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thegoblinpit · 7 months
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tbh this is my favorite thing I think I have ever painted on CSP. Caed (Gardener) felt much more free and easy as a cowpoke in the Western AU on our SPoP server. I loved playing and painting him as a more secure version of himself.
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roger-dear · 8 months
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Some sketches I forgot to post
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garadinervi · 1 year
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Dylan Thomas Reads A Personal Anthology, TC 1294, Caedmon, 1968 [Craig Moerer Records By Mail]. Cover Art:  A pencil sketch of Dylan Thomas by Soss Melik done in 1952 while Thomas was staying at Chelsea Hotel in New York. Cover Design by Oraston Brooks-EL
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fangs-claws-paws · 5 months
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Could you tell me what Caedmon looks like? I'm new to fanfic ? (I'm Brazilian and I know little English)
Hey thanks for the ask!
I have personally never gone too in depth with how he looks as I enjoy hearing others interpretation of the characters appearance. Though how I tend to picture him is white with short, brown hair. Body type typical of most space marines in that he's wide and very muscular, though muscles are not extremely pronounced due to fat deposits. Definitely scars all over, but no definite pattern or notable ones in my mind.
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Caedmon Moodboard
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Caedmon: Do you have any plans? Allan: To be honest, I never thought I'd get this far. I was banking on being dead by now, I didn't have contingency plan, I'm just making it up as I go now. Running absolutely buck wild until God puts me down. Caedmon: Caedmon:...Dinner plans, Allan, do you have any dinner plans... Allan: Soup.
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thedalektables · 2 years
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Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, The Doctor's TARDIS Additional Tags: Romance, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Interfering TARDIS, Dirty Talk, Valentine's Day, Tumblr Prompt, 5+1 Things, Swearing, Humor Series: Part 23 of Doctor/Rose Prompts Summary:
The Doctor and Rose belong together. The Tardis tries to make it happen.
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fth2022fanworks · 1 year
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Caedmon  – Caedmon
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fitsofgloom · 2 years
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The World Bewitch'd
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gingerteaonthetardis · 6 months
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𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 (3/?) | What We're Made Of
by @caedmonfaith & RishiDiams
ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ x ʀᴏꜱᴇ, ᴇ, 400ᴋ+
Ian’s understanding from Pete was that the walls to the universe had closed and there would be no more traveling between universes - for Rose or this Doctor twat. And even if they were open, it would be incredibly dangerous for Rose to attempt to do so.
But that didn’t change the fact that she was not just pregnant by him, she was in fucking love with him.
Any one of these factors should have been enough to send him running like hell in the other direction. Any one of them translated to nothing but heartache for him if he got too attached to her, and he’d be a damn fool to invite that into his life.
Ian Docherty was a damn fool.
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thegoblinpit · 7 months
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Gardener's first selfie. My friend's character, Inei (he/she/they), is pictured. Inei and Gardener have such a precious friendship and I loved drawing them together
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roger-dear · 2 years
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“So you’ve found yourself a pair of wings?”
Concept art for yet another new character, Caedmon
he’ll be in the same story as the winged girl from the other post
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windermeresimblr · 7 months
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The Scotsman and the Culdee of Innish Breacaimsir, Chapter Two
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“Yes. I get supplies every so often from one of the brothers on Iona,” Caedmon said.
“Iona!” Alasdair said, standing up and wrapping the blanket around himself. He at least knew where Iona was, although there was a strange feeling at the back of his head, as if he wasn’t remembering something correctly. “And how far by boat is that? When will the brother arrive?”
“Oh…” Caedmon said. “Uh, on the quarter-days and cross-quarter days, usually. He last came in on Saint John’s Eve. And it’s just after Lammas…so he’ll next be in on Michaelmas.” 
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“So that’s a month,” Alasdair said. He looked again at the cell they were in–there was barely enough room for one of them, and he was much taller than Caedmon. Certainly there was only one pallet. And he had stolen the blanket to cover himself. It would be a very long and disagreeable month, especially with only a blanket for clothing.
“It’s fine, I can sleep in my robes,” Caedmon said before Alasdair could say anything. “I do that often in the winter. Otherwise I might wake up dead from cold. And we can split the pallet. I’ve been too vain, sleeping on such thick hay.”
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“Do you not have any other clothes I could wear?” Alasdair asked.
“I’m a hermit,” Caedmon reminded him. “I’m not supposed to have a lot of clothes.”
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“I can’t take your blanket!”
“Saint Martin gave his cloak to the beggar without expecting the beggar to give him anything in return,” said Caedmon, piously crossing himself. “And it’s much too cold here for you to walk about without anything on. Even if it is summer.”
“Well, what about food? I don’t want to eat you out of house and home in the meanwhile.”
“I am happy to share my bread with you, and water is in abundance.”
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Alasdair groaned. The man was irritating him more and more. “How’s the fishing around here? I can at least fish for myself, and give you some.”
“I see lots of fish, and lots of sea-birds. There’s deer in the forest on the other side of the island. Once I even saw a whale, the kind of fish that ate Jonah.”
“Whales aren’t fishes,” Alasdair said. “They’re mammals.”
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“They live in the sea. They’re fishes.”
“Not according to–never mind that. How long does it take the brother to arrive from Iona?”
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fangs-claws-paws · 5 days
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Chart of my writing characters (Excluding Ansovald), and two of my favorite Pathfinder characters I've played. All fun times here :)
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malohkeh-artblog · 3 months
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Traduction : Thistlewood Lane (by Caedmon)
Traduction d'un OS de Noël écrit par Caedmon
Dans Thistlewood Lane, la maison voisine de celle d’Aziraphale est vide depuis un bon moment. Il espère voir arriver une jeune et gentille famille, ou bien une personne avec qui il pourrait s'entendre. Ses attentes sont réduites à néant lorsqu’un véhicule débarque à toute allure dans sa paisible rue résidentielle, beuglant une odieuse musique à plein volume.
Aziraphale s’apprête à exposer sa façon de penser au grossier personnage, quand il découvre, un peu désarçonné, que son nouveau voisin est plutôt séduisant. Cela ne change cependant rien à la situation : gardant chacun une mauvaise première impression de l’autre, ils se lancent dans une véritable guerre de voisinage.
A quand le cessez-le-feu ?
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