#not drawing is killing me so i'm going to try get back into posting designs lol
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1. Firestar
Kind of based on an oriental longhair.
Cheek fur is connected to his chest fur because why not. My version of the "Firestar family mark" (besides, like... Ginger fur).
I wanted his fur to look brighter where his chest is to allude to his warrior name, not sure how that comes across though.
#firestar#fireheart#warrior cats#warrior cats design#not drawing is killing me so i'm going to try get back into posting designs lol#urhrhgugh ignore these past few months.#and also ignore how weird his hind legs are#eggh wasn't meant to post this but whatever i guesa
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24 asksss :}}} ⭐⭐⭐
@ardent-38
You are my favorite person
@wolfie-777
Cassie does not exist in my AU. But hypothetically-
If Roxanne found this lost child she would report it to Vanessa and have her help Cassie. As is the protocol for children that are found on the premises after hours.
If Roxy found her while she had the "bug" in her system? She would have attacked and maybe even killed Cassie :x
Had to google what that was, <XD It looks beautiful! And I image that he has seen it before yeah :)
As for their favorite songs, I'm not sure :0
That's.. actually a really good idea.
For a long time I never went back to the comic because the writing I did was awful. Everyone was acting out of character, it was SUPER dramatic. I wrote Peso's character all wrong. Uhg, awful awful awful.
And then I was kept away from going back because people would not stop asking me to finish it. "Why did you abandon this comic?" "Are you gonna finish it?" "Why did you stop drawing it" "Go back and finish the crab comic" Like, it was so frustrating.
...Buuuuutt,, rewriting it? Hmmm... I'm way too wrapped up with projects to start this anytime soon. But I wont lie this ask really got me thinking about it-
Also thank you so much! I'm glad you like my art!! :DDD
@smilegirl64 (Post in question)
Thank you! I'm so glad you noticed! That was my favorite detail to add XDDDD
@elegysonnet
I dug into the series a bit and took a look around the fanbase. And I decided that it just wasn't really my thing.
Although I did love the character designs and I think they'd be really fun to draw, I didn't think I'd get along with the fandom. I can see myself huddled in my own little corner with all my headcannons and stuff, and I wouldn't really want to interact with anyone else. :/
Also my favorite character is probably Julie or Howdy XDD
I use an XPPen Artist 13.3 Pro. Its a tablet with a screen! :))
As for my drawing program I use FireAlpaca. Its free and really good for beginners and pros! Highly recommend if you're just getting into digital art. Also thank you!! :D
@baokim80
@burningmusicfunnygiant
I disagree actually. The "bug" aside, they are in no way programed to hurt anyone. They are programmed to have full obedience to staff and Managers.
They could try to stop them, and they could physically stand in their way. But you wouldn't see Freddy straight up punching an employee to keep him away from Bonnie.
Now with the bug in their systems? mmm.. Okay yeah they would. BUT ONLY WHEN THEY'RE NOT IN THEIR RIGHT MINDS-
@cudlycorncornsworthcoberson
XDD Offended Bibi noises can be heard in the background
@curiousskelekitty
<XD I'll do my best!
I feel that my responsibility as an artist on this platform is to tag my art appropriately. Tag it for blood, gore, injuries, things like that. So that people who are disturbed by those subjects don't have to stumble upon it and have their day ruined. :(
What is NOT my responsibly is to prevent little kids from seeing my bloody Octonauts artwork. That's the parents job. XD THEY should be keeping an eye on their kids and making sure they're not browsing sites like Tumblr XDD
Tangle and Lolbit are not a part of my AU actually.
But Mangle? Just because she hasn't made an appearance of any kind yet, doesn't mean she wont in the future.. 👀
Thank you! :DD
Thank you! I'll try to not rush through my projects so much <XD
Thank you for respecting that! :D
Also uhg. I hate pinterest. I would rather people just never found out about me then find me through a pinterest post with my stolen artwork.
@whereismycupofcoffee
YEESSS!!! I always love it when people decide to give Octonauts a try :))) Its a really neat show!
THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDDD
XD My first thought was Peso or Shellington for some reason. They're just too polite to make a fuss XDDD
@kymbird
Wanna know a good place to start if you genuinely struggle with that? Make 1 character that is based off of you. And then make a second character that is based off of someone in your life that you have 0 romantic interest in what so ever. Like your Mom, or your Dad, siblings, Uncle, dog literally anyone. It should be impossible to twist those 2 characters together because they are modeled after you and ur mom. You should look at them and say "thats me and my mom" or "thats me and my brother" Those 2 should then be characters that are 100% protected from becoming a ship. :0
This actually reminded me of my transformer ocs. I modeled the characters after the drivers/owners. And people wanted to ship them together and I was like "for 1 they are my OCs so thats kind'a odd but 2 those two characters are based off of siblings. They absolutely should not- in ANY universe, be paired together"
Personally not a huge fan of the bright blue color he has. Seeing his Bonnie Bowl artwork everywhere I expected him to be his usual purple..
As for my Bonnie I think he'd get along pretty well with his Glamrock counterpart! But when it comes to the Bowling ally they'd be rivals. >:)
Also thank you! :DD
@trains-of-thought
aaaa thank you so much!! :DD I'm so glad to hear that you've liked my Mario artwork!! And that you read the info aaaa!! I spent a lot of time writing all that so I'm glad to hear that you read it! As for your questions,
1: Yes! My Peach, Daisy, Wario and Waluigi are all the same species, which is not human. They are this incredibly tall elf like species that closely resembles humans and has many biological similarities.. but ultimately they are very different species.
2: Its hard to say.. I've been known to change my mind a lot so maybe? Honestly I hope that someday these feelings towards fanart will vanish and I will be able to engage with my fans more. But for now,, noooo fanworks :(
OH MY GOSH I LOVE THAT FNAF VIDEO XDD Very well animated and funny! Here's the link in case anyone is interested!
I drew it myself! :)
#my response#fnaf security breach#fnaf security breach dlc#fnaf security breach dlc spoilers#octonauts#super mario bros
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I LOVE THE TF2 MLP AU SM. it gives me sm nostalgia to when i was a kid and i and everyone in the fandom made pony aus of franchises we liked- im so happy cringe is dead and tradition is alive 🥹
ALSO THE INFECTION AU POST. GOOD SHIT;!;!!!!!!!!!! gore and body horror are inseparable from (hopefully only the mature part of) the mlp fandom and i felt so giddy jumping for joy kicking my feet up seeing that it had a resurgence!! Your post of this au with your tf2 ponies was my introduction to it!!! Nature is healinggggg
That post is BOMB. WE GOT: 1) HEAVYMEDIC ANGST. 2) PYRO & ENGIE ANGST. 3) BOOTS & BOMBS ANGST. 4) DADSPY ANGST. 5) SNIPER ANGST. ITS GIVING💅🏽💅🏽💅🏽 and the way the disease spreads differently for all of them is so creative!!!!!! Engie wants to sever the infected body part but cant cus its on his back and he needs medics help for that (and med is way too far gone to do any operation), and scout doesn't want his wings severed even tho that would save him cus he still wants to fly!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
also soldier misinterpreting the request is so good. And pyro wanting to help but not being allowed to cus they'd try to burn engie. Demo drinking himself to death cus he cant handle seeing his friend in the state that he's in. Sniper disappearing cus he wants to be with his parents during this horrible time even tho they have a strained relationship. Spy wanting his son to live through this so much that he's planning to sever his wings himself. And heavyyyyyy. Heavy breaking his heart everyday still taking care of medic knowing he's going to have to kill the love of his life soon. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Anyways sorry for fuckin. Screaming in your asks and basically just repeating what you wrote sgjdjd. I just really love this au (and especially that comic with scout, medic and engie!!!) and the infection au post made me so nostalgic to the early days of the mlp fandom that the adhd went mental and i had to shout about it lol- feel free to not respond to this! Youre awesome! Keep doing you!!!!!!
(also youre really good at drawing gore????? Hello teach me pls)
WHAT A BIG FEEDBACK OHMYGODヽ((◎д◎))ゝ
Anyway I'm really super puper glad you liked my au!! I was a little hesitant to post it, since AU in AU sounds weird but I'm glad I thought otherwise - cringe culture should be dead!! Mix your hyperfixations it's good for your health!!!
AND AHHHHGGGGGH You noticed so many details thankyouuu🥺💗💗💗The best thing about this AU is that every ship and brotp can work so well in this story. Engie first helping Medic but then ending up being also infected??? Spy checking up on Engie and making him eat since he's too stressed to take a break??? Demo, Heavy and Pyro comforting each other after loosing their friends??? Spy and Scout both raging on Sniper for leaving like a coward??? Or maybe Heavy, as an earth pony, comforts Scout after he just got his wings amputated??? So many possibilities!!
Don't worry, I love when people are noticing all the details and just get,, really invested into my stuff, it really brings me joy and you made my day so much better!!🥺🥺I feel honestly a little insecure, since my pony designs and thoughts may not be the best, but I'm glad that so many people still like my mlp×tf2 stuff!! It's really endearing to know that finally something I like making is also likable to you!
About gore -- I have no idea😭I love gore but it's a pain to draw properly and scary, you'd need practice and references (I mostly use art references since yknow,,,real photos can make me sick)
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Happy Halloween from Calahan who is taking over the cult indefinitely (a.k.a. WIP Wednesday bcs I'm late, kinda) | "Sinners Welcome" Drabble
I had this idea floating around about doing an edit of Cal cosplaying as Joseph for Halloween, so here y'all go. I'm just so proud of it. I went as far as designing his tattoos myself as graphics to use. Below we got the story that goes with the edit, I will be posting it on AO3 soon, too. It gets nsfw towards the end because John do be sinnin'.
"Donovan.", Whitehorse called out as soon as Sabrina walked in through the door, a part of her feeling glad he was saving her from the compulsory morning small talk with Nancy.
"Morning, Sheriff.", she sent him a small smile, noting the deep frown he wore for such an early hour.
"Walk with me."
He didn't wait for her to reply, heading towards the small kitchen in the Sheriff's Department.
Silence took over as he waited for the coffee machine to grant him, if she had to guess, not his first dose of caffeine for the day.
"Is everything okay?"
"You're with Rookie today.", he mumbled as he took a sip from his mug, "Pratt called in sick, and I need someone to keep an eye on him."
She nodded, "Fine by me."
"Good, good.", his voice lowered, "To be frank, Hudson refused after hearing where they'd be headed."
"Jesus, boss… you're making it sound like me and Gray are about to go to war.", Calahan poked his head into the room, lips twisting into a cheeky smile.
Whitehorse's eyes narrowed as he smoothed down his mustache, "I'm more worried about you starting a war, Rookie."
A snort left the younger Deputy, "Not on my to-do list, no worries."
"I've heard that before.", he turned to Sabrina, "Donovan, just… try to keep him in check, will ya? Make sure he doesn't kill anyone."
Calahan sent her a 'can you believe this guy' look over their boss' shoulder, "Will do."
Whitehorse sighed, "The last thing I need is John Seed showing up out front, and makin' demands again. Am I clear, Rookie? Stay out of trouble."
"As clear as this fine morning, sir.", the words were paired with a dramatic salute.
"It's fucking overcast today, Rookie."
Sabrina bit back a laugh as he made a hasty escape before Calahan could raise his blood presure even more than he already had.
"Kid."
"What?", to an outsider the innocent look in Hartley's eyes would have been convincing enough, but by then she knew better, especially with the overall satisfied demeanor he had going on even after being prematurely scolded by Whitehorse.
"Where are we going?"
The smile that took over his face promised trouble, "Payin' good old Joe a visit."
It's all he provided as an explanation before he spun on his heel and gestured for her to follow him.
"I didn't get a coffee."
There was an extra bounce to his step, strange giddiness, and he didn't even bother to stop when he muttered, "Already on it, Gray. It's waiting for you in the car. Chop-chop."
Minutes later, they were pulling at Joseph's Compound, the music Calahan had playing in the cruiser drawing the attention of the two Eden's Gate members manning the front gates to it. The fact they rested their hands on their holsters as he shut off the ignition wasn't lost on Sabrina.
"Cal?"
By the looks of it, he wasn't sharing her concerns about things going sideways on trigger-happy Peggie territory, "Yeah?"
"Try not to make them angry… for me?"
He ran a hand through his dirty blond hair before nodding quickly, "I will try my best, partner."
She knew it was all she could really get from him as a promise, especially considering his previous run-ins with Joseph's men. There was a reason why Hudson had refused to tag along with him for the day - avoiding paperwork or having to talk him down from the edge. Chances were, their routine visit could result in a fight breaking out, punches being thrown or worse.
Sabrina exited the car, following Hartley towards the entrance of the Compound as he strutted like he had no care in the world, headed straight for the cultists.
"Joseph called us in.", he announced and crossed his hands over his chest, regarding both men with a bored expression.
"Morning.", she added, refusing to buckle under the scrutiny that somehow had ended up on her instead of Calahan.
"Ask for Mercy.", one of the bearded men grumbled out, dark eyes revealing little as he extended his hand to point down the road behind him.
"Well, that didn't sound menacing at all.", Sabrina remarked under her breath as she and Hartley followed the muddy path surrounded by fences on both sides on foot, and judging by how trodden it was, large processions from and to sermons weren't uncommon. The observation was just another awful reminder of how big of an influence the cult had, how many it had sucked in with its practices and empty promises.
"Fucking weirdos. There better be a woman named Mercy waitin' or I'm-"
"You promised to stay calm.", she reminded him, gaze trained ahead in anticipation of anything malicious after the man's cryptic words, "I take it that you don't know who we're looking for?"
Calahan snorted, "Not like I and Joseph's many wives hang out at the same spots. Hell, most of them don't even dare to look me in the eye, let alone come near me, like I'd seduce them just by breathing in their vicinity."
"Rubbin' off your sin on them?", she asked jokingly.
"Sins. Plural. I contain multitudes, Gray."
Sabrina could feel everyone staring as two advanced ahead, a couple of houses and other small buildings coming into view, with a church towering over in the distance. There was a decent crowd around the spacious property despite the early hour. Men and women all dressed alike - in worn-out clothes bearing the symbol of their leader, the red Eden's Gate cross in stark contrast with their muted appearances.
In the sea of beige and wary faces something captured her attention - a woman in a white vintage looking dress moved with conviction, but instead of coming to them and sparing them the hassle of looking for 'Mercy', she aimed for a redheaded man Sabrina had only seen on printed materials of the cult.
"That one, I know,", Calahan nodded towards him, coming to an abrupt stop and leaning in to whisper, "Jacob Seed, grumpy son of a bitch. Last person, I'd ask for directions, though."
Without doubt, the oldest Seed did have a serious, over-disciplined aura about him, far different from the easy-going, dangerously charming act John put on in his attempts at recruiting new people for his brother's Project.
Sabrina bit her lip as the woman with curly blonde hair tilted her head to look up at the man towering several inches over her, her demeanor relaxed in spite of the way Jacob was regarding her - like he wanted nothing to do with the interaction.
As if he could sense the two sets of eyes watching them, his icy stare shifted from her to the Deputies standing a couple of feet away before he said something quietly and nodded in their direction.
"Good morning, Jakey.", Calahan raised his hand in a mock wave, and the Seed brother sent him a frown before heading off the way the woman had come from without returning his greeting.
At the same time, she progressed forward, a friendly grin brightening her features as she came to a halt in front of Hartley, definitely not keeping a purposeful distance like the rest of Joseph's followers, "Deputies."
He appeared completely taken aback by the bold move, especially with her deep brown eyes set on him.
In ways she couldn't fault him, he had a weak spot for women, even more when he became their sole focus.
Sabrina was the first to speak, "We were told to ask for Mercy."
"That would be me. Mercedes Sibley. If you would follow me…", she spun around with that, uttering quiet hellos to people and leading them past the church where a house resided spaced out from the rest marked with phrases in latin.
Sins, to be exact.
Nothing was written above the doorway of this one, Sabrina realized.
Mercedes pushed the door to the house open with her and Hartley close on her heels.
She wasn't sure what to expect from what she deemed as the home of a cult leader - somehow the plain walls in need of repaint adorned by a couple of portraits and newspaper clippings felt mundane, too normal.
The short hallway led into an ordinary looking living room, where Mercedes made a right turn towards one of the open doorways, announcing in a far gentler voice as she reached it and moved aside so they can pass through first, "The Deputies are here, Father."
Joseph Seed, the man that had built a giant statue of himself and pronounced himself as God's mouthpiece, sat in one of the chairs at that small kitchen table while his older brother stood nearby as if on guard duty.
The gun and knife holster strapped to his tight certainly hinted at that.
"Good morning, my name is Deputy Donovan, my colleague and I are here on a call.", Sabrina explained while Calahan remained silent, an unreadable expression coming over his features when his blue eyes set on the 'Father'.
"Shouldn't we call John, let him handle things?", Jacob grunted out, pretending like they weren't even in the room as Mercedes moved past him and resumed a position behind his brother.
To Calahan's credit, he made none of the expected remarks, his serious demeanor beginning to worry Sabrina to an extent.
"Somebody broke in, brother.", Mercedes glanced in the oldest Seed's direction, his gaze narrowing at the last word she had said in a sickly sweet tone, "Does it make sense to call in an attorney for that?"
Joseph's eyes bounced between the Deputies, finally coming to rest on Hartley's, "Sit, Mercy, my child. There's no need to call John at the moment."
Mercedes complied by slipping into the chair next to his, silently hinting for Sabrina to do the same.
She cleared her throat, settling into her seat across from the woman before pulling out her report notebook and laying it down on the table, "How about we start from the beginning then?"
Calahan loomed behind her, hand grasping the back of her chair, standing watch just like Jacob was for his brother.
Joseph pushed his sunglasses up his nose before leaning forward, hands clasped in front of him, "I went to bed last night, and nothing was out of place. After waking up this morning, I noticed a couple of things were missing."
Sabrina noted his words down, tapping her pen on the page, trying to avoid any unnecessary eye contact, "Things as in?"
She couldn't imagine how stuffy the room would feel if John had been there too to make demands, possess the conversation.
How fully outnumbered they'd be then.
"Personal belongings.", Jacob cut in.
"We would need a list of anything that's been taken, Mr. Seed.", Sabrina sent him a quick glance, just in time to catch his eyes darting to Mercedes.
Interesting.
"My old Bible,", Joseph began, lips pursed in disdain, "an engraved belt, a black custom blazer and… my rosary. I believe that's all."
"Okay.", it was a strange list of items to be stolen, but Sabrina didn't say anything as she jotted down each item, "Any sign of forced entry, or better yet, can we take a look around ourselves?"
"I still think we should call John.", Jacob grumbled out again, making Mercedes sigh quietly.
"He doesn't lock any of the doors.", she said eventually.
Calahan snorted at that, whatever energy for acting decent running its course, "So, the perp just… entered?"
"Which is still a crime, is it not?", Mercedes asked slowly.
"Technically, yes.", he chuckled, "But, Father here is making it a hundred times easier on thieves. So frankly, anyone living on the property could be a suspect. He's lucky nobody has done other serious crimes upon his person while he sleeps. A slit throat for example."
"I trust my children, they would never steal from me, let alone hurt me.", Joseph argued.
"Do you, now?", Calahan's voice took an edge, "Can they say the same about you, Father?"
"So much darkness,", the Father's eyes rose up to look over Sabrina's shoulder, "is trapped within you, child, looking for a way out. My family could help you, set you free from it."
"I'd take no help from a man that doesn't even know how to protect his own home. If I were you, I'd worry more about the thief lurking amongst your people instead of my poor blackened soul… after all, stealing is a sin, is it not?"
Jacob came closer, "It was an outsider, we are certain of it. So just do your job and find them."
Sabrina nodded as she closed her notebook, "We will take a look around then."
Mercedes rose up with that, "I can show you two-"
"Sit down, Mercedes.", annoyance seeped into the command as Jacob strode past the table and out of the kitchen, calling out for Sabrina to follow him.
He pointed at each door that led outside, the old floorboards groaning beneath his feet at almost every step he took.
Calahan stayed behind in the kitchen doorway as she took notes, leaving her to ask questions and navigate the hostile waters.
"Your brother sleeps where?"
His chin lifted up towards a doorway that led out of the living room, "Down that hall."
"Heavy or light sleeper?"
Jacob crossed his hands over his chest, impatience oozing from his body language, "How is this relevant?"
"Considering I'm trying to determine most likely point of entry… it would be helpful. If you have better things to do, Mr. Seed, I'm sure Ms. Sibley won't mind taking it from here."
His jaw ticked at the suggestion, "Light."
Sabrina focus zeroed on the backdoor, and she walked back and forth a couple of times while scanning for any potential evidence the thief might have left behind, "Would you mind…"
"I mind."
It took a lot of willpower for her to not roll her eyes, reminding herself the quicker they wrap up the report, the sooner her and Calahan would be rid of dealing with the Seeds.
"It would be helpful if somebody with different stature-"
Jacob repeated her movements before she could finish her sentence, then turned back to her with a 'are you happy now?' expression.
"Thank you.", she lifted her attention from her notebook, making sure to pick her next words carefully, "Your brother claims the perp entered the house during the night while he was asleep."
At his nod she continued, "And his floors aren't exactly-"
His icy blue gaze narrowed at that, "What's your point, Deputy Donovan?"
"I assume the items were in the room where he sleeps?"
"Yes.", a hand scratched his bearded cheek.
"And he didn't hear anything?"
"Are you accusing my brother of lying?"
It was at that point she began to wonder if John in fact had been around, he would have been easier to deal with, or he would have ended up avoiding answering her questions even more, especially with how cagey Jacob acted, like she wasn't there to help, but rather arrest Joseph.
"I'm not accusing Mr. Seed of anything. In an investigation every bit of information is useful, no matter how small or insignificant it might seem. You called us, I'm just trying to do my job here."
"Mercedes called you. I had nothing to do with this.", he corrected her coldly.
Sabrina spared a quick look in Calahan's direction, finding him watching the two silently with a dark smirk from his previous spot, before she pulled the door leading out of the back of the house open.
Her eyes remained casted downward, and she could feel Jacob standing close as he peeked over her shoulder at what had captured her interest.
"Do many visitors use this door usually?"
"No."
At his confirmation, she crouched down, taking a picture of a fresh footprint left in the mud and measuring it with her hand roughly, she hushed the part of her telling her the size of the shoes the thief wore seemed to match Calahan's.
"So this is the point of entry?", he inquired for once as she got back up.
"It would seem so.", she pocketed her notebook, "Anything of significance back there?"
"That way leads off the property."
Sabrina carefully avoided stepping over the only evidence left behind, her sights set on examining the path the perp had most likely took after snatching Joseph's belongings.
"I will need to take a look then.", she didn't expect for the oldest Seed to follow, but he did, the crunch of leaves and twigs signaling his steady pace behind her.
The silence only broken by the occasional chirping of birds around them was unnerving, even more paired with the fact she was being shadowed by an armed individual who wasn't exactly keen on her and Calahan's presence at his brother's Compound.
Yet she refused to allow him the satisfaction of knowing he was making her uncomfortable, she had no doubt he would enjoy every second of it.
"I haven't seen you around before.", Jacob mumbled in an even tone as she advanced forward, watching her every step carefully as the path pretty much disappeared into an overgrown grass.
If it was anyone else, his attempt at small talk would have made her smile, she'd probably would have tried to ease the person's unease at it, instead she kept her answer as short as possible, the same way he had before, "You folks don't exactly have a habit of asking for our help."
A noise of agreement left him at the same time her boot caught on what she guessed was an exposed tree root, making her trip as she navigated the terrain soaked by the rain from the night prior.
The dreaded faceplant never came thanks to the hand that wrapped around her upper arm and steadied her, followed by a dark chuckle.
"Careful now, Sabrina."
The fact he knew her first name despite remarking how he'd never seen her before was a red flag on its own and confirmed he knew more than he let on, the choice of using it at that exact moment though, was what gave her pause.
She held his stare in defiance before shaking off his hold, "I can handle myself."
The bored expression swooped back in place as he lifted his shoulder, "Be my guest."
Sabrina covered the remaining distance to the property line in a rush, worrying about what would await her upon returning to the house, if Calahan would have managed to keep his cool as promised.
To her relief Jacob settled for keeping any further comments to himself, trekking a few feet away behind her until they reached the fence that was meant to keep intruders out.
Or members trying to flee, in…
A well-thought cut in the chainlink greeted them.
The sought after point of entry and escape.
"You're better at this than expected.", he remarked quietly, pulling at the fence as his face scrunched up into a frown.
Sabrina pursed her lips at the offhand compliment before snapping a couple of pictures, "Not sure if I should say thank you or feel insulted."
All she got as reply was an unreadable look before he let go of the mesh the thief had snipped at to gain entry on the cult's land.
"So perp goes through all this trouble, risks getting caught by your brother… for a belt, blazer and old bible?"
"Locals have been know to do far stranger things to Eden's Gate property."
"Still… are you certain nothing else is missing? Anything beside your patience, that is.", the last part she uttered out in a low voice, but judging by his reaction he heard it.
All she could describe him as was appearing insulted at the bold but very true observation, "I'm absolutely patient."
She raised an eyebrow and set off towards the way they came from, "Sure."
"Far more patient than your partner back there.", the 'partner' part he said as an insult, clearly thinking as highly of Calahan as the young Deputy did of him.
Just when she was convinced he would slip back into avoiding conversation, he spoke up again, hesitation lurking behind his words, "Do you think he was lying?"
It was quite obvious who he meant, still she settled for a simple, "Who?"
"Joseph."
"About which part?"
The idea anyone, let alone someone so close to the Father was questioning something he claimed had happened, was certainly an unexpected outcome.
By then Jacob had caught up, falling into step beside her, "Being asleep. Considering you were a detective…"
"You read my records or something, Mr. Seed?"
"Something like that."
Sabrina sneaked a fleeting glance in his direction, "You actually want my professional opinion or is this some tactic you picked up from John?"
"I want the truth."
A sigh broke free as her eyes came to rest on the house that was drawing closer and closer, "Well, do you think your brother would sleep through a person entering his home, no, worse, his bedroom… rummaging through the space in the dark for the items while leaving no traces behind?"
"It was a compliment.", he muttered when they reached the backyard and he pushed his way inside first, his stony demeanor returning at once.
Whatever doubts were plaguing him were none of her business, her sole focus as she followed in his wake was making sure Hartley was okay and staying true to his promise of peace.
"Cal."
Calahan had hardly moved from where she had left him and he gave her a puzzled look before asking, "We done here?"
"I need like 5 minutes.", her smile was forced when she entered the kitchen where only Mercedes was still seated, while Joseph and Jacob were nowhere to be found.
"He won't be pressing any charges…"
Sabrina shifted in place, "We haven't established any suspects yet, Ms. Sibley."
"I'm just saving you time, Deputy.", the blonde got up with that, smoothing down her dress, "John has decided to take it from here, figure out who's done it and make sure the incident doesn't repeat."
"You heard her, Gray.", Calahan added behind her, "We're off then, miss."
He sent Mercedes one of his signature winks before storming out of the house, and to her credit she appeared completely unfazed in comparison to the usual response he got from women, "I will see you out."
Sabrina nodded and set out after her, meeting up with Hartley who was waiting for her outside by the entrance.
With a final wave from the woman, the two were off on their way back to their cruiser, quickly becoming the center of attention once more.
A couple of feet down the dirt path she spotted another familiar face that stared at her anytime she would turn on her TV or drive through town.
The man that had decided to take over the 'investigation', believing he was more capable.
John was engaged in a hushed conversation with Jacob, pausing whatever he was saying to steal a look at her.
"I feel like we're animals in a zoo."
Calahan let out a chuckle, "Sadly no petting, though. Speaking off…"
To her horror, his voice rose as they passed the two Seed brothers, drawing in even more eyes to them.
"Anyone feelin' like sinnin' tonight?", he hollered cheerfully, "Halloween party at the Spread Eagle. Girls, I'd even buy you a drink. Dancing's on the menu, too, followed by other activities if you're lucky."
The dark expression that came over John's face was enough for her hands to wrap around his arm and squeeze his bicep in a warning as she whispered under her breath, "You promised to behave."
"I behaved plenty.", his smirk was full of pride, "Plus, look at Johnny, I'm pretty certain I saw a vein in his forehead pop, I need to get closer to see-"
She ushered him along, knowing things were bound to end well if he and John were to butt heads right then and there, "Follow the path, kid."
To the youngest Seed credit, he refrained from giving them a piece of his mind, and Sabrina wasn't sure if it was thanks to the crows and his brother watching his every move or because he was planning another appearance in front of the Sheriff's and making Whitehorse's day hell.
"Do you think I'd get lots of candy, Rin-Rin?", Savannah asked with an excited smile as she peeked over the back of the couch.
Sabrina sank in the empty space next to her, and her sister snuggled into her embrace, "Even if you don't.", her voice lowered like she was about to share a little secret, "I hid a stash for you someplace in the house."
Excitement shone in her green eyes, "My favorite candy?"
"Of course, pumpkin."
"You know, bats use echolocation to find their food?"
Sabrina released a chuckle, "Then it's even more fitting."
A knock sounded, making her rise up from her seat, curiosity swooping at who was stopping by when Ms. Darcy wasn't meant to be there for a good couple of hours.
She swung the door open, finding Calahan leaning against the doorframe with one of his usual grins, a black duffel bag hanging off his shoulder, a familiar pair of yellow tinted shades covering his eyes.
"Hey."
"Kid?, she gave him a confused look as he pushed his way inside, "I thought we were meeting at the bar?"
"Tiny!", he greeted Savannah, and before he could blink, a blur of red curls was rushing at him, and he scooped her sister up like she weighted nothing.
"Uncle Cal,", small hands came to rest on his shoulders, as her mood brightened even more at the surprise visit, "did you come to see my costume?"
"Of course, Sav. You're going to be the cutest bat."
He lowered her back onto the ground, turning to Sabrina with a determined expression, "Speaking of costumes, Gray…"
There was twinkle in his baby blues as he regarded her, and she couldn't help but wonder if he was just as excited for the holiday as Savannah.
"You're yet to tell me what you're even going as.", she raised an eyebrow in a question, having no idea what he would actually pick.
His lips twisted into a smirk, "A beloved character, if you will."
"Oh?"
"And I kind of need your help… seeing how you're the one with artistic skills, especially compared to little old me."
Sabrina nodded, "What are we talking?"
Calahan's response was to chuck the duffel bag at her, and she caught it swiftly before dropping it on the floor and unzipping it to see what he had brought along as materials.
Her hands lifted a pair of dark gray jeans that laid on top, covering the rest of the items inside, and she needed a moment to process what she was staring at.
A belt engraved with the Eden's Gate cross.
A black blazer.
A well-worn bible that looked like it was close to falling apart.
No, not a bible, rather than a Joseph's version of it.
A rosary was at the bottom, confirming her suspicions further.
"Calahan.", Sabrina muttered in disbelief as her gaze rose up to his, registering the sheepish expression he wore at the discovery.
"Yeah?"
"It was you."
"No comment."
"I-", she shook her head, "I have no idea what to say."
"Say you will help me by drawing a couple of tattoos for me?", he paired the words with puppy dog eyes for good measure.
"Jesus, Cal."
"You're in troubleeee.", Savannah giggled behind him, completely oblivious to the fact her beloved uncle had committed a crime, broke the law when he was supposed to enforce it.
"Pretty, please?", his voice dipped, "I went through so much s-", he stopped himself before a curse slipped out, "stuff to get them… I'd draw the tats myself, but well… angles aren't exactly friend, and I feel like this look deserves more, you know?"
"And Whitehorse?"
"You heard Mercy, there's no case for us to worry about. Joseph can, uh, fluff off."
Sabrina sighed, "I can't believe this."
He shimmied towards her to pick up the bag, "That a yes?"
"I-"
"Say yes. I knoooow, wrong brother.", he tried mimicking John's usual tone from his broadcasts, successfully making her laugh as her frown melted away.
"You're going to owe me one."
Calahan made a cross over his heart, "Goes without sayin'."
She took a deep breath before pointing at the hallway that led upstairs, "Bedroom then, I will be right up."
"Not something I expected to hear from you.", he wiggled his eyebrows before disappearing up the stairs.
"Sav, I will help uncle Cal with his costume for the party, I won't be long, okay?"
Her sister nodded excitedly, a rush coursing through her system like she had already gone through the candy reserve hidden for her, "I can't wait to see his."
Sabrina winced at the idea Calahan most likely planned on going shirtless that evening and showing off as much as he could, "Behave while I'm gone, okay? If you need anything, just holler."
"Okay.", Savannah's attention shifted back to the TV, and Sabrina rushed out of the living room and towards her bedroom.
Hartley had made himself at home in one of her armchairs, jumping to his feet as soon as she came into view.
"Ready?"
Sabrina rubbed her forehead as she rummaged through the drawer that held all body paints she had left from previous Halloweens, "Don't expect miracles."
"Want to see my sharpie rendition of Joe's tattoos? Then we can talk about failures.", he asked before lifting his shirt over his head, "I showered before coming over, by the way."
Sabrina gestured to the chair in front of her vanity as she selected what brushes she might need, "You're a lot, you know that?"
"Just try not to fall in love.", Hartley added jokingly as he shuffled over, muscles flexing as he sat down in his designated spot.
"That won't be an issue."
Her disbelief made him laugh out loud before he muttered, "It's a thing. Like for real."
"Then maybe Mary May would tonight?"
"Doubtful.", his tone became sober for a second, regret swooping in, then another grin erased his scowl, "I found you pictures."
Sabrina released a dramatic sigh of relief, "Good, because it ain't like I've seen Joseph naked, so you'd be getting generic tattoos without references. You're lucky you're not getting prison ones, consider you committed a crime last night."
"Pfft, he has extras of everything I took. The only reason he called us in was because he couldn't believe someone had the guts to enter his actual house."
She didn't bother to point out the bible looked treasured, somewhat irreplaceable based on its state. The fact Joseph might value the items wasn't going to change Hartley's mind and make him return what he stole, not even because of the risk he might get into trouble with Whitehorse, but simply for the idea he refused to bow down to any of the Seeds.
He pulled out his phone, presenting a couple of shots from sermons the Project no doubt used to promote themselves.
"You know, for a cult that hates technology and sinning, they sure are relying hard on both to lure people in…", Sabrina uttered out, beginning with a crudely done, faded reddish tattoo on his right clavicle, spelling 'Sloth'.
Calahan snorted, "Have you seen John? Fucker is the very definition of honey trap, then you have Faith… Hell, the little lady from this morning certainly was one too."
"Both brothers were acting strange around her."
"Jacob?", he huffed at the idea, "Ain't no way. John, I can picture being frustrated as fuck and losing his mind at the fact his brother banned sex."
"Whatever you say."
"All that talk of sin, like come on.", he argued, "Folks are talkin' about him and his life before the Project…"
"I suspect I don't wanna know."
His grin remained in place, fully fueled by the fact he was getting what he wanted while gossiping about the family that was a thorn in the County's side, "Oakley and I made a bet after hearin' some interesting things from Addie. $50 says he has a sex room at the ranch Joe knows nothing about."
"And how exactly would you confirm that?", Sabrina's next step was painting a black-and-white crown adorned by the cult's cross and to Calahan's credit, even with all the unleashed energy within him, he remained seated without fidgeting too much.
"No clue.", he began slowly, sounding like he was actually considering the idea, "I ain't takin' one for the team, that's for sure. No idea who would and how successful they'd be, either."
"That would be a sacrifice."
Hartley groaned at that, "He most definitely chants 'Yes' over and over as he comes. Guaranteed. Can you imagine it? I can't picture sentencing anyone to that torture."
"I'd rather not. Sit still,", she warned as she began working on another tattoo, "Can we change the subject?"
"What? Johnny fuckin' ain't your cup of tea? Because I have more thoughts on the matter."
"You're on thin ice, kid."
"Fine, fine.", he rolled his eyes, "He stopped by the station, you know… To his shit luck, Whitehorse had left already, almost caused him to have a meltdown before his actual scheduled meltdown."
"What about?"
A laugh rumbled his chest despite her previous warning, gaze filling with a prideful gleam, "Me inviting his precious members to party at Mary May's. How I was spreadin' my sinful ideas without any shame. Told him, I'd be spreading more than ideas tonight and flipped him off before I left."
"Jesus."
"He's probably complaining to him still. 'That sinner, how dare he! And why can't I have some, too, God?'", he went for another attempt at imitating John's way of speaking.
The next tattoo that spelled 'Lust' had quite the unfortunate placement, making Sabrina back away to examine her work up until that point.
"Abs are next. It might be too far, even for us."
He didn't appear bothered by the idea at all when he rose up to give her better access, "Yes, m'am. Paint me like your local cult leader, not one of your french girls."
"Hilarious.", she shook her head at his amusement, "When I woke up today, the last thing I imagined having to get close and personal with your lower regions."
"Oh, come on. There are worse views. Plus, I'm wearing pants, you ain't even getting the full Hartley tour."
"I guess that's true.", a real tattoo above his left hip drew her attention despite trying to remain focused on her task, and a giggle broke free as she made out what it said in a convoluted font, "Cal?"
"Gray?", he mimicked her intonation, eyes meeting hers.
"Does this spell what I think it does?"
"Oh, yeah."
It took a lot for her to keep her balance or her hand steady as another laugh made it past her lips, "But, but… why?"
He shrugged, "Because it's the truth. And fyi, this isn't what I usually get from girls, you're kinda bruising my ego."
"I mean, it does match Joseph's 'Lust', if nothing else."
"Fucking hypocrite.", he muttered out loud as Sabrina made a sign for him to spin around with her finger and sit down again as she moved onto his back.
"I did get a feeling he wasn't being truthful about his whereabouts when 'the thief' broke in."
"Entered, all that was missing was a 'Welcome, come on in, Cal' sign'.", he corrected her, "It was the middle of the night, and the house was empty, Gray. He was lying through his teeth to you, and to his brother."
"I figured as much."
"Speaking of…", another sin that in the reference image looked like it was inked on by a child adorned Calahan's skin, "How was trekking on your own with Jacob? Not many would dare go off with him."
"Not like I asked him to come.", she explained slowly, her mind drifting back to their interaction, his cryptic words, and strange behavior.
The fact she was avoiding answering the question wasn't lost on him, "Well? I'm waiting."
"Like pulling teeth, no idea why he even volunteered to tag along when the whole time he was rushing to get me out of his hair as soon as possible."
Calahan scratched at his stubble, "I can make a good guess, but you won't like my theory."
"I suspect as much."
"I will keep it to myself then."
"A first."
"You're welcome, it physically hurts me to hold in my jokes sometimes."
A couple of minutes later, most of the simple tattoos she could copy to bring Calahan's planned look together were done.
"Damn.", he exlaimed as he examined himself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom, twisting as much as he could so he could see his back as well, "I knew I shouldn't have attempted to do these myself."
Sabrina laughed, "That would have been a look."
"Thank you, Gray.", Hartley gave her a half-hug, staying mindful of smudging his temporary ink, "Now Whitehorse's inevitable lecture would be worth it, truly."
"I'm honestly surprised you didn't steal Joseph's underwear, commit to the bit all the way through."
A snort left him, "Please, I have my limits. Glasses are a little gift from Addie and exhibit A to him not telling the truth, because I so would have snatched his sunnies, too. The jeans are mine.", a shudder racked his body, "For all I know Joe likes going commando."
"Thanks for the visual."
Calahan feigned a bow, "I live to serve. Or to scar people, depending on the occasion."
"I need to help Sav get into her costume, I promised to take her trick-or-treating before the party."
"Ah, man, I'm tempted to tag along. Think people will give me candy?", he plopped down onto her bed with a dreamy sigh.
"Considering your persistence and charm, I'd guess yes. But…"
"But what?"
Sabrina pursed her lips, "It might be best to stay back, minimize how many people would see you before it's even showtime. Word's bound to get to John or Joseph himself."
"True.", he nodded, "Mind if I stick around, then we can leave together?"
"Of course. And if you're good, you might even get some candy from Sav's reserve. Relive your childhood to the fullest before getting the adult version of Halloween."
His eyes lit up at that, "You got yourself a deal."
"Just avoid making Ms. Darcy shoot you by mistake if she gets here while we're gone."
After taking Savannah out to show off her bat costume she had personally worked on in making what she called 'more realistic' and returning with enough candy that her back-up stash had become unnecessary and was gifted to Calahan, Sabrina bid her and Ms. Darcy goodbye for the evening.
The latter had joked how she wouldn't mind Eden's Gate if the younger Deputy was in charge.
"First thing, Darce asked me was if I had forgotten my shirt,", Hartley smoothed down the stolen blazer that no doubt would come off eventually and was the only thing he wore to cover his bare chest, "and how at least I had something on to not catch my death in the cold."
"She's too cute sometimes.", Sabrina retorted as she got into her Bronco and buckled in.
"Yeah, reminds me of my Nana, but…", he wiggled his eyebrows, dropping Joseph's bible and rosary in his lap before he leaned back into his seat and added, "then she told me how the ladies would sure appreciate the view."
Their laughter filled the truck as she pulled out of her driveway, an advertisement about the party at the Spread Eagle coming on the local radio station she usually had playing.
"Sinners welcome." closed the message, and Calahan gave Sabrina a wink when she snuck a quick look in his direction.
"Yes, it was my idea. A little fuck you to John."
"Mary May's paying you for those gems or?"
He chuckled, "I suggested she could also use me as a model, do some shots with my renditions of the Seed brothers."
"Oh my god."
"She shot the idea down, sadly. Maybe next Halloween.", he drummed his hands on the dashboard, "Good news is I'm getting free drinks tonight as a thank you for helping her decorate and set shit up."
"You plan on finally doing something about your crush tonight?"
"What crush?"
"Very funny."
"Speaking of getting laid… want me to be your wingman?"
Her nose wrinkled at the offer, "I'd pass on that."
"I'm like the best wingman you can have, just saying."
She pulled into one of the empty parking spots across the Spread Eagle, "I'm not sleeping with anyone tonight, Calahan."
Hartley jumped off the truck, bible in one hand, while the other had the rosary wrapped around his palm a couple of times.
He leaned against the door, thankfully lowering his voice so the other patrons that were pilling to go inside the bar wouldn't overhear him, "If you do change your mind, just say the word. I'm going to find you someone worthy. A stallion to ride."
She let out a groan as she rested her forehead against the steering wheel, "Please don't ever say that again."
His laughter followed her as she got out too and locked her doors, his arm swinging over her shoulders as the two walked towards the entrance of the Spread Eagle.
Loud music and chatter filled the space as the Deputies pushed their way inside. Mary May was practically swimming in drink orders to a point she didn't even notice Calahan sneaking behind the bar to envelop her in a bear hug.
The blonde's confusion quickly dissipated as she shook off his hold, still not taking a good look at his costume, "Rookie, keep that up and you will be stuck behind the bar the whole night. Helpin', not partying."
"You're no fun.", Calahan complained as he heaved himself over the counter instead of taking the long route, winning another curse from Mary May followed by her eyes widening when she finally noticed his attire.
He leaned against the bar counter as she slid a drink his way, "Do you like my costume, gorgeous?"
"Where the fuck did you even find…", she shook her head, but a smile played across her lips.
"I plead the fifth."
"Brin,", her attention shifted to Sabrina, slipping back into bartender mode, "What are you drinkin'?"
"I'm his DD tonight."
"So nothing new?"
She shrugged as Calahan downed his first glass for the night.
"I'm gonna make you something delicious."
"Thank you, M."
He shuffled closer, whispering in her ear over the music, "I will be right back, have to greet my Pyrobros. Do some rounds, recruit people for my newly founded cult."
Before she could even respond, he strutted over to Hurk, Sharky, and a couple of other locals that were standing around one of the tables at the far end of the bar.
"So, if Rookie's Joseph…", Mary May returned to her after serving a couple of newcomers, "I guess you're going for John? If you do need a Jacob-"
Sabrina's confused frown cut her off, "I'm not wearing a costume, I thought those were optional."
"No?"
Blue eyes ran over her blue button-up she had left mostly unbottoned after leaving her jacket in her car.
"Nope. Does it look like it?"
"I mean, paired with him,", Mary May's head cocked in Calahan's direction, "I'd say yes. No pun intended."
A drink was placed in front of her, and she took a sip, sweetness hitting her taste buds, "I love this one."
"Yeah?", pride shone in the blonde's gaze before it shifted to the far end of the counter to a figure sitting next to the wall, bathed in shadows, "Anyways, I was gonna suggest Lizzie over there being your Jacob."
It was rare anyone called Oakley Moore Lizzie, most folks weren't bold enough to engage in a conversation with the woman, let alone use a nickname she considered forbidden.
"Oaks.", Mary May called out to her, gesturing for her to come closer.
Seconds ticked by before Oakley switched seats, shoulders bumping with Sabrina's as her pale gaze settled on her. It's what she considered a proper greeting that was usually confused with her being hostile and granted, most of the time, she wasn't one for tolerating small talk.
"Brin."
"How's Betty?"
Warmth melted away the iciness in her eyes at the mention of her grandmother, "You know Nana, refuses to sit down. And is now forcing me to socialize after Cal mentioned the goddamned party. I was planning on going hunting."
Cheers and whistling drowned out her response as Calahan did a victory spin for the crowd gathered inside, spreading his hands in the air the same way Joseph did and exclaiming, "The Father? I prefer Daddy, my children. Sin tonight… make me proud!"
"He's something else.", Oakley commented with a smirk as she downed her whiskey, nodding past Sabrina, "Did he actually go through with 'borrowing JoeJoe's things'?"
"Unfortunately. We got a call about it this morning."
The news ripped a laugh out of Moore, another rarety, "Even his ratty bible?"
The stolen bible lay discarded next to Sabrina, and she moved it out of the way of whoever wanted to occupy the empty chair to her left, mindlessly flipping through it until something caught her eye.
A picture was nestled between the pages, its corners frayed like it had been touched many times.
"What the-", the question drew Mary May's attention, and she leaned over to peek at what she was holding.
"Ask for Mercy."
The woman they had met that morning stared back at her in the photograph, smiling, wearing another similar white dress.
"Well, fuck me.", Oakley uttered under her breath as she too huddled closer to examine the find, "JoeJoe has a dirty little secret?"
"Ah, man, you nailed the Joe-bro look, I swear.", Hurk raised his beer to Calahan for a toast just as a slender hand came to rest on his elbow.
"Hello.", a petite blonde dressed as a fairy he hadn't seen around before greeted him with a shy smile, eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks while she ogled his bare chest that was covered in temporary tattoos.
The ladies sure appreciate it. Thanks, Gray.
"Calahan.", he reached out his hand, giving her one of his signature grins, "And you are, beautiful?"
A giggle left her as her palm touched his, "Cheyenne, but friends call me Cherry."
"Cherries are my favorite.", he replied as he leaned in closer and straightened the dainty wings she had strapped around her shoulders, "You gonna dance with me, Cherry?"
"I'd love to."
A song faded into another with Cheyenne melting further into him, her flowery perfume invading his senses while he wished he was dancing with somebody else.
The same somebody that was currently not so secretly shooting daggers in his direction.
Mary May was certainly not appreciating the view as she poured a drink to Grace Armstrong and then moved onto another customer.
"You want a drink or something, baby?", Cherry's voice pulled him out of his staring, and he forced his attention back to her, offering her a carefree smile.
"I have everything I need right here."
Her hands traced his pecks before encircling his neck, her body moving to the rhythm as she pressed it closer to his on the small dancefloor.
His head dipped at the telltale signs while she rose on the tiptoes to meet him halfway, their lips locking and for a second, he could pretend he wasn't kissing a stranger he just met.
It was even easier when they were blondes, yet those nights stung even more afterward.
A coy smile took over Cheyenne when she leaned back, her lipstick smudged slightly, "Feelin' like going someplace more private?"
Before he had a chance to respond, the door to the Spread Eagle flew open with such force it banged into the wall. The noise cut through the music and murmurs of the crowd, followed by a booming voice.
Or what John considered booming voice that Calahan rather described as irritated child on the verge of a meltdown.
"CALAHAN HARTLEY."
The grin on his face didn't melt away at his name being called, instead, he pretended nothing had happened, forcing John to strain his vocal chords some more.
Even his own mother hadn't ever called his name that way, no matter how much trouble he had been in.
By the youngest Seed's tone, Calahan could guess he had somehow seen one of the many pictures and videos patrons had taken with him in Joseph's attire.
"I will be right back, beautiful.", he assured Cherry before sneaking out of her embrace and facing John with a wide smile, mimicking the pose his brother loved so much.
"JOHNNYYY!", he hollered back, his night getting even better when the man's face twisted in rage at the sight of him, "I knew you would be tempted to come."
Sabrina spun around in her chair as a loud bang cut through the usual chatter around them, horror gripping her as John Seed marched through the entrance of the bar like he owned the place.
His voice, or rather the way he screamed Calahan's name, promised trouble, especially since he had always been mostly calm during what others categorized as 'meltdowns'.
"That damned bastard, having the guts to show up here.", Mary May, slammed a glass on the counter with way too much force, the liquid inside spilling over the edges as she regarded the man that viewed her business as something that needed to be shut down.
Oakley had sneaked out minutes prior, saying how she needed a smoke if she was to sit through the night and since then hadn't returned.
"JOHNNYYY! I knew you would be tempted to come.", Hartley yelled back, full of glee.
Before she could think twice, Sabrina was out of her chair, cutting through the crowd that had grown silent as bargoers, including Joey and Pratt, watched the scene unfolding that was bound to end in disaster.
"Brin. Fuck.", Mary May called after her, but she pushed forward while Calahan himself advanced in John's direction, raising a hand adorned by his brother's rosary in the air.
"I'd buy you a drink, Johnny, but don't think you're my type."
"How dare you…you-", John barely managed to get any words out when he took in the Deputy's outfit, "Is my brother A JOKE to you?!"
"Why, YES. YES. YES.", Hartley screamed back, "You love that word dontcha, Johnny? He is a JOKE. And let's face it, I'm wearing the look BETTER."
Sabrina made it into the space that people had cleared out in anticipation of a fight breaking out, gliding between the two swiftly, knowing well enough that either men were close to unraveling and doing something drastic.
"Kid.", she warned, feet planted firmly while feeling John's approach behind her, "Don't."
Her gut told her she had a bigger chance at reasoning with him since Whitehorse was the one who always dealt with Eden's Gate's ruthless lawyer.
"Move, Gray.", his blue eyes were clear, signaling he wasn't nowhere near his boiling point as his fingers wrapped around her upper arm, ready to move her aside in sign of danger.
Like hell I will move.
"You came on OUR LAND. BROKE-"
"FUCKING LEAVE MY BAR.", Mary May cut in, drawing everyone's eyes to herself, to the shotgun gripped in her hands, "RIGHT FUCKING NOW."
"You…sinner.", John's rage switched target for a breath, "You've learned nothing, have you, Mary May?"
"OUT.", her blue eyes narrowed, "Before I create more holes into your body since you seem to love those."
"Look at you. All of you.", Calahan let out a dark laugh as John continued his speech, "Spreading the sin. Turning your backs on Eden. When the Collapse is on our doorstep."
A cacophony of curses echoed back from the crowd, furious stares zeroing behind Sabrina, and all she could imagine was the confrontation turning into a real bloodbath and how Whitehorse would chastise all of them for failing to stop it.
With her thoughts getting darker by the second, she spun around, a pair of angry blue eyes settling on hers, "Mr. Seed."
Something flew past her head, crashing into the wall and making her duck down on instinct.
A bottle smashed into pieces, aimed at John.
"How DARE-", he yelled again, but only managed to get two words out before she was cupping a hand over his mouth and pushing him out of the bar, door slamming shut behind her as the chilly air hit her at once.
"Please, just leave.", she removed her palm off his face and placed herself between him and the entrance, the exterior lights of the bar dancing across his skin.
"You-", John stopped himself, a shaky breath leaving him as he regarded her, "Do you even know what he did?"
"Is it worth getting hurt over? That bottle was just the beginning."
He advanced forward again, expecting her to budge, allow him entry.
She did none of that, unwavering while he drew near enough she could smell him - an expensive cologne drifting off him, stark contrast to most of the Project's members odors.
"Go home, Mr. Seed."
John shook his head, set on taking things too far, "He broke into my brother's home, took his belongings, and is wearing his clothes as a costume. They're all drunk and mocking him, and all he stands for on social media."
"And you're sober and can be the bigger man by walking away."
His eyes ran over her face, silence taking over as the party inside the bar continued like nothing had even happened.
"Are you wearing me as a costume, too?"
"It's just a shirt, costumes are optional."
"Good, because I'm not a-"
"Go home.", she tried again, gentler that time around, nodding towards the truck he hadn't even bothered to park, instead stopping it in the middle of the road in his angry spell.
"I'm not leaving without Joseph's bible."
Sabrina nodded, "I will be right back, don't do anything, okay?"
She didn't wait for him to respond, rushing back into the bar where the celebration was back in full swing with Hartley grinding against a blonde in a fairy costume. Laughter carried around her as she reached the bar and grabbed the bible, ignoring Mary May's string of questions with her mind set on solving the issue, ensuring the night didn't end in disaster.
"Here.", she announced the second she was back outside, exchanging the worn copy of Joseph's Word to John.
"I won't let him get away with this. Hartley should be upholding the law.", he gritted out and spun around, striding off back to his vehicle as she finally released the breath she had been holding.
Whatever relief she experienced began dissipating when seconds ticked by and he didn't drive off, instead rounding his truck in the dark, a faint light bouncing around as he examined something.
"Somebody slashed my tires, Deputy. All four.", his voice carried over the quiet night.
"What?"
In a couple of steps, she was standing by his truck, his phone illuminating a jaded cut in the front tire.
He huffed, "Leave, you say? Leave? They won't let me."
"I'm-"
"Sorry? Are you really, Deputy?"
"You can call someone to pick you up…", she wrapped her arms around herself, the cold finally getting through her thin shirt.
John shoved his phone back into his jeans pocket, "Absolutely not."
"I don't know what to say, Mr. Seed."
Reality was she had allowed herself a night to go out and have fun, and now she was stuck placating a hostile individual who in ways had every reason to feel bereaved.
His gaze casted behind her, aimed at the bar, making her worry he was contemplating having another go at Calahan and hunting down whoever had deflated his tires.
"I can drive you home.", the words came out in a rush, her willingness to help getting her in trouble not for the first time.
All she got was silence, his expression hard to read in the dark, so she pointed behind him, "My truck is over there."
"That's how every horror movie starts.", he muttered back.
"I thought your c-", she shook her head to dismiss what he would have no doubt taken as an insult, "Never mind."
"What?"
"Nothing, Mr. Seed. Would you like me to drive you home?"
She took his nod as an 'Yes' and quickly moved past his truck, headed for her own as she sneaked a glance over her shoulder to assure he was following.
Sabrina was the first to climb in, reaching over to unlock the passenger side door for him, but John stood frozen next it, a look of suspicion washing over his features.
"This feels like a trap."
She gritted her teeth before forcing a smile his way, "You're welcome to walk home then, Mr. Seed. Some fresh air won't hurt ya.", then leaned back into her seat as she waited for him to make his choice.
At the end, his pride won, and he got in reluctantly, clutching his brother's bible between his fingers as he slammed the door shut.
"I carry a knife on me.", he warned as she started the Bronco, pulling out of the parking spot just as a person emerged from the shadows from the side of the Spread Eagle, the twinkling lights picking up their light blonde hair.
Oakley.
With her hatred of John, chances were she was the one that had struck while he was too busy inside the bar.
"I do, too.", Sabrina retorted while he reached out and changed the radio station to the one Eden's Gate owned and used for propaganda.
Most of the drive to his house passed in silence, only disturbed by the way-too-cheerful choral songs.
Every once in a while, she'd spare a quick look in his direction, catching him staring at her, too, while the tension in the small space only grew.
The next time she did it, she found him flipping through the bible like she had done, his hands freezing when he got to the picture.
She drummed her fingers against the steering wheel as he plucked the photograph and examined it.
There was no shocked exclamation, no cursing in surprise like Oakley had done.
John remained stoic while he stared at the picture his brother clearly valued enough to use as a bookmark in what looked like a well-read paperback.
The picture was of a woman.
A member of his cult.
The one that was worried about his wellbeing and had enough influence over him to convince Joseph to call the police.
There was a reason why both Mary May and Oakley eyed the hidden photograph with interest, why they spent a while speculating over the story surrounding Mercy.
Sabrina rolled to a stop in the driveway of the ranch, fully expecting John to jump out of her truck as soon as it wasn't moving with how extremely quiet he'd been.
Instead, he remained seated, staring at his brother's bible, his features twisted into a frown.
"Have yourself a good night.", she muttered, hoping it would be enough to pull him out of whatever stupor had taken over him and get him out of her vehicle.
"Joseph keeps that bible on his bedside table.", he whispered, thumb brushing over the worn-out cover, "And he had the picture-"
His words died down abruptly as if he suddenly remembered himself, then returned to looking out through the windshield into the darkness outside of the car, only disrupted by the Bronco's headlights.
"It's none of my-"
"Did you feel it, too?", John interrupted her, blue eyes moving to hers, "Even now."
A part of her warned her to mind her business, but curiosity won over it, "Felt what?"
"That pull. The electricity."
She said nothing, knowing her opinion were to either lie or admit he was somewhat right, which no doubt would be an ego boost to him.
Truth was, something obscure, palpable hung between them, charging the air, growing stronger the closer he'd been.
It doesn't matter.
"Goodnight.", Sabrina repeated again and leaned over to open the door for him and make her stance crystal clear.
The move was a mistake on its own because she hesitated, hand coming to rest on the door handle as his scent invaded her senses once more.
"You want me to go?", he asked, watching her closely.
"Yes."
Yet her fingers refused to obey, to swing the door open, prompt him to leave. Tattooed hand wrapped around hers to lift it between them, the interior light of her truck illuminating the top of his palm.
The black ink that covered it.
She was convinced she had stopped breathing when she pulled his arm closer, making sure she wasn't imagining things.
That the tattoo her fingers were tracing was the same.
That it was real, what she'd seen again and again.
"Sabrina?", confusion swooped into his tone, mirroring hers.
"I feel it.", her confession was barely audible, but clearly enough for him to make a choice, "It changes nothing."
His eyes darkened, darting to her lips before he cupped her cheek with his free hand, "No matter. I'm still going to kiss you."
No part of what he had said was a question, but she nodded anyway despite her better judgment as he leaned in, mouth covering hers.
His lips moved over her own slowly, a tingle climbing up her spine at the contact while her rational side screamed for her to push him away, no matter who he might be in her visions.
It's him.
Her hand braced against his chest, moving up on its own before grasping the nape of his neck and pulling him closer.
It was then that she returned the kiss fully, lips parting as his own tongue darted out, a groan leaving him at the granted access.
His taste took over her system while he set out on exploring her mouth, fingers intertwining with hers.
A muffled tud broke the spell between them, making John pull back, staring at her intently with hunger written all over his face.
"I should go. Be good."
She nodded, but his hold of her hand only tightened, signaling he was torn, not exactly feeling the words.
"Thing is… I don't want to.", he confirmed, licking his lips and making her wonder if he was tasting her.
"I don't, either."
His gaze shifted to his feet, where Joseph's book had tumbled down onto the floor of her car before returning back to hers.
"This is probably going to come back to bite me.", he uttered out, "Most definitely actually, Deputy. But… I'm asking you to come inside. See where this takes us."
Her eyebrow rose up at his bold invitation, "I must have misheard you."
"You didn't."
Sabrina forced a laugh, "Don't you people have a rule about this?"
"We do, quite frankly.", he nodded quickly, "I'm doing this despite it."
"What would your brother think?", she pushed further, expecting him to fold, remember himself, and the doctrine forced upon each member. One, he clearly didn't respect enough.
"What would Whitehorse think about Deputy Hartley committing a crime on private property last night?"
It was the lawyer in him, the negotiator set on getting what he wanted, peeking through.
Her gaze narrowed, "What are you implying?"
"We're both facing a dilemma, Deputy, toeing a line, you're keeping Hartley's secrets, covering for him. But there's a simple question - what do you want?"
To head home and not get involved in a messy situation, especially after how you acted at the bar.
"For you to kiss me again.", a satisfied smirk came over him at her answer, and he let go of her hand, only so he could open his door.
"Come then.", he called out as he jumped down onto the gravel, gesturing for her to follow suit.
His door slammed shut as she turned off the Bronco's engine and exited, rounding the truck where he met her halfway and took hold of her arm again.
"One rule.", she muttered at his back as he pulled her along towards the ranch's main entrance, the overhead light coming on to life at their approach.
"What?"
"You won't make a fuss about Calahan's indiscretion."
He sighed like it physically pained him to let Hartley off the hook, "Fine. But this would be the first and last time."
A small victorious smile danced across her lips as his hand wrapped around the doorknob and pushed his front door open, causing her to blink in shock, "You don't lock your doors, either? Of course, it runs in the family."
Darkness ruled over the house aside from a dim light spilling out from the room ahead of them.
"I wasn't exactly in the best mindset when I left.", John explained, leading her forward past a dining table and a lit stone fireplace that was providing the aforementioned illumination and separated the large open space in two.
He spun around when he reached the other side of it, hand landing on her waist to drag her into him, "We're doing this?"
Her nod was all he needed to fulfill her previous wish, lips descending over hers as he took a couple of steps backward until he was lined with the couch that faced the fireplace and he lowered his body onto the leather surface, bringing her down with him.
She straddled his lap on instinct, sinking further into the kiss while his fingers traveled beneath her shirt, coming to rest just at the edge of her bra.
Like he had done before, he broke their liplock, leaning back to regard her as his hand made it past the lace garment, cupping her breast.
"Look at you,", she said before lowering her mouth to his and whispering, "sinning."
He pinched her nipple in warning, "Haven't even begun."
A surprised yelp left her when John shifted until he was lying on top of her, undoing her jeans as he held her gaze and dragged them down her legs enough to have better access.
"You want to stop, you tell me.", he instructed before he stole another kiss, hand moving from her waist down her abdomen and beneath her underwear.
One finger pushed inside her, swiveling into her wetness, more pooling at his touch and the satisfied growl that broke free from him.
"More.", Sabrina ordered, buckling against his palm to get more friction to her clit before he complied, adding another digit to the mix as he began pumping in and out of her heat.
"You're dripping for me."
"Yes.", the word made it past her lips before she could think better of it, a grin appearing on his face as he repeated the movement again.
Slowly that time, tantalizing her, hinting at his plan.
"John.", she groaned in annoyance, "Don't you dare go there."
He shook his head, "Say it again."
"No."
"Again and you're getting another finger."
"He was right. You are weird during sex."
"Who?", his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion as his hand halted inside her.
She rolled her eyes, "Calahan."
"Why am I not surprised the pest was talking about me."
He resumed the previous infuriating pace, prolonging giving her what she wanted.
"Say it, Deputy.", John repeated, and when she shook her head in defiance, he added, "I'd sweeten the deal."
"How?", she moaned out when his thumb brushed against her clit, adding pressure before retreating.
"Another finger.", he dropped a kiss across her lips, "My mouth. And then…"
She hated how his talking alone had an effect on her, turning her on.
"Then what?"
He took his time considering the question before whispering, "You get to ride me."
"And if I don't?"
"Mmm..", his mouth lowered to her neck, sucking on the tender skin as his fingers kept the same slow pace, while her arousal grew, dripping down his hand, "I take my time. Wear you down. And, be assured, I'd enjoy every minute of it, Sabrina."
"Once."
"Hm?"
"I'd only say it once, don't be pulling any dirty tricks on me, Seed."
"Deal.", he muttered and halted his teasing altogether, waiting for her to follow through with her part of the agreement.
A shuddered breath left her when his thumb circled her clit again as encouragement, "Yes."
"Such a freeing word.", John rose up, clutching her panties and pulling them down past her knees.
His lips lowered to her belly, kissing a path over it while his hands spread her thighs apart, positioning her the way he wanted her.
"No games."
He tsk-tsked, "Where would be the fun then?"
Her protests were cut short when his mouth found her center, tongue licking away at her arousal and drawing more out of it as result.
"You taste so sweet. To think I almost walked away.", he remarked, peeking at her from between her legs, before diving back in for more.
Her noises urged him on as she climbed towards a powerful climax, three fingers entering her like he had promised, lips wrapping around her clit and adding much needed pressure.
She rocked against his hand, sinking further into the pleasure, almost forgetting who was delivering it to her, how they had ended up there in the first place.
His name ripped off her lips as she came, his thrusts picking up and only heightening the sensation.
"That's it. Give in. Let it all pour out for me.", she ignored how close he sounded to his preachings in the cursed broadcasts, "There's more where that came from."
He moved up her body, little tremors still coursing through her limbs as he kissed her, giving her a taste of herself.
"Can you handle more?", he challenged, rising up on his heels while his hands worked on undoing his belt and jeans to leave him down to his underwear, his erection's outline pressing against the material, begging for release.
"You tryin' to trick me?"
He smirked, "Nothing of sorts."
"You haven't delivered on everything yet.", Sabrina reminded him as she got up too, fingers grasping the waistband of his boxers, and pulling them down.
"Protection.", he mumbled to himself, "I don't-"
"What… you don't do this a lot?"
His look of disbelief made her chuckle, "Absolutely not."
"I'm on the pill."
Her hand wrapped around him, stroking his cock a couple of times as he contemplated the idea.
"Yes.", he answered finally, sitting back down onto the couch, still mostly clothed aside from his nether regions.
Sabrina stripped off her boots, pants, and underwear completely to ensure nothing would obstruct her mobility, his eyes following her the whole time, tongue darting out to lick his lips.
With her clothes out of the way, she threw her leg over his hip, straddling him as her hand lined his tip with her entrance.
She sank down onto him slowly, relishing every inch, judging by his measured breathing and how his features twisted in concentration, he was doing the same.
Trying to maintain his control.
"So tight.", he gritted out, "You gonna move for me, Deputy?"
She rocked against him slowly, her sleakness making her glide up and down his shaft with ease, the sounds of pleasure filling the darkened room paired with the crackling of the fire.
"You're killing me here.", he whined against her lips, fingers gripping her hips to dictate the pace.
"Riding you. It's what you said."
"Yes."
"So, let me do that. Have patience."
"Deputy…"
She grasped his hands, moving them to her chest, "If you want something to hold, the girls are feeling a bit ignored."
"We can't have that.", John caught up quick, unbuttoning her shirt while she resumed riding him.
Her bra came undone next as he made work of the front clasp in a blink, baring her completely to him.
"I will rectify the situation.", he vowed in a serious tone, his mouth swooping down to her chest, paying attention to each breast individually.
His compliance caused her to move faster, arousal coating his length as she squeezed her muscles around him in attempts to coax his orgasm out.
"You feel so good for a Seed. Who could have known…", she teased and let out a yelp when his teeth grazed her nipple at the jab.
It wasn't long before she stumbled over the edge, her walls clenching around him and drawing his own climax, making him let go with a groan. Her name fell from his lips as he spilled inside her.
"Oh, John.", she muttered quietly against his neck, euphoria overwhelming her system.
"Bold and brave?", he chuckled, "It seems somebody's been listening to our radio station."
A hand swatted at his chest, "You're totally ruining the moment."
He hummed in disapproval, arms encircling her body as she snuggled into him more, "Sleepy?"
"A little bit."
"My bed awaits."
"You're asking me to actually stay over?"
A series of kisses covered her collarbone, tracing her butterflies tattoo, "I'm far from done with you."
She broke out of his embrace, an emptiness settling between her legs as she rose up, convincing herself she couldn't allow him to take things even further than he already had.
"Deputy.", he called out, still seated on the couch, watching her while she gathered her clothes from the ground and huffed at his release running down her thigh and making it impossible to get dressed without creating a mess.
His gaze met hers, shadows and light dancing across his features and partly obsecuring his expression, "What?"
"You're not going to need them.", she opened her mouth to speak, but he waved her off, getting up too and snatching her clothes from her to drop them on the couch, "We're going to my bedroom."
"John.", his name was paired with a sigh at his tone that left no room for arguments.
He made quick work of taking off his own boots, jeans, and boxers, pulling her in by her waist as his lips hovered over hers, "Go. Run. And you can keep thinking back to this moment, wishing you made a different choice, or you could be honest about what you want… How much you want it."
His hand grasped her backside, and she could feel him hardening between them again while he kissed her, coming for breath only to add, "I'd like to fuck you on an actual bed instead of having my sweaty skin sticking onto old leather… might as well be comfortable seeing how I broke so many rules already."
The idea he actually cursed out loud made her snort, "Fuck me?"
"That's the plan. Just say 'Yes'. Are you staying?"
Of course you're fishing for your favorite word again.
Silence settled around them, heavy with possibility, with the realization he was infuriatingly correct she'd regret it.
He brushed her hair out of her face, "Your eyes are so expressive, you know that? I could basically see the battle within. Which option is winning?"
Her hands traveled up his chest, locking around his neck, "Yes. Happy?"
What she got as reply was a triumphant grin before he hoisted her up, legs wrapping around his waist as he rounded the couch, moving with determination with her in his arms.
"Someone's in a rush. How long has it been?", she joked while he took the stairs two at a time, getting to the second floor of the ranch in couple of beats.
"Way too long, Deputy."
Darkness engulfed them as he headed down a hallway, pushing a door open with his free hand that wasn't holding onto her.
It was where he finally dropped her to her feet, the coldness of the hardwood floors meeting as it shut with a click behind them.
John was on the move again, his footsteps being her only indicator in the pitch black, then a table lamp next to his bed came to life, illuminating the space and his nearing form with faint glow.
Her eyes took in her surrounding, bouncing from his bed, sheer curtains and wooden interiors of the room, to the ordinary furniture and two doors leading who knew where before they settled on his chest as he discarded his shirt and reached out for her again.
A combination of scars and tattoos marred his skin.
A small old key hanging around his neck.
"Not what you expected?", he asked when his hand found her cheek, caressing her skin gently.
Your bedroom or the fact you're someone I've been seeing for years?
"I don't know what I expected."
He nodded and moved onto her own shirt, pushing it down her arms until it pooled at her feet, her lace bra following in its wake.
"Definitely weren't dressed as me, eh, Deputy?"
She gave him a pointed look, "I told you-"
"You'd look good in my shirt. I wouldn't mind you stealing that."
Her laugh was a surprised one, "Careful what you wish for… I might be planning my costume for next year already."
"Beautiful.", he whispered as his eyes ran over her naked body, thumb breezing over her bottom lip and slipping into her mouth, eyes darkening when she sucked on it, "Patience. Remind me of that, in case I forget."
Sabrina nodded, releasing his digit with a pop, and he pushed her backward, mouth clashing into hers when her legs met the edge of his bed.
The soft matress engulfed her body as he settled over her, hand coming to rest beside her head to keep his weight off her while the other traveled down her stomach and slipped inside her for a brief moment before retreating.
Her palms braced against his chest, running over the hard planes as her thighs fell open more, urging him to act.
Anticipation swam within her when his fingers grasped his lenght, his tip brushing across her wetness a couple of times before finally pushing in slowly despite how wet she was and the desire she could see in his eyes.
A stray piece of hair had fallen over his forehead, and she smoothed them away, muttering, "Fill me up already."
"I'm trying to be patient here. Not embarrass myself.", his expression was focused, like he refused to fully give in, act on his urges, let his composure slip.
"Fuck patient. Better yet, fuck me as promised."
He blinked, considering her words before thrusting all the way in and ripping a moan out of her as her walls enveloped him, and more followed when he began to move.
"I'm starting to think going after the Deputy tonight wasn't the worst idea I've had to date.", he groaned against her mouth while at the same time he threw her leg over his shoulder, sinking in deeper into her at the new angle.
"He sure would die laughing if he knew how the night unfolded after I broke you two apart."
"He'd be obnoxious about, wouldn't he?", he chimed in, "Probably claim it was what he had planned all along to get me back for the previous time."
She couldn't help but smile at his annoyance, "Possibly."
"Most definitely.", John insisted, pairing his next words with a hard thrust, "I couldn't stop thinking about you today."
"Yeah?"
She did her hardest to match his movements as a climax began to build within her, and her legs parted to take more of him.
"Yes.", he gritted out, a giggle escaping her at the memory of Calahan's theory about his habits in bed, "Something amusing, Sabrina?"
"No."
There was doubt in his gaze, but he let her answer slip, emphasizing each word with a rock of his hips, "First time I saw you up close… I imagined it so many times."
Her eyes widened at the bold confession and idea he had been thinking of her to begin with, "For how long?"
"Since you moved here, but I had to be good, telling myself I wasn't missing anything."
In ways Hartley had been right about the signs and his theories about John's frustration.
Regret slipped over his features, prompting her to cup his bearded cheek, "I'm here now."
"That you are, and I plan on making up for that lost time.", he said with conviction, slowing his pace as his hand slipped between them to rub her clit.
With a couple of flicks across it paired with his thrusts, the release she could feel twisting and twirling inside her came to a crescendo.
His name rolled off her tongue, causing him to smirk while he continued to move, head dipping down to whisper in her ear and sending a shiver all over her body while her hands fisted the satin sheets beneath her, "Think you can come again before I do?"
Minutes later she found herself completely spent, laying snuggled in the crook of his arm while her fingers traced a lazy pattern across his chest.
"Three times.", he noted with pride, hand running down her back under the soft covers, "I'm thinking we can break that record next time."
Next time?
Sabrina ignored the off-hand comment, assuming he hadn't meant anything by it, that he was just still basking in his own climax after demonstrating how dead set he was on holding off until he couldn't physically anymore.
"Should I expect you to show up at the Sheriff's tomorrow?"
"Today.", he corrected her, "And no, Deputy. I promised, didn't I? Hartley is off the hook until whatever he does next comes back to bite him."
Her grin was concealed against his neck and she placed a kiss on his skin, "Thank you."
"Does that mean you're due to work in few hours?"
"Mhm.", she hummed absently, "Why?"
"I might pay you a visit instead.", his caress was slowly lulling her to sleep, especially with how relaxed she felt as she laid in the embrace of someone considered enemy of the County.
When she said nothing, he took her silence as agreeance to his idea, adding, "We could see that the theft case gets closed."
Her fingers froze against his chest as it was toying with the metal key nestled between his pecks, eyes lifting up to meet his baby blues, "I never opened one, you wanted to handle things yourself, remember? Play detective."
"I will think of something else.", he said nonchalantly, "Like my truck's slashed tires… All four of them, a serious enough offense."
"John."
"Yes?"
"This…", she paused, wondering what she had gotten herself into, "it can't happen again."
It was then that she got her first confirmation he had been serious upon mentioning 'a next time', coming in the form of a determined look he gave her before uttering out, "We shall see about that, Deputy."
The same one he wore each time he argued with Whitehorse, refusing to back down no matter how much the Sheriff tried to placate him.
If how impossible to shake off he had proven to be when it came to Calahan, she didn't dare think what it would take for him to give up after their night together.
A part of her didn't know if she wanted him to, no matter how disastrous the consequences promised to be.
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#Calahan has so many gems in this one 🤣🤣🤣#but somehow “Paint me like your local cult leader; not one of your french girls.” is my favorite ☠️☠️#him roasting John and Joseph and just riling him up is peak; the tattoo session is just such a dynamic to have with your bestie#then we have all the pinning after Mary May; Oakley's cameo; Mer and Jacob being their usual selves#Jacob being a lil weirdo with Sabrina (what could have been if John wasn't on her mind 24/7)#Mary May pulling out a shotgun at John for walking into her bar and making a scene ☠️☠️👏👏 go girly#Savannah is adorable; give her all the candyyy; Cal being excited for Halloween and wanting sweets too 🥺#John suspecting he's gonna get horror movied if he gets in Sabrina's car and then being like fuck it sinnin time Joe is sinnin too#“Oh John” making a cameo and her being like stoop you're ruining the moment 🫠#i never expected to be so stoked with this drabble but mannn cal brings such unhinged dialogue to the table#oc: calahan hartley#oc: sabrina donovan#wip: in hope of tomorrow#fc5 ocs#far cry 5 oc#fc5 deputy#john x sabrina#ship: the diviner and the baptist#joseph seed#john seed#john seed x female deputy#myedits#mygifs#oc: oakley moore#mary may fairgrave#oc: savannah donovan#halloween#halloween edit#fc5 meme#wip wednesday
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so I can't find it, but when the proxies were helping clocks, you mentioned that Tim doesn't like it when she screams or cries. Something about it bothering him. I wish I could recall.
OK SO i also cant find the post (cuz of tumblrs tagging system) buuut i'm gonna use this to ramble about clocky meeting the proxies again, since i sorta adjusted it...
in my au, O/S syndrome refers to slender sickness. it usually starts with the operator taking COMPLETE control over someone's body and mind, and then slenderman 'stealing' them and making them do his bidding (clean up operator problems) which results in them having a 'proxy mode' vs their 'normal' mode
so clockys backstory goes as usual, then towards the end she starts slowly getting O/S syndrome. i sort of want her introduction to toby/the proxies to be ALMOST a reflection of how toby and clocky canonically met. (her getting hurt cuz of him, him helping her as an apology)
so around the time natalie replaced her eye with a clock, O/S syndrome fully set in. while sick, she couldn't form memories, she had inhuman strength, an insatiable bloodlust - just became a general menace, and because bodies started dropping all around tuscaloosa with operator symbols slashed into walls, the proxies had to intervene.
it started with toby stalking her while she's stalking her next victim. her and toby get into a huge tussle and she locks onto him as her next victim. he chooses to play cat and mouse and run off to the forest, having her follow. i'm imagining an almost comical scene where she's slashing around branches and stuff with a machete and he's like 'ahhh cant catch meeeee' and she's screaming obscenities. . .
then by time he ends up at the cabin, tim or brian probably knock her out since she's, yknow, a huge threat. a bat to the back of her head.
and she would wake up in their spare 'storage' room thats filled to the brim with boxes, old bikes, massive stacks of newspapers, cds, etc. she'd probably have her wrists zip tied to an exposed pipe and she'd be losing her fucking mind. screaming at the top of her lungs, thrashing around, whatever. "LET ME GO YOU FUCKING FREAKS LET ME GO ILL KILL YOU ILL FUCKING KILL YOU"
the way to slowly heal O/S syndrome is being around slenderman(aka in his forest) for a long time, until the Operator loses grasp. the way to quickly deal with O/S syndrome is to um.. no nice way to put this. slendermans jaw unhinges and he oozes this gross fucking black tar-like goo, and drinking it (or putting it into pill capsules and taking those) makes the operator let go. it doesnt really have a taste, thank god, but it is thicker than water.
so it would be a whole ordeal of toby coming in like heeeeyyyy... lol... and he would think shes REALLY BADASS because he's never met a woman like her (so strong, loud mouthed, violent, etc). plus he's kinda lonely in general so LMFAOOOO . so he wants to befriend her, and is kinda ignoring the fat that she's mad as hell.
but she's in so much agony. from the O/S syndrome to getting hit with a bat, she's screaming and crying and never shutting up. throwing up, trying to literally bite and kick the proxies if they even bring in water. so toby would be 'designated' to her because "well youre the dumb fuck who brought her here, you deal with it"
he'd probably have to trick her into taking one of the pills or putting the sludge into an opaque water bottle or something. after the first bit is ingested, she quickly gains more clarity. he'd try getting a cot or air mattress set up for her. bring a book and drawing supplies. he wants her to trust him. within a day or two, she'd already start feeling immensely better and the operator is letting go - and toby would stupidly trust her, and completely undo the zipties, and she'd run the fuck off, and he'd be like FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK. and not even a week later, she'd come back. because she's horribly sick again. and she'd beg for the stupid pills.
and she'd start to trust toby, and eventually kate. . and a little bit brian. but she would still not fuck with tim cuz it is true, he would hate all the screaming, and would occasionally bang on the door and shout at her to quiet down.
but yeah . . thats how she gets situated with the proxies and her O/S syndrome is healed. :3
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Finally collecting these in a post—Atomic Robo robotswap ideas. This was more of a character design challenge than a real AU, but the concept kind of got away from me.
Rambling design notes + a couple panel redraws + some ideas I had for Helsingard and ALAN 1.0 under the cut:
This idea spiraled out of an old sketch by Wegner of real-boy Robo as a genetics experiment. I'm interpreting that as basically Wolverine minus the animal motifs (and generally much more well-adjusted).
I tried to mimic more elements of his bot design; for example the hair silhouette and the thick blue-tinted glasses, swapped for goggles as his lifestyle got more active. I guess sensitive eyes are a side effect of his mutations. (The classic superhero forehead curl on babyrobo has no design justification, I just couldn't resist.) His appearance would make the public of the '20s a little uncomfortable with seeing him as Tesla's son. Which feels very thematically appropriate.
I'm still calling him "Robo" because it feels weird not to, though it would be a nickname. Appropriate for a guy who never sleeps; plausibly derived from Robert/Ratko. (The American name would be how he's introduced to the public; the Serbian one used casually by Tesla.*) Honestly, it seems in-character for him to put down Robo as his actual legal name when he finally got that chance.
*Things I found out after picking these names for their superficial resemblance to "Robo": Robert means "famous, shining" and Ratomir means "defender of peace"; literally "war for peace". Definitely an affectionately ironic moniker for a son so determined to be an action hero. Though dear monolingual Robo probably wouldn't catch on until decades after Tesla's death... Well, now I've gone and made myself sad.
The action scientists are mostly an excuse to still draw robots. Let's say they're Robo's big midlife crisis project after realizing he was going to outlive his entire first team and not think about it too hard.
Vik (inspired by Robby the Robot) is the oldest of the models. He's optimized for processing power, which is how you get a robot that will try to suggest purely hypothetical (but mathematically sound!) solutions to urgent real-world problems. And enjoys TTRPGs of Turing-complete levels of complexity.
Lang (inspired by Robo) came shortly after, more optimized for the "action" part of action science. Being made of metal does wonders for your recoil management. (I know she hasn't had the hair buns in 10+ years, but that's what I was trying to do with the "antennae".)
Foley (inspired by Alan) is the newest model, optimized for human-robot interaction. Getting wifi installed in her head early on had the unexpected side effect of making her really good at understanding networks of all kinds.
BRN-3 wasn't built to be sentient. He's just a lab geological survey bot that began showing signs of sapience one day and attributes his own "enlightenment" to the "crystals" he'd been studying. This is obviously bullshit but nobody can give a better explanation, so...
Jenkins is literally just the Terminator, except his evil future is vampires instead of AI. He was sent back to kill Robo, which clearly didn't work, so they talked it out and now he just hangs around Tesladyne on high alert for anything that might kick off the apocalypse.
(I have no idea where Ada, Ben, and Koa fit in here, but I might come back to them later. Using their Agents of CHANGE power suits as android designs felt like cheating.)
Not included in these drawings are Helsingard and ALAN, but I'm considering switching around parts of their premises, too.
Helsingard was a Nazi supercomputer meant to calculate the perfect world-conquering strategy. Instead, it realized that Germany's loss was imminent and hid copies of itself around the planet. Every once in a while, someone accidentally boots up a copy and it tries to take over. In the modern age it's a total dice roll as to whether this will be horrifying (what major infrastructure isn't computerized these days?) or just kind of pathetic (it's too old to understand the internet and can easily get itself trapped in an office printer spitting toner and stacks of paper that read BEHOLD HELSINGARD).
ALAN (potential rename pending; the Turing connection is rather lost in the version I'm going with for now) is the world's second successful "unkillable" genetic experiment, a govt project during the Cold War to ensure that the last man alive in a nuclear winter scenario would be British. But it turns out telling a guy he's the next stage in human evolution and sealing him in a bunker for decades to await a chance to inherit the earth which doesn't come isn't great for his sense of compassion or morality. Eventually, ALAN decides to hurry things along before we inferior humans end the world in a less convenient way, and Robo has to... well, you know this part.
It turns out there was a secret phase 2 to this plan, which would have been to populate the solar system with perfect immortal mind-networked clones of himself. The single under-baked clone that it does manage to spit out before being shut down is our Alan :] He needs someone to look after him while his crazy healing powers fill in the missing chunks of his body and brain, and he didn't get a full memory upload from ALAN, so it's free son boy!
No changes were made to Dr. Dinosaur. He's already perfect.
#atomic robo#robotswap#bluef00t art#the part under the cut is pretty long I've been turning this over in my head for a while#there's definitely bits of continuity that don't quite work (even Wolverine would have trouble with the head-in-a-box-for-130-years thing)#but this isn't really about rewriting something coherent. this is about how fun it is to do panel redraws as warm-ups#000
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hey just wanna ask can you pretty pls post something bout like drabble sneak peak anything related to ata ari and starlet on 9th of july 🥹🥹 this day is my birthday and i cant do anything cause half of my friends in out of country or city and my family has their own issues that cluld be a really beautiful birthday present for me ofc u dont have to but anyways i think u get the topic love you and your stories have a nice day best friend
hi bestie dearest, i'm so sorry you couldn't do anything for your birthday 🥺 please know that I'm celebrating for you all the way over here and sending you so much love and sweetness for your special day. i hope all your wishes come true !!
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark!alpha!fraternity president!Ari Levinson x omega!activist!reader
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | dark, a/b/o dynamics, assault, power imbalance, violence, misogyny (within a/b/o designations), mean!ari, manipulation, size difference, possessive behaviour, blackmail. mentioned/implied (not on reader): assault (brutal mugging), beating, injuries.
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | a snippet of A Tough Act: starlet has the lead role in a performance, but at what cost?
𝗪/𝗖 | 1.37K
𝗔/𝗡 | the masterlist isn’t posted yet, but this is from my new series set in HCV (Howard college verse). here is a special drabble for you, birthday anon. consider it also a snippet/spoiler bc this will be in the fic. it's a part I knew I wanted to write as soon as I outlined their story
You try to ignore him, strangled breaths leave your clenched teeth as you apply lipstick, gripping the tube so tightly your knuckles nearly cramp. You’re fuming, shaking with pure rage as the previous night replays in your mind.
You didn’t witness the assault, but you watched the video of it, he made you. It kept you up for hours on end, her choked pleas, the awful snap of her leg, and the aftermath of her bloody and bruised face. A lone tear slips from your eye before you wipe it away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction or ruin the makeup that took an hour.
Your bones go rigid as he inhales.��
“How does it feel to be the star of the show?”
The lipstick drops with a clank as you spin around, jabbing a finger in his built chest. “She’s in the hospital because of you.”
“And, you have the lead part because of me.” Ari swiftly replies, blue eyes calmly meeting yours, “When are you going to realize there is no playing nice in your profession. People will step all over you to get what they want, tear you to shreds and spit on your grave. And, you’re worried about some girl?”
The thick false lashes flutter against your cheekbones as you turn away, glaring at the exact replica of your costume just in a different size that fit the other student, the phenomenal actress who rightfully deserved the lead role because of her hard work and dedication.
Unlike you, who got it because of the terrifying news that shook the entire production.
“You could’ve killed her.”
Ari rolls his eyes, easily pushing you back until you’re pressed against the vanity. The yellow lights illuminate your frame like the sun. He fixes your headpiece, pink lips draw into a slow smirk. “Don’t be dramatic, starlet, she’ll recover in a few weeks.”
“And probably never come back because she’s fucking scared to get mugged again!”
His reflexes are fast when he slams your raised fist into the mirror, and makeup clatters to the ground as the vanity trembles. The force could’ve cracked the glass, and that plants two seeds into your stomach, one of alarm and one of fury.
He scowls, his eyebrows low as a dark shadow takes over his eyes. “Her fear is not my problem, and it isn’t yours either. She didn’t care about you when she stole your part—”
“She didn’t steal it.”
“Well, she didn’t deserve it any more than you did.” He slides his fingers between yours, entwining your hands. “You were so upset when you didn’t get it, did you think I’d just let her do that to you? Fuck up all your chances to make something of your life?”
Because fucking up your life was his pleasure, and no one else could take that from him.
Perhaps you should be used to his behaviour by now, but this was far worse than the teasing, unconsented touching and borderline stalking because that was all inflicted onto you. This time he purposefully hurt someone else and traumatized them for the rest of their life. Heavy guilt sinks deep, reminding you that you brought yet another person into your stupid mess with the Arcadia president.
“She almost lost sight in her right eye.” You spit, “If you think my career is going to be built on the suffering of an innocent girl—you’re sadly mistaken.”
“Fine then.” He breathes, he drops your hand, stepping back and crossing his arms, his biceps almost tearing the seams of his shirt. “Don’t go on stage, don’t perform the part you’ve thrived for.” His tone lowers to a growl, “See how far you’ll get by being nice.”
Your nails dent the surface of the vanity, red hot wrath burns bright within your chest. You despise him with every cell of your body.
Ari gestures to the wide-open door, cocking his head tauntingly. “Fucking go if you aren’t grateful for my help.”
You grit your teeth and shoulder past him. When you’re one step away from the doorway, he speaks again.
“I’m sure the Dean and the police would be curious as to why you never came forward about her assault. After all, you know exactly who did it,” He tuts, “You saw what they did, and you know why.”
Your feet freeze as a deep thumping fills your head, pounding against your skull and shaking the rest of your body. The dressing room exit is within reach, one more step and you’ll be away from him, and hopefully, never get his cruel help again—but that was wishful thinking.
“They’d wonder why the great omega rights activist withheld information about the brutal mugging of another helpless, young omega.” Ari appears by your side, his heady scent filling your senses as a sickness takes over, “You’d probably lose your scholarship and all credibility. Think you’ll survive with that on your record?”
You meet his eyes, neck stiff as you read his expression. One quirked brow with squinted eyes, plump lips in a relaxed smile.
“They’ll never believe you.”
“Won’t they? It’s my word against yours. And you may be a star performer, but you’ll never have what I have—superiority. Your reputation is standing on thin glass, and something like this could shatter everything you have. And those dreams of yours—are just going to be fantasies you’ll never reach. Are you ready for that to happen?”
When you don’t reply, he steps behind you, his firm chest pressing against your back. “The door is right there,” He whispers into the side of your face, lips ghosting your skin, “along with a false sense of independence, and a future you can kiss goodbye.”
The next few seconds feel like hours when your feet refuse to move, trapping you and your dreadful realization that he’s right. No matter how hard you tried, fought and screamed, you’d never be like him or any alpha.
He hums pridefully, drinking in your corset-style dress that enhanced your figure, “That’s my girl. I expect a thank you tonight, baby.”
Your name is called before one of the crew members pokes in, looking startled at the sight of the big alpha crowding your space. He stutters for a moment, wide brown eyes meeting yours, “Uh, curtains in fifteen. Mrs. Aiko wants to speak to you beforehand though.”
And just like that, you can move again. As if the presence of someone else snapped you out of whatever rotten trance Ari put you under. “Thanks, I’ll be right there.”
The young man leaves with a forced smile and the air feels lighter. You tilt up your chin and step forward, but Ari grabs your arm and digs his fingers into your flesh when you try to shove him off. “I could’ve lost my presidency because of that whore. Don’t disappoint me out there. I’m expecting a standing ovation.” He loosens his hold, settling for bringing your knuckles to his lips, he presses a chaste kiss, lingering for a few moments too long. “Break a leg—”
You scoff at his sick humour.
“—or don’t, I have no clue what they’d do if both their best performers were in casts lying in the hospital.” He laughs and goes to the door, placing a single red rose on the table, “We’ll be in the back row.”
He perks up at your shock, “Oh, you thought I’d come alone?” He teases, running a hand through his shoulder-length brown hair, “No, the boys love theatre, plus, they want to know if their blood-stained clothes are worth it. Steve was really upset he dirtied that Kappa hoodie from legacy.”
You can almost hear the vile sounds of fists and feet slamming into the poor omega’s body and her broken sobs.
Ari disappears around the corner before returning with a canvas tote bag, he sets it on the floor and you can see the familiar red and gold crescent and a few of the stitched letters on the back ‘LEVI—’
“That’s for after the show, and if you do good, we’ll celebrate back at the house and you’ll get much more than just a sweater from me.” He winks, “Best of luck, starlet. Make me proud.”
#tough act drabble#fic drabble#dark#a/b/o#dark fic#dark!ari levinson#tough act: not smut not fluff#Ari levinson#dark ari levinson#ari levinson x reader#ari levinson x fem!reader#alpha!ari levinson#omega!reader#ari levinson x you#reader insert#sonny’s stories#college au#alpha ari levinson#omega reader#college!ari levinson#Ari levinson au#sonny drabbles#tough act ask#besties birthdays#hc drabble#🦁 anon
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How do beckorellis spend valentines? :]
OMG HEYY!! 🫵🫵
They would be so silly, hear me out.
Really the answer depends on what time it is in the timeline...
Say it's pre-GGY and everything is fine and dandy and working out with the three of them without the mass tragedies that occur later on, I feel like they'd definitely go to the pizzaplex and go hang out for the day, Tony would definitely kill them at Bonnie Bowling, I just feel like he'd be that guy BAHAHA
The three of them would be able to do all of the things they each like to do there and share it with one another and it'd be so awesome :) I feel like Ellis would definitely try his hardest to get the two of them cool stuff with his tickets but Tony and Gregory totally throw him a curve ball when they combine their tickets and get something for him instead, like aha let me just slide an uno reverse your way...(at beee-kayyy....)
The three of them would probably go pick up a pizza and some drinks in the Pizzaplex and go sit out in the parking lot and have a really unorganized picnic of sorts under the streetlights due to them literally staying there until like, 9-10 pm...it's a bit chaotic and they are sort of just sitting on the curb and waiting for someone's parents to come pick them up (most likely Tony's mom, you know she'd absolutely be all over the three of them and be like "Oh my goodness gracious my baby boy is growing up and falling in love they are so sweet together!!!") but they all have tons of fun just hanging out and having a small lil pizza dinner together underneath the moonlight...
Now say it's post GGY, and all of the tragedy happened and now they're traumatized and sad.
I don't think they'd go to the pizzaplex that time around, considering that Faz-Ent and such is behind most of their issues, but I think they would definitely go wander around their small town and go to the little shops and whatnot! And when they get bored of that they'd probably go get ice cream :)
And Ellis probably knows some weird little spot in the inner workings of their itty bitty town and over time they kind of just see this as their designated spot, and they go and hang out there, now theyve staked their claim there for months...and I'm not entirely sure what it would be, maybe a small spot underneath a bridge or something? Somewhere cool I'll need to look at pinterest for this...
They have it totally decked out and stuff though, Ellis would probably be crazy into graffiti, so would Gregory, but Tony probably thinks it's gross...although he doesn't bother to stop them when they manage to rope him into it and get him to spray some stuff up himself (he loved it but he's too much of a butt to admit it...)
Theres also a bunch of drawings along the walls from both Gregory and Tony! Artistic (autistic) lil buggers!!
The three of them just settle down in there and have a picnic (they like eating food in peculiar places I suppose.) Gregory definitely brought baked goods (I feel like he'd exceptionally be good at baking NO JOKE, THIS BOY CAN MAKE SOME GOOD COOKIES) Whilst Tony brought some food his mother made (HIS MOTHER IS ALSO A CRAZY GOOD COOK.) And Ellis brings drinks of courss, gotta wash down the yummy food with something 😔
And so the three of them just hang out and talk amongst themselves, whilst stuffing their faces with good food and soda (please limit Gregory's mountain dew intake that boy literally loses his shit)
When they finish eating and they realize it's getting dark, they decide to head back home to Gregory's house and go rent a movie on one of the streaming services, and the three of them just kind of scooch together on the couch with some blankets + snacks and relax and enjoy the movie, with most likely all three of them falling asleep before the movie even ends...
*EXHALES DRAMSTICALLT..* I put way too much thought into this..
#I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT THOUGH <333#fnaf beckory#Beckorellis#Ellis#Tony becker#Gregory#Valentines day
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KinnPorsche Ep12 Lines of Power
I'm here to call out lines of power, staging, and framing in KinnPorsche episode 12. Whew, Tumblr's 10-image limit is killing me. Had to do a lot of image combining this time to skirt it.
Bonus: It doesn't quiiiite fit in lines of power, but yesterday I called out a particular Comedy & Tragedy VP screencap for Reasons.
More LoP posts: [Trailer] … [Ep08] [Ep09 Part 1] [Ep09 Part 2] [Ep10] [Ep11] [Ep13]
Porsche is pissed and drawing some boundaries, and this scene uses a line of power (the window pane) to help him with that.
These two shots establish that the line is firmly in place from multiple camera angles.
It's not quiiiite perfectly in place throughout the whole scene, but it's damn close, as close as it's going to get without actually gluing the actors' feet to the floor.
Usually with dividing lines, I've been seeing people staying on their respective sides. Here, Kinn says "nope, do not like" and crosses over. He's not the same as he used to be. Remember back in the "all our people are the same to me" scene in Episode 4 with all those dividers between them? Yeah, Kinn has grown a lot since then.
Kinn: Line of power who? I don't know 'em.
Then there's this wide shot of Kinn trying to reach out physically, and Porsche snaps backwards, keeping the boundary firmly in place.
Fortunately, Kinn respects that boundary and realizes "I'm sorry" won't cut it, and he offers to help find actual answers (WHAT?) to tear down that line of power keeping him from his Porsche.
That gets Kinn through to Porsche, and he holds onto his man, who is still reluctant to give in entirely. The hug scene is framed with soft, blurred beige lines in the foreground. I'm not sure I want to read too much into the foreground frame except that it softens the hard edges, as Kinn is trying to do with Porsche's anger.
I feel this scene was a huge step forward for them, and I'm delighted with the way the line of power helped tell the story.
WOW. Wow, okay. Most often when Papa Korn shows up, he seems small and inconspicuous, often sitting, sometimes even stooped over with very sluggish, lazy posture.
Here he's standing straight and tall, looking very powerful. As with Tankhun in the previous episode, the shot here is designed to make him look LARGE and IMPOSING. The camera angle is looking up at him from below, but more importantly, the two pillars behind him are framing him and increasing his width, effectively doubling his size.
Papa Korn is on the move, playing his war.
This shot has a premium horizontal line: the division between grass and darkness. There aren't a lot of strong horizontals to be had, so I nabbed it.
Vegas looks like a marionette with his strings cut. His head and heart are above in the dark space, while his lost hedgehog is down in the lighter space with lush greenery. There's a strong sense of dissociation going on between the darkness above and light below, at least for me, but I think there's a lot of room for alternative interpretation.
The trees become a lovely frame around Vegas and Pete. I also love that the white flower is so clearly visible at Vegas's feet.
Both of the two scenes above use natural setting, clear light, and green plants, creating a noteworthy contrast to the bondage bedroom with its chains, colorful neon lights, and general clutter.
Speaking of which...
There's a lot going on with the chains in the room, so much that it becomes a bit difficult to read too much into them. However, the first shot above has a veeerrry clear divider between Vegas and Pete. It's problematic as a a line of power in the actual scene, though, because it comes and goes with the different camera angles as they talk in that moment.
A short time later, there are a few moments where the chains disappear completely, as captured in the second shot. The chains are still there, but they're currently hidden behind the characters, almost like the chains have been asorbed.
For most of the scene where Tay and Porsche chat, Tay is firmly positioned in the left half of the screen. He gets an almost entirely clear and white/beige background (highly uncommon) except for one black vertical line.
After Porsche brings up Time and Tay says "it's not like that," his problems come firmly to mind. That's when he sits back, smiles his small and painful smile, and the black line of power goes right through his head.
Tay is a very bright, kind, supporter-type character, hence the pale background. But he has his own troubles, too.
(I will now be adopting Tay.)
Mirrors. Always mirrors.
In the first shot, Porsche is blurred and very distorted. His emotions are all out of whack. He's full of rage and conflict, ready to lash out at the person he thinks has caused the biggest loss of his life.
Kinn's face is clear and focused. He has one goal in this scene, and that's to support Porsche through whatever happens.
In the second shot, after Porsche has let go of the rage and killing instinct, he comes into focus as he holds tight to his biggest simp supporter.
Kinn...you had ONE goal. (And you succeeded!)
There are Lines of Power, and then there's Chay and his LINE OF MOTHERFUCKING CHAOS POWER. This practically needs a post all to itself. Buckle up.
Chay's a mess, and for good reason. His erratic pink line of power reflects that mess. So much more than simple heartbreak has brought on his overdue rebellious phase. He's gone through numerous abandonments and was left essentially on his own without support, he's been kidnapped from his own home and injured, and he's had to face lies from numerous people he thought he could trust. Then throw in teenage heartbreak on top for flavor.
Plot has been happening TO Chay for a long time. But he's fighting back at last.
In this episode, he takes a firm hold of his agency. He decides to explore who he is outside of being "little brother" and "having a crush."
Chay is righteously (and rightly) pissed that Kim has taken away that agency by interrupting the party, and he promptly reclaims that agency by telling Kim off. His anger (all those spikey lines) is justified, in my opinion.
This fight was so fantastic, exactly what this pair needed... Chay standing up for himself and Kim revealing the real face of his Mafia Heir side (ref: @laughsalot3412's post talks about Kim's 3 sides). Kim's dark side is clearly demonstrated in this shot where he just about melts into the dark background.
Yet I'm obsessed with the way Chay's pink line still ends up pointing at Kim, hinting at lingering feelings.
(Need more Kim meta to flesh this out? I hiiiiiighly, so highly, recommend @shortpplfedup's post on Kim.)
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More LoP posts: [Trailer] … [Ep08] [Ep09 Part 1] [Ep09 Part 2] [Ep10] [Ep11] [Ep13]
For more great meta from folks across the KP Tumblr fandom, please visit the Damn Good KinnPorsche Meta doc.
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So I had this idea in my head and I kinda wanted to flesh it out more before posting it on the blog. It's about a bunch of species of Cupids and how they act and are perceived by humans and other mythical beings. It’s all over the place, not coherent AT ALL in my eyes, but I wanted to see what you all thought so far!
Pink Heart Cupids are simply crushes and lust, not true love (but it can lead to that!) It’s the most common, usually just infatuation, these cupids have the most arrows used, any human can be struck by them
Red Heart Cupids are the romantic and true love cupids, it’s not as common as people think and they often confuse the red with pink nowadays. Red and Pink cupids get along very well, as to why some crushes turn into loving relationships!
Blue Heart Cupids are not as well known but for those who are aware they adore them, as they’re the “True best Friend” Cupids, whose arrows may be used sparingly, but their marks hardly ever miss. They make the most lasting and unique of friendships, that can on occasion turn into a more romantic love
White Heart Cupids are cupids who help humans connect with animals. They aren’t as thought about, but they don’t mind as long as their beloved companions find a home and are given the love and support they need. They help humans find their right companion (or ten) and help animals to see which soul is right for them to follow home or to win over. Very sweet! Many arrows are used but they don’t mind at all! It’s the purest love out there in a sense!
Black Heart Cupids are the dangerous ones though. These are the Cupids who’s arrows make anyone go mad with love and obsession, or devotion gone wrong. They make a man absolutely unhinged if his lover is killed, or make a man kill hundreds just to keep his beloved beside him, whether his love wants him back or not. These cupids don’t play by the rules either, striking any human down with these dangerous arrows and causing mayhem for the sake of mayhem. They’re a horror to any other cupid and will happily make other cupids assigned humans life a living nightmare. A demonic Cupid if you will!
Anyway, right now i'm kinda freeballing the whole universe, I just wanted to know like what you thought about it while I expand more and get some ideas for the Black Heart cupids design (cause I might try and draw one, or at least try an outline and add my own designs for visual aid to help me expand more)
Again, sorry it’s all over the place, I’ve been unsure for a month or two now, but! I figured some might like the concept!
-Mommabean (Thanks for giving this the time of day!)
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Cai, Bedwyr and company
So pretty much ever since this post about the original folkloric magical-warrior Arthur, I've been doodling designs for other characters surrounding him (and that real good art I rb'd yesterday kicked my ass into wanting to upload them finally).
Of the companions of the Welsh version of Arthur, Cai (or Cei/Kei) has to top the list. Most magical guy in the world. Per Culhwch & Olwen dude has heat and cold powers, he can grow giant, he can survive underwater for nine days. He fought a giant cat once. (It's actually kind of interesting that he later was adapted into the boorish, incompetent Sir Kay because of how amazing he originally was; it's the classic anime rival bit where you can show how cool your new OC, Lancelot or whoever, is by having him be better than the existing best guy)
I was already leaning into the "slutty magical anime boys" aesthetic and, with characters like this who only appear once the legendary Welsh versions of the 9th century on get into full swing, I felt more license to go further with that (whereas my Arthur and Trwyth look slightly more down-to-earth because they appears even earlier as small-scale local figures).
So my concept for Cai is that since he can generate heat from his skin so intense no rain can touch him without evaporating, by anime girl character design logic obviously he has to leave his back and shoulders and thighs uncovered since that's where I'm having his wings of magical flame project from.
The hair gave me a little trouble--I briefly thought I could give him two-coloured hair to reflect his heat/cold thing, but then I remembered one of the popular HeroAca guys is a two-colour-hair fire-ice-powers guy so I hard-swerved away from treading on those toes. In the end I settled on the MILFy ponytail at the bottom since it'd keep his hair clear of his back, since again, it's very logical and strategically important for the skin there to be bare.
The gloves and metal bands, meanwhile, are meant to be like a shadow the hedgehog power-limiter kinda deal, where he can take them off to unleash his full elemental power. That works with gloves but not really the boots, but I didn't want to lose the symmetry, but then! A piece of medieval Welsh poetry gave me inspiration for another function, and a way to make the design hornier I guess.
One of the Triads of Britain refers to the Three Fettered Men of the Isle of Britain: "Because horses could not be obtained that were suited to them, owing to their size; so they put fetters of gold around the small of their legs, on the cruppers of their horses, behind their backs".
Cai isn't one of the three, but in addition to his main epithet "Cai Wyn" ("worthy Cai", or "Cai the Fair", so it's important he's hot you see), he's also known as "Cai Hir" ("Cai the Tall"), which may be a reference to his ability to grow giant, and fits the 'reasoning' in the Triad. So the bands on his legs became fetters of gold, and my idea is he releases his power by breaking the chain to do his Ultraman rise.
A "crupper", meanwhile, seems to be like, an ass-harness? Sure, that fits the vibe we've ended up at. I figured that can be what he slings his sword from, and then spent...a while trying to figure out the logistics of that. So y'know I had to draw his hips and ass a bunch. For science.
As you can see, there's a couple of attempts to render the leotard as chainmail; one story, Rhonabwy's Dream, describes Cai as wearing mail of pure white rings with pure red rivets, which sounds gorgeous but I dunno how to draw white chainmail so I mostly gave up. He can wear one over the other, I guess?
In Culhwch, Cai (who is the best sword-maker in the world, naturally) forges a sword for the giant Wrnach Gawr, then kills him with it and takes it, so I figured that'd be a cool weapon to give him. Cai asks if he'd like it to be white-bladed or dark-blue-bladed, and Wrnach answers "whichever way you prefer"; we never find out what that is, so I thought an asymmetrical design incorporating both would be fun.
Anyway, here's another friend: Bedwyr! Precursor to Sir Bedivere, Bedwyr is Cai's constant companion, who "never feared a quest that Cai went on". Do Not separate them. He's the Fast Guy; though he has one hand, he can draw blood three times faster than anyone can with two; by the time you notice he's stabbed you once, he's stabbed you another seven times, etc. He's also noted as the most beautiful man in all the land (except Arthur, and one other guy whose name never comes up anywhere else).
I had kinda wanted to give Cai lots of hair volume but was thwarted by the bare-back thing so I made that Bedwyr's thing, and he's gotta be a spear guy given the above (another fun thing is his spearhead can fly off and stab guys on its own then come back to him). Another Triad calls Cai one of the "Three Diademed Battle-Leaders of the Isle of Britain", but adds after giving the three that "And one was diademed above the three of them: that was Bedwyr son of Bedrawc." So that's why they both have little tiaras, and while I flip back and forth on the look I settled on making Bedwyr's a little fancier and Cai's simpler to conform with the poem.
So that's how we arrive at what I consider my final designs for these two lovebirds (one poet tells us Bedwyr's death left Cai "heartbroken"); in the end I prefer the sword-harness just looking like a simple belt from the front, and I added some boots? Thigh-socks? Something?? to Bedwyr to break up the design a bit. The asymmetry of them to conform with his tunic's skirt is inspired by Marin from Saint Seiya, who really rocks the asymmetrical leggings.
And on the right is an initial go at Gwenhwyfar, precursor to Guinivere (and I try to respect the Welsh spellings and pronounciations generally, but I may sometimes refer to her as just "Gwen" in this case). I was inspired by a fragmentary dialogue between her and an antagonistic warrior Melwas (who spends half the dialogue trying to fight Cai actually), where he calls her "Gwenhwyfar of the deer's glance", which brought a vision of a spooky lanky cryptid lady with all-black too-long eyes to mind.
The battle of Camlann was said to be brought about by conflict between Gwenhwyfar and her sister Gwenhwyfach, and a blow struck by the latter to the former, but they might also be like...reflections of the same person's good and bad sides or something?? It's all very murky. In any case, I couldn't stop thinking of Gwen as someone who punches dudes, and the main other instance of that in Welsh legends are their versions of "witches", who wear armour and kill with iron claws. Gwen's mother is a member of the Roman nobility, so I thought fuck it, let's get real wacky and ahistorical and dress her like a cestus-wielding gladiator. Roman influence, iron claws, punching dudes, it all comes together.
Oh, and her father is a giant, so I drew a little Arthur to scale at the bottom to show she's inherited some of that too. I wanna draw her more and refine this, make her spookier (one Triad presents her as being three people? Or Arthur just had three wives with the same name? It might just be a pun? Unclear???) But for now, here's one final page of assorted stuff, presented a couple ways up for clarity:
So there's another Bedwyr; below him, the Cath Palug, the giant cat Cai fights in the poem Pa Gur, which I do intend to do a big funky monster design for, but much like Trwyth in the first post, I had fun doing a human one too. What, am I not gonna draw a catgirl when I can draw a catgirl?
From the other angle, there's Melwas, foe of Cai and Gwen mentioned above. He describes himself as young, and Gwen calls him a "lad of black and yellow", so I made him a twink with dyed hair, but I'll do a more full design later. Probably not before doing Cai's fight with the Cath Palug though.
Caledfwlch, the pre-Excalibur, I drew before, but I did a more ostentatious version here based on its description in Rhonabwy's Dream, where drawing it is like flames leaping forth from the jaws of the serpents whose designs were on it, so blinding no-one could look at it. I like to imagine it having the more humble look until the critical moment when it reveals its true form.
Aaaaand then there's Arthur on a motorbike. (You may have noticed there's one of these way further up in this post in one of the Cai pages) This is just me continuing to think about that idea from the last post about him popping back up in the modern day. Mostly what I orbit around is that he'd defeat whatever evil wizard he was summoned to deal with and then people would be like "so your job is done?" and he'd be like "what? no, the world is clearly in grave peril" and start running around destroying fossil fuel infrastructure. In fact I have a real hankering to make that a comic, but I'd need to be like, an actual artist for that.
So anyway the idea is he gets the spirit of his horse (Llamrei) to inhabit the bike, enabling it to do sick physics-defying stunts. Here's another for the road in fact:
(Wow, Cat, do you like Kamen Rider or something?)
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Hey I see you keep posting about AFK Arena and like! God those designs are SO pretty but I'm self aware enough to not want to put my addictive personality in a precarious spot so like. How bad is the in game spending? Cause I'm really tempted to download but don't want to kill my bank account and would love some input (if you haven't played the game and just like the people that's so valid lol ignore me)
So here's the thing, the game is essentially collect characters and have them arena fight, rinse and repeat with cute events between and very good character art and interesting stories.
The prices for stuff are so ridiculously high that I couldn't afford to gamble money like that in the game anyways. I play it passively like all these games which is why I don't end up spending much.
So it's a matter of patience and whether or not YOU have the patience to wait for the heroes you want (especially the awakened ones). Most things are pretty accessible in terms of events and being able to participate even if you're lower level and the costumes are only for aesthetics with no bonuses so there's no reason to spend money on them (again 15 USD for a cosmetic is so insane that unless it's available for an event where it's generally free to obtain, spending the money on it is outrageous and theres no reason to do it but once its unlocked its unlocked permanently even if you have duplicates of that hero).
Spending money on a monthly package is pointless because if you log in daily you eventually start obtaining diamonds anyways and if you get stuck and can't progress on a tower level or main level or whatever you can honestly drop it for a while and come back to a new event which can give you more goodies and eventually you will be able to upgrade gear and heroes etc.
Obtaining awakened heroes and also pets are the hardest, but again, once you reach a specific level (made easier now by the mentorship program) you start getting access to get iltheir draw materials in the shop for diamonds and since you accrue diamonds, gold, upgrade materials and gear passively daily anyways, eventually you get enough to buy one of the cards. You need 10 for better percentage draws, but like I said, if you're OK with waiting ages to obtain it and you play the game passively, it's a LOT easier to enjoy. The people playing competitively probably spend tons of money on it and there's no real punishment for not being at the top (Looking at King's Choice where its so pay to play and you're basically punished if you aren't trying to be the top player to force people to spend; now THAT game is evil but afk arena isn't that bad).
They don't do $5 payment things and when they do lower money options its entirely not worth paying. Right now theres a 4.99 thing in the shop for a fragment of awakened talene but you need 60 to get ONE of her so again its entirely stupid to pay it. The stuff they give you isn't worth spending it so if you know that going in it can help.
They have things that are like "reach these levels and pay 20$ to unlock 3000 diamonds for each of the levels passed. This refreshes and goes with you so once you get 9 levels passed (they are not consecutive its like for every 5 levels or something) which will take like a year, you could reward yourself with tha5 once it's passed and obtain 45000 diamonds. But it's only worth it for draws if you consider each draw is 2700 diamonds. So it might not be worth it for you!
Now, I've spent some money on the game but it's rare and it's always during a black Friday event sale (their "random popup sales" for beating levels are also not worth it and it's easy to see. 99.99 for 30 awakened cards is very obviously bullshit. A once a year purchase of $10 to acquire like 50 awakened cards to get the five ten draws is much more worth it but only happens once a year if that so it may not even be worth it when thw real discounts show up). Also spending 100$ to get one hero doesn't level the hero up so its also bullshit. Its designed for people with a LOT of money and so staying away from the shop could be beneficial.
I also play gardenscapes which is also notoriously horrible but I log in, play until the free stuff is gone, then fuck off it for another month or three so when I come back I get a ton of "thanks for coming back!!" Goodies and free stuff and the cycle repeats.
If you're worried I'd say don't do it but you could log in and take one look at how stupidly expensive the shit is and be like ah OK not worth it.
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OKAY I meant to start earlier in the day but I know once I start it will be difficult to stop lol
but I have some tasty pasta to eat let's go
(how much do you want to bet EVERY EPISODE after this is a two-parter due to the sheer amount of plot bumping into tumblr's images-per-post limit)
s4 ep11 beast island
They're talking about their plan to go to Beast Island and get Entrapta--and side note, the ship goes about as fast as an airplane, judging by the clouds/ocean's movement
will she tho
(I actually don't know! This is one of those plot points I forgot in part because I marathoned the last season and change of the show almost four years ago lol; like seriously from this point on I can remember random specific scenes but not which order or why they happened; it definitely doesn't help that a couple months ago I watched a bunch of She-Ra humor videos that are all, like, just clips from s5 in no particular order)
(seriously if you're a She-Ra fan they're great, they're especially funny if you're high as balls, which Daci and I were when I was like "hey you have to watch these with me they're hilarious")
the globe map is throwing some kind of angry alarm and Swift Wind's senses are tingling
They hit....something!
points to whomever designed that, it looks really cool, and yes, vaguely menacing
okay but you were ALSO told that Princesses were all evil soooo
They find Entrapta's mask and a Horde-made skiff and Swift Wind can hear some kinda weird noise
the ship did call it a Hazardous Materials Disposal Site...
anyway a bug-robot-thing starts to attack them--and Adora can't transform to She-Ra here!
OH HEY so the droning sound Swift Wind keeps hearing that's super fucking creepy is a Shepard Tone! (more info via wikipedia of course)
("April how do you know so much random shit?" I have ADHD and an internet connection. Also in this case specifically, Alex Hirsch once did an AMA in character as Bill Cipher, and he linked to a Shepard Tone and said it was his favorite song.)
Anyway they're attempting to fight the bug and losing
:D I KNOW WHO THIS IS :D
He scares the bug off with magic!! (Shadow Weaver did say he was a powerful sorcerer...)
dun dun DUNNNN
okay so I was confused as to how Glimmer was gonna get in there and duh SHE CAN FUCKING TELEPORT ffs
anyway Light Hope is a computer program and you're not the correct input??? you can't just order it to work pfft
YOU'RE NOT SHE-RA lol
Anyway King Micah hasn't been around other people in a loooong time and is bad with things like "personal space" lol
they're asking about Entrapta and I love that everyone in this show just Knows that Entrapta is like. Into robots. Sexually.
(I'm not looking right now but SOMEone has to have written a fic of Entrapta just making, like, really wild sex toys or fuckable robots, right? Right???)
LOL THAT'S HER ALL RIGHT
Entrapta apparently went to the center of the island but Micah is discouraging them from going. The sound Swift Wind keeps hearing is a signal of some kind from the center--
Apparently the signal is enough to draw people in and drive them mad.
poor dude
Also he thinks Glimmer is still a child and asks about Angella, and Bow and Adora just do a 😬
But they promise to take Micah with them once they find Entrapta and leave
I dunno I think it's kinda cute
Anyway as they keep walking both of them start having moments of borderline-crippling self doubt
Glimmer's killed the spiders that the Crystal Castle sets on intruders and is still trying to harass Light Hope into talking to her:
Apparently yelling that she wants to use the Heart of Etheria was the right thing to say
Back on Beast Island, the signal is getting stronger, Micah is trying to get more information about Glimmer from Bow and Adora, and also they're being hunted by critters:
There's some kind of distorted speech in the signal (which still mostly sounds like a Shepard Tone), and Swift Wind is frozen in place by it and this is happening--
CREEPY AS FUCK
D:
D:
Adora, trying to convince Micah not to give in, blurts out that Glimmer is Queen, oops
D:
D:
oh god there's a flash of light and Adora relives Angella kissing her forehead and telling her "take care of each other," then a bunch of moments of her and Glimmer, then:
"I won't give up, not on my friends, not on Etheria,"
--and she transforms into She-Ra :D
NICE!
The blast frees everyone of the vines and they're back to being themselves
"It wasn't the signal stopping me from being She-Ra, it was me. I was afraid Glimmer was right,"
"But I promise I'd take care of her--take care of everyone, and I will"
(actually you promised you'd all take care of each other, but whatever; like, this is part of her whole character arc)
Side note, She-Ra is taller than Micah by like, half a head minimum
The scary critters all run off because some huge monster shows up, the monster opens its metal jaws, and
and I've run out of images with three minutes to go pfft okay hold on
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Sketch Request: Batch 1
So I said they'd be in pencil but OOPS they are in pen
Requests are still open, feel free to request the same character again!
Under the cut is Firestar, Bluestar, Runningnose, Flipclaw, Hawkwing, Violetshine, and Morningflower. Special guest appearances for Brokenstar and balding Lionblaze.
@doritopaw101 Firestar
FIRESTARRRR I want him to look like an anime protagonist. He starts off round, simple eyes, blush, and ends up as fire twink. The chest scars are from where Scourge killed him
I have never been able to imagine stripes on him. He is an orange crayon.
@nightly-ruse Bluestar
Ignore balding lionblaze in the corner we'll get to him
I usually just see a super basic blue cat when I picture her but Bluestar needs something cooler than that. I tried to channel a wolf, long face, tail's kinda thick, leg feathering. She also has a ThunderClan "mane," a feature I try to put on most TC cats
After the Tigerstar attack I love the idea she has tabby-like scars on one side of the face. Shredded ear, loss of vision in one eye. I also make it a point to always include her shoulder scar.
@runn1ngn0se Your Boy (scheme flavor)
Runningnose looks sticky, but it's all just natural markings. He's actually quite thick and fluffy (same build as Tangleburr).
His defining feature is that snot-streak, which is also just a very unfortunate birthmark.
He's pretty naturally dour. Serious expressions, gives the vibe that he's always analyzing you, he doesn't tend to speak unprompted. But he does smile a lot when Brokenstar's doing Evil Things with him.
He LOVES when he gets to start shit and hide in the fluff of his beloved supernatural manifestation of spite and rage. Special drawing of it since I already posted his full design waaay back.
Also side note Im obsessed with the cut disney song "Snuff Out The Light" right now and it feels like SUCH a Bonefall Runningnose anthem.
@elkpoint Flipclaw
So I mentioned Balding Lionblaze here because he's his grandpa! Flipclaw looks a LOT like him before he lost his hair. He's MEGA fuzzy. (In the rewrite though Fernsong is an ex-kittypet and Ivypool is Lionblaze's daughter)
I also can't imagine him as a brown tabby, he's this really nice brownish-gold color like a lion. His stripes are brown, though. He's also a total jokester, I think he was really close to his uncle Hollylark and misses him a lot.
Pictured is him saying, "look at me guys im walking like a twoleg!!" What a guy.
@purrsnickitty Hawkwing
I have always seen him as a mix between Tony Tiger and Batman. I am not sorry about this.
He is also a lynxpoint. When I make SkyClan cats I think of monkeys and aviator pilots for some reason, so they're all getting dextrous paws and prehensile tails.
His stripes are also all chevrons, and he's got TONS of tufts on his shoulders, ears, plus a puffy 'mane' that's part of the belly (don't ask me why it just reminds me of aviator jackets for some reason)
He is also an absolute unit.
@purrsnickitty Violetshine
Usually I need to do two sketches to get where I'm going with a design but not for Violetshine. First try, there she is. Monkey woman
Heart shapes for her, heart face, heart belly/mane. It also didn't come across well but her tail is LONG. Able to wrap around stuff easy. Mm, monkey.
I intended for there to be family resemblance because her and Hawkwing are bodied. They have LOTS of diameter. Complete volume.
@nightly-ruse Morningflower
Mentally I adopted your design of Morningflower because it's so good, but here's my old idea of her
Calico Morningflower my beloved
The coloring was difficult but I tried to communicate she has very little white. Most of her is bright orange and warm, sooty gray. She is the sister of Ashfoot (Onewhisker removed) so the gray is very important in my head.
I like WindClan cats to be very whispy, and they almost always have a white tail tip. Morningflower, instead, has an orange tip (which I may fix in another draft).
(I drew her training an apprentice, it was going to be Whitetail! But then I borked the eyes and it's pen so I can't fix it. She looks too scary. So I cropped her out OTL)
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Hi! i just started reading your confessions comic and i am OBSESSED!! and i didnt want to spam you by rbing all of your posts so i am going to write my Thoughts here :3
First of all i just wanted to say how much youve improved over the course of making this comic!! the lineart is so much Smoother and neater, the shading is so PRETTY, i love how youve done the backgrounds, whether you actually draw them or put flowers or something else behind the characters, and the layout looks so much more proffesional and puts the focus on the right things!! ALSO your anatomy has improved sm and i love all the wild expressions!!
Also i LOVE the teal colouring with pink accents, its such a pretty combo and its kinda like your trademark now!!
And obviously the whole story is so GOOD. i love how you cranked up the Idiot Meter to 1000000 bc YEAH theyre IDIOTS!! I loved the whole Clownbug part with ladybug discovering chats in love with marinette and being ANGRY abt it, its one of my favourite flavours of love square, and pt 6 of the comic was also SO entertaining!! miscommunication my beloved <3
I also love the first panel of pt nine, its just so pretty!! and ofc the shenanigans with the design contest, it feels v realistic and you absolutely NAILED mari's character!!
And the bee miraculous akuma is GORGEOUS!! it looks v menacing but also rlly cool and i would KILL to see the full design
i also love the way you showed marinettes progress with the jacket!! the montage of them bonding and working on the jacket is so cool <3 (and the shoulder gag is rlly funny lksdjhghjkgfdkjh)
FINALLY the jacket itself is just. BEAUTIFUL. the design on the back is absolutely stunning, and i love how you incorporated the miracle box and roses (did mari draw inspiration from chat? 👀👀) and the pink inside is so cute!! and the paw mark w marinette's signature!! (also i see you have a weakness for bomber jackets and you are RIGHT they ARE the pinnacle of fashion)
and buttercup reveal my beloved!! the blush!! the awkwardness!! the wild expressions and gestures!! i LOVE IT!!
also, i love all the small details!! like how you shaded marinettes palms as hearts, its so cute! <3
Anyways im just REALLY exited to see where youre going with this comic!! <3
omg omg omg okay I woke up to this, immediately read it FIVE TIMES IN A ROW, and have spent all day trying to figure out how to reply to so many lovely compliments 😭😭😭
THANK YOU SO MUCH OBVIOUSLY it means the world that you read every part and then took the time to type this up! This comic is such a labor of love for me and I'm always trying to work in a lot of fun and cute little details/moments so when people notice and point out those things it makes my heart SWELL WITH JOY. (If you like the hearts on her palms, part ten has some hidden hearts as well heehee)
When I started this my only goals were to scratch my lovesquare itch and get comfortable drawing again after being out of the habit for years. I had, idk maybe ten followers and did not expect anyone to read it or that I would actually manage to draw more than five parts or so AND NOW HERE WE ARE lol. I am so happy that you can see an improvement in the art, not just in how the characters are drawn but stuff like backgrounds and the visual storytelling as well. I hope to get better and better with each part!
Reading your comments about the characterization makes me wanna screech with happiness because I LOVE. THESE. IDIOTS. SO MUCH it is ridiculous!! RIDICULOUS! And as much as I adore leaning into them being incredibly stupid, it is important to me to show how much tenderness lies at the heart of their interactions. They are so, so stupid because they’re so, so sweet. Confessions is very much “journey over destination” because I just want to indulge in as much insanity, humor, awkwardness, confusion, affection, devotion, and partnership I can manage to tease out of their relationship in one story.
The color palette btw was a complete and total happy accident! Sometimes a thing works because you put lots of thought and effort into it, and sometimes a thing works because you fell on it. The color palette is an example of the latter but THE JACKET is an example of the former, haha. The amount of time it took to develop not just the meaning of it but literally the physical design (gotta look like something Marinette might actually make, gotta be something that I can draw a bunch of times, gotta be something that [spoilers redacted], gotta be something that fits over Chat’s shoulders, gotta be something that actually looks good, omg.) I have a whole post about it already but still more to say because I always have more to say! this is so much rambling I’m sorry
One of the big challenges I’ve had in trying to make a comic is figuring out how to balance what to say, what to show, and what to imply. The jacket is first and foremost exactly how Marinette presents it, a means to hopefully reach Adrien and deliver the card from his classmates. The specifics behind the design are more implied. Marinette pours a week of blood sweat and tears into creating this jacket, and as far as Chat Noir sees, she is single-mindedly focused on that task. But we all know she’s ALSO carrying the responsibilities and concerns of being Ladybug. Losing the Miraculous is obviously like... the biggest thing, a terrible and invisible weight that she carries alone!
Except not, because Chat Noir is there. He’s there for Ladybug, he’s there for Marinette, he’s a constant presence in her life and his support allows her to move beyond the shame and horror of losing the Miraculous. Marinette embroiders the symbols of the stolen Miraculous centered around the ladybug and surrounded by irises (sorry they aren’t roses!), and it looks like a topical show of support for her local superheroes; Ladybug embroiders the symbols of the stolen Miraculous centered on the ladybug and surrounded by irises and it’s a promise to her city that she’s going to get them back. (That she stitches the symbol of the cat in the left-hand side of the lining so that it zips over the wearer’s heart might mean something too but that was... more subconscious.)
ANYWAYYYYYYYYYYY I hope that my long-winded rambling comes across appropriately as a sign of JUST HOW THRILLED I am to have received this beautiful thoughtful ask. Hopefully the behind the scenes talk was fun to read haha. I am so honored and I hope you continue to enjoy the story!!
#sandra talks#confessions rambling#ask#bugaboooooooooo#someday I might actually finish designing the bee akuma#dsjaklf;#NO PROMISES BUT IT MIGHT HAPPEN
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Modded Left 4 Dead 2-inspired Doodle Collection 1
A long post of doodles I've drawn based on my Left 4 Dead 2 modding shenanigans in no particular order. I sometimes get motivation to go back to finish a doodle if I post it here so I'm trying that trick again. Hell I have so much this'll turn into a series like the screenshots!
Chaos Mod inspired doodle; back when special infected would also change alongside survivors.
The main L4D2 modding group but inspired by *that* part of Persona 5 Royal's opening. I really want to finish this one but the angling is killing me. Instead of the gems I thought of us lying on Fall Guys (as they're the commons) but that's omitted as it would make the sketch more crowded than it already is.
I wrote the title thinking "Left Dead 4 Dancing" instead of "Left 4 Dead Dancing" but both work. Teruteru's outfit is original, but inspired by his prom outfit and school uniform; Bowser Jr. calls back to Hipster Bowser / the New 3DS commercial; Akechi has his Starlight outfit on, and I'm wearing a dress I own in real life.
Mugshots of the L4D2 Modded Team roughly based on the HUD icons from Persona 5, complete with fake Phantom thief designs.
Bowser Jr. "Tyrant" is wearing the Cyber Gear from Mario Strikers Battle Leauge cause I thought him wearing the bandanna for his mask was too obvious.
Teruteru "Redpine" is based on an NPC from Epic Battle Fantasy 5 named Teru. The codename also comes from the area that NPC is in/near.
Olimar and Akechi dressed as Nick, as the mods I use/found for them both go over Nick. Each of them has minor additions to the outfit that fit the character (Akechi's signature gloves and tie; Olimar helmet).
I have other drawings of the modded characters dressed as the L4D characters they replace that I'll put in a future doodle collection.
#modded l4d2 team#the drawings of blushrooms#Bowser Jr.#Goro Akechi#Teruteru Hanamura#long post#doodles#Olimar#ah no the brainrot is leaking
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