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Gods don’t fall in love like they used to

Y’know what I don’t catch much these days? That fine Sleeping Beauty from the credits — yeah, Talia. Threw in a bunch of lil’ details in this piece, some real in-your-face, others more low-key :>

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Jacques & The Beanstalk

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kinda rotten

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Yo I like your art the one with prince average with toga features. Its amazing that you can create a style like that.

And I would like a request, which is. The Triplets inventors are Guts and Blackpowder from Roblox, and they are sappers because, you know, they can build, which is perfect. The F7 trios are my favorite, and I notice they have the least triplet content, which is sad considering they are my favorite goobers :( Also your artwork makes me happy❤️

(I'm sorry for the delay :((( I could say nothing I drew felt quite right… but at last, here it is Anonymous!)

I’m definitely not the brightest when it comes to Roblox, so I had to do some deep-diving into guts and black powder!

And yeah… a lot of historical context too. I tried to recreate different outfits and uniforms using direct references from the game, real life, and even fan art.

And that’s pretty much all I have to say about the piece. It was a laborious journey, but absolutely worth it.

I hope you liked it—thanks so much for the request! :>

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5th anniversary for Red Shoes and the 7 Dwarfs! Time flies!

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Damn, I wish I wasn't addicted to this kind of trends

I'm working on a request around here, so far it's been a challenge that I need to take my mind off for a while.

And this was the perfect excuse.

When I saw this trend on blue sky, the first thing I thought was this is so Edda, and tada!

Several details, this is the first time I draw Simon from Wayward, he was the only character that could fit in my mind to do this lol.

Second, the design of Edda and Arthur is basically inspired by cookieek-art's superhero au, technically I don't know if Simon appears in this universe but let's think that he does...

In general that's all; Simon and Edda belong to @cookieeks-art , with this I also want to make it clear that I'm waiting for her next work like crazy since she announced it ;)

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gijinka. human susie

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(Omg so sorry for not specifying that I was referring to Edda in the previous ask, I wrote it quickly without seeing your post on your other blog ah!)

Do Edda's parents in Wayward (or any alternate-reality universe) and Arthur have crossed paths? Is it before or after the events of fic?

(Fandom oc ask meme)

(Lol it’s fine! I was the one forgetting to ask people to specify & not thinking of copying the tags of the post on my other blog. You're good.)

Hmm, I think they most likely has crossed paths in minor ways before. In Wayward (or any au where the main difference is Edda being a villain or a vampire), I can imagine them coming over to Camelot for diplomatic meetings at one point or another. Though I imagine that happening at a point where Arthur is not to interested in learning about other kingdoms leading to him not really paying them any attention. I also do imagine them crossing paths after Wayward, also for diplomatic reasons & maybe to have a talk with a fairly renowned hero that’s also a kingdoms crown prince, and my god does that become kinda awkward. Arthur does not like them, but he can’t really explain his dislike without risking getting Edda in trouble, so he just has to stew in it the entire conversation. Thankfully Eddas parents just take it as him being really serious about his work.

[ID: Two sketches. The first is a sketch of Arthur and Eddas dad, King Frode, a large bearded man wearing a crown and large robe. They are at an event, Arthur wearing a fancy shirt under his usual vest and holding a champaign glass. Frode seems to be talking to Arthur while thoughtfully rubbing his beard. Arthur is visibly fighting to keep a smile on his face, as he internally chants die over and over again. The second is a sketch of Arthur and Eddas mom, Queen Anna, a woman with her hair in a pony tail, wearing a dress and crown. Anna seems to be in the middle of talking, her eyes closed and doing a dismissive wave with her arm. Arthur is looking at her with a serious expression, just barely letting his resentment show on his face. End of ID.]

(Side note, I had a bit to much fun with this idea, so I ended up exaggerating a little with Arthur’s expression in the first sketch, I imagine the second one to be a bit more accurate to what he looks like for most of his conversation with the two.)

As for any au’s in a more modern setting, like the superhero au? Yeah, they are rich owners of a defence company in the superhero au, so I’d imagined they’d reached out or tried to mingle with the f7 at least at a few points. In a more standard superhero au I feel like it slightly less likely as I imagine them to just be members of an old aristocratic family who’s main income is giving tours to tourist in their old family mansion without any connections to any larger companies and such. Though the possibility is still there I grant you that.

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Hansel & Gretel

(Red Shoes is occupying my every waking thought again. Feeling: autistic. Also I just got my illustration degree and I’m graduating in a few days hooray! 🎉)

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Honestly, now i just feel really compelled to make something fluffy to follow up the last post about Edda.

Prolonged angst has never really been ny strong suit...

Maybe... a short little drabble of what happens after she leaves Arthur in that forrest clearing. Maybe a drawing... some comfort for the hurt.

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What is your OC’s ‘‘darkness moment’’ in the plot? 👀

(Fandom OC ask meme)

I realise at this moment that I probably should have asked people to specify what oc they’re asking about. Oh well, considering that Edda is my big one, I’m going to assume this is about her.

Ok, so, if we’re talking strictly Wayward, as in just what happens in the fic. Not counting Edda’s backstory (and oh boy can I go on about Eddas backstory). It’s probably when (SPOILER) Arthur get’s captured by Lord Simon, since that is pretty much many of Eddas fears realised when it comes to Arthur. That she’s going to be the cause of his death. That she’s effectively has traded his life for her own safety, and that if she want’s him back she’s going to have to risk it all and go right where her family wants her to be. (End of SPOILER)

But well, if we’re talking say, post Wayward, ohohohohoh oh boy. Then Edda might one day have to truly come face to face with the realities of having fallen in love with a Crown Prince. Sure Arthur might be willing to bend rules and traditions, but would his parents be as willing, the kingdoms advisors, it’s nobility?

Edda will never be happy as a queen. So there will very well be a point when she feels like she has to choose between future happiness and Arthur.

And you know what. I think in this darkest moment. Stuck against a rock and a hard place. Edda might choose future happiness in hopes that it might make life easier for both her and Arthur. That she might be less of a burden if she simply wasn’t there to drag him down anymore (aka just a smidge of the good old self loathing sneaking up on her there).

[ID: Two sketches. The first is sketch of Arthur sleeping in a forrest opening, beside a stretch of flat blanket with a stained letter, a ring and a small bottle containing small knickknack with some rope tied around it’s neck. Behind the sleeping person another person dressed in a dark cloak disappears into the forrest. The second sketch features the person in a cloak, it’s Edda, she’s dressed in her casual clothes, her bangs hanging loose. She’s hugging herself, one hand clenched above her chest, her face distorted in a grimace only her lower face visible. End of ID]

Of course, she exists in a fairy tale land, a land of fantasy and magic, so there will very likely be a solution for this that isn’t any of those two options. And isn’t the main theme of romance stores that love conquers all?

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Fandom OC Ask Meme

⟢⋱⟡☾ a collection of asks for OCs belonging to specific fandoms

How does (canon character) feel about your OC?

How does your OC feel about (canon character)?

Has your OC ever made (canon character) laugh? / What about cry?

Do your OC and (canon character) ever cross paths?

Which canon character annoys your OC?

What canon character gets annoyed by your OC?

Which canon character respects your OC most? What gained that respect?

Which canon character doesn’t respect your OC whatsoever?

Which canon character does your OC respect a lot?

Which canon character does your OC not respect at all? Why?

Which canon character is pissed off by the general presence of OC? (we all have those people)

Does your OC have a crush on anyone?

Who would probably have a crush on your OC?

Who would your OC most likely to get a puppy-crush on? (but it can’t be the cc they’re actually shipped with!)

Who would your OC say is their best friend?

Who would call your OC their best friend?

Who has brought your OC to tears before?

Who has your OC made cry?

Is there someone your OC didn’t like at first, but then got along with later?

Is there someone your OC liked at first, but then grew to dislike?

Who does your OC hate?

Who does your OC love? (platonic)

Who does your OC love? (familial)

Does your OC love anyone? (romantic)

Has your OC ever had to let a canon character down easy?

Has your OC ever been rejected by a canon character?

Did your OC bear witness to anyone’s full character arc?

What is the worst thing your OC does in their story?

What is your OC’s ‘‘darkness moment’’ in the plot?

What is your OC’s redemption moment?

Is there a canon character that your OC needs to ask forgiveness towards?

Is there a canon character your OC needs to forgive?

Is there anyone who your OC would die for?

Is there a canon character who would die for your OC?

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The Prince and The Vampire

I realised I had this old Arthur and vampire! Edda Wip rotting away in my documents and thought, ‘Hey! I could probably finish this into a small Drabble :]’. Then an hour or so later I had written an additional thousand words and what I was looking at was probably a tad bit to long to be a Drabble.

So uh, enjoy!

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Word count: 2 047

(Warning for canon typical violence, implied violence towards animals and a general lack of beta reading (feel free to point out any typos if you see them))

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It was a cliche dark and stormy night when Arthur first met her. He had been guarding the house of a nobleman after hearing rumours of a vampire lurking nearby. Only a few days before then the household had found two pinprick scars at the throats of their guard dogs, who were still thankfully alive after their presumed attack, so it was highly suspected that if the vampire was to strike, it was going to be somewhere around the mansion. So there he was, sitting on the porch.

He had been alone on that particular hunt, for reasons he a year later could no longer quite pinpoint anymore. Though he was pretty sure it had something to do with a recent argument he’d had with Merlin regarding the idea that Merlins magical affinity was somehow ‘carrying’ the team. Whatever the reason was, the point is that he was alone when he first saw her.

She was a small blur of pale beige in the corner of his eyes at first, and when he snapped to attention to look at her he didn’t really know what she was. He almost thought she was a ghost as he looked at the deathly pale face that observed him from under a dark brown hood surrounded by the foliage of the woods near the mansion. It didn’t help that he only got a few seconds to look at her before she disappeared into the dark again, not giving him a chance to run into the forest and catch her.

After he’d thought it over he figured that she’d been a thrall of the vampire, and he’d sent a quick message into the house that the vampire was near and to not welcome anyone but him inside. Then he began moving around the mansion, to the other openings to see if he could catch the vampire trying to get inside.

It was then he saw her again standing closer this time, looking over at him from the nearby stables. She slipped out of sight and he heard the horses let our neighs of alarm, making him almost instinctively hurry over. Only to find her gone and the horses standing untouched.

For a moment he’d been standing there puzzled, then as he heard the distant sound of knocking from the mansion he realised the trick and rushed towards the vampire.

And only found her again, standing on the doorstep to the servants entryway. Getting a better look at her then only solidified the assumption that he was dealing with a vampire thrall, as she was dressed in a simple dark red robe with dirty light brown trousers under the dark brown hood she wore on her shoulders.

Frustrated, he took a step towards her, and told her to tell him where her master was. At first he tried to threaten her with his sword, but then recalling what he’d heard about thralls from Merlin, and attempted to appeal to the human being trapped under the vampires grasp. A bunch of promises of helping release her from the vampire’s control which actually seemed to do the trick, as she took a small step towards him. Emboldened by this he took a few steps up the porch towards her, which made her eyes widen and suddenly she moved towards him at a speed he didn’t know she was capable of.

He was only able to yelp in surprise as she pushed him down the steps and he hit the rocky ground hard, immediately blacking out.

When he woke up again he was inside of the mansion, and tied tightly to a chair, along with what seemed to be the rest of the household. However it also seemed that he was the only one who was conscious.

Initially he was worried that he was surrounded by corpses, but it didn’t take long to notice the steady breathing of his fellow humans, which at least alleviated that worry somewhat. Then he realised that they might all be tied up so that the vampire could do whatever it wanted with them.

This lead to him aggressively tugging at his bindings when she stepped inside of the room carrying a large bag.

“Oh,” she said turning away from him to look inside of one of the cupboards in the room, “you’re awake, joy.”

“Y-you can talk?” He said baffled, “why didn’t you say anything before?”

“Didn’t want to.” She said simply, moving to another cupboard, seemingly not finding whatever she was looking for.

He squinted his eyes at her. Didn’t want, or maybe wasn’t able to?

“You know,” he said, “my offer still stands, I can help set you free.” He tugged at his bindings more. “Just gotta help me out of here first, not that I can’t fight a vampire with my hands bound, but it would be easier without.”

She let out a snort.

“You’re not going to,” she lifted one of her hands and made quotations signs with them, “‘set me free’, doesn’t matter if your bound or unbound.”

“What?” He said, letting out a laugh that he’d hoped sounded casual, “don’t think I could do it? Lady, I’m Prince Arthur Pendragon, you know how many monsters I’ve killed? Hell,” he grinned to himself, “the fact that this master of yours is letting their thrall to all the hard work means they probably aren’t all that tough. I could take ‘em, easy.”

“Ha!” The woman exclaimed, before looking over her shoulder at him, “tough words for someone who was lights out after one fall.” He couldn’t see her mouth but he could see from the crinkle of her eyes that she was smiling, “also,” she rose up from the cupboard, turning around with a small tin flask gripped in between her thumb and index finger, wiggling at casually, “for such a amazing monster hunter,” she grinned down at him, two sharp fangs gleaming, “you’re pretty bad at identifying a monster for what it is.”

“…Vampire.” he started tugging at the bindings again, bracing his feet against the ground on the off chance he would have to move back quickly.

“Bingo.” She said, the grin growing wider as she leaned towards him.

“I’m warning you beast,” he hissed out at her, “one step closer and I’ll have you six foot deep in mere seconds.”

“Ohh!” She raised a mocking eyebrow, “bold words for someone tied to a chair with his wittle weapon out of reach.” She took a casual step toward him. “Whatcha going to do rich boy, impale me with your foot?” She took another step toward him.

On cue Arthur kicked out towards her stomach heel first, only for it to feel like he’d kicked a boulder, his leg jerking slightly from the impact. Then before he was able to pull it back the vampire grabbed the limb by the ankle.

“Like it?” She lifted his leg off her stomach, “it was woven with wool and just a few strands of troll hair, makes it real hard to impale and easily dulls any blunt attacks,” her grin turned slightly giddy, as she leaned over him “I even got a chance to see when they weaved and sewed it, remarkable craftsmanship isn’t it?”

“Try whatever trick you want beast,” he gritted out, “you’ll never make me your thrall!”

“Ew.” She grimaced, taking a step back and dropping his foot “I don’t wanna make you my thrall.”

“Y-you don’t?” Arthur asked in bafflement, feeling just a little bit hurt. Sure he didn’t want to be anyone’s thrall, but if anyone would make a great thrall, it would be him! “Then why-?” He glanced over the room again, at the still passed out people around him. “I won’t let you make them thralls either!”

“Yeah, I’m not here to get any thralls.” She lifted her hand in a ‘no thank you’ gesture.

“Then you’re here to feast!” He decided, that had to be it! He was here lined up to be the main course of this wicked buffet! Well not if he had any say in it! “I will not-“

“I’m good, I fed pretty recently already.”

“Then…?” He wracked his brain for any other possibilities, “You’re keeping us for later?”

“No I’m not here for any of you, or well,” she let out a snort, “it was pretty sweet giving kicking some nobles heads in I won’t lie about that, but the thing I was here for was this.” She hoisted the large bag over her shoulder. “For such an group of ‘upstanding’ people of the community, they sure had a lot of dangerous magical items and ingredients lying around gathering dust.” She laughed “I even found a box of cursed jewellery in the big man’s drawer, pretty funny considering the tendency of his mistresses going mysteriously missing.”

“You’re lying.” Arthur tugged at his bindings again, finally feeling something loosen in the rope.

“Sure I am.” She turned around to leave, to escape.

“Wait!” He needed to stall more, “how were you able to get inside the house?”

“Oh that?” She looked over the shoulder at him, “a servant heard when you took your little stumble, and opened the door to see if you were alright, when I said that you probably needed medical attention, the sweet guy welcomed us both right in.”

Arthur tore his bounds and pounced at the vampire, who stumbled just out of the way of his arms, swearing under her breath. Then she zoomed towards the front door.

Realising that she was about to get away Arthur grabbed the chair he’d been bound to and hurled it at her, hitting the back of her head. Evidently the hood wasn’t made of the same thing as the robe because the impact of the chair made her fall face first. The bag of stolen goods falling with her, leaving a few of the goods scattered on the ground.

Including a wooden box from which a shining amulet was spilling out.

A very very shining amulet, the sight of which made his head throb, and his hands itch.

That looked very important.

He should probably make sure the fall hadn’t broken it.

He should pick it up.

Try it on.

Never take it off.

Pick it up and never take it off. Pick it up and never take it off. Pick it up and never take it off. Pick it up and never take it off. Pick it up and never take it off. Pick it up and never take it off. Pick it up and never take it off. Pick it up and never take it off. Pick it up and never take it off.

“Hey! Snap out of it!” A gloved hand clasped around his wrist, and something smooth was pressed into his hand.

Blinking, Arthur realised he was kneeling over the shining amulet, his hand just above it as it oozed an ominous miasma.

It was still telling him to take it, but it didn’t sound as convincing anymore.

He turned his hand around to see what had been pushed into it, and saw a small bottle filled with what looked like dried herbs and small scraps of steel.

The gloved hand let go of his wrist and snatched up the amulet, dropping it back into the box which it closed with a resounding click.

“You have a worrying lack of protecting from malicious magic for such a ‘great hero’.”

“What?” Arthur looked up and saw the face of the vampire as she stuffed the box back into the bag in her bag. “What are you planning with that?!” He quickly jumped back onto his feet, but she was already standing in the doorway of the front door.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She grinned at him again, and slammed the doors shut after her.

Once he’d managed to tear the doors open she was already gone.

He stood on the porch for a while, breathing the outside air, rolling the small bottle around on his palm.

He should check on the people inside. He should go and see where his sword went.

Giving one more look at the woods, Arthur turned around toward the door and glanced down at his palm.

He should ask Merlin what the hell this thing was.

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Arthur: How could you do this? Have you COMPLETELY lost your mind? That thing is a KILLING MACHINE.

Gwen, literally just giving an otter belly rubs: Who's a good boy? Who's the goodest boy?

Jack:

Arthur:

Jack, sarcastically: You're right. She's a real danger to society.

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The people have spoken! Here’s the comic script!

Arthur's guide to feeding your vampire!

Arthur: *Standing in front of the title of the comic* Hello and welcome to Prince Arthur's guide to feeding your vampire!

A: With me I have my beloved vampire maiden Edda who will help me show how things should go.

Edda: *Pops into reality, disoriented* Wha- huh? What?

A: First off some of you might ask, why should you feed your vampire your own blood?

A: Easy!

A: Your vampire's going to have to get blood one way or another. Wouldn't you rather it be your own, then some forest animal or random guy?

E: I actually get most of my blood from the butcher or blood food.

A: *Gives her a look*

E: ...and maybe the occasional deer.

A: The point is, you'll be the one to make sure they'll get some easy access to good quality blood and don't have to run around the forrest at night to find any!

Step 1: The Preparations

A: Now we’re in Eddas home and she's set up preparations for us!

E: It's mostly for the aftermath, but *Sighs and looks at the viewer* if you’re going to do this you should prepare things to deal with bleeding and possible blood loss.

A: Both things you're already really good at dealing with. *Turns to the viewer* Now that she got all of these ready I'll sit down and prepare the spot she'll drink from!

A: Vampires can drink from many different spots from the body, but we'll be feeding her from the good ol' classic neck. *Pulls down collar to bare his neck*

E: If where going to be informative about this then we should probably tell them that the safest spot to start with is actually the wrist, or maybe the finger if you only want to give up a small amount of blood. Starting with the neck can be dangerous if you aren’t careful or don't... *She looks away from Arthur with an grumpy expression* trust each other.

A: *Beams*

E: Anyway let's just go to the next step.

Step 2: The Feeding

A: This step's simple! Just relax.

*Silhouette of Edda biting into Arthur's neck*

Step 3: The Aftermath

A: Now after feeding, you'll probably be a bit, tired.

E: *Bandaging his neck* Easy, don't strain yourself to much.

A: *Carefully drinks from a mug with something hot* 'S fine. I've had worse. Remember the time I fought that dragon with those small sharp claws? Had lost almost all of my blood at the end but still won. *Bites down on a cookie with a smug expression*

E: *Squints at him* Pretty sure you'd already be dead if you lost that much blood. *Reaches for the table at holds up a bottle to him* Drink this.

A: *Happily drinks it* Thanks.

A: *Turns to viewer* You might be wondering what all of these things are.

E: They are iron rich snacks and drinks, which are helpful for when you've lost blood, and also a potion specifically for blood loss and wounds that cause blood loss. You can most likely get something like it from your local healer.

A: My beloved has made her own though, which works really well, (even the bite marks go away in a few hours without scars), because she's got not only beauty, but also brains.

E: *Glares at him while blushing furiously*

A: *Smiles unrepentantly*

E: *Looks away blushing even harder* My point is that they should go to an expert about it, it's not something they should DIY on the fly.

A: Is a guy not allowed to brag a bit about striking gold with an amazing partner?

E: *Still blushing* But that's not- *Sighs* I'll go get more of the tea mix, you're obviously still a bit out of it. *Gets the blanket and rearranges a pillow on the edge of the sofa* it should be safe for you to rest in the meantime.

A: Gotcha love. *Lays down on the pillow*

E: *Huffs, the blush growing a bit stronger again, but puts the blanket on him* I'll be back soon.

A: *Smiles after her* And that right there is the other reason you should feed your vampire.

E: *Preparing more of the tea, as well as a new plate of cookies, her face pulled into a frustrated scowl as she grips her lower face with her hand, her cheeks still stained pink.*

A: *Voiceover* You'd be surprised how caring some can be under it all, or how sweetly they can blush.

End! 

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So @pinkrangersarah came up with the idea of a Percy Jackson style au in ancient Greece, we agreed that Merlin would be the son of Zeus, Arthur the son of Ares, the triplets are creations of Hephaestus but brought to life by Aphrodite, Jack the son of Apollo, and Hans we don't really know, do you think he is the son of Dionysus or Demeter?

The idea is that the F7 are the new heroes of the land, you know, monster hunters and stuff

Anyway I made these designs, you know rrh on the left, Gwen (the girl on the right) is an original @pinkrangersarah character along with Aris! read her fanfic to get to know her better :>

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Recently stumbled upon a short unused script I wrote for a Arthur and vampire!Edda comic i never ended up making, but I still kinda like it! The script might need a bit tweaking first (grammar and such), but is anyone interested in me posting it?