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The Tumblr reblog sensation is returning. But like the Sayians or Shakespeare’s folios, it has the potential to develop in many forms.
Visit kamehamehamlet.com to be notified when we have more details.
Follow this blog for a peak behind the curtain.
And read on to learn more about the show, how we got here, and where we’re going.
Thank you for waiting just a little bit longer.
Revival Project Q&A
Who are you?
Hi! I’m Daniel Cole Mauleón (@writepictures), the writer of Kamehamehamlet. In 2015 I co-founded the theatre company Play-Dot Productions with KHH’s director Shalee Mae Cole Mauleón.
What is Kamehamehamlet?
Kamehamehamlet: Good Night Saiyan Prince, was an hour-long one act play, performed during the 2015 Minnesota Fringe Festival. It’s a staged retelling of Vegeta and Freeza’s battle on the planet Namek. Marketed as a Dragon Ball Z and Hamlet mash-up, the parody quickly shuffled off its weighted gi, revealing it was actually a Waiting for Godot spoof.
After five performances, Vegeta hung up his helmet of spiky hair.
Seven years later, K (@amokslime) wrote this incredibly gracious post on Tumblr, which inspired two people to reach out to me via Reddit to ask if I had a script or a recording of the performance.
I want to pause the semi-marketing voice and say a heartfelt thanks to K. Kamehamehamlet was brought to life by an incredible team of artists during a summer I’ll never forget. We got laughs at jokes, gasps at fight choreography, and we broke even on the budget (a Fringe miracle TBH). K’s post gave me the chance to revisit that show through someone else’s eyes. The mix of pride and humility it stirs up is truly indescribable.
If there is art which has changed you, and especially if the artist is still alive I encourage you to non-intrusively share that with the artist.
Is there a copy of the script?
Yes, I’ll speak more about that at below.
Is there a recording of the performance?
There was, but I genuinely lost the files. And that’s for the best, honestly. It was a last-second attempt, filmed from two cheap cameras (with different qualities and resolutions!), both at bad angles and with truly awful audio. Trust me. It’s better this way.
That said, I do have other archival footage from rehearsal's, tech, etc. that I look forward to sharing for those curious.
What’s next?
This is the question I’ve been asking myself over the past year and the reason it took so long to post anything. Especially since one thing I want to do differently this time is make sure that any artists involved are meaningfully compensated for their time and skill.
However, I can’t plan without a better estimate of what kind of support we would have, and I didn’t want to share our intentions without concrete details.
Right now, the best way you can support this project is by signing up for the announcement on kamehamehamlet.com.
The second best thing you can do is to share with others about this project, if I’ve learned anything reading through the comments on K’s post, it is that there’s a much bigger audience for KHH than I could have ever imagined, and you likely know at least one more person who would be interested.
And while I don’t want to promise anything I can’t deliver on, I will share that I’m planning on making the script available this year and I’ll be writing a separate post about that in near future.
If you’ve read this far thank you so much.
Photography by Ann B. Erickson. Vegeta is played by McKenzie Shappell. Freeza is played by Cayla Marie Wolpers. Costumes by Sarah Noel Simon.
#kamehamehamlet#theater#dbz#dragon ball#shakespeare#hamlet#waiting for godot#vegeta#freeza#goku#this is about as good a place as any to share that...#I only just realized after spending a day in Adobe Illustrator that I've just made the IKEA logo...
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hii, i really love your art! can i ask what the brush you usually use for lineart / sketching is? i’ve been looking for a brush like that for a while and I really like how smooth and dynamic your lines are
Thank you so much for the kind words!!! I normally do a lot of “lineless” art and have only recently been confident in my lineart. I’m really happy you’re enjoying my work!!!
The program i currently use to draw stuff is Procreate and a lot of my brushes are from the default sets that comes with the app. These are the current brushes I use! I do have a preference for brushes that can taper or fatten up depending on how much pressure i apply or tilt of my pencil. My go to combination Shale + 6B pencil but depending on the mood its Chalk + 6B Pencil. Right now i have been experimenting with Gesinski Ink and Frilly (by twulfs which i highly recomend downloading! they have a lot of delicious crisp brushes in there foor lineart).
I took the chance to show off what the brushes look like if i just draw using one brush with my OCs. (left to right; Leche, Mansi, Ysa, Bini and Lami-a)
Also dont be fooled by the smoothness!!!!! I rely on the undo button a lot.
#narwhal speaks#anon#brushes#procreate brushes#farmer Leche#farmer Mansi#friends kiss too#ysa#bini#oh kanamit#lami-a#not lami-a accidentally looking like hs aradia#crie
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hi i just found you thru your dragon acct and i love your work!! can i ask what brushes you use :0 i just love the texture you get on your bushstrokes its so nice 🧡🧡 tysm i hope your day is a good one :)
Thank you so much!! I’m mostly doing the dragons on Procreate and using Shale Brush from the default calligraphy library.
I also draw in Photoshop a lot and like using Kyle’s Inkbox - Classic Cartoonist and Kyle’s Drawing Box - Happy HB (btw u can download Photoshop brushes to Procreate and vice versa!)
Hope this helps :3c
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do you have a synopsis for curated curios? :3 The art looks super interesting!
Oh thats such a fun question!!! I guess I've never posted like a general synopsis before - lemme ramble!
Curated Curios is an anthology of short stories set in this fantasy universe I have built up. Each chapter is a short story from somewhere across The Continent, (which if you click here I have an interactive map of!) Some chapters are standalone short stories exploring the world, and others will contribute to an underlaying story.
Oh, also - there is an underlaying story. We follow the masked Curator and his crew on a voyage across the world. Having just rounded the first half of The Continent and braved the Western Deadlands (which if interests you, is a lil web novella you can go read for free right now!), the ship now rests at the southernmost tip of the Shale Flats. They follow the coast counterclockwise, on route to the warm wind from the north, and looking for a mysterious Her.
What are the intentions of this masked cult? Who is She? And what lies underneath that golden mantle...
And, I feel like I'm boosting this all the time, if you want to get a general vibe for the Curator's storyline, please check out this video!
But yeah, thats pretty much the gist! If you have a look through my tumblr I post pretty constantly about this universe in the little writings underneath my art. In fact, a few of the swords I made last month were from this story or the universe!
FAMILY HEIRLOOM - Redwood! This is quite an important sword
ASYMMETRICAL - The Curator's Blade
LANTERN - From the Island of Ghosts
CHAIN - A trapped Auramic Entity
SHELL - From Chiton
VEINED - From Marrun
WITCH - From the Pinelands
Also mainly for new followers (which, hello! thank you all for joining me!) if you like magic items, and want to explore this world even more there's 59 magic items I've made for this world, all usable in your DnD games! Going to add the mentioned swords above to this list when I get the time to write up their stats!
If you can spare a coin, this project is entirely funded by my Patrons, which is just £1!
The first chapter is free! Click here!
And you can read the rest here!
Thank you for the ask, and sorry for this post ended up so big! If you ever have questions about the project, as you can tell I am eager to GUSH at a moments notice! Thank u again! <3
#i will utilise my degree in creative writing or die trying#but THANK YOU this was cathartic#and yes ! to all my new followers who joined over the month#hello hello! i hope you stick around!#maybe read a story?#but until I can get Sprout stuff off of the ground CC is on a little standstill#BUT maybe ill get one of the unrelated fun short stories out to you all soon?#want to explore the backstory of the veined sword 👁
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Alie alie alie can you please walk me through your iridescent typography on your Arthur tropes set? It’s so p r e t t y
ahhhh shale thank you so much!! i use this style of typography quite often actually, it's one of my faves. here are the steps i've done to get this text effect (from this gifset):
first things first, i just typed out my text in a gray color, and set the blending mode to difference (exclusion could also work). i usually use white or gray text for this effect, but sometimes it also looks great if you use a color present in the gif (for example green) instead of white. i know for the first gif in this particular gifset the text was red, not white, for example. this is what i have, which is already halfway there:
then i am adding a color overlay matching the bg color of the gif (open the layer style window by double clicking the text layer), and i'm setting the blending mode to color dodge. i usually play around with color dodge, color, hard light, pin light, and multiple. i just use what looks best for the gif.
sometimes a gif doesn't need it, but i will also try out a gradient overlay on top of the color overlay. in this case i went for a green gradient with the blend mode set to multiply to add more depth to the text.
and finally i just added some black drop shadow to make the text more readable. and that's it!
i use this method really often and i usually just play around with blend modes and opacity percentages for the color and gradient overlays layer styles. i also have saved a couple of styles so i don't have to manually put in these settings everytime and have a base to start with.
hope this helped :D
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Yoooo!!! I love your art so much, it's so smooth and fluid and pretty, especially with the Separated Au! What kind of brushes and art program do you use 👀?
Thanks!!!
I use Procreate, and recently I've mostly been using the Shale Brush in that program in my recent art
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[ID: gif that says SHALE'S 1K CELEBRATION with a smiling anakin skywalker portrayed by hayden christensen. end ID]
Hi all i can't believe we've reached this point already 🥺 Thank you so much for following me and sharing in my love for star wars! To celebrate i will be taking requests to give back to all of you.
RULES:
- must be following me
- like/reblog this post
- one request per person
- anonymous will be turned off. if you don't want me to put your name on your request gifset, please let me know
- request must be star wars related. Please see this list for media i will gif.
- i will take requests until June 17th.
These will take a long while so please be patient. If something comes up and I won't make your set for some reason i will message you back privately.
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Please send me one emoji from the options below: -> link to askbox
All Followers:
🎭+ make me choose between two options (star wars related only)
🎉 + a quote or song of your choice (you can suggest a character or dynamic but no promises) (example 1 & 2)
💞- timestamp roulette of movie/episode/show of your choice (example)
Mutuals Only:
💐 - color gradient of two colors of your choice PLUS one of the options above (example, example 2)
mutuals listed/tagged below
If you’re not listed and my main blog (rebelarkey) is following you or a sideblog of yours pls let me know. You won’t show up on my mutuals list if I follow a sideblog.
@achingly-shy @aemondtargaryenn @aleksandriel @alexasbliss @anakinky @anakins @anakin-skywalker @anakinskywalkerog @anidalaangel
@babygirlanakin @buffy-summrs @calkestis @cal-kestis @capablecapybara @chrrispine @cobbbvanth @commander-codys @cottagecorellama @cptsd-skywalker
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#milestone celebration#1k followers#tusererika#userxoames#useremi#tusernicky#userkosmos#useralison#tusermelissa#tusergeo#userpegs#userpickles#userisaiah#usernik#userelio#xuserann#userhannah#userem#usernowz#*shale.1kparty
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They just posted the lyrics to Valentine………brb I need to go sob in the corner. It’s the break up song/heartbreak song I was scared of (in a good way) “dream of the day you were eating for two” 💔 “I’m so scared to give you up” 💔 “I cover myself in tattos of us” 💔 “I’m so much better with you” 💔 “Baby it’s harder to breathe when you’re gone”
It feels like the sad ending to the trilogy of Coraline, If not for you and The Loneliest (also I feel like there are references to those songs - lost the fruit of her womb, you’re still the oxygen I breathe)
This is such a good song already and I haven’t even heard the whole thing yet ❤️🩹
"Valentine, my decline was so much better with you" kills me.
Dating Valentine didn't cause the decline. Loosing Valentine didn't prompt the decline. Even though she's the subject of the song and was Damiano's S/O, she is just as powerless to stop him declining as we are. She had to watch as he resigned himself to it and it makes me understand why Valentine left. Its especially heartbreaking because the way he sings those last lines reveals how deep and intense their love was. He's almost screaming. Valentine must have been torn to pieces loving someone who was self-destructing. Even Valentine leaving didn't prompt Damiano to stop resigning himself to this decline. He just reflects back on how Valentine made the misery more bearable.
"I cover myself in tattoos of us and dream of the day we embrace and combust"
that lyrics reveals just how self-destructive Damiano is. He doesn't want a life with Valentine. He wants to touch her one more time before they cease to exist entirely. His ideal final act of devotion to each other is essentially dying together. Its beautiful and poetic but it's also dark. Damiano has been happier recently, thank god, but when he wrote this he was in a really dark headspace.
It also reminds me of Icarus, who Damiano has always related to worryingly. It's like if Icarus saw the wax on his wings melting and knew he would drown, accepted it. Maybe Icarus got too close to the sun on purpose because he figured this was inevitable.
Personally I see the trilogy of Marlena, Coraline, and Valentine. Marlena is the joy, frivolity, and occasional turbulence of youth. Coraline is the devotion to love someone through the realities of suffering. Valentine is the delirium when the indestructible and permanent crumble like shale.
*this is just my interpretation*
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Meat and Greet
Spencer x gn reader
Warnings: Kidnapping, Drugging, Spencers kind of a creep, swearing (i probably missed something let me know!)
An: hope y'all like it! 😊💚
Part 2 -smut
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I threw my head back and let out a sigh, placing my hand on the key and turning off the car.
'I hope this goes well and I find what I'm looking for.'
I reluctantly get out of the car and walk up the driveway.
I was meeting with Mr. Spencer Charnas about the disappearance of a few girls in a nearby area. Charnas is one of the main suspects. Why am I going alone in the house of a potential kidnapper and or murder? Well to get the latest scoop on the kidnapping case! What would any other good reporter do?
I walk to the front door. 'here gose nothing' I sigh once more before Knocking.
On the second knock a man about 6 feet maybe a little shorter with dark short hair answers the door. "Good afternoon I'm looking for a Mr. Spencer Charnas!" "Im him." He answers with a slight kind smile. "Oh well I'm Y/N L/N with The Haddonfield Press! I believe we talked on the phone correct?" "Yes! It's a pleasure to meet you Mx. L/N! Please come in!" I nod and walk through the door with Spencer following not to far behind.
" just go straight and take a seat on the sofa. Would you like anything to drink Mx?" "Sure!" I say taking a seat on the black leather sofa. "What do you got?" "Well I have water and tea that's about it." He chuckled, " I haven't been able to get to the store lately. It's kinda hard to leave the house when everyone thinks you kidnap people." He chuckles sadly "I'll take some tea." I smile back sadly "okay two teas coming right up!" He says trying to sound more cheerful. I nod and take out my notebook and everything else I need to start writing notes.
Not too long passes before Spencer comes back with two mugs of tea. "Here you go Mx." He says handing me the warm mug and taking a seat in the chair in front of me. “Thank you!” I say taking the mug and taking a sip after he takes a drink out of his own mug.
‘He wouldn't drug an entire thing of tea would he. Would he?’ I cleared my throat and began the interview. “So Spencer… may I call you Spencer?” “You sure can!” he smiles “Okay, so Spencer I am here to try to get your side of the alleged kidnapping, Let's start with a simple one shale we?” “I would like that very much.” he lets out an almost nervous laugh.”So did you do it?” you look at him and giggle. He laughs with you.
“Well what do you think? I mean you're the one who came to the house of an alleged kidnapper alone, might I add.” my heart feels like it skips a beat. “W-what? I never told you..” I trail off feeling suddenly dizzy, my vision begins to double. “What were you saying Y/N?” I can't see much but I can tell that Spencer had an evil smirk on his face. “W-what did you do to me…?” That's all I could get out before everything went dark.
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When I wake up all I see is darkness. “What the fuck?” “Ah! Y/N you're awake!” the voice of Spencer booms from above me. Wait? Above me? I look up and with the faint light I see Spencer. “WHAT THE FUCK SPENCER?!” “Oh love what's wrong?” He asks with mock kindness. “Warre the fuck am I Spencer?” I respond with more calmly. “Well you're in the pit that's dug in the floor of my basement.” “YOU ACT LIKE THATS A NORMAL FUCKING THING!”
He shrugs and walks away. “Wait! Don't go!” “Why? Are you scared?” He teses. “No.. I just want to know why you kidnapped me? I mean like i was trying to clear your name, and how you repay me is throw me in a fucking hole in the ground?” “Well my friend… You're here because you intrigue me Mx. L/N. I have been reading your articles in The Haddonfield Press for a while. I got to say I'm a big fan of your work! But by far my favroit article you have writen is the one about how the Dhamer series effected the family’s of his victums, I mean that guy was realy fucked up!” “And YOUR NOT?” “Let me finish!” Spencer snaps. If i wernt scared i sure a fuck was now. He sighs “As I was saying I love your work and when you called about an interview well I couldn't resist taking you for myself.” He chuckles.
Tears threatened my eyes. “Oh don't cry my love! I won't hurt you, I would never do anything to harm you because I love you.” a moment of silence fell upon the two of us. “Well imma turn in for the night. Goodnight my love.” Without another word he left the side of the pit and I heard a door open and then slam shut, dirt falling from the dirt walls of the pit coating the top of my head with dirt causing me to cough. I finally take a look at my surroundings. There's a dirty looking mattress in the corner of the pit with a bottle of water next to it. As I pick up the bottle of water I find a note taped to it. It reads
‘Stay hydrated my love!’ ~ S<3
I roll my eyes and take the note off and throw it as far away from me as possible. “Fuck it” i say sitting on the mysteryus mattress. I lay down and close my eyes ‘this is going to be interesting.” I sigh for drifting off to sleep.
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An: let me know if y'all want a part 2 I am planning on making this a series or something any way love y'all 😊💚
#ice nine kills#spencer charnas fanfiction#spencer charnas imagine#spencer charnas#spencer charnas x reader
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Kinktober #14: Suits/Uniforms
The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, and divider made by @gothdaddyissues, thank you both so much!
Pairing: Aether/Cirrus
Summary: Aether wants to help Cirrus burn off some adrenaline post-Ritual.
Contains: fingering, clothed sex, and Prequelle uniforms bc ohh boy as much as I love the Era V uniforms, the Era IV ones are hot as hell
Read under the cut or on AO3!
They break off in pairs and groups of threes after the Ritual, ducking into dressing rooms and alcoves. The adrenaline runs high, eyes glinting behind glamours and if they weren't carefully disguised away, tails would be lashing teasingly behind them.
Aether grabs Cirrus's hand, shooting her a questioning look through his chrome mask. She tilts her head and smiles under her balaclava, letting Aether lead her by the hand into the nearest dressing room. He shuts and locks the door, turning to the ghoulette and unlatching her mask.
"I can't get over how good you look in this uniform, love," Aether hums, setting her mask down on the table. She pulls down her balaclava, taking a deep breath and wiping her mouth.
"Fuck, still not used to breathing in that," she says, pressing her back against the wall, her head thudding back as she shuts her eyes.
"You could have fooled me," Aether says, rubbing his thumb over the knuckles of her hand that he's still holding. "You do such a good job every night, I swear you could have been doing this as long as me."
Cirrus's cheeks flush, the human glamour beginning to fade, revealing shale grey skin, darker at her cheekbones and tips of her pointed ears. "Thank you, Aether," she hums, chest still heaving as the adrenaline fades. "Means a lot."
Aether licks his bottom lip, smearing the remaining grease paint. "You wanna burn off some adrenaline, or do you wanna wait for the hotel?" He asks, staring at her with violet eyes, pupils starting to blow.
Cirrus chuckles, slumping back against the dressing room wall. "I'm dead on my feet, Aeth," she laughs, "I don't know how you could be ready to go."
He smiles at her, sinking to his knees at her feet. "I've been doing this a bit longer than you, dearheart," he says. "You did such a good job out there, and you looked so good doing it. May I reward you, Cirr, make you feel good? I wouldn't ask you to return the favor."
She tilts her head as he gets to his knees. "Aether," she whispers, pressing her back against the cinderblock wall. "Please."
He smiles brightly up at her, reaching up for her suspenders. "We'll get you off quick, so we can get to the bus and get you to bed, huh, dearheart?"
She nods as Aether unclips her suspenders, reaching for the button of her sweat soaked jeans. Aether pulls the zipper down, not breaking eye contact with her the entire time. "I got you, dearheart, let me make you feel good."
Aether reverently pulls down her jeans past her hips, hooking his fingers into the elastic of her black panties. She nods, and he pulls her panties down, revealing a patch of dark, well-groomed curls. Aether groans, glancing back up at her face. He's still completely dressed in his concert blacks, chrome mask still covering most of his face.
Cirrus moans low in her throat, head bumping against the wall as Aether's thick fingers begin petting over her clit. "Aeth," she sighs, eyes fluttering shut.
"Yeah, dearheart, just relax for me," he says, nudging his hand further between her thighs, her pants and underwear pulled down just enough to give him access to her core. He slips his fingers between her folds, nudging two inside of her.
She sinks her unglamoured fangs into her lip, and tries to reach down to hold on to something, his mohawk, but her hands bump into his masked face. She wraps her tired fingers around the chrome horns, whining as he gently thrusts into her.
"That's it," he hums, leaning forward and pressing a kiss just above her curls. It leaves a dark stain of grease paint, and he groans at the sight.
Cirrus pries her eyes open, staring down at him as he fingers her. "Fuck, Aeth, shit," she whispers, hips grinding against his hand.
"So beautiful, dearheart," Aether coos, fingering her like he hasn't spent the evening putting his all into playing guitar. His knuckles probably ache, and Cirrus can't help but feel guilty. "Hey," Aether gently interrupts. "I can practically hear your thoughts, Cirr. If I didn't want to do this, I wouldn't have offered. Besides, I like watching you like this, all dressed up and feeling good."
Cirrus groans, bucking her hips against his fingers. She can't really read his expression, him still being masked, but her face is on clear display, and in the time she's known him, Aether is excellent at reading people. "Fuck me, please," she breathes, giving in to the pleasure he's giving her.
He chuckles, kissing her hipbone and leaving another black smudge. "Maybe at the hotel, dearheart, let's just focus on this right now." He swipes his thumb over her clit, watching her expression morph as he rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Cirrus keens, head slamming against the wall, but the dull pain is nothing compared to the bright pleasure coursing through her. "Right there, cosmos, fuck, please, right there!" She cries out, trying to spread her legs further, to get him deeper, but her dress pants restrict her movement, and she grinds helplessly onto his fingers.
"Of course, dearheart, I'm not gonna stop," Aether reassures her, staring up at her from his knees. "I've got you, pretty girl."
She gasps as he presses into a sensitive spot, back arching off of the wall. "Fuck!" she shrieks, one of her hands flying up to cover her mouth as she cums without warning. Her cunt clenches around Aether's fingers, soaking him up to the wrist with her slick.
He coos, working her through it until she whines, pulling his hand away from her sensitive core. "So good, Cirr," he hums, licking his fingers clean. "How you feeling, baby?"
She sighs, body trembling slightly, her stomach flipping as she watches him. "Good, cosmos. Really good," she whispers, slumping back against the wall. "Who are you rooming with at the hotel, again?"
Aether laughs, groaning softly as he clambers back to his feet. He pulls her into a kiss, carefully avoiding the edges of his mask. "I was rooming with Dew, but I'll send him to Mountain for tonight, dearheart."
Cirrus grins, her lips smeared with Aether's grease paint. "Let me return the favor, Aether."
He grins, carefully setting her mask back over her face. "That sounds like a plan."
#ghostober#kinktober 2023#the band ghost#the band ghost fanfiction#aether ghoul#cirrus ghoul#aether/cirrus#dot’s writing
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Hey Sulky! I'd love to see something with the Origins crew for the prompt "They all have different drinks in the morning, and all of them know by heart what and how the others like to drink theirs (for example coffee, tea and energy drink, coffee with milk, tea with a tiny bit sugar, and a very specific brand and sort of energy drink)" in 600 words or less!
Happy Friday, Lucky! Have 600 words on the nose of a slice of life of the DAO crew's morning drink habits for @dadrunkwriting
The door handle rattled loudly. “Breakfast!”
Ris groaned and rolled to her back. Leliana was always too chipper in the mornings, but this time she seemed particularly grating. It made sense, and she’d regret it if she didn’t take advantage of it: real food, not a cookpot of whatever oats and barley and bits of dried meat they’d scraped together. The arl’s estate in Denerim was by far the nicest place they’d slept, even if the arl himself left a great deal to be desired.
As she sat up, Alistair grumbled sleepily and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “Five more minutes.”
Five would turn into ten, then twenty, then an hour, and breakfast would be cold or gone before they made it down. “Now,” she yawned firmly. “Bacon, Alistair. Bacon and real bread and tea. With milk.”
That got his attention. “You think?”
“We’ll never know if we don’t go down there.” She slipped out of his grasp and tugged one of his shirts on. "Come on.”
He sat up, stared blearily at her – his – clothes, then handed her the belt from his trousers. “Dress fit for a queen.” It practically was, minus the ‘queen’ bit. With the belt around her waist, it bunched and flared out almost like a dress should. Alistair was big, even for a human, and though Ris had the height to look most elven men in the face, she was still slender.
A quick kiss later, and they headed downstairs and found Zevran and Leliana already eating, while Morrigan stirred her usual strange herb concoction in a wooden cup - not quite tea, because it dissolved instead of steeped, but something like it. “Thought you'd be in bed at least until lunchtime,” she muttered.
Alistair blushed as he sat down as far from Morrigan as the table allowed. Leliana passed him a mug of tea, and he frowned at it, then her. “Did you –”
“It's got all the milk you want,” she interrupted as she offered a different to Ris as while she grabbed a plate. “And none of it for you.”
Ris smiled in thanks as Sten appeared in the doorway holding a tankard. “The brewmaster was reluctant to part with ale this early, but I prevailed.” He put it down at an empty seat, then walked around to the coffee pot.
Zevran grinned and slid a cup in front of him. “No need, my good Sten. I have yours right here, and with enough sugar that the spoon stood at attention, as befits a warrior of the Beresaad.”
“Your attention to my preferences will not make you any safer when my people return to conquer these lands.”
“Ah, but they will make me safer now, will they not?” Zevran replied cheekily. “If I please you now, will you hold the line more firmly? Turn a blade meant for my back?”
Sten rolled his eyes as he sipped his coffee. Ris had sampled it once, and had found it so painfully sweet she thought her tongue might shrivel up and die, like a slug that had been salted.
Wynne, Shale, and Ohgren were still missing, but that wasn't much of a surprise. Ohgren was likely sleeping off a hangover, and Wynne had probably awoken hours ago and gone to Eamon's library. Even as she wondered, Shale came in from the kitchen holding a steaming bowl and followed by a prancing wagging Borkin.
Alistair took a curious sniff as she put it down on the floor. “Chicken broth?”
“The furry squishy one deserves a treat as much as the rest of you.”
#da drunk writing circle#dragon age#dragon age origins#prompt fills#warden x alistair#leliana#zevran arainai#morrigan#sten#shale#mabari#ris
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A True Lady (Part 2)
Anthony x Reader
WORD COUNT: 5054
From beginning / Previous / Next / Master List
WARNINGS: time period sexism, mentions of sex, swearing, implied SA, drinking
DISCLAIMERS
- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand
The next morning you awaken, the memories of the night before a haze due to your intoxicated state. Thinking you’d dreamt most if not all of it, you stood up and pulled your night dress off of yourself. You let out a small sigh as you get dressed. You head to the dining room for breakfast and sit down. Benedict, Daphne and Eloise all having their food. You join them in their conversations when you hear the chair opposite yours move. You look to see Anthony sit opposite you. You make eye contact for mere seconds but you go red and have to break it immediately. It may have been a dream but you can’t help feel flustered. He smiles softly and also joins in the small talk. A cough from the front of the room catches all of your attentions. You look to see one of your servants looking a little concerned. Yoji stand up, worst fears going through your mind. “You have some guests. They are in the hallway” you nod and excuse yourself and make your way to the entrance of the house. All four of them follow you though, intrigued by this guest.
“Fucking hell! Who do I have to screw to get a house like this?” you see your two best friends at the door. You squeal from excitement and run over to them and embrace them both. They both hug you in return “We kept getting your letters and we thought we’d come visit you and see if it was as good as you were describing”
“It is by the looks of it” you nod and pull away from the hug. You turn and see the four Bridgeton’s looking in confusion. You smile
“Umm, these are some of my best friends. Lily and Ivy. Guys, these are the Bridgeton’s. Daphne who’s married to Simon, Anthony and Benedict, her older brothers. Then Eloise her younger sister” Daphne smiles
“How do you know Emily then?”
“Us three used to work together. Before she came here that is” Lily looks at you and admires your dress “gosh you look like a posh prick. No offence you guys” she motions with her hands for you to twirl, which you oblige. “Shit you look hot in that”
“Thanks love” you see her admire the fitting of the body “Honestly you are so talented. Assuming you made it yourself?” You nod as you hear Ivy starts a conversation with the other three. Ivy talking to Daphne, Eloise and Benedict as Anthony joins you and Lily. You smile at him before avoiding eye contact as you feel your cheeks start to flush. Lily smiles at him, introducing herself. He takes her hand and kisses the back of it
“It’s an honour to meet you. I’ve heard some wonderful things about you” She giggles and looks away from him, giving you a look as she proceeds to point at your female friend
“Ivy has just got a deal at work”
“Really?” she nods and smiles
“Going to go in for a high up job in the fashion industry. Certainly pays more than in the factory”
“Oh that’s amazing news!”
“Do you also make clothes?” Anthony asks. Lily shales her head
“No. Ivy is the talented one. I tried making clothes before but I have about as much talent as a pile of shit” you roll your eyes as he looks startled at her language
“I apologise for the improper speech my friend has”
“Wasn’t that in itself improper speech?” he chuckles and makes eye contact witty you briefly before looking back at her
“Its ok ma’am” he smiles at her
“Aren’t there more of them?” your friend queries you as you nod
“A lot of them are outside feeding the ducks”
“Tell me you have a pond”
“I don’t just have a pond. I have a lake”
“You are a lucky bastard you now that right? God” she gasps and clutches your arm in excitement “I’m going to go swimming. You’re going to join me” she grins at you. Anthony laughing at your discomfort. Lily looks at him and smiles evilly “I don’t know why you look so smug. Your also joining us” she grabs his hand “Where is the lake?” she looks at you expectantly “And if you don’t tell me I will annoy you until you do” you sigh and lead her into the garden, telling Ivy where you were heading.
As soon as Lily sees the lake she squeals in excitement. She quickly disrobes down to her undergarments then runs and jumps into the water. You pick up her dress fold it slightly. “Come on in its lovely in here” you go to undo your dress get your hair caught in the top part.
“Ow, ow ow. Umm. Can… can you help me?” you look at Anthony who looks slightly uncomfortable at the situation but he comes over to help you anyway, carefully untangling your hair for you and undoing the top clasp, his fingers brush against the back of your neck and you feel your heartbeat quicken at the slightest touch. You quickly pull away, trying to hide your flushed face as you undo the rest of your dress and strip to your corset and underwear. You turn to face him, noticing his face starting to go pink as he moves his gaze away from you. “You coming?”
“Excuse me?”
“Are you coming in?” you motion at the water. He shakes his head slightly and watches you run and jump in with your friend. You friend swims over to you
"So do you have a crush on him?” she whispers to you
“Excuse me?” she raises an eyebrow
“I saw how you looked at him”
“I-I may have had a dream about him last night which has me a bit flustered tonight” she nods knowingly. You watch as the four others leave the house and come over to join the one on the bank. Eloise looking like she wants to join you but Daphne saying something to her
“I think that they think I’m an improper lady”
“You are” you hit her “I’m sorry you’re in your underwear in water that probably has so much fish and duck shit in. You aren’t a lady” she smiles and nudges you “but who cares. You have so much money and because of that power to do whatever the fuck you want” you nod slightly
“I suppose so. Anyway, how’s your life been? Anything new been happening?” Before she can answer you then hear a splash and notice Eloise managed to convince her elder siblings to let her join you. You smile at her as she approaches
“What are you talking about?”
“I just asked my friend how life was”
“I can’t complain about it. I’ve had better days but I’ve had worse” she half smiles at you, obviously not wanting to go into too much details about her personal life around the girl she’s only just met.
“Shall we head back to land?” you ask as your friend nods and you all swim back over. You get out and give both girls a hand up. Then finding a nice bit of grass and lie down, letting the sun dry you before placing your clothes back on. Your friend sits next to you and Eloise nervously lies next to you. Your friend turns towards you
“When are you having a ball? If you say you’ve already had one and I wasn’t invited then it’s the end of our friendship” you chuckle
“I’ve not yet had a ball. They think I should host one next week but I’m shit at hosting things” You hear Daphne cough above you and give you a look “Sorry. I meant I’m not very good at hosting”
“Oh come on. We used to have great parties”
“Yeah, the ones we used to get invited to. We didn’t host them”
“Yeah but they were great fun”
“If you do any of that stuff at my ball I will throw you out”
“God you’re no fun”
“No, I just like it the idea of you not giving one of the party goers a bad spine”
“It’s not my fault he was shit in bed” you hit her leg “Sorry, I meant to say was he wasn’t the best man I’ve ever had”
“Not better to clarify”
“How can a man be good in bed?”
“It means if they snore or not. If they don’t snore then they are good in bed” you hear slight chuckling behind you, tilting your head you see that the three older Bridgeton’s and Ivy were sat behind you, Benedict snickering to himself at your comment. “It’s true. I don’t know what else it would mean, unless you want to elaborate” he shakes his head
“Certainly not”
“Exactly” you turn to your friend “But I don’t know, I think it’ll be bad. Just get a tonne of alcohol and hope everyone drinks loads so none of them remember” you hear Ivy laugh behind you
“Yeah cause that always works and it’s never just you getting intoxicated”
“Shut up. What do people even do at posh parties?” you turn to look at your four higher class friends. Eloise snickers
“Try not to let guys tread on your toes as they all attempt to dance”
“Shit do I need to dance?”
“Umm, yes?”
“Shit. I don’t think I know any dances”
“Yeah you do”
“Not suitable ones. Shit”
“A lady really shouldn’t use such vulgar language” you hear Daphne say
“Yeah I know” you pat down your body and feel its dry so stand up. “Right, dresses on then time to learn some dances” you brush the grass off of the back of your legs and walk over to the dress you hung up. Slipping it back over your body and doing it up, you place one hand out in front of you to where you think a man’s shoulder would be and then proceed to look confused “where does my other hand go?” Ivy stands up and takes one hand in hers and places the other hand on her shoulder
“Like this” she places a hand on your waist “Now a simple dance is back one foot then forward the other, but you need to remember to do a little bit of something with your hips. Especially as you are a woman, hips are the thing you want to show off. They are one of the more attractive features to a man subconsciously as it shows how good you are at bearing children. So I’d put one foot back then do a hip thing whilst lifting your foot, then go back forward”
“I can’t see what you mean” she sighs and motions at Anthony plus Lily.
“Lily come here. Can you lead her and just copy what I do so she can copy what Lily does?” She says to the eldest brother who nods and stands, offering his hand to you which you take in yours
“So hold my hand, put that one on your shoulder and then this one goes on your hip” you turn to face Lily and try to copy how she moves, accidently treading on his toes several times and apologising for it every time. You let go of him after a while and shake your head
“I’m just going to give up. You guys can all dance so nicely and I just look like a ferret” Ivy laughs. Lily clasps her hands together in excitement
“Does that mean I’m actually better at something then a Lady? Oh look at me. I’m a right posh one I am” she laughs then covers her mouth in embarrassment “I’m sure you guys don’t talk or act like that...” you laugh and sit on the floor and hug your knees.
“Is it lunch time yet. I’m starved”
“Do we get to eat posh food?” you nod and smile
“Well, I still cook most of it but it’s in multiple pans rather than just the one”
“Very, very posh indeed then” you help Eloise put her dress back on, seeing your friend is able to put hers on on her own.
After lunch you sit once again in the library, reading a book. A knock on the door brings you out of the story “Come in”, expecting it to be one of your friends. Anthony walks in. You smile at him “Hi, I wasn’t expecting it to be you” he nods and shuts the door.
“I just thought I’d come and see how you were, your friend with the colourful language is having a bath and your other friend is talking to Daphne I believe” you nod and pat the sofa next to you. He comes over and sits down “your friends are very... intense”
“Yeah, Lily doesn’t really have any social boundaries and Ivy is quite shy. But I love them both and couldn’t picture my life without them” he nods and leans back into the corner of the sofa, eyes watching you. You feel your cheeks go a slight pink under his gaze but shake it off as nothing. “Why did you come in here?”
“I wanted to chat. Just us two. Away from prying eyes” you nod “I-I can’t remember much from last night. I remember us talking but that’s about it”
“Wait we talked last night?” he nods slowly
“Do you not remember?” you shake your head
“I thought I dreamt it all to be honest” you chuckle nervously “I think I need to make less strong drinks in the future” he chuckle and nods. He leans forward and moves a strand of hair behind your ear. You try to control your breathing as he gets closer to you. “Sorry that was... wrong” he moves his hand away but you shake your head. “I respect you a lot and I don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable” he says in a stricter tone. More to himself then you. You turn to look at him again. Eyes fixated on his lips. He smiles slightly.
“I respect you too” you whisper out as he nods.
“I’ll see you at dinner m’lady” he gives you a small smile before he stands up, exiting the room.
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Over the next few days you all get along nicely, but when you mention a ball the Bridgeton’s say they will help you plan one. So after about a week of planning, arranging and sending out invites it finally comes to the day of your ball. You nervously pace around your room. Daphne comes in and gently places her hand on your shoulder “You will be fine. Mama will help you as much as you need as she is an expert with parties such as this” you nod
“Do I look ok?”
“You look beautiful”
“I think I might vomit”
“Don’t do that. You’ll ruin your lovely dress” you nod and wave your hand in front of your eyes to try and hold back tears. She smiles kindly at you and holds her arm out for you to take which you do. She leads you down the stairs, your guests waiting for you in the hallway of your house. Lily is the first to speak
“You look amazing Emily”
“Thank you my love”
“Honestly, that dress makes your tits look amazing” you roll your eyes at her as you now feel every pair of eyes subconsciously look at your chest and then back at your face.
“God I may pass out”
“Don’t do that” Daphne calms you by your side, gently patting your arm “Anthony can you help her please” he comes over and offers his arm in replacement to which you take.
“I don’t understand why I need a man with me. I’ve seen some of the people coming, I’m not going to run off with any of them I can tell you that” you flatten the front of your dress. Anthony leans in to you slightly
“Don’t mess with the dress, you look perfect” you nod and tighten your grip on him
“I feel like a high class prostitute” he looks astonished by what you said but lets out a small smile
“You look like a lady” you smile at him as the first guests arrive.
After about 20 minutes the majority of guests have arrived. Due to your upbringing, you have guests of all classes and backgrounds there. You did not want to discriminate against anyone just because of their family. Benedict and Eloise come over to join you and Anthony (him having not left your side as a form of comfort) as you notice a specific man come in. The arm holding onto Anthony’s tightens “What is wrong?”
“He... why is he here?” you whisper. You feel the brothers exchange a look. Although you remain linked with his arms you feel Anthony gently take your hand in his, holding onto it for comfort. You shake your head and look at the eldest brother pleading for him to help.
“I cannot ask him to leave. It is improper of me. I am sorry” you look at the younger siblings
“You can ask him to leave. We cannot as it is not our house. But it is your house”
“Why don’t you like him?” Eloise questions
“Hess not a nice man... is that his wife? Jesus how did he manage to get such a pretty wife. She looks about 10 though” you take in a breath “Maybe he’s changed. I doubt it but who knows. Maybe he’s no longer a high class wanker”. That’s when what you dreaded might happen starts to happen. He sees you and brings himself and his wife over to you. You break eye contact with him and stare at the hand holding yours.
“Hello my dear. It’s been so long! What, must’ve been about 3 years?” you nod as you feel tears in your eyes. That dreaded night coming back to you
“3 years and 2 months I believe, to be exact” you mentally shake yourself and motion at the Bridgeton siblings surrounding you “Eloise, Benedict and Anthony Bridgerton” they all nod at each other, Anthony lets go of your hand as he puts it out towards the man to greet him
“This is my wife” you smile at her “where is your husband then?” you shake your head
“No I’m not married”
“Why not?”
“If I marry then all my fortune that I’ve earned has to go under his name even though I was the one who earned it in the first place”
“I never even thought about that!” you hear Eloise exclaim
“Hmm” the gentlemen says “I would’ve though with the amount of men at least one of them would want to marry you. I suppose men like undamaged flowers though don’t they” you tense up at his words “I mean seriously. How could a man want to marry you with your dress being so short? Practically just begging for it. That dress is...” he eyes you up and down “well you look like a common whore. Just like your mother” you grit your teeth as the two Bridgerton men go to say something put you put a hand up to silence them
"I am not a whore”
“You could’ve fooled me” You finally make eye contact with him. Hate filling your eyes “I bet you are. How else would you be able to get a house like this? Probably doing sinful things with the real man of the house. Wanting you to dress up like one of his play things”
“I am NOT a whore. I am a NOT some sort of plaything for you or anyone for that matter. I am a woman. No. I am a lady. And you. You are just a boy. I will dress how I want because this is MY house” you let go of the brothers arm and bend down to the hem of your dress, ripping it at the side continuingly up until your whole leg is on show “Now, I want you to leave MY house before I take whatever little manhood you have between your legs and shove it up your own ass” he looks flabbergasted at your words. His wife also looking shocked
“You cannot-”
“Oh but I just did” you take a step closer to him “get the fuck out” you see him and his wife hurriedly walk out of your house. You turn to look at the three who are looking awestruck at you. Eloise is the first to speak
“That was amazing!” you smile at her
“God that was liberating”
“He must’ve done something really bad to you for you to act like that” you nod
“He wasn’t a very nice man” you take her hands “if a man ever tries to tell you to do something and you don’t want to, no matter what, tell him no. You owe men nothing. Do whatever makes you happy. And if he doesn’t take no for an answer, tell him to go fuck himself” you smile at her and hug her. Benedict coughs slightly
“Eloise shall we go and dance?” she nods and takes his arm, leaving you and Anthony by the side of the room
“I am sorry”
“Why?”
“Because he-”
“You are not him so you do not need to apologise” he nods as you look down at your dress “I liked this outfit” he chuckles
“I think that speech and action was worth ruining your dress though, don’t you agree?” you nod and smile up at him. He offers you his hand “I’d like to see how much you remembered from our dance lesson a few days ago”
“Oh... I remember nothing about that and I value your, well, everything to be seen dancing with someone who will likely make a fool of you” he chuckles and takes your hand anyway, leading you to the dance floor. You place a hand on his shoulder and the other in his hand “this is correct, yes?” he nods and places his hand on your waist. You dance around the room, managing to not step on his toes at all. You finish and clap with excitement “I did that perfectly” he chuckles “now I want to get-” you think for a second “I don’t know how to word it in a ladylike manner so excuse me. But I want to get shitfaced” he smiles slightly as you pull him over to the drinks you had for people. Picking up a glass for him, you hear Violet come over to you and give you a smile
“My dear, your dress is ripped” you nod
“Yeah, I think it adds to my look”
“People are looking though”
“And? It’s just a leg. We all own them”
“It’s just. It’s not proper” you roll your eyes
“Should I get dressed?” she nods and smiles at a couple of people who walk past, giving you a disgusted look “wow. Who knew so many people would get offended by a leg” you hold your hand out to Anthony “come with me?”
“Oh my dear he-”
“I’m sorry I either get dressed with him as my escort or I stay down here with my legs on show” you smile at her kindly as you head upstairs with him. You go into your room “Leave the door open. Looks less like a scandal if it’s open” he nods and admires the art around the room as you take your dress off and search your wardrobe for a new and acceptable dress.
“This painting is very good” You look over at him and the picture he is admiring
“Thanks. I painted it”
“Really?” you nod and pull the dress on over you head.
“I painted that one and that one in this room. I modelled for that one” you point at various paintings
“That’s you?” you nod
“Ivy painted me and I fancied it so much I asked her if I could buy it from her. She told me not to be so stupid and gave it to me as a present. She only requests now that if people ask who painted it I say her so that people may buy her art” he nods
“Surely it’d be better in a more public room so more people can see to admire it though?”
“I already feel very big headed having a picture of myself hanging in my house. I don’t need it on display for everyone to see how big headed I am” he laughs slightly
“No I suppose you’re right” he takes a sip of his drink and holds his arm out to you again. You smile and take it, heading downstairs. Lily runs over to you as soon as you once again reach the party, taking your hands in her own.
“Benedict told me that he turned up again. My love are you ok?” she strokes your cheeks and looks into your eyes. She was expecting to see sadness or fear but instead she saw a warmth. Happiness. She furrows her brows as she looks at you then at Anthony. “I am glad you are ok” she kisses you on the forehead as a sign of affection. “You are loved and if he ever shows his face again I will kick him so hard in his dick he’ll see stars” you laugh slightly
“Thank you. I am ok now. I told him to fuck off”
“She did. It was a weirdly amazing scene to watch play out” you hear the oldest brother say behind you. Daphne comes over to you three
“Brother. Mama said we are leaving tonight. She said that it only seems right that we leave Lady Garcia a good night’s rest before we wear her out”
“Don’t be silly. I am happy for you all to stay longer” she shakes her head
“I must also get back to tend to some duchess duties. I fear I may have left my husband for too long. But we shall come and visit you again once I have had our child if that is ok?”
“You are welcome back anytime Daphne. You and the whole family are kind and good people and I’ve had the greatest honour of being in your company” she smiles at you and bows slightly before leaving. Lily smiles at you
“M’lady. Would you let me have the honour of getting drunk with you” she asks as you smile and take her arm.
“I’d be honoured m’lady” looking at the eldest son “would you care to join?” He shakes his head
“I am going to go and join my family” he bows to you both slightly before walking away. You both smile as you go over and pour yourselves a glass of whiskey. Both starting to intake a large quantity of alcohol, Eloise comes over to join you
“What are you drinking?”
“Whiskey. Would you like some?” your friend offers
“Yes. Yes. My brothers never let me have drinks” you hand a glass before Anthony comes over once again
“Thank you” he says as he takes the glass from her hand and sips it
“Let the poor girl have a drink” he shakes his head
“Mother would kill me if she knew I’d let her drink”
“Meanie” you exclaim, pouring another drink for yourself “try some my love” you offer her your glass “if you enjoy it I shall pour you your own one and I’ll threaten to beat your brother if he tries to stop you” he laughs at your words as Eloise takes a sip and grimaces at the taste
“That is foul” you nod and take a sip
“So I take it you don’t want one?” she coughs but look at all three of you then nods
“Give me a glass” the brother goes to object but you simply cover his mouth as you pour a fresh glass with one hand. His eyes soften when you meet his gaze
“It is a party. Let the girl have a drink” you move your hand away “Also, if you guys are leaving today then I don’t have to have the responsibility of looking after her tomorrow morning” you drink the rest of your drink and place down the cup. Daphne walks over to you
“Why is she holding a glass?”
“Because it is my party and I want her to enjoy herself” you look at her “she is old enough to marry then she is old enough to get drunk. Oh I want some food”
“It looks like our sister isn’t the only one who can’t take here alcohol” you hear the oldest say. You glare at him as you get very close to him
“I can hold my alcohol. I am just hungry” he nods
“Ok. Touch your nose” you roll your eyes at him, not playing his stupid little game. He leans slightly closer to you “I’m sorry, did you not hear me. I said touch your nose. Prove to me you are not drunk” you subconsciously press your legs together at his domineering voice, now you are glad you changed dresses as no one can see your legs. You lift your finger up and place it on the end of your nose with ease.
“See? And I can touch yours” you touch the end of his nose “and everyone else’s. The world is my oyster of nose touching” you laugh and link arms with him as you watch his sister down the drink you gave her, gagging afterwards. You wince for her “Yeah it’s a strong drink. Sorry my love. Oops sorry for calling you my love” you smile as you watch her recover from her drink, coughing into her hand.
A couple more hours pass and all the guests start to leave. The Bridgerton’s (apart from your two friends) are the last to go. “It has been wonderful to meet you all!” you smile at each of them as they all make their way to their carriages. You go over and kiss Daphne’s forehead “thank you for coming. Do write to me when you have the child as I’d love to see him” you smile and wave goodbye as they leave your now very empty house.
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hellooo, im asking on the assumption that you use procreate but im obsessed w your line art and everything and curious on what are your top brushes to reach for, lots of love hope ur well!
I do use procreate yes and thank you, I remain very insecure about these things so I can’t really tell you how much joy all these compliments bring me. Like Tiny himself is zapping me with a million kisses.
I haven’t purchased any new brushes though I know I should and experiment more as this would improve things by a mile (creature of habit to my detriment), but the main brush I use for my outline is the ‘narinder pencil’. I use this to sketch out the rough shapes first then add a layer on top with a neater line to establish a proper shape. I tend to only need two layers to get my final outline but you can use as many as it takes.
For the block base of colour I use the untitled brush, because its settings are perfect for building roughed out shading and contour. From there (I have my iPad open for reference because I didn’t actually know) I go for a lot of the airbrushing brushes, the shale brush, and cotton.
I’m expanding a lot on brushes and trying to do research to get myself out of my comfort zone but these are the main ones I tend to use. Thanks for the question, hopefully we’ll see your art soon.
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Oh, more prompts? 👀
Well then, what about 15? For Wen and Zevran (or whomever you think would fit best!)
Thank you for the prompt, Arja! This was lovely to write for them, actually; I hadn't planned out this scene yet, but it fit too perfectly to let go of.
So here is "a gentle “i love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss" from this list.
Vincit Omnes
There was a certain sort of cold, clean awareness that Arianwen only achieved in battle.
She’d heard others speak of this. Expanding one’s awareness across the battlefield was a necessary skill, and when she was really in the thick of things she felt she could see everything from somewhere above it all, like the whole world was engaged in a dance she already knew the steps to. Others did not speak of the euphoria that came with this, the delight she felt when she executed a particular move just so, but that was usually immaterial to Wen.
But this—right now—was much like that battle-clarity, if it had somehow been made warm and tingling, if it had sharpened only Zevran’s face instead of the whole world.
“I think I will be better now,” he was saying now, his ears still flushed to the tip, “Much better.”
How was it that he still wasn’t touching her?
Wen clutched the earring he’d just handed her and stared at Zevran, drinking in the sight of the fire dancing on his skin like she’d never seen him before.
Love. She’d thought it many times these past weeks—ever since she’d nearly lost him to Taliesen’s steel—but the word had stayed stuck in her throat, held back by the size of the word.
Love.
She’d asked him if his jumbled explanation was a declaration of love, but neither of them had really said it. The word tapped the back of her teeth now, even as the cabochons in the earring pressed hard into the skin of her palm.
Wen couldn’t speak without the whole phrase escaping, and she’d be damned to the Void if she was going to tell Zevran she loved him while Shale stared them down from the other side of the campfire. She clasped his hand with her empty one instead, the night crystal-clear before her, and dragged him toward the trees without a word of explanation.
“I hope that this is not the part where you kill me for my impertinence,” Zevran said, his voice giddy instead of wary, “Where are you taking me now, my dear Warden?”
They stopped just past the treeline, still close enough to camp that someone would hear if they were beset by darkspawn, but far enough for the illusion of privacy. That was all she needed; just a little distance to pretend that they were the only two around.
He was just so clear before her—the wispy bits of hair he never quite seemed to pull back with the rest, the lines of his tattoo, the tiny striations in his eyes that marbled a deeper brown amongst the gold, the mark on his lower lip which she’d made with her teeth the night before. Tabris wanted to bite him again now; she was a sharp thing, all claws and teeth and steel. She was not made for holding, not softness nor tenderness nor—
No. No, that wasn’t true anymore, and she knew it.
The gold was warm in her left hand. Wen untangled their fingers and rested her fingertips—only her fingertips—against the soft skin of his cheek. Zevran’ss lips parted just before she kissed them, so his breath traced her lips even before his mouth could. It was the gentlest kiss she’d ever given him, as if pressing too hard would tell him the wrong thing, would somehow make him think that this was still about bodies and weapons and tools.
Wen only parted herself from him long enough to speak, and even then they were so close that her lips brushed his as she whispered.
“I do love you,” she said, for the first time in more than half her life, “I love you, Zevran; I love you so much.”
Arianwen didn’t need to wonder; she knew she would remember this forever, whatever came next for them. “How would I know?” he’d asked earlier, and she hadn’t been able to disagree. Love had never made any sense to her; “you’ll know it when you feel it” had always seemed like a means to avoid the question rather than an actual answer.
But Arianwen knew. It felt right now, in a way she never would have been able to explain. She’d never known joy like this before; like wind in her hair and sunlight on her skin and warm gold in her hand. It felt like warm arms around her waist, like breath stirring her hair in the night, like reaching for a hand and finding that it was reaching for her, too.
How could this be anything but love?
For once, he was the one who pulled her hard against him, who tangled his hand in her hair and kissed her. Their teeth knocked together only once before Zevran regained some of his usual skill and traced her lips with his tongue. This kiss seemed to go on and on, neither one of them especially interested in letting go or returning to the others. At long last, he pulled away and pressed his forehead to hers.
“I did not understand before,” Zevran said, his voice surprisingly contemplative for someone who was breathing so hard, “I did not think—but of course I feel the same, my love.”
My love.
Yes—that felt right, too.
Zevran murmured something else, something in Antivan (which she would certainly be learning once the Blight was over, especially if he was going to keep telling her things in that voice), and kissed each of her eyelids, as carefully and gently as she’d touched his cheek.
They said nothing more; the important things had already been said. But when Zevran pressed her closer, Arianwen bent her head to his shoulder willingly and let herself be held for far longer than she usually managed.
There was a clarity to battle—to blood and steel and laughter mixing with groans in the air. But there was a clarity to this, too, to being held and touched and loved, and she welcomed the newness of it even as she took comfort in the well-worn paths of affection they’d forged between them.
Love.
Yes; that was the right word for this feeling at last. Wen let herself rest in her lover’s arms at last, and her lips pressed softly, softly, to the pulse that thudded safe in his neck.
#arianwen tabris#zevran arainai#warden tabris#dao#my writing#zevwarden#zevran x warden#also have i told you that i really really appreciate you sending me prompts?#because i do. like a lot. like i am sending you a hug and a very fancy fruit basket with a beautifully handwritten note <3#the title obviously from o.vid and his 'amor vincit omnes'#militat omnis amans etc etc every lover soldiers and let me tell you arianwen is a fighter#shivunin scrivening
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Hi, I'm a huge fan of your art style. I like digital painting but I can't quite find the right brushes to work with, do you have any good recommendations/collections? The kinds of brush strokes you achieve in your art is gorgeous.
hi, thank you so much !! it means so much that you like my art T__T i mostly use procreate right now so in terms of default brushes on that i use the spectra brush under the painting tab and the larapuna and old beach brushes under the artistic tab. i also like the shale brush and the chalk brush under the calligraphy tab for lines and painting but i turned streamline for them off (you can toggle it in the stabilisation settings). for custom procreate brushes i use tuhi's brush set, especially the koivu pencil and the vino drybrush. i have found that using a softer paint brush like the spectra one and then layering it with pencil details and the vino drybrush creates a nice texture ^__^
for clip studio painting i like this set and also the default watercolour and pencil brushes... i hope this helps!! and thank you again for the kind words :)
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