall of Justice is still in ruins? :( The UN has a satellite near the Watchtower? It’s to spy on them? “Who watches the Watchmen?” Seriously?

- Now, Lena Luthor, Lex’s sister, runs LexCorp. Is she secretly working with him? LexCorp is also giving fonds to the MHYC? That can’t be good news...

- Gretchen is torturing poor Barda :( Is she controled too? Or just brainwashed? So Granny works directly for Darkseid, is she part of the Light to spy on Earthlings?

- Desaad, we saw him in season 1 and at the end of season 2.

- “It wasn’t torture, it was discipline.” Sure, all abusers say that...

- Did Victor sense Violet’s text because he’s connected to her as Father and Motherbox or just connected to technology in general? Victor seems so embarassed :(

- Helga feeling useless just to lay her hands on Victor? Nobody sees that?

- Tara is working with Slade as she’s recording Dr Jace’s words. Is she against her and not the Team for once?

- Heil? Now Darkseid is the new Hitler. Or it’s Granny?

- Barda is brainwashed.

- Still no sound in space, the battle is pretty cool :)

- So clever to punch the wall at the same time than the missile to cover.

- Section 16.

- “Sommon the Furies!” Will we see Scandal’s girlfriend?

“Stay whelmed.” Did Superman picked that directly from Dick or from Conner?

- Missing 8 from Markovia. Aren’t they 6 now or were they other teens? Who is the blue skin boy and why does this girl have a drawing on her forehead? Magical tatoo like Atlanteans?

- All the stolen materials served to build this machine. What does it do?

- Whoa, the Furies can go hand to hand with the big hitter of the JL!

- Granny is definitely a sadistic... she attackes her own team slaves. Not surprising.

- What is it doing? They look like they disapear like Wally. Will it the one who’ll bring him back?

- Being saved by their “ennemies” maybe will turn the Furies into good.

- Of course, Superman, the only man, is the one who succeeded to go out... Even Superman can’t breathe in outter space?

- Garfield is not happy with Granny...

- Wolf and Bioship again!

—————————— Leverage

- Four 16 in 30 sec, a record!

- It’s the alien animal from season 2!

- The producer knows Granny can “ruin” a person. So she’s not as sweet as she want us to believe even in her civies...

- Auntie Mouse, this nickname is so cute! Lian is so cute!

- “They always said recon only. It never turned out that way.” I’m pretty sure the first team told him their mission as bedtime stories xD

- Markovia should be in East Europe if it was under Sovietic Union’s influence during the cold war. Maybe Vlatava is also in Central Europe or in East Europe.

- ED! I love his teasing and sarcasm xD

- Is the blonde girl the same they save in the gladiatory in episode 13?

- Did he just say crash? He must hang out with the Team pretty often and took from Virgil who took it from Bart xD

What did he call Nathaniel Newt? Wait, did he mean Neut like Neutron? Why would Nath even wants to be called that? Did he know what he did in Bart’s timeline by the way?

- Inhibitor collars? Are they produced by Granny?

- Polar suits like in the trailer!

- So the green aura can also make illusions and make you invisible?

- Lieutenant Dimitri Plushkin and Colonel Olga Ilyich as Red soldiers/Red Brigade. Area 52. Is that an easter egg for Area 51? Did the Russians took inspiration from Blue’s armor?

- Why the JL is presented as American while it has Aliens as members, Atlanteans and Amazones? --’ It should be presented as an international alliance to protect the Earth and protect humankind, not just the USA... (thank you for the imperialism...)

- Here are Captain Boomerang, Monsieur Mallah and Black Manta.

- “Did anyone tell them?” xD

- The Russian armor look like the ones from a video game, what’s its name again? Blue VS Red?

- “What the what now?” xD

- Artemis just burned BM with words!

- Siblings teamwork!

- The Red transformation was really painful to watch, even with just sounds... Not a magical girl transformation you want to watch every episode...

- “Little Sheila” is that an Australian expression? The only Sheila I know in the show is Tye’s mom but I doubt CB knows her.

- This face it’s was Vertigo’s minion. And Violet is gory again è.é Why is she pink instead of violet? It’s to protect her as she’s healing? What does the pink color do by the way?

- “Halo, Boom Tube” uuuuh was not your goal to not look like bad guys in flee? But to make a diplomatic conversation with the Russians?

- Did CB just made a Looser sign? “They should not be underestimated”. BM learnt his lesson in S2E19 :) So the bad guys and... I assume is Amanda Waller know the JL has a young covert cop unite, crash...

- The US government doesn’t like a competitor as they wanted to eliminate the Rocket Red Brigade and steal their tech for their own. Cold War is back again!

- So she makes them obey with chocks and a promised blown head just like in the film right? She’s quite the same sadistic woman than Granny but it’s ok because she works with the “good guys” understaood (US) governement... She’s even ready to sacrifice US teenagers (well except for Brion and Tara, but you got my point.) Do you realise US governement is worst than the Russian one? Yes, the Red armor seems painful but at least they’re volunteers soldiers and not formal criminals used and tortured like in Guantanamo :( I mean Waller’s ways are the exact ones than Granny’s except Waller isn’t hypocrite about it.

- Ed is so great as a peer counselor, big bro Ed time! She’s the French speaker Black girl we saw in episode 13 right?

- The team is between two fires...

- Brion plays the mole game xD

- Artemis is hurt! But why the laser never made wounds while Halo was gory again with a boomerang?

- Here’s Windfall! She sounds like a character in She-Ra right?

- Livewire is the protective butch girlfriend, isn’t she?

- Wendy is panicking because she realises she hurt someone? And she aspiring the air because she’s hyperventilating or something? “I’m a monster, a monster” Shh, baby girl it’s alright :(

- Big Bro Ed is hurt too :( (emotionnaly I mean) So heartbreaking :(

- They made Belle Reve like the Alcatraz in San Francisco right?

- Kaldur, the only Atlantean who can burn you with words!

- Why does Kaldur ask about Terra specifically? Does he know something? Or it’s because she’s new?

- Here’s Amanda Waller... Is Kaldur more worried about his father’s escape or his father being tortured? Does he know that by the way? or understood it with “very persuasive sticks and “extremely expendable”? Do you remember when we thought hopefully bad guys escaped from the Stagg op and will safely stay in Belle Reve while they were in the same condition and working for Waller? Do you imagine Livewire and Mist nearly suffer that too? :(

- Suicide Squad and Force X, they said it!

- “We all have secrets to keep.” Does he talk about the big secret with Batman and the others? *Artemis nods* You know he can’t see you?

- Dr Jace finally has her lab in Dakota city with... Hardwire? (I love his eyes!) All characters from Static Shock’s show/creator come from Dakota? Vic, how could you accept to be the rat lab from a stranger, possibly evil, and not from your father? :(

- Oh no, Wendy now wears a collar :( And Ed looks so sad about himself :(

- Dr Jace isn’t here only for testing Vic, but Violet too :( Wait... What does that look mean???

- Brion is such a caring and lovely boyfriend :3

- We still don’t know what CB meant by “proposition”... Did he want to make her turn into a bad guy or something?

- So it wasn’t a coincidence, but she opened it because of a bribe. What did they promise to her? offer to her? did she know it was for an assassination? Now Violet has a secret from her boyfriend about her past. She is Artemis’ mentee after all...

- Brucely! Where is your plushie? :(

—————————— Illusion of Control

- Aaaw! Bart hugs everyone like in season 2! :3 Ed is there and WAIT! Was that a kiss? *check again* I don’t know what this is supposed to be but it’s something right? And Ed is smiling at him!!

- Supermartian house! Forager moves his horns, so cute! Those scenes remind me of season 1! But Vic is still depressed and lonely :(

- Artemis, Will, what are those looks? Paula, stop making assumptions...

- Brion and Tara are there two!

- Dr Jace is not happy with what she found... Nothing good, guys!

- Ed’s smile again! I love it!

- OMG Jaime is so bad drawn this season... What happened to him?

- Gardita? Dudes, YJ fans can find better ship names that this, forget Gardita...

- “What didn’t you tell they’re coming?” Maybe because Jaime wanted to make a surprise for you maybe?

- “It’s so nice to see you again.” So crash Perdita often hangs out with the Team :) “I’m a big fan!” She’s so cute! :D

- “I feel like a fifth, sith, seventh wheel.” Poor Virgil :( Wait, that means there are 3 couples here, who are the third one... OMG is Bart and Ed? Ok, make sense after the “kiss” scene. Unexpected, but let’s see their dynamic! :D

- “Where’s the rest of the Team? Like, you know, Cassie?” Virgil misses his BF :)

- Lian is so cute! Did I already hear this mix of songs? In Misplaced, season 1! Why season 3 has so many season 1 vibes? Especially when Wally is still missing :(

- Violet doesn’t feel good. Probably because of Gabrielle’s action?

- I love Artemis’ Markovian accent! xD

- “Tara had been through a lot / She doesn’t talk much”. Silent could be a consequence of trauma :( Or is it because she doesn’t want to risk to blow her cover or to get attached to them?

- “It’s so nice that you two include me” Helga, stop, you make things suspicious.

- Aw, Ed has heart eyes while looking at Bart :3 “My friend” Wait, what? Are they still pining for each other? And the rest of the team know and wait for these two to make a move? Because Jaime and Traci seem to know Virgil was talking about them.

- “Watch me terrorise the other drivers.” Ed, the other drivers are mostly your students, don’t terrify them too much xD

- Bart’s smile is so cute! And it’s a genuine one!

- “You’ll pay for that, peasants!” I love Perdita! So great she can still have fun like a normal teenager!

- “Got to get a girlfriend” *next scene about lonely Victor* Is that a foreshadowing or...? Was I right when I said Vic can be gay in YJ?

- “Forager must help uncrush Victor Stone!” Forager is still cute. Why all the team are so cute? :D

- I love when Ed’s face soften when Perdita says they’re friends :) In Spanish! :D I’m sure Perdita could speak few foreign languages plus English and Spanish :)

- Wendy still wearing an inhibitor collar :( Aw, Perdita is so sweet with her, like they are two normal teen at high school :)

- Of course Bart did eat all the food in ten meters... And I love Ed’s amused face and Bart’s shock when he realises he did eat all the cotton candy xD (I just remember the scene in Teen Titans with Robin and Starfire and cotton candy ^^)

- Livewire brings cotton candy to Mist! :D

- Ed’s feel down despite all the work he does here. Do you want to create a club with Kaldur? Of course Bart supports him :)

- And Traci nudges Jaime again :( Now I understand why the nudge hurted him in Far Away episode: he has bruises here... Is that the only thing we’re going to see them do as a couple? :(

- Wait, did Bart say “Maybe I did eat too much cotton candy” or “Baby I did eat too much cotton candy?” Because it’s a lot different!

- Everyone is sick. Uh... Poison? Oh that’s Vertigo’s minion agin. There’s he is. No, Perdita is in danger! But she still has the nerve to punch him! Karabast! :o

- Arg, that should hurt to trip at superspeed :( And hurt to run at superspeed in jeans and not in a frictionless suit :( Of course Ed teleports next to him to see how Bart is :D

- Does Blue has canines that big all the time or it’s an effect on the suit?

- Lonely Vic again :(

- “I don’t have a Hive, Fred.” Don’t worry, Vic, you’re not the only freak here. Heck you’re talking to an alien!

- Butterfly Vic :) That would be another common point with Blue! (Yeah, I want them to interact at some point)

- Vic is still worried for Fred but don’t want to show it :)

- Scarab is back! I missed his snarky and sarcasm comments! And Blue is still tired by his suggestions! xD “Scarab wanted to blow it up, didn’t he?” Traci should see those interactions so often xD But it’s great she accepts Scarab :) Blue’s smile after she succeeded! And it’s me or Scarab sounds jealous? “Dude, you’re the king of overkill” xD

- “It’s good. Could use a little salt” My mom could say something like this xD

- “I’m so thankful to have been included.” Helga, you’re a terrible actress... Am I the only one seeing this? Or all the characters are blind? (Except Jeff, he’s a lost case, he’s in love... Actually why he’s in there with his lover?) Or I’m just overanalysing and YJ is leading me in a wrong path?

- The way Jace insists on the hero part feels like she’s doing this on purpose...

-Why Tara and Brion feel so bad? It’s not their fault! Or did they tell something to Jace thinking it was an innocent comment?

- Well, Jace didn’t apologise for the argument she created so maybe she did this on purpose. Or am I overreading this?

- Please don’t mention Wally again :( So basically Paula is afraid Artemis got killed in a mission (like she was for fake and like Wally?) and try to scare her with a wheelchair? “What will it take to covince you?” Yes, she’s totally scared and don’t know what to say anymore as a wheelchair (or any big wound) and Wally’s death don’t seem enough. “You don’t have to fight crime to help people.” This point is good, look at Ed :)

- “You and Will” Uh... no Paula, you got too far and that’s not your busines here... “Your sister isn’t coming back and Lian needs a mother.” Have to disagree... You should be worried for your daughter because it doesn’t seem by free will and Lian already has two female figures. So don’t force your second daughter in a relationship just for pratical things... Thank you no thank you.

- Ed and Bart are the two pathfinders/advance men (not sure of the accurate term) of the Team! :D

- I’m impressed Scarab uses metric and Jaime still understands it. They use metric in Mexico, right? That could explain why he’s at ease with both systems (unlike me xD).

- The Team is so clever! Virgil makes connexion that Vertigo doesn’t have those powers; Traci makes the link that what they see is at cause and Gar finds a solution :)

- “What are you made of?” “Sugar and spices and everything nice.” He’s a fan of cartoons for this second reference right? And that reminds me of the scene between Bart and the Terror Twins at Mount Justice. Bart, sweetie, stop punching people stronger than you :(

- I thought the guy was powerless (I mean litterarly), how could he resist a bear’s strenght?

- Uh, that wasn’t Vertigo’s voice. “Be careful my love.” So Vertigo (or whoever this is) is with their minion? Like a boss and his secretary?

- Perdita going straight for the nuts xD Vertigo killed her father? That’s why she was queen at ten :( She should talk with Brion and Tara, they also know an uncle who killed their parents for the throne...

- It was Psimon, make so much sense! I knew I know this voice! Meaning the other is... Devastation! We know theiy’re together since episode 13.

- “He... She was Devastation!” Jaime would never misgender someone! :)

- I love when the girl saves herself but the boyfriend is still worried for her :)

- “Are you... Come on!” We feel you, Virgil!

- The Team is still so clever to connect the clues. Of course Big Brother Ed is worried for Wend and the others ^^ (He didn’t name any other kids. Is it because he “failed” her and not the others?)

- Bart and Ed finish each other sentence! :D

- Bart is so clever he put fire againt ice xD

- No the boom tube, the boys will be kidnap... Oh come on! I theorise for months about this scene! “Don’t want to know where that would lead us;” Bart, I tried to figure it out for months, be kind.

- “There’s just no pleasing you...�� Jaime, be gentle, Scarab is learning, you see?

- After their fight in season 2, it’s good to see Ed openly worries for his father :)

- Gar is so pissed about the covert part since 2 episodes.

- Poor Violet, it’s not her fault :( But Jace is more and more suspicious. Wanting to keep secrets like this... Did she speak German with “Hallo”? “It’s been a long time.” Who is she calling? Jeff? Someone we don’t know?

- It’s Mal and Karen! :D

- Vic rejoins them and Forager is happy! Vic is smiling!

- “I’m more a lemonperson myself.” Bart, what are you saying? xD Don’t change! And that goofy smile xD

- Ed’s soft smile! :D (while looking at him?)

- Virgil, you’re good, you don’t need a girlfriend for that D: But he’s so awkward at flirting it’s so sweet!

- Did the “hot” comment was necessary? è.é

- Gar is up for something... Going solo behind the Team’s back?

- Forager is eating with/in the bioship:3 Wait did he fart and burp inside of her too?!

#young justice #YJ reviews #watch young justice outsiders #watch young justice

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sith-shame-shack · 6 years

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Vader being both VERY MUCH touch starved and also extremely touch sensitive?? im just??? this has been on my mind lately

I actually received like 3 prompts that were all some variation on this: I might answer others separately, but until then, have this 1,043 words about that.

I’m writing one prompt-fill per week, every week, to help me practice! Feel free to send me prompts. Here’s a question I answered about what kind of prompts are good.

Notes: This is a snippet of a Vader Lives AU, like a week after the end of ROTJ. 1. Vader has a flashback in this one, 2. morpha is space-morphine.

He woke flinching from something, turning his face reflexively aside. Someone was touching him. There was a yielding surface beneath him, cool air on his uncovered face. He couldn’t make himself move, couldn’t get his legs to respond to his commands, and someone was touching him—

“Keep him still, don’t—”

His armor was gone, he realized, with slow horror. Something shattered, an abbreviated little pop as loud as blasterfire, and someone screamed. The sound echoed in his skull, leaving him weak and clumsy as he thrashed, vainly struggling to throw off the hands that seemed everywhere at once.

Father, it’s just me, Luke said in his mind, cutting through the growing panic that had seized him. It’s just me.

Vader squinted against the light, still straining to get away from the figure looming over him. He blinked rapidly, and his son’s face was before him, smiling, haloed in light.

“Luke,” he said, voice a bare rasp of breath. “What—”

“It’s just me and the doctor, it’s alright. I’m sorry we startled you. Try to relax.” He realized that the hands against his shoulders were only Luke’s, and stilled beneath them. His body was slow and heavy, aching fiercely, as though his bones were molten lead.

“There you go. Here,” Luke said, producing a plasticlear oxygen mask from somewhere and affixing it over Vader’s mouth and nose. “This should help. Just rest for a minute.”

He did, lying exhausted and and open-eyed as full awareness filtered back to him in pieces. He was stretched out on a medicot, stripped of his armor and most of the components of the suit. He was wearing only a flimsy infirmary garment and bandages, shivering in intermittent fits against the exposure. His left prosthesis had been removed, and the sensory feedback from his artificial legs was strangely muted, as though his spinal cybernetics were damaged. The light pressure of Luke’s hands on his shoulders was almost more than he could bear, a strange pain that was not precisely pain at all but something adjacent to it, something he could no longer name.

“Do you remember where you are?”

For a long moment he couldn’t answer, the overhead lights so bright he could feel them glaring into him, as though his body was entirely transparent. “I was…” the thought dissolved, and he fell silent, staring into his son’s face. He had never been so exhausted.

“You’ve been here six days, but you haven’t been awake much,” Luke explained. “You had to have a couple of surgeries and you got pretty sick from them. How do you feel?”

He swallowed, studying Luke best he could. The boy looked… tired, maybe. And so, so young. Vader could scarcely imagine that he had once been so young. “Strange.”

A cool hand settled on his forehead— Vader flinched despite himself, and Luke drew away immediately, some emotion flashing across his face too fast for Vader to parse. “You’ve still got a fever. Dr. Preque went to get another hypo. I’m not sure how you did it, but you shattered the one she had.”

He was filled with an inexplicable shame, and for a moment could think of no way to respond. “Have you been treated for your injuries?” he asked, finally. Even so brief a question left his voice nearly inaudible. There was a constricted pain low in his throat which he recognized as an indication of recent re-intubation.

Luke nodded. “I’ll be fine. They don’t think there’s any permanent damage, but they’re keeping me around for observation just in case. Well, and for…” He hesitated, and didn’t finish the thought. To watch over the captive, then. The thought elicited no emotion. If Luke saw his understanding, he didn’t acknowledge it, and after a moment asked “Jedi can’t do that, can they? The lightning?”

“No,” Vader answered. “It is a powerful Dark technique.” A torture technique, he thought, seeing Luke writhing before him, hateful lashes of agony crackling over his body as he spasmed and pled. How long had he stood, watching? How long would his master have toyed with the boy, reveling in his suffering, before granting him death?

For a long moment he couldn’t speak or think, the memory consuming, nightmarish in its perfect, unexaggerated clarity. Luke, curling around himself vainly and blue-white forks of malevolent energy chewed his flesh, reaching out with his hand trembling, Father, please—

Gentle pressure on his aching chest roused him from the vision. He closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the warmth of Luke’s living presence, the weight of his palm against his breast. “It’s alright,” Luke said, and Vader could see his smile even through closed eyes. “You’re safe. I’m here.”

The strange almost-pain, the unnameable sensation squeezing his throat and pricking at his closed eyes, pressed down over his broken body. He must have made some sign of it, because Luke began to draw away again, and without conscious volition his own prosthetic hand came up to rest over his son’s, over his struggling heart. His son was alive, a supernova blazing perfect and unshadowed in the Force, and all that he was could have been stolen from the universe in the space of a breath.

Another presence, calm and unremarkable, entered the room, but Luke didn’t stir from him and his exhaustion kept him pinned, unable to care that he was stripped and disassembled. Luke and the stranger exchanged soft words, sounds with meanings just beyond his grasp, a conversation that dissipated like smoke on wind and was gone. A sudden flush of cold beneath his right clavicle indicated the introduction of some drug through the central line, not comforting precisely but familiar.

He opened his eyes again when the foreign presence retreated, albeit with effort. Already, he could feel the drag of whatever he had been dosed with, pulling him back down into unconsciousness.

“That should help the pain some,” Luke said, leaning close enough that his breath brushed against Vader’s temple. “Do you think you can sleep again, now?”

“I will do whatever you ask of me,” he said, or tried to say, already adrift again. The feeling of Luke’s hand beneath his own was the last sensation to wash away beneath the tide of morpha.

#my fic #Vader & Luke #Vader has a flashback #mention of torture #medical detail but not much #prompt fill #prompt fill 2 #ask #touch starved #drug mention but very briefly #body horror but not the focus #the unidentifiable sensation Vader is feeling is the need to weep btw #it will be like a couple months before he figures it out

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arson-goku · 7 years

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Do you have any advice on drawing halo spartan armour?

Not much I’m afraid, but I do have a little advice you can take or leave:

1: Decide what armor you’re going to draw.Halo 4 and 5 armor is so complicated and painful to draw. If you’re drawing the BGC after season 10, but care more about your mental well-being than accuracy, consider drawing them in halo 2 or 3 armor. It’s really not a super big deal.2. So many references.It’s not cheating, without them you will not know what you’re doing and also probably die. Figure out which armor piece is which, gather both screenshots (especially if its a screenshot redraw, so you wont have to fudge the positioning a little) and full turnaround game models if possible, so you have a variety of angles and can better understand how the armor actually fits. It will make it look better.3. Break the armor into easy shapes first.Most of the detail isn’t actually that important, and it especially won’t look good without the right foundation. Draw the body first, major shapes of the armor second, and THEN the details. Don’t be afraid to adjust if you need too, but you’ll save yourself having to redraw parts if you have something strong to start with.4. Straight-edges are your friend.Use whatever method you prefer, but you want the straight lines to be straight, or it will look very misshapen. I know it seems obvious but I totally forgot they were a thing and wanted to smack myself upside the head. So don’t forget they’re a thing. Don’t be like me.5. Patience.It takes a lot time to draw, make sure you have that time, and don’t worry if you have to redraw a line a million times. It’s okay to cry while drawing it, it’s really hard, I know, but don’t get frustrated at yourself for taking to long or making mistakes. It happens, don’t give up.6. Practice, practice, practice.You’ll probably never get something super good on your first try. You just can’t. And while the idea of drawing armor on the regular may not be appealing after doing it once, it WILL get easier the more you do it.

That’s just about it I think, again, it’s just kinda general advice, because I’m not really a huge expert, but it’s all I have to offer. Hope this helps!

#miles talks rvb

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dominodebt · 7 years

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warmup ficlet?

I’m not really sure but I know artists always post images of their warmup and cooldown sketches and stuff and uh I do the same thing with writing (basically it’s the thing I write when I don’t feel like writing the thing I have to write) and uh I thought I’d throw it up here if anyone cared?

It takes place in the universe of Fire Emblem Heroes, that RNG mobile game that I both love and hate with a burning passion. I was training up my Clarisse and Camus for like a whole day and kept hearing their voice lines over and over again and finally had to write a little scene with them just to get it out of my head.

it’s really just an excuse to practice snarky dialogue and action sequences

I have no idea if this will make any sense I’m sorry it’s super self-indulgent but I swear I’m working on stuff y’all will actually like as we speak

Have a good one kids <3

“Are all women from your Realm like…this?”

Clarisse quirks an eyebrow as she stares down the shaft of her arrow, lining up her next shot. After a heartbeat and a half she releases the taut bowstring with a long-memorized snap, and her arms tense as the recoil makes the weapon tremble in her grip.

A cry goes up from her target as her arrow finds a chink in the knight’s armor, and he goes down hard as Anna’s axe smashes down—shattering his shoulder guard and ripping through skin and bone with a ruby splash.

“Like what?” she asks, violet eyes flickering to her next mark. She spies a cleric and a flier both equal distance away, only about a foot apart, she can get both of them if she’s quick enough—

Her bowstring hums as she fires off two arrows—one only a moment behind the other—and the flier’s Pegasus gives a horrible screech as the cleric gasps in pain, white shawl blossoming crimson—

She then turns—Clarisse, the orphaned assassin, the night sniper, the could-have-been Queen—and gives the speaker a look edged with a bit too much venom. “Competent?”

Camus the Sable stares her down from atop his horse, lifting an eyebrow, expression a cool mask of dignity.

“That was not the word I was going to use,” he tells her tersely.

Clarisse rolls her eyes, looking back to the battle. It’s mostly over—she watches as Sharena makes a somewhat risky move towards the remaining mage and her arms tense as she draws up her bow to assist—wait, she’s doesn’t give a shit.

Let the princess stumble to her demise. Why should Clarisse care? She’s not even getting paid for this nonsense.

Her bow arm drops, but her tension refuses to wan, and Clarisse keeps one eye on the scene until Alphonse comes valiantly to Sharena’s defense, cutting down the mage before turning around to lecture his sister.

Clarisse just scoffs. Idiot nobles—the lot of them.

“Then please, what generalization about women were you going to make?” Clarisse asks unkindly, slinging her bow across her back as she moves to collect her arrows. She hears the paladin dismount behind her, footfalls loud compared to her near-silent steps.

“I’ve never met a woman assassin before,” she hears him say as she bends down to yank a handful of arrows out of a bow knight that had tried to best her at the start of the battle. She sneers at the corpse as she replaces the arrows to her quiver before straightening back up.

“Yeah, well, there’s not a lot to see,” Clarisse remarks dully, scanning the field for more arrows. She doesn’t trust the ones the nobility here keeps trying to force on her—she’ll just keep recycling her own, thank you very much.

She can feel the paladin watching her, and works her jaw with irritation. Why the Grandmaster (she mocks the title even in her mind) had seen fit to pair her up with this dark, near-silent General is beyond her. She wonders if he mistook them for siblings. They do sort of resemble each other.

Dull gold hair. Scowling expressions. Eyes that find flaws before faces.

Clarisse shakes her head, dispelling the thoughts as she trudges on through the battlefield.

“We’re a lot like men assassins,” she calls over her shoulder, voice rough and cold. “Expect we’re actually good at our jobs.”

She stoops to pull a single arrow out of the neck of long-dead mage, ears twitching at the chatter of the royal siblings and their Commander. She strains a bit to catch some of their words—“You have to give her space, Sharena, remember what Prince Marth said?”—and she scoffs under her breath as she slides the arrow into her quiver.

Oh, dear Prince Marth. What did he have to say, Alphonse?

The paladin is still near her—loitering like a ghost in her space. She allows him to stay there without complaint—he’d be dead before he could reach his lance if he decided to try anything.

“Now who’s generalizing?” he asks, voice low and dark and practically oozing chivalry. She rolls her eyes.

“You’re obviously not an assassin,” she remarks, back still to him as she searches through the darkening battlefield for the familiar flash of her arrow’s signature fletching. “So I’m not sure why you’re getting so bent out of shape.”

“Perhaps I know an assassin.” Clarisse just grits her teeth. Great. Rapport with the Sable General. Perfect. Just what she wants. “Perhaps I take affront to your implication that he is inferior to you.”

Clarisse knows he doesn’t mean anything by it—they’re all bored to death in this Realm, all of them itching for battle or conversation or something, and she shouldn’t snap on him but dammit if this paladin doesn’t get out of her space—

The slight crunch of grass is deafening to Clarisse, and her eyes snap wide as she whirls around, hair flaring out like a tarnished halo as she draws up her bow, completely ignoring the paladin who is staring down the shaft of her arrow and with a face like stone, hand shooting out for his lance and please, if she wanted him dead he’d never have a chance—

Her bowstring thrums in the near-dark as she lets her arrow fly. It shoots straight over the shoulder of the paladin, the fletching just catching his cheek as it spirals into the twilight to spear the heart of an axe fighter who’d tried to flank them.

The fighter falls, his cries catching the attention of the Askr royals, and Clarisse just scoffs. What kind of self-respecting bandit can’t even execute a proper sneak attack?

Before her, the paladin lifts a single gloved hand to his cheek, pulling it away to see a small sliver of blood the slice of her arrow’s feathers had left. Their eyes catch, and Clarisse just lifts her chin.

“Tell your friend he’s welcome to try me,” she informs him coolly, adrenaline swirling through her blood.

His expression remains carefully fixed—he’s got a hell of a poker face, she’ll give him that—and he just gazes down impassively at her.

“Well shot,” he tells her.

“I know,” she bites back.

She turns her back on the scene—she’ll leave that arrow, it’s not worth getting within earshot of Sharena to retrieve—and walks on, letting the darkness swallow her.

#Fire Emblem: Heroes #fic warmup #clarisse fire emblem #camus fire emblem

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promptistrashqueen · 7 years

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Rí Gealach/Rí Ghrian

Knights and Kings AU 3

The King’s shoulders are tight, his back straight, and his dark hair brushed back in a way that Prompto is not used to seeing. The curving silver circlet, shaped like the tendrils of magic that he’s seen pour from the man’s hands, sits gracefully. Prompto knows though, the weight of the crown, the weight of the ring that graces slender fingers as his King gestures for the Oracle, High Priestess of Shiva and the Vanishing Isle, to approach.

Lunafreya’s beauty has been said to still mortal men but Prompto finds his gaze drawn to the light colored Fyglia at her heels instead, the dog-shaped being seems to be amused at this as it tilts its head and makes a small yipping sound that the rest discount.

“Lady Lunafreya, you grace us with your presence here. To what do we owe the attention of the White Lady?”

Noctis’ voice is strong and Prompto’s gaze returns to him. He stands just behind Gladiolus to the King’s right, his traditional place as the third member of Noctis’ guard, Ignis stands at Noctis’ shoulder, advisor to the King. The Lady’s gaze flashes to him and he blinks in surprise, Lunafreya is not known for her distraction.

“My thanks, King Noctis, for your welcome. I have come to heal those touched by the Unseelie blight and to make report of your rule to our order. The Mad God has been stirring of late and we believe he may pay you a visit soon, it would be prudent to be sure you are all prepared.”

The last she addresses to the room at large and Prompto see’s the way that Clarus, Regis, and Cor glance at one another from their positions at the front of the receiving Nobles. Nyx and Crowe, stationed at the back wall draw his attention next, their tension obvious to those who know them. He forces himself to pay attention to Noctis and Lunafreya though, as they are not yet finished.

“My Lady, we welcome your counsel on such matters and thank you sincerely for the offer of healing. You are free to do as you see fit in all such regard, but I am sure you are tired and we are near finished with the matters of the day. Please, find comfort in these halls and join me for dinner?”

Prompto tries not to be jealous of the warmth that Noctis carries for his old friend, or of the way that many of the nobles titter of a joining of the Order of Shiva and the Lucian bloodline. He mostly succeeds as Lunafreya curtsies gracefully and assents to the King’s wishes.

Noctis is quick to dismiss court for the evening afterward and Prompto swallows the feeling of being forgotten when the King sweeps out of the room (really it’s only sweeping because of the cape that Ignis put on him, otherwise it’s just slouching). Gladiolus follows Noctis but he presses a hand quickly to Prompto’s shoulder and the blonde briefly wishes he were not so transparent.

Ignis stays beside him and they watch the room clear together before the advisor turns to him.

“He’s merely excited, Lunafreya did not have time for idle chatter after the coronation. Now, you and I have some stances to work through I believe?”

Prompto usually groans about training with Ignis, but it’s a welcome offer of distraction now. His skin has felt too small for several days and he knows he’s being ridiculously edgy lately, especially with this whole thing. It’s never bothered him this much when Luna comes and he can’t place why he feels like he’s going to turn inside out.

Ignis’ brow furrows in concern and he straightens his own cloak, heavy and formal, that conveniently hides the button down shirt and slacks he prefers to the robes of his station. Prompto takes a deep breath and nods to him.

“I’ve got a change of clothes in the chamber, it’ll give Noct and Luna time to catch up before dinner.”

Ignis accepts his answer but he can see the concern still lacing the man's expression as they walk together toward the training halls. He can feel it again, the well of something in his gut and it’s made worse by the heavy traditional armor he wears to court. The black metal is annoying, though the body suit beneath is quite functional and he toys with the idea of simply training in it instead of bothering to put back on his tank top and cargo pants.

When they finish Prompto feels pleasantly stretched. His mental walls are growing stronger and his ability to call on Noctis’ magic seems to be growing despite Ignis’ assertions that he appears to have a block around it. It’s no where near as strong as it should be, he knows that. He may have the best line on following the magic back to Noctis and might just be the closest to the King but he can barely cast for himself.

He usually jokes about his shortcomings but now, laying on the mat as Ignis changes into his own fresh clothing for dinner, he can’t help but compare his very limited abilities to Lunafreya’s. The growing frustration makes his out of place feeling worse and he sighs, closing his eyes and trying to focus again on finding that tiny notch in his mind that allows him to access the flow of Lucian power.

He’s so deep that he doesn’t realize Ignis is trying to warn him until Gladio’s playful movement is made dangerous. The big man spotted him and made a quick motion with his sword, fully expecting Prompto to roll away from the flat edge of the blade before it could do any damage.

The shield yells his name as soon as it’s clear it’s going to hit with bruising force. Prompto’s blue eyes are gold when they snap open and there’s an odd moment of blur. Gladiolus’ blade slams into the mat but he and Ignis are both staring at Prompto who’s standing next to the far wall with fading golden light dancing over his skin.

“Wha-what?”

He stutters out, swaying and collapsing as the magic takes it’s toll. Ignis turns to Gladio with wide eyes, spotting King Noctis frozen in the doorway beyond, eyes locked on his consort.

His voice is strong however as he commands, “Bring Luna.”

“A changeling?”

Lunafreya nods as the small brownie rolls it’s eyes at the King, clearly exasperated with the way he keeps asking the same questions. The small fey appeared as soon as they moved Prompto to the medical wing and started clambering over the blonde, chattering in a language lost to man before switching to very old gaelic, something Ignis could mostly grasp at least.

“Changelings are supposed to only stay with humans until they’re teenagers though! They feel the call of the faerie realm and leave us after a time and Prompto’s nearing his twenty-first autumn...I don’t understand.”

Noctis no longer sounds like a King, he sounds and looks likes a kid with messy hair who’s afraid for his best friend and it pulls at Lunafreya’s heart. She watches as Noctis moves to stand at the head of Prompto’s bed, gently moving hair out of his face and studying him. It’s clearer now, after the magic had burst through. There’s a shimmer over his skin and his hair appears to be haloed in light despite the lack of any source.

The brownie watches Noctis closely, his small face pinched in concentration, before he moves, walking over the mattress beside Prompto’s shoulder, small salve bottles hanging from his belt clinking with his steps.

Gladiolus tracks the little man’s movement so carefully Luna would think he expects him to grow ten feet at attack, but she supposes it’s his job.

His small brown hands come to rest on the King’s thumb, covering half of the digit but stilling Noctis just the same.

“Sun rí tá codlata amháin, eagla ní ghealach na linne. Is breá leis tú, agus nach féidir a fhágáil.”

The small man’s voice is deep and Noctis frowns at him, understanding only pieces of the mostly dead language. Ignis though makes a low noise and Lunafreya’s eyes widen.

“Noctis you did not say you had found a lover…”

Noctis’ head jerks at the words, it was meant to be a secret after all and he looks at the little brownie again but the small man is patting Prompto’s freckled cheek and grumbling as he searches his patchwork pockets for something.

“I-I didn’t...we were never...what did he say?”

Luna smiles at the concern and stress she see’s in the King and repeats the brownie’s words. “Leighas says “Sun King is only sleeping, fear not our moon. He loves you, and can not leave.” He...it appears your Prompto is someone very important to the Fae and I’d bet that Leighas was answering your question about changelings. Prompto has stayed with us mortals all this time because he loves you so. Has he been acting strange lately?”

Noctis frowns but Ignis is the one who answers her, “Yes, he’s been unfocused and fidgets a great deal more than usual. He’s a great painter but I have not seen him work for many days. He confided in me earlier this evening that he felt as though his own skin was the wrong size...I think we can safely say why now.”

Luna hums as Noctis nods in confirmation of the words, his gaze returning to Prompto’s face as Leighas carefully spreads thin lines of red over his cheekbones, the little brownie ignoring them in favor of painting the blonde’s skin.

“We can decide little while he rests. I’m sure that it is simply the toll of using so much power in one go, since he has little enough experience with it still, that keeps him from us now. I will to bed, dinner will have to wait until another day I’m afraid Noctis...for now we need to decide how to proceed. If Leighas is correct, Prompto is a Faerie King whose heart has chosen you...it would be prudent to seek the council of the Seelie Court, especially if the Mad God is coming.”

Noctis nods to her but she can see his focus is still on Prompto who is starting to look very unearthly with his power shimmering around him and Leighas careful designs dancing over his flesh.

Ignis and her leave without a word, Gladiolus settling against the wall to give Noctis space as he pulls a chair close to the narrow bed Prompto lays on. The brownie glances at him and Noctis devotes himself to watching the small man work.

“He’ll be alright. Kids tough, and hell, apparently magical as you.”

“Thanks Gladio...I’m sure you’re right.”

The shield makes a grunting agreement and they lapse back into silence. Noctis isn’t so worried about Prompto’s health now, but about how he’s going to be changed now that his heritage has been unlocked. He can already see the alien fae under the familiar face and his heart clenches...he has heard of many changelings wearing a glamour...what does Prompto truly look like?

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