#albert Browne

[vryfmi]

happy pride month to a-spec people of Scarlett and Browne series and them only. be a-spec do crime be outlaw abolish government etc etc

[id: three drawings: first one is a sketch of characters, each with their hand raised in gestures of showing a thumb down (Albert), middle finger (Scarlett) and stop hand (Mallory), perspective making their hands look comically large. over the characters are pride flags: aroallo, aroace and ace, respectively. top text spells “NO” in capital letters and it's overlaid with flame and asexual and aromantic pride flags. second one is of Albert about to hit Calloway with a iron railing, above them tumblr post reads, “"what if you havent found the right one yet🥺🥺" what if i hit you with a metal pole”, first part being attributed to Calloway. the drawing is overlaid with aroallo flag. third is a drawing of Scarlett pointing a gun at a viewer with a grin-scowl, above her tumblr post reads, “as an aroace, im particularly dangerous, because i wont fuck or marry. i only know how to kill.” the drawing is overlaid with aroace flag./end id]

+ references under the cut

posts referenced are by @/life-gives-you-lemons and @/jamierthanyou

[id: image of three cut out and photoshopped together stock images of men, each have their hand raised in gestures of showing thumb down, middle finger and stop hand, respectively. perspective makes their hands look comically large compared to their bodies./end id]

[narinick]

Celebrating the final book of the series…I’m not even finished but already heartbroken in a thousand ways. Shiva, it‘s so fucking good.

[fiasvsesvit]

hm.... reminds me of something..

wait, isn't this..

A LOCKLYLE REFERENCE

[mellowkotto]

The legendary scarlett and browne is gonna murder everyone including myself

No WAY it's actually over. I'm in denial wdym no it's not whatever whatever whatever it's not over no way it's over

Didn't feel like rendering this one

[atinycelery]

The Empty Grave, Jonathan Stroud

The Legendary Scarlett and Browne, Jonathan Stroud

[oatmealdoodles]

they match each others freak but like… in the opposite direction

(also go read The Outlaws Scarlett and Browne, I must spread the word…)

[scaraletandbrowned]

Scarlett and Browne designs that I won’t polish because I HATEEEEE drawing

[edmeom]

The Legendary Scarlett and Browne SPOILERS

Let's gooooo!!!!!!

Shhh.. They're communicating..

[jynersosbaton]

Idk if this fandom is still active but these books are my faavvvorite

[sciroccoorion35]

I wrote a Scarlett and Browne fic! Set between book 1 and 2, Scarlett begins training Albert in stealth. It goes about as well as expected.

Words: 1k

Rating: T

Scarlett stuck her long poking stick into the fire, rearranging the half burning logs slightly. Dusky light slanted between the trees, painting them green-gold. She pushed up the brim of her hat slightly and listened with half an ear to the susurrus of leaves, the fluttering of birds flying home to their nests, and the crickets giving a warm up concert of evening chirps.

“Heard that!” she said, her voice ringing clearly in the hushed air.

She went about getting supper together: bread and cheese and sausages on a sharpened stick, rotating slowly over the fire. As far as evening in the forest went, it didn’t really get much better than this. The air was still warm from the day and the smell of woodsmoke tickled her nose, comforting in its familiarity.

“Heard that too!”

There came a sharp rustling of leaves as something large and clumsy moved through the woods, repositioning to come at her from a new angle.

“No point shifting about if anything within three miles can hear you moving, is there?”

A muffled oath cut off abruptly and Scarlett smiled. He might not be picking up the whole stealth thing very well, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t having some effect on Albert. When it came to teaching him survival skills, he was as eager as a carrion crow on a three day old carcass. He’d listened in positive rapture as she explained dangers of the fens and the woodlands, the black marshes and the sours. He had a tendency to ask a lot of irrelevant questions like “how did the burning zones get that way” and “why are blood moles called that?” She might have snapped at him a few times, but that was only normal, wasn’t it? A person couldn’t be expected to put up with unanswerable questions all day long, after all.

Every evening they travelled through the wilds, Scarlett oversaw his more practical training: setting up camp, finding firewood and fresh water. And for the past few weeks, she’d set him to trying to sneak up on her without her noticing while she cooked supper. He was appallingly bad at this, but she had hope. He was slight of build and quick of mind—when his mind wasn’t quickly wandering off down some stray thought path. He’d pick it up eventually, she was sure.

In fact, she hadn’t heard a noise from him in several minutes, which was already an improvement. She strained her ears for the crunch of a leaf, or the brush of fabric as he moved. Nothing.

“Probably got distracted,” she muttered to herself. “Saw a pretty bird feather. Or decided it would be a grand idea to jump down into a Blood Mole’s den, see if it wanted to join us for tea.”

This area was pretty safe, for the wilds. The trees were close enough together to provide shelter from flying predators, and they were far enough away from the fens to not need to worry about Giant Otters. Really in these woods the only things to worry about were wolves, moles, giant badgers and other outlaws like them. And the tainted of course.

Scarlett set the sausage stick down carefully and stood, turning in one spot, surveying the trees around her. There was no sign of Albert.

“Albert?” she called.

The flutter of a bird was her only reply.

She crept forward on cat’s feet, in the direction she’d last heard his scuffling. She replayed the noises in her mind. Had there been a soft thump there near the end? She’d assumed he kicked a rock or something. Surely if something bad had happened he would have yelped. Surely she would have noticed.

Off to her right, she caught the soft snap of a twig and her head swiveled sharply. There!

She took one more step and Albert came into view, standing quite casually, his clothes hanging off him like loose skin, staring up into the branches of a tree.

“Albert!” she hissed, striding towards him.

“Oh, hi Scarlett! Look at this! There’s moss on this tree that’s the most amazing shade of yellow!”

“Albert! What the hell are you doing?” she snapped, and he finally looked round at her, eyes wide in consternation. 

“Well, I was walking through the woods and I noticed how bright this moss was…”

“ALBERT!” What were you supposed to be doing?”

His brow furrowed irritatingly. “I was…practicing my stealth?”

She threw her arms up in despair. “Shiva! What is the point of being stealthy, if you can’t even keep it in your head long enough to remember where you were going?”

“Yes,” he said, nodding to himself. “Yes, I see your point.”

“Do you?!” Her voice was climbing now. She couldn’t help it. She’d been so very patient with him; for weeks, she’d been patient. But everyone has their limits. “Honestly Albert, I’m beginning to think this isn’t worth wasting my time over. If you can’t even focus for one bloody evening, I might as well not bother!”

He looked up at her, his eyes dark and wounded, like a stuck rat’s. “I’m sorry, Scarlett,” he said softly. “You’re right. I…I shouldn’t put you to all this trouble.”

He turned away, his shoulders drooping and Scarlett clucked her tongue in annoyance. Great, now she’d hurt his feelings. Sometimes he made her feel like a great big mule, trying not to trod on some precious little glass bauble. She hated being responsible for someone else’s feelings. She’d never been very good at it…

An image of a small, round face rose like a heat haze in her mind, wide eyes full of trust.

“Dammit,” she swore under her breath.

She shook herself. That was three she owed the swear box now. Oh well, that was what happened when she lost her temper. 

“Come on.” She clapped Albert on the back, aiming for firm enough to be friendly, soft enough to be comforting. “Supper’s waiting.”

Albert gave her a small, grateful smile. “I’m sorry, Scarlett,” he said as they walked towards the camp together. “I really do appreciate you teaching me. I’ll try harder next time.”

“Sure,” she said easily, shrugging as if it didn’t bother her a wit.

But he did try. And by the end of the week, he managed to get all the way up to the edge of their clearing before she heard him.

[vryfmi]

ah yes, my favourite stroudverse duo:

a badass no nonsense girl with anger issues and too much empathy for her job.

and a former doctor's experiment green boy who's constantly in her head (literally)

[id: a sketch of Scarlett and Albert passing by Lucy with skull in a jar, his ghost manifesting from it. Albert is smiling and waving at the two, Scarlett is sticking her middle finger at them, Lucy and Skull return the gesture. the only things coloured in are Scarlett's hair and Lucy's sweater with orange, and Albert's cardigan and Skull's jar and ectoplasm with green./end id]

[galriando]

I'm EXCITED

[fiasvsesvit]

j. stroud's characters as typical tiktok brainrot comments

(mostly lockwood and co)

lucy "this pmo" "ho is you cool?" "oh..."

george "flying cars they said..." "post this on ig reels" "me when I lie"

lockwood "I love whatever is wrong with you" "mind you this my first impression of you"

holly "hope this helps!", "that's nice honey"

kipps "I'm employed, what does this mean" "I gently open the comments..."

skull "you're funny Imma follow you home" "nurse... she's awake..." "do you do weddings"

kat "go girl dive us nothing" "I'm gonna lie this is funny" "men used to go to war"

barnes "and the world kept spinning" "the bills CANNOT be that high"

bartimaeus "raw, next question", "hey so this is actually insane!" "I did not learn English for this"

nathaniel "idk leave me alone" "keys"

Scarlett "your parents should've slept that night" "I'm gonna hold your hand when I say this" "I ain't reading allat" "this is FIRE🔥🔥🔥🔥 put it out"

albert "yk what hell yeah" "big fan of whatever this is" "We're cooked chat"

mallory "it's not too late to delete this" "I'm employed what does this mean" "mind you, this is my first impression of you"

[mellowkotto]

Just realized that I forgot to reupload this lol

I miss them everyday. 6 months is FAR too long for book 3

[atinycelery]

Ok. Decided to draw this frame of basically the Stroud-verse today. I don't have the time or energy for 31days of pain so here I go with my own Stroud-tober prompt

The Bartimaeus trilogy, Lockwood and co., and The Notorious Scarlett and Browne

If you know what some of these refer to from his three books series, well, then, you know lol. I k some of em are prolly a little too obscure

1. Leather jacket

2. Briefcase

3. Hunting knife

4. Burning house

5. Haunted locket

6. Boat

7. Rapiers

8. Trainers

9. Comic books

10. Rifle

11. Potted lavender plant

12. Feather capes

13. Shining boy

14. Boots

15. Ethnic masks

16. Albert Browne

17. Amulet of Samarkand

18. Biscuits

19. Straw hat

20. Ceramic ducks

21. The Skull

22. Necktie

23. Apples

24. Trolley

25. Thai food takeaway

26. Doughnuts

27. Quill Kipps

28. Goggles

29. Candles

30. Thick books

31. Teapot and cup

[oatmealdoodles]

TOSAB by Johnathan Stroud is a good book and you guys should read it

Bonus doodle:

Tell me this isn’t their dynamic