#hurloane
Text
VERY excited about these new romance novel cover prints I'll have at Flamecon table K119!! Hard to capture in photos, but they're on a really nice pearl linen shimmer heavy stock, so they've got a little texture and a fun silvery shimmer to them. Full flamecon menu post coming soon!! I haven't been at a con in three years, I'm nervous but excited!!
I'll have these at Flamecon, SPX, and MICE, and if I have any leftovers after that I'll put them up for sale online- I'll be sure to let folks know here /insta/twt/bsky (careydraws everywhere) when that happens!
Can you BELIEVE these """just weren't the right tone"""" for the GN series covers*, I don't see the problem, the main trio are CLEARLY visible on every cover,,,
*as always, this is a joke!! I made these as a special treat for me to stay sane during the actual GN cover process, nobody else ever got to see them to reject them; the entire GN team and the entire team at :01 are incredibly powerful & I feel very lucky to get to work with them!!
#sweet flips#team sweet flips#hurloane#hurley x sloane#taz balance#flamecon#flamecon 2023#killbattle#I'm a huge lesbian and I love romance novel covers; thanks for indulging me
919 notes
·
View notes
Text
featuring this post by my good friend devo, and based on this drawing by @hee-blee-art
#taz balance#the adventure zone#taz sapphic week#hurloane#petals to the metal#my art#scheduled post#i scheduled this for 4:20 pm btw
385 notes
·
View notes
Text
From Jan 2020
The Raven and The Ram
#taz#the adventure zone#tazb#taz balance#hurloane#hursloane#hurley taz#sloane taz#i. have no idea how the folks are tagging these characters#was looking thru my taz art folder and found this almost finished (as in with clean lineart but no colors)#so slapped something in real quick. even if its not tecnhically coloring#have not had that motovation to draw lately so i havent gotten around to the one request i still have#so ill be queueing some older arts#anw i love hurley and sloane. they might have inspired a couple art projects i have in uni lmao
269 notes
·
View notes
Text
Welcome to TAZ Sapphic Week, a week dedicated to celebrating sapphic characters in The Adventure Zone.
'Sapphic' refers to a woman or non-binary person who loves another women and/or non-binary person. This is considered an umbrella term for the women loving women, or wlw, community.
This week was organized in order to appreciate some of the characters and their relationships who can often be overlooked, and in general give us a reason to be excited over these lovely gals!
The week will begin August 17th, and run until August 23rd.
August 17th was chosen as the starting date because it is the day which the Balance finale aired, and is therefore Carey and Killian's wedding anniversary!
The prompt board for 2023--
While anything goes for Sapphic Week, some of us work better when given options!
Writing, art, and any other mediums are encouraged, from any and all campaigns. We are so excited to share the love.
When the week begins, you can tag your posts with '#taz sapphic week' and all creations will be reblogged here!
If you're posting to Ao3, you can add your work to our 2023 collection, or visit it to see the works created for this event.
Any questions are welcomed in our askbox!
Blog run by @taakosleftshoe
#taz sapphic week#also lmk any feedback on the definition of sapphic if it needs some tweaking#the adventure zone#taz ethersea#taz steeplechase#taz balance#taz amnesty#taz graduation#oksamber#team sweet flips#danbrey#unfortunately i dont know any other ship names tbh#hurloane#is that it?#info
176 notes
·
View notes
Text
Found an old hurloane sketch i never finished,, make some noise for lesbians
ID: Digital sketch of Sloane and Hurley from The Adventure Zone. Sloane is tall, with pointed ears and hair that reaches down to her thighs, while Hurley is short and chubby with a pixie cut. They stand in a warm embrace, smiling pleasantly at each other with their eyes closed. End ID.
#the adventure zone#taz balance#hurley#sloane#hurloane#devo draws#pose is referenced from adorkastock i believe
190 notes
·
View notes
Text
“Well, well look what the cat dropped in!” Sloane chuckled, gripping the collar of Hurley’s shirt. “How’s the bounty lookin’?”
“Not too bad, though you might want to keep your mask on more often,” Hurley responded, grabbing her opponent’s wrist. “Some folks are saying you’re too cute to arrest.”
BACK AT IT AGAIN FOR @tazsapphicweek
[ID: a digital piece depicting Hurley and Sloane from the Adventure Zone.
Hurley, to the left, is a fat halfling woman with tan skin, scruffy brown hair, and a tail resembling that of a cat’s. Her eyes are hazel and she has a scar over her nose. She is wearing a white t-shirt underneath a brown vest plus driving gloves. She has a black eye and a bloody nose.
In front of her is Sloane, a tall and slim half-elf woman with olive skin. She has long, dark hair in a side braid and a scar on her jawline. She’s wearing a biker’s vest with spikes and a patch which depicts a raven’s wing surrounded by vines. She’s wearing a raven’s mask, which is resting on her head, and a black bandana. She also has a bloody nose and a notched ear.
Both are looking at each other with smug and defiant grins, as if greeting each other after a skirmish. The lighting is dramatic, and a slim light highlights their faces. End description]
#ent’s art#taz balance#hurloane#taz sapphic week#taz hurley#taz sloane#ravenram#hurley taz#sloane taz#they got in a fight with the hammerheads
102 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hurley sighs in resignation
Day 4 of @tazsapphicweek !!!
Yeah, I still haven’t mustered the motivation to color anything in.
57 notes
·
View notes
Text
briefly breaking my self-imposed exile for femslash february hehe, featuring the taz ladies ofc
hurley and sloane
-love language: definitely quality time, especially after the time they spent apart and how hard that was for both of them
-ideal date: a one on one battlewagon race and then a picnic at the edge of the cliff
-actual first date: one day after a race, hurley asked sloane if she wanted to get drinks somewhere in the city
-how did they meet?: battlewagon racing! they were both talented and well known in their own right, but then ended up racing together too
-nicknames for each other: sloane calls hurley blossom and hurley calls sloane birdie
-favorite thing about their partner: hurley loves sloane's confidence and staying calm under pressure and sloane loves hurley's dedication and passion
carey and killian
-love language: touch and gifts
-ideal date: sparring practice followed by a soak in a nice hot tub and cuddles after
-actual first date: one of the bureau festivals on the moon
-how did they meet: obviously as regulators at the bureau, but i think whoever got hired first noticed the other one being toured around and was like ooh who is that
-nicknames for each other: carey calls killian kills sometimes
-favorite thing about their partner: they both admire each other's strength and skill at their job, carey loves killian's hugs and killian loves carey's softer side
aubrey and dani
-love language: words of affirmation
-ideal date: somewhere out in nature where they can just be together uninterrupted, they'd probably end up falling asleep on each other
-actual first date: aubrey created an entire grove of pudding fruit trees in sylvain and put on a magic show for dani
-how did they meet: we already got this in canon haha
-nicknames for each other: they aren't big on nicknames but dani will tease aubrey sometimes by calling her the lady flame in just regular situations
-favorite thing about their partner: aubrey loves how dani helps her feel grounded and see things more clearly and dani loves aubrey's desire to help people and make the world a better place
amber and kodira/oksana
-love language: time and touch…which is unfortunate since they rarely have either for like 30 years
-ideal date: honestly just a classic nice dinner out, they've never really gotten the chance to do that with any of their circumstances
-actual first date: a late night rock show in one of the buildings on the shoreside
-how did they meet: on the shoreside, when they arrived their bunks were next to each other
-nicknames for each other: well this one is canon, bubba and bananaface
-favorite thing about their partner: kodira loves amber's take no shit attitude and her sense of humor and amber loves kodira's poise and commitment to whatever she takes on, physically for amber it's kodira's hair and for kodira it's amber's eyes
#message from mirph#the adventure zone#taz balance#taz amnesty#taz ethersea#taz carey#taz killian#carey and killian#team sweet flips#hurloane#taz hurley#taz sloane#aubrey little#the lady flame#taz dani#taz kodira#taz oksana#amber gris#wlw ship#canon wlw#ship headcanons#femslash february
25 notes
·
View notes
Text
don't try to beat me at my own game
for @tazsapphicweek: free day prompt!
As usual, Hurley awakens at the first sign of sunrise, attempting to yawn and stretch her branches — before remembering, as she always does at this time of day, that in this form, her branches have no muscles to stretch — and she steps out of the tree, lifting her arms up above her head.
“Looking good,” Sloane hums from within the bark, like she does every morning, and pulls her own body out of the tree to muss up Hurley’s hair. “Breakfast?”
Hurley headbutts Sloane in the stomach, chuckling as Sloane squeezes her cheeks. “Yeah, yeah, for sure. Let’s beat the crowd.”
Their favorite café is only a block away, and everyone who works the morning shift knows them — which is how they like it. Sloane has already threatened everyone who’d pull the “isn’t that cannibalism because you’re a plant now?” shtick when Hurley orders vegetarian bacon, and the clientele doesn’t get too starstruck to see dryads around. Oh, and the food’s nice, even though Hurley’s appetite is smaller these days.
(keep reading on ao3!)
#taz#taz balance#hurloane#hurley taz#sloane taz#carey fangbattle#taz balance spoilers#taz fanfic#taz sapphic week#rosalia writes fic#i'd been meaning to try writing these two for a while so this was fun!
39 notes
·
View notes
Text
And I will respect you all at once. At my house.
#taz fanart#the adventure zone#taz balance#hurloane#a softer world remix#thezonecast#taz hurley#taz sloane#the raven and the ram#petals to the metal#taz sapphic week
47 notes
·
View notes
Text
again
in the last, last hours of @tazsapphicweek, i'm musing on how many times i've relistened to taz balance, and how every single time, it's that first note of the song that plays in petals to the metal that gets me. i've loved seeing all your pieces!! i was really hoping to contribute more to the event, but it ended up being poor timing for me (school just started back up, and i've been dealing with a wild new crop of students) so maybe some late entries will happen, maybe not. but you can enjoy this strange one.
The thing about a time loop is-
The thing about a time loop is that it-
The thing about a time loop is that it repeats.
The thing about a time loop is that it repeats, and it repeats, and it repeats.
The thing about a time loop is that it goes on, and on, and on, and just when you think you’ve done it this time, the hand of god presses play again, and there you are.
The thing about a time loop is that it repeats.
The thing about a time loop is that, even if you do it right, you still lose her. You try, you rage, you use everything you can, and some things you probably shouldn’t have, and you know what? You lose her anyway.
The thing about a time loop is that it always ends the same way.
The thing about a time loop is that it always ends.
The thing about a time loop is that it never ends.
The thing about a time loop, you see, is that you did everything you could. Maybe if you had known more, maybe if you had tried more, maybe if you could have just-
The thing about a time loop is that it doesn’t fucking matter.
The thing about a time loop is that it does matter, but you don’t know what bit, and until you know what bit does matter, you’re stuck. If there is an end at all. Could there be an end? Seems unlikely.
The thing, the thing, the thing, the thing, the thing about a time loop, is that the hand of god presses play again, and there you are. The music plays again. The light goes out of her eyes again. You make the sacrifice again. It’s the nature of the thing. Nature. Isn’t that funny?
The thing about a time loop, if you really think about it, is the chance to analyze every single breath, every action, big or small, every choice, every consequence, and still come up empty.
The thing about a time loop is that it gives you a chance to appreciate the smallest details. She really did choose the Raven, didn’t she? She really did race the world with you? She really did smile at you, so tired, so relieved, when you held her, past the finish line? She really did accept your dumb idea?
The thing about a time loop is that it leads to a lot of stupid, stupid ideas. Every time, you notice just how stupid they are. Every time, they seem to get stupider.
The thing about a time loop is that it’s a lot like a race. Lot of races, you go round and round and round–but there’s a finish line. You have a finish line. It’s real. You know it’s real. There’s an end. You know there’s an end. Every single time, there’s an end.
The thing about a time loop is that there’s a beginning again, after the end.
The thing about a time loop is that maybe, just maybe, there’s more. Maybe there’s more to this stupid story, maybe there’s another, better chance, maybe there’s a lesson learned and a possibility granted and a life saved and a hunger sated, maybe there’s an ending where the world starts anew. Maybe you can have something together, not what you wanted, never what you expected, but maybe it’s better? Maybe you become something greater, maybe you live a second life, maybe you transform, transform, transform?
The thing about a time loop is the end, and the beginning, wilt, genesis and bloom, and maybe it repeats, but there’s hope there, there’s something. The story can never be over if you’re recreating it every day. Maybe there’s something you missed. Maybe the goal isn’t a shedding of the shackles. Maybe what you want is the joy round every corner, the finish line, and the racing again tomorrow. Maybe she’ll be there again when you wake up. Maybe it’s all worth it, when you pay it forward. Maybe time is a circle anyway, and there’s nothing wrong with a loop.
The thing about a time loop is that you always know what to expect, but if you pay attention, it feels just as powerful every time. More, now, now that you know. Now that you understand.
The thing about a time loop is, you never expected how comforting those familiar beats could be.
The thing about a time loop…
The thing…
The thing is? Today is just as good a tomorrow as yesterday ever could be.
The thing about a time loop is that it repeats. And someday, it won’t. But you aren’t hoping for that anymore. You’re living your life, loving your lover, blooming and growing and repeating, repeating, repeating, and maybe there could be more to your story, maybe not, but as long as it echoes, you’re there.
The thing about a time loop is that it’s just as easy to press play again as it is to go home.
38 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hate To See You Leave - TAZ Sapphic Week Day 1
Happy TAZ Sapphic week to all who are celebrating! For Day 1 I went with the prompt "alarm" and swiftly spiralled from there.
- What if you can't do the job you love any more because of corruption?
- What if the rent's due and no one will hire you?
- What if a gorgeous, maddeningly mysterious woman shows up with a solution?
__________________________________
The alarm punches through the nighttime city rumblings, wailing as the shards of glass hit the floor. A tall figure, face obscured by a mask, surveys the damage, places their token on the counter, and smiles...
–
Hurley's early this morning, she’s early every morning. She could change the office hours any time, scratch off the rickety paint and add something new, but she’d only arrive earlier. Even the day after race nights it’s hard to do anything but head to the office. She likes routine, she likes structure - knowing she’s getting through the door an hour before she’s supposed to is just about the only level of regularity she can bring to the job. The existing hours stay.
She doffs her suit jacket and sets the coffee pot to brew, dropping into her cracked leather chair while it gurgles and drips. The evening newspapers are still on her desk, nothing of note, again. Sure, it was full of crime, but it’s the usual kind, the kind Hurley didn't touch any more. Now she only helps when someone asks, and only for the right price… or the right kind of pretty smile - she could own up to her weaknesses. The only problem was that no one was asking and race wins didn't pay the rent, especially not with The Raven on the scene to beat her half the time. Hence, the newspapers. If she can find the right crime, maybe, maybe, she can convince someone to hire her to solve it.
The morning papers arrive with a loud thwack against the door. The glass rattles in the pane as Hurley jumps up to chase after the news urchin, but the corridor is empty. She can’t even tell which way they went, whichever one it was is long gone. The topmost paper bears yet another fluff piece about the mayor and the chief of police: 'Tough on crime! Tough on corruption!' "Tough fucking luck if you try to actually do your job." Hurley mutters. Everyone has a price, and they've clearly found The Morning Tribune's. Goldcliff Daily doesn't fare much better, proclaiming 'New duo clears up city!'
They certainly were clearing up, clearing out anyone who would get in the way of their kickbacks. She slams the paper into the bin as hard as she can, the tribune following suit. Then pulls them out to do it again, and again. Fuck it, she doesn't need to read them, there’s nothing for her there. People were scared to speak up, scared to go to the cops, scared to go to anyone who might be connected to them. Mayor Garfield had made Capt. Captain Bane a deal he clearly couldn't refuse, and now he was busy rotting the police from top to bottom. She ‘left’ before the rot got to her too (technically. She quit before Bane could formally tell her she was fired, but it still counts.)
Read more on AO3
#TAZ Sapphic Week#Look I'm so stoked#Really looking forward to all the beautiful creative endeavours we get treated to this week#The Adventure Zone#TAZ#Hurloane#Sloane#Hurley#TAZ Fic#Noodyl Writes
38 notes
·
View notes
Text
All the drawings I did leading up to sapphic week in one spot :]
#my art#taz balance#taz ethersea#taz grad#taz amnesty#oksamber#danbrey#team sweet flips#hurloane#petals to the metal#althea and barb#lupcretia#istus and raven queen#taz sapphic week
168 notes
·
View notes
Text
TAZ Sapphic Week Day 3: Monster + Dance
Teaser for tomorrow: Pirates + Again!
+some ideas about the ‘story’ under the cut :3c
Gossips say that Hurley, the famed ballet dancer, is haunted by a beast that resides within Goldcliff theater. Her performance grows sloppy, which people attribute to be part of the beast’s curse. One day during the performance, a beast with raven feathers swoop down from above and whisks the dancer away for good.
The truth is - Hurley is discontented with her life as a performer, with no way out. Upon meeting Sloane, the ‘beast’ that resides in the theater, she falls in love, and together they plot a scheme that can help them both escape the theater and live a happier life together.
#taz sapphic week#taz#the adventure zone#taz balance#tazb#sloane taz#hurley taz#hurloane#hursloane#illustration#i think this is my fave piece for sapphic week#i dont do painted style a lot but i felt like this piece deserved the extra effort#mostly bc its ballet and the painted style makes it feel more gentle#pose is referenced from one of the pas a deux poses i found#fuck i wanna percieve more ballets
93 notes
·
View notes
Text
#my dumb ass forgot to add tags when i scheduled this post hold on#taz sapphic week#the adventure zone#hurloane#taz balance
82 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Wanted (Revised Hurloane Fic) - Chapter 10
“They had nearly as many names as they had stories told about them. Ram. Raven. Red. Devil. Deputy. Outlaw. Short ‘n Long. Ghosts of the Rapids.”
Hurley’s a bounty hunter, the Raven is an outlaw, and the desert is a lonely place.
(The 50k+ Old West Hurloane AU Where Hurley Becomes A Thief Too that no one asked for. Edited and reposted from an old version of the story. T for non-graphic violence and discussions of death/injury/trauma.)
Read on AO3
Other Chapters
The trains came to be their favorites. Up close, the sound was wonderfully brutal. Hurley's ribs clattered with the hiss and clank of it all, and it made them revel inside.
Sometimes the two of them went for the supply trains. Even the rail lines meant for carrying herded cattle to market typically had some cars stocked with other goods, rattling unguarded at the tail ends of the locomotives. If they were lucky, they could find supplies they needed and take them. When they didn't, though, they would sometimes ride in the rumbling black gut of the great creature anyway, stowing in the cars with room for them. (Hurley insisted they only do that if there was also room to load the ever placid horse, who traveled splendidly, thank the gods.) This way, they could travel in hours what might have taken them days otherwise. Hurley would watch the land blur as the train sped by. They learned to fall asleep to the din that wrapped around them like a quilt, to the shaking of the sliding car doors.
Sloane showed them how to pass between the cars as the train was moving. The first few times, Hurley had held their breath as they watched her skirt along the thin lip of metal that jutted out just above the wheels. It seemed that any misplaced jolt could knock her off and into the dirt. But she was calm and practiced about it, and Hurley would soon find that her hands had pads of callouses that let her keep her grip on one car while she edged toward its neighbor with her foot. She slipped between them in a fluid movement, graceful as a night-colored cat. Hurley got it eventually, with more than a little quite literal hand-holding, but they were always a little less adept, their arms and legs shorter than Sloane's. So it was she who went exploring from cart to cart for goods.
When they couldn't see each other as they traveled like this, Hurley would whistle in a pitch high enough to be heard over the constant noise. One note swinging up, like the sound of a question, into two short chirps. I'm here. Where are you? Sloane's reply came in the form of a slightly lower, two-tone whistle. Right here.
Because of her greater agility and experience, it was easily decided that, when it came to hits on passenger trains, Sloane would be the one to actually climb aboard, sneaking on once the steam engine had slowed enough to allow it. This was fine by Hurley. What they could do was ride.
This was where the true cacophony began. When the word of a train burglary in progress in the back cars reached the conductor and crew up front, the train would begin to strain desperately to outpace its thieves. Every furious sound in the world seemed to burst forth from it then. It banged and howled and screeched with its effort. And it never mattered. Hurley and the horse that worked so well beneath them would keep with it, get close enough to the moving metal for the shining stirrups to clatter against it, push into its wind. They felt it sting them through the openings of their mask.
(The mask is something that Sloane had to insist on, at first. "Someone could pick out those red curls from a mile away," she said one day before she abruptly dropped a piece of knife-carved, pale dead wood into their lap. It was light in their hands when they picked it up; turning it over revealed the visage of a hollow-eyed ram, with thick horns curling backward. To hide the top of their head if they were to put it on, they realized.
"Do you really think I need this? You're still the one actually doing the stealing, you know."
"You didn't see the same paper I did, huh?" she responded easily. "They're already calling you the Ram. You don't do anything by halves."
They did need to hide their face, of course. Even if they weren't going to stick with the thievery for long, just as long as they were traveling with Sloane, they would still need to ensure that they weren't seen. But Hurley didn't know how to explain that, at the time, they felt that there was a strange sense of finality to the mask, and not only for the way that it resembled a skull. They felt that they were about to lock themself into a narrative that hadn't really been of their own construction, donning a title that was not theirs.
Now they got it. Now it fit. Now they put their head down and charged.)
Hurley would ride to keep up with the speeding train, and sure as the sun, Sloane in her hat and bandana would appear at the windows of a car before long. When she did, it meant that she was ready. She would open up the window and, depending on what could be managed in that particular moment of chaos, either jumped deftly onto the horse or controlled her fall and rolled as she hit the ground. Either way, Hurley would be ready to pick her up and rush away. The gun, a large bulge at her side, would have remained undrawn for the whole affair. She had no need. The people onboard saw the Raven and did what anyone would do--and if they didn’t, the Ram, they were all slowly finding out, was there and ready to pull her out.
Ultimately, though, it wasn’t the noise or the wind that got to them most. It was the faces.
Hurley had known a number of faces. Some of them were baby-smooth and forever dustless. Some were neatly positioned between a shiny top hat and a crimped neckerchief, or between a lace hem and a hat with a great ostrich plume rising from it. All of these, they had known before. The same kinds had come before with shining white teeth to take their land away. For them, conquering the acres that had belonged to Hurley's family was as simple as presenting a paper.
It was easy to tell who on those trains with the red cushioned seats could afford to lose a little. They couldn't help but show it.
These were the people who leaned their heads out the train windows to watch them flee out of sight without fail, their witnessing while Hurley dodged bullet after bullet. They got drunk on it, sometimes. These were the ruffled chickens robbed by a fox in the false safety of their coop. To these people, as they road away, they become nothing more than a path of dust and a curse in the mouths of others. And then for the dust to dissipate but for the curse, for their name invoked, to remain bitter in the mouths that had tasted the silver spoon...how incredible. How impossible.
They adored the impossible.
And it wasn't just the faces of their victims. It was her face, too, when she turned around to see how they’d left their pursuers in the dust. How she looked, for just a moment, like she could pluck up the world for herself and stuff it in her coat pocket. That got Hurley too, that they could help to make her smile in the way that she only smiled after she had gotten well away.
#hurloane#taz#the adventure zone#taz balance#the zone cast#taz fanfic#sloane#hurley#the wanted#lmao uh. here i guess!
14 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
stained-water
Hi I’m Chalk
artofkenz
Midnight Warrior
drexv5775
Time keeps on slipping into the future
updatenewz
Untitled
updatenewz
Untitled