#arran draws things

[wizisbored]

@yeehawgust day 13: where the buffalo roam

[localshxrkteev]

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⚔ ORIGINAL CHARACTERS : 🦈 Call of Duty Modern Warfare New War OCs :

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Thomas "Jaden" Jael Riley -> #thomas jael riley

Jay Girasol Riley -> #jay girasol riley

Samuel Lorenzo Magana Riley -> #samuel lorenzo magana riley

Kayden "Vox" Laswell -> #kayden laswell

Josephine "Jinx" Price -> #josephine price

Ali "Viper" Mohammed Keller -> #ali mohammed keller

Arran "Hunter" John MacTavish Harper -> #arran john mactavish harper

Jaice "Scoot" Gerrick -> #jaice gerrick

Blanca "Cotel" Vargas -> #blanca vargas

Pearl "Jewel" Graves -> #pearl graves

Yuri V. Makarov -> #yuri v. makarov

Call of Duty Modern Warfare OCs :

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Baxter "Kinger" Gonzalez Baneblood (Red's Father) -> #baxter gonzalez baneblood

Chyou "DanDan" Mei Baneblood (Red's Mother) -> #chyou mei baneblood

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Bartolo "Sixx" Bernabé Baneblood. (Red's Grandfather) -> #bartolo bernabé baneblood

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I am a 16-year-old in form 3 secondary school student! also minoring in P.O.B (Principal.Of.Business) along with writing!

Creating OCs in writing is what I like to do (I can't draw but I'm learning to)

I like writing and drawing stories and art about my characters or any other people's OCs (We all wanted to have comfort characters in our life or we wanted to comfort them and make them have a happy ending)

I am currently busy at the moment. So please don't expect me to be active all the time.

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I really love making OCs on any fandoms that is base with the Indigenous sides (Mostly the Trini ones) and would love to share my culture with you guys on here.

I love making comics, usually; angst (I'm allergic to angst but at the same time I'm never against it, I just love to make myself suffer lmao) or comedy-themed. I'm a fluff and hurt/comfort advocate (^.^)

I'm an INTJ as well who's OBSESSED with dark and green aesthetics.

I technically can't see so well with my eyes (very VERY blurry) so I wear strong glasses lenses.

I usually listen to music when I draw or write when I'm off of school. If you're like me who's bored and staring at a screen all the time or stressed out due to school work, feel free to follow my Esounds playlist (Since I'm too frickin broke to afford Spotify) and my playlists are yours to hear! (my playlists are my stuff) (￣\/￣.) They are my main inspiration for writing and art.

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[liquorkingdom]

Exploring the Benefits of online Whisky Purchases.

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Wide Selection of Products

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Universal Availability

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A breeze to navigate

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[68spidey]

Done got my ass tagged in a WIP game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!)  I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!! I have a shitton of wips, it’s not even funny. This is all from one of three folders at least. They’re not fandom specific but a lot of them you can probably figure em out!

1. ramona she’s my collar

2. that awkward moment when your brother gets mutated into a gnarly beast

3. one man and one free can

4. ramona WELL..

5. cozy sniper redraw

6. leo and babies

7. leo ANIMAL INSIDE OF ME v edgy blueberry

8. untitled freemance affection

9. black thunder_keaton redraw

10. magic_stiles redraw again

11. spy vs bonesaw

12. sniper n scout redraw

13. slemnder is a giant stickbug

14. oh he angy

15. PAY ATTENTION

16. hard to be the one that survives

17. dance dance revolution bro

18. codywan redraw thing

19. cody and vix share coffee and trauma

20. slade is assigned himbo apparently

21. excited butt wiggles

22. tmnt doodles what the boys do in their spare time

23. i can’t stop seeing you SAINW REDRAW

24. alyx! dog! alyx! dog! i dont know how to draw dog! or alyx!

25. barney likes to give cheek kisses yes

26. bug dad scritchies uwu wuu

27. freemance snugglies and gordon stop chewing on your pencil

28. gorbon barmey alx lgbt pride

29. gordons a bad bitch u cant kill him

30. keep ur glasses on u moron

31. in the night

32. september 9th redraw again Tagging some peeps I suppose (thanks for tagging me in the first place @turtle-ika, now all of MY wips are haunting me!) @my buddy arran if he sees this @hamsterandturtlesoup @penzillathepup I really dont know a lot of other creators lol I’m p reclusive 

[scotianostra]

On October 16th 1516, Alexander Home, 3rd Lord Home and his brother William were executed in Edinburgh.

Lord Home led by his horsemen were part of the Scottish force that fought at Flodden, and was one of the few successful charges of that day, his men defeated the right wing of the English army, it’s a pity other tactics went horribly wrong. As the battle progressed and the Scots were being slaughtered Lord Home fled the field, he did however stay on in Northumbria and attempted, unsuccessfully to to recapture the taken Scottish artillery some days later. This story seems to be more about two men who disliked each other than anything else.

The Duke of Albany was appointed regent for the King, James V who wasn’t yet 2 years old and although Although Alexander Home accepted Albany as Regent things started to go sour when the two had a meeting at Dumbarton Castle, where legend has it, Albany joked about Lord Home’s small stature, quoting ‘minuit praesentia famam’ meaning 'the appearance doesn’t live up to report.’ Their relationship deteriorated and it seems Home tried to garner influence in England, possibly hoping to seek refuge there, sensing things were not going to end well with the new Regent.

In September 1515 Albany forcibly took Hume Castle, and ordered Home to meet him later that year at the Collegiate Church at Dunglass, where he was arrested and imprisoned at Edinburgh Castle. The keeper of the castle at the time was the Earl of Arran and Home’s Brother in Law. Home persuaded Arran to escape with him and take up arms against Albany, they joined another rebel, the Earl of Angus in the Borders.

Moving North they attacked Glasgow capturing ammunition and throwing it down a well, they then headed east and to Dunbar, attacking the castle there and heading south again captured the Chief Herald, the Lord Lyon King of Arms at Coldstream holding him ransom for his mother who was a prisoner of one of Albany’s lieutenants.

After offering a pardon, Albany invited Home and his brother William to Holyroodhouse, where he promptly arrested the pair, imprisoning then on the fortified island of Inchgarvie on The Firth of Forth.

Initially they were accused of the trumped charges of the murder of James IV at Flodden, then of failing to prevent English re-fortification at Norham Castle after the battle.

Finally he and William were charged with rebellion against Albany and beheaded, and their heads displayed on the gable of Edinburgh Tolbooth. In the mid 1520’s Albany was overthrown from the Scottish regency, and lived mainly in France until his death in 1536.

Iain Colville tells it in more detail on his excellent web site Ian the Pict here http://iainthepict.blogspot.com/2011/10/execution-of-alexander-3rd-lord-home.html

There aren’t any depictions of how the Tolbooth looked in the 16th century, the pic is an 18th century drawing. 

[mia-jewell]

welcome aboard, mia jewell, student #12. we are excited to set sail with you ! has anyone told you that you look like sarah jeffery? according to our records, you hail from the isle of arran, scotland, she/her/hers, are a cis woman, and are here to study wildlife biology. we also see you received a spot on the ss university because of your online lottery win — we won’t tell anyone. during your first few weeks here, other students said you were + energetic , + humorous, but also - indecisive. it sounds like you spend most of your time at the student lounge. upon checking your luggage, we noticed you packed an empty scrapbook with scrapbooking supplies. hopefully your roommates don’t steal it!

hello, hello everyone! i am mhai, and this here is miss mia jewell. i’ll be honest, i’m still working out her character a wee bit, but i’ll pop what i have for her down below to help you get a better understanding of what she’s like! if anyone would like to plot/has a wanted connection you think would work with her, please feel free to send me a message! i’m so excited to get to rp with all of you. x

STATS.

FULL NAME: mia elaine jewell

CURRENT AGE: 22 (born september 22)

PLACE OF BIRTH: isle of arran, scotland

PREVIOUS HOMETOWN: isle of arran, scotland 

BACKGROUND.

mia was born and raised on the isle of arran, a small island off the west coast of scotland. her mother and father run a successful farm and are well thought of on the island.

mia is the youngest of four children. growing up with a large family on a small, primarily safe island, led to a lot of freedom. she’s used to running around the island, spontaneously camping overnight with friends and going on hikes and open ocean swims, getting into a bit of trouble in a place where you’re not likely to get caught. while she helped out a lot around the farm, it wasn’t until her siblings started leaving that she was expected to take on more responsibility.

and the thing with mia and responsibility is that when the situation calls for it, she’ll step up. while she might prefer to be wandering through the moors talking to the cows or sneaking the barn cats into her bedroom, she’s hardworking, passionate and capable, she just has a tendency to have her head in the clouds.

so when all but one of her siblings, the brother she’s closest in age to, moved off island and her parents began to talk of one of them taking over the farm in the next couple of years, it set in that if she didn’t leave now, she might not get the chance again. 

which led to her putting her name into the drawing for an online lottery on the ss university, half expecting that it was a scam but not aware enough about how that stuff worked to be sure, and definitely not expecting to actually win. 

but she did! and suddenly all of the half-formed dreams of traveling the world, becoming a zoologist or a vet or going into conservation, working with small animals and big animals and everything in between, are beginning to take shape. and sure her family isn’t entirely on board, but she figures that two years is a long enough time to cool down    right?

PERSONALITY.

mia’s an incredibly energetic and upbeat person, who has a tendency to be a bit of a joker 

she’s also a huge dreamer, and has about 12 different things she wants to explore at any given time, which makes it a bit difficult for her to commit 

although she’s used to the freedom of home and is used to exploring, given her family’s work, she didn’t travel much growing up, so a lot of this is very new and exciting to her! which means she’s up for trying new things, even if they’re not always the best idea 

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

my pals i am down for anything! if you’d like to plot something or have a wanted connection you think mia would work for, just shoot me a message! <3

i’m also down for assumed connections or seeing where the chemistry takes ‘em! 

[chiaki-translation]

New Year! Red and White Kakushigei Tournament! Event Translation Ch1-4

Actually, I’ll be going for a short holiday after today, so expect the next few chapters next week~

Short note before the translation part, I actually don’t know how to translate Kakushigei Tournament, it’s like a hidden talent/art competition? If I’m not wrong, it’s a variety show kind of stuffs where you perform unique talents. Few examples can be seen from the cards from this event, things like belly dance, cigar box juggling, ventriloquism, etc. If anyone knows more about what it is, please tell me cause I’m actually not that clear either~

New Year! Kakushigei Tournament Ch1-4 / / Ch5-8 / / Ch9-Epilogue

Disclaimer:

A3! is owned by Liber’s Entertainment

Translator’s Note: I’m keeping it as Kakushigei throughout the story as it cannot be translated. ‘escape game’ refers to escape room type of game. The shrine that they visited in this story has already been visited during previous event in which I haven’t read the story, so do tell me if there’s any inconsistency in my translation.

Manager:

Then without further ado, I will announce the result of the voting…

A has 13 votes, B has 13 votes too!

It’s a draw!

Kumon:

Eh!?

Taichi:

Really!?

Kazunari:

But A is definitely better!

Citron:

No, no! It’s definitely B!

Itaru:

I think A is better.

Tasuku:

B’s better isn’t it.

Yuki:

A seems to be better.

Taichi:

It’s B! B should be the correct choice!

Director:

I didn’t expect this to be a draw. What to do…

Omi:

It’s a bit of a problem…

Tsumugi:

… Eh?

Anyway, where’s Chikage-san and Banri-kun?

Muku:

Ah, you’re right. They are not here.

Azami:

They were just here earlier, right?

Tsuzuru:

Ah, if it’s those two, most probably…

<Shifts to Road>

Banri:

… I managed to slip away, but I wonder if it’s alright.

Chikage:

It’s not a good idea to break the atmosphere isn’t it.

Banri:

Well, if it continues that way, we won’t be able to make it for the ‘escape game’, I guess there’s no other choice.

This ‘escape game’ is one that I’m really interested in.

Anyway, that voting before, what did you choose, Chikage-san.

Chikage:

I feel that both are fine… But I choose A.

Banri:

Really, me too.

Chikage:

Haha, so we chose the same thing.

Then, where are we going now?

Banri:

Today’s ‘escape game’ is a little bit different from the usual one.

… Look, this is the game’s website.

Chikage:

Eh, this place…

<Shifts to Shrine>

Chikage:

As I thought, it’s here.

I helped out here during the moon-viewing party before.

Banri:

Ah, that one.

If I remember correctly, I heard that you also danced for the offering ceremony.

Chikage:

You’re right.

Priest:

Oh, you are…

Chikage:

Good afternoon, long time no see.

Priest:

It’s been a while.

Thank you so much for your help during the moon-viewing party.

Chikage:

You’re welcome.

… So, this shrine also holds an ‘escape game’.

Priest:

You came to participate in the ‘escape game’ is it.

Thank you so much.

I’m doing this so that everyone can feel the friendliness of the shrine, in order for everyone to be more interested in this shrine.

We believe for the rabbits to be the divine messenger, there are a lot of rabbit paintings and decorations around, and people mostly visit during the moon-viewing season--.

That’s why, we’re trying to do a special event for end of year.

But during new year, people tend to visit other shrines and temples instead… To be honest, I’m having quite a hard time.

Banri:

It’s a real issue for the temple huh…

Chikage:

True that.

Priest:

… Anyway, what’s your theatre company planning to do at the end of the year?

Chikage:

New year huh?

Most probably it’s going to be the same as usual, end of year party and…

Banri:

That right?

The annual Kakushigei tournament.

Priest:

A Kakushigei tournament huh… I see.

If that’s the case…

<End of Chapter 1>

Banri:

I’m home.

Chikage:

I’m home.

Director:

The two of you, welcome back.

Citron:

Welcome~!

You were at an ‘escape game’ right?

Banri:

Yeah. Sorry for slipping out during the day.

So about that vote, have you guys made the decision?

Taichi:

About that, we still cannot decide~

Tsuzuru:

The discussion runs in parallel, and in the end we never get to decide.

Banri:

Seriously.

Tenma:

How’s the ‘escape game’?

Chikage:

They have quite elaborate content, it was fun.

Banri:

It’s located in a shrine, but it was fresh and interesting.

Chikage:

Yeah. Actually, the ‘escape game’ this time is held in the rabbit shrine where we did the moon-viewing party last time.

Kazunari:

For real!? So that shrine also holds an ‘escape  game’~!

Chikage:

We happened to meet the priest there too.

We were asked if we would like to appear at their end of year event as MANKAI company.

Director:

Is it a performance request!?

Banri:

When we told him that we usually do a Kakushigei tournament during new year, he asked if we would like to show it off as an event there instead.

Tsuzuru:

You mean, it won’t be a play, but a Kakushigei performance!?

Kazunari:

That’s lit!

It sounds interesting to do Kakushigei on the stage of a shrine!

Taichi:

It sounds really fun! I want to do it!

Citron:

… I, am inspired.

Tsuzuru:

What’s with that weird look.

Citron:

The previous voting was a draw. So—

We’ll divide the A and B into red and white group, and battle it out during the Kakushigei tournament, how about that!?

Taichi:

Damn! Citron’s a genius!

Tenma:

Huh!? Seriously.

Sakyo:

I have nothing to say…

Kazunari:

But, by doing that we can take the challenge more seriously, and it should hype out the event more, even the audiences will be more excited isn’t it!?

Director:

You’re right…

That shrine has taken care of us during the moon-viewing party too.

I think it’s a good idea to do this kind of performance once in a while.

Tsuzuru:

Well, it’s true that we haven’t decided on what to do for Kakushigei this year too.

Citron:

Yes!

The chance is here, Kakushigei tournament, everyone let’s hype it up!

Kazunari:

You can show off the different appeal of this theatre company as well!

Right, Frooch-san!

Sakyo:

Geez, fine…

But, if you want to do it, everyone has to give their all.

Taichi:

Alright!

This is so exciting~!

Banri:

Then, we’ll accept the Kakushigei tournament performance.

Director:

Yup, let’s do it!

Chikage:

… Then, there’s actually one more request that I’ve received.

Director:

?

<Flashback to Shrine>

Priest:

It’s different from the ‘Moon Recital’ that we did during the moon-viewing party, and we haven’t done it in years but…

The past end of year festival… We used to present a dance for the “Rabbit Lunar New Year Fair”.

Chikage:

Hmm, I see.

Priest:

The dance at the moon-viewing party was wonderful, even if it’s only this year, I would like to revive this tradition, I would like to request this from you.

<Back to Present>

Banri:

The priest also mentioned about a special reward.

Tsuzuru:

Something special from the priest?

It can’t be…

Chikage:

The reward is not a figurine this time, I have confirmed it.

Kazunari:

Oh, really?

Taichi:

What will the reward be~!?

I’m getting even more excited now!

Sakyo:

Even as theatre company, the moon-viewing party was one of good reputation.

I was grateful we received such request that time.

Director:

You’re right. Then, let’s accept the dance offer as well!

<Short Time Skip>

Director:

So, for the dance, I’ll leave it to the members here!

Banri:

Yup.

Chikage:

Please treat me well.

Hisoka:

Zzz…

Tsuzuru:

Mikage-san, please wake up.

Azuma:

Fufu, the line-up sounds good.

Director:

Chikage-san, Tsuzuru-kun, Hisoka-san, and Juza-kun, the four of you have participated in the moon-viewing party before right.

I’ll be counting on you.

Juza:

I’m going to give it my all for the performance this time too.

Tenma:

But, the Kakushigei will run in parallel with the performance, you have to practice for both, it’s going to be quite taxing.

Director:

For the details, I will be meeting the priest in the near future to discuss about it.

Tenma:

Hmm? Someone’s phone is ringing.

Banri:

Ah, it’s mine.

… My bad, it’s a phone call.

I’ll go out for a bit.

Azuma:

Go ahead.

<End of Chapter 2>

Chikage:

…Hmm?

Banri:

Eh, isn’t is Chikage-san.

It’s rare to see you around here.

Chikage:

I was on my favorite curry shop.

On my way back now.

Banri:

You’re a spice maniac as usual… So dedicated.

Chikage:

I’ll take it as a compliment.

Then, what are you doing, Banri?

Banri;

Shopping for the Kakushigei.

Chikage:

Oh, as expected of Banri.

You’re pretty dedicated as the leader of the red group.

Banri:

You said something nice for someone who partly got forced into that position…

Staff:

It’s amazake! Try it out!

Banri:

Hmm?

Staff!

I’m giving out amazake samples!

Would you like to try one?

Banri:

Why not, I’ll take it.

Staff:

Alright, there you go~

Chikage:

Thank you.

Banri:

It’s warm.

Chikage:

… Sweet.

Banri:

Is it really that sweet?

Amazake’s usually like this.

Chikage:

The one that I drink before had ginger in it, I could drink it because it wasn’t as sweet.

Banri:

Ah, I’m the opposite of that. When I was small, I drank amazake with ginger and it was a bit too much, it became kind of a trauma.

Since then, the amazake that’s served in my house was always the sweet malted rice kind and by the time we realized it, it has become a new year tradition for us.

Well, I feel that if I can choose, I prefer the sweet one.

Chikage:

Oh, I see.

Then, would you like to drink my share too?

Banri:

… If that, I have to refuse.

<Shifts to Dorm>

Director:

Then, let’s start the meeting for the dance team.

Juza:

Right.

Tsuzuru:

… Eh, why is Citron-san here?

Banri:

Citron-san is not a member of the dance team right.

Citron:

As White team, I’m going to latch on the Red team’s conversation and check if I can get any useful information!

Tenma:

What is that even.

Azuma:

As usual, the prince is an interesting one.

Director:

Anyway, let’s move on…

When I went to ask for the details, he requested for a casual dance performance for young people.

The acting part will also be similar to last time, and I’m going to ask Tsuzuru to arrange something for it.

Tsuzuru:

It will be a good learning experience to arrange a performance that has been handed down through generations, I’m more than happy to do it.

Director:

About the dance, the Priest will be training you.

Chikage:

He taught us during the moon-viewing party as well.

Tsuzuru:

Ah…

That priest’s training was really a strict one wasn’t it.

Juza:

… When it comes to training, his tone changes completely.

Hisoka:

… Yeah.

Azuma:

Really.

Banri:

On the contrary, I’m actually looking forward to it.

<Short Time Skip>

Director:

Then, that’s all for today’s meeting.

Thank you for your hard work.

Chikage:

Good work.

Citron:

Oh!

Everyone, look~!

Hisoka:

… Ah.

Director:

It’s snowing…!

Azuma:

Speaking of which, the weather forecast did say that it might snow today.

Banri:

No wonder it’s cold.

Tenma:

Oh, it’s beautiful.

Juza:

Yeah.

Tsuzuru:

It’s snowing quite heavily.

Chikage:

Yeah, it looks like it’s going to pile up soon.

<End of Chapter 3>

Kumon:

When there’s snow, of course we have to do snowball fight!

Let’s go~! Take this!

Taichi:

You did it huh~ I’m not going to lose either!

Taichi Special Blizzard Shot!!

Misumi:

Oh oops~!

Take this!

Kazunari:

Sakusaku, you’re wide open!

There!

Sakuya:

Woah!?

Muku:

Make the snow round, then…

Yuki:

A snowman?

Muku:

Yup! We don’t have much snow yet, so I think I can only make a small one.

Tsumugi:

I think even the small one is cute.

I’ll try to make one too.

Yuki:

Then, I think I have a button that will fit a snowman, I’ll bring it here.

Chikage:

The hype is up.

Tsuzuru:

Everyone’s so energetic.

Kumon:

Ah, Big Brother! Let’s play together~!

Juza:

My bad, but we’re going to practice at the shrine now.

Kumon:

Oh, I see~. That’s too bad…

Kazunari:

Everyone, fight on!

Misumi:

Have a safe trip!

<Shifts to Shrine>

Azuma:

When the shrine’s covered with snow, the atmosphere it gives out is quite different, it’s beautiful.

Tsuzuru:

You’re right. I feel like I’m starting to get some ideas too.

Banri:

Oh, there’s a rabbit hut.

Chikage:

The one over here, this rabbit is said to be the rabbit priest of the shrine.

Tenma:

Oh… So, it’s Mr. rabbit priest.

Tsuzuru:

I was utterly manipulated by this rabbit that escaped previously…

Juza:

Yeah…

Hisoka:

It was pretty hard to catch him, it was rough.

Chikage:

Well, it seems that he’s going to stay put today, isn’t it great.

Priest:

Everyone, thank you for coming.

Azuma:

Good afternoon.

I’m looking forward to work with you this time.

Priest:

Same here, pleased to work with you.

Banri:

Then, let’s start our practice immediately.

Priest:

Before that…

Banri:

?

<Short Time Skip>

Tenma:

Why does it have to be us, it becomes a snow shoveling session…

Hisoka:

Snooze…

Tsuzuru:

Mikage-san, please don’t fall asleep in the middle of the snow!

Chikage:

I’m more or less done getting rid of the snow over here.

Banri:

Azuma-san, how’s over there?

Azuma:

Is this alright?

Juza:

It’s a beautiful snow bunny.

Hisoka:

It’s fluffy, it’s cute.

Reminds me of Azuma.

Tsuzuru:

I understand about shoveling the snow in the main road, but I wonder what the snow bunny is about.

Banri:

I wonder. Well, it seems that he’s going to explain later anyway, for now, let’s just continue making them.

<Short Time Skip>

Juza:

…

Banri:

No, yours is not even a rabbit anymore!

Tsuzuru:

Somehow, it becomes a mysterious creature instead…

Tenma:

Banri-san’s snow bunny looks like the real thing.

Chikage:

As expected.

Banri:

Well, this much is pretty easy.

Hisoka:

Tenma’s one is just a round snowball with the leaf ears…

Tenma:

Uh, I don’t know how to make the shape of the snow bunny.

Azuma:

I think this kind of snow bunny is cute too though.

Banri:

Tsuzuru’s snow bunny… Somehow, it’s a bit disappointing.

Chikage:

You’re right.

Tsuzuru:

What do you even mean by that.

Juza:

Hisoka-san’s snow bunny looks great.

Hisoka:

It’s white, and round… I’m seeing marshmallow…

Banri:

Eh, wait! Don’t eat the snow!

Tsuzuru:

Chikage-san’s snow bunny… Somehow…

It has a unique shape to it.

Tenma:

I thought you would make a perfect snow bunny, just like Banri-san.

Azuma:

Fufu, it’s kind of surprising.

Chikage:

… If you are living the normal life of an office worker, not being able to make something like this is normal.

Hisoka:

… Be strong.

Chikage:

Shut up.

<End of Chapter 4>

[enthusiasticclouds-sally]

Everything Comes To Full Circle In The End || One-Shot

Summary: Sally got a vision that prompted her to return back to Scotland

Tw: Death because this is Sally and there is always death around her xD

It was the 22nd, and Sally should be home spending some time with Panic, having herself a cupcake, or just enjoying the company of her dogs. She should be anywhere but where she currently was. 

She was staring at a door. 

It was raining the skies darkened by thick grey clouds. Thunder was roaring loud behind Sally’s ear drums, the rain cold and wet against her pale skin and red locks. Sally wasn’t sure how long she had remained outside in these pouring conditions simply staring at the daunting door in front of her but at last, she brought her knuckles forward to knock clearly against the paneled wood. 

The door opened and a woman with big round cheeks, and grass green eyes appeared from behind the frame. She must be the home nurse.

“Darling, you’re soaking wet! Quickly, come in, come in. You can get sick standing out there.” 

Funny how the woman would simply invite a stranger in, but in any case Sally listened stepping into the home slowly. Sally's eyes began to scan around taking in her environment. Nothing had changed. 

“How can I help you, sweetie?” 

Sally’s eyes slowly landed back to the woman. She felt out of her own skin, as if she was there but not really there at all. 

“Is Arran here?” Sally already knew that he was. 

“Yes, are you here to visit him? He doesn’t get many visitors these days. Who should I say is here to see him?” 

Sally blinked. “His daughter.” 

The woman looked confused now. “I, I’m sorry but I don’t believe I’ve ever heard him say that he has a—” Sally cut the woman off. “If you tell him his daughter is here, he’ll know who it is.” With that, the woman stepped away only to return after a few minutes to face Sally once more. “He is in his room. I can show you where that is.” 

“No, that’s okay. I know where it is.” Sally left the woman without looking back because if she had looked back in that precise moment, she wouldn’t have continued pressing forward. She would have ran out, away from this house, away from her father and all the harsh memories that surrounded him. 

Instead, here she was now facing the same man she had run away from so many years ago. He looked frail, his skin was as white as sheets of paper, skin wrinkled and thin. The clothes he had on hang loosely off scrawny bones and limbs. His breathing was long and heavily labored as he tried to take in oxygen from the tube wiring wrapped around his features, but his eyes, Arran’s eyes were the same. 

They were the same piercing blue eyes that looked at Sally with the iciness they always had throughout her childhood. 

“Look who finally decided to appear.” Arran drawled curtly, but Sally hadn’t bothered to reply. “You are dripping like a wet dog.” 

“And you’re going to die.” 

This wasn’t a come back, or something Sally said just to piss her father off, it was plain fact. Arran was going to die today. Sally knew the exact moment and hour. She had seen it, has died his death with him, and could see it now. It wasn’t because of how frail he physically appeared, or the heavy labor each breath took Arran, but it was his aura. Sally could see his aura, it was there faintly glowing around him as pale as his skin and as dim as the life he had left. 

Her magic always had something new for her. 

There was no look of surprise lining Arran’s features, there was only a cold grin and a lifeless chuckle. 

“I hope my death will bring you back. I looked for you.” 

“I made sure you couldn’t find me.” Sally admitted. 

“Then what brought you back?” 

“I told you. You are going to die and you want me here.” 

That wasn’t a question, Sally already knew what her father needed, it was the only reason she had returned. There was a pungent silence that lingered between the old man and his daughter until it was broken by the pointed anger building in Arran’s eyes. It made his aura emit a blazing red halo as his emotions burned against Sally’s skin hot like the penetrating rays of the sun.

“I hated the day you were born.” He began, his voice now clear even if each breath brought him closer to his own death. “You took my wife from me. You should have died instead of her. I would have left you in the streets that day if I knew Elizabeth would forgive me in the life after, but she wouldn’t and so I kept you and the more you grew the more you looked like my Elizabeth.” He spatted, his anger only growing hotter. 

“You grew into my Elizabeth, she resurrected before my very eyes but I couldn’t have her.” 

Sally felt her father’s desire. It was strong rearing its ugly, monstrous head just as toxic and disgusting as Sally felt it the day she ran away from her father, but she remained where she stood, not running away this time. 

“And still I kept you. I kept you for myself as life mocked me of what it took from me. You took Elizabeth from me and then dangled her in front of me trapping me. You were and are the worst thing that has ever happened to me.”

Arran stopped now, taking in a long and hard shaky breath. His body was trembling from all of his anger and bitterness and still he continued on. 

“But I need Elizabeth to forgive me.” His voice drew low. “I need her to forgive me for hating you and so I looked for you. I don’t care about what happens to you and I didn’t look for you to beg for forgiveness. I don’t care about your forgiveness, but Elizabeth will care for what happens to you and so for her, for Elizabeth and her forgiveness, I leave everything I have in this life under your name.”

There was another length of silence now lingering within the four walls of Arran’s bedroom, only this time Sally was the one to break it. 

“I know you hate me.” 

Sally could feel all of that hate. She could feel all of his desire and the hate that only grew because of that desire. Sally was her father’s torment. She was his hell, his living hell. She was his daughter and yet the very woman he so longed for. She was Sally, but Elizabeth in his eyes, the woman he loved with all he had. Even in the very center of all of her father’s hatred and anger, Sally took a step forward and sat herself beside his frail body on his bed. She looked at him, but not with his hate in her eyes, but with a warm softness that was her own.   

“And I don’t forgive you. I’m not sure that I ever will.” She confessed. “But I don’t hate you and I don’t want your soul condemned.” It was why she was here, because if her father died with all of that hate his spirit will never find rest. She knew this for a fact, she had died his death. 

“You should see mom.” 

Without knowing that it will work, but hoping with all her heart that it would, Sally took a hold of her father’s hand. Touch was always the bridge that sprung her magic to life and as she held her father’s hand she took all that hate, all that bitterness and tormenting anger that had fester inside of him eating his soul away day by day since the death of his wife, and drew it into herself. Soon that blazing red had softened into a glowing white and as Arran began to draw in his last breath there was a peace in his eyes that Sally had never seen in her life. 

Arran died with a serene smile on his lips and Sally wept. Sally cried all that hate away, every ounce of that anger that was suffocating her and strangling her insides, she cried it all away.  

[colleenmurphy]

@writervega​ Once upon a time you wondered what the Flannery boys lives would have been like if they had had a proper loving home. Here’s a take on it and there are probably many more to come. 

“We can’t possibly take both of them, not when their uncle wants…”

Green eyes pinned him to the spot her eyebrow quirked upwards. He regretted those words as soon as he’d said them and something told Jack Donnelly that he was going to be made to feel even worse in about a second. Thankfully their tiny houseguests were kept occupied by Colleen’s mother Eileen as they helped her weed the back vegetable garden. A quick prayer to every single saint he could think of and a quick check to see if his dear wife had set down the skillet in her hand. Clang! Aforementioned skillet was officially on the stove. Colleen moved with light feet about the tiny kitchen and went about checking the larder for stew supplies. Her apron strings floating along behind her as she pushed up the sleeves of the baggy Arran fisherman’s sweater, a moss green that matched her eyes and that was a hand me down from her father. With her long dark hair pinned up and the determined squaring of her small boned frame his wife, usually sweet and even natured was fierce.

“We will most certainly be keeping those dear wee ones, Jack. I don’t care if we have to scrimp and pinch and scrape their home is here with us.”

Venturing over to the window Colleen lifted the curtain back.

“Look at them. They’re happy, they’re healthy. They’re home.”

“But their father might want them back…we know their uncle does...”

Rummaging until she found the leftover from the Sunday roast Colleen began cutting it into bite sized pieces.

“Tell me what type of father lets his children run about in filthy clothes and without shoes? Tell me what kind of father put up the two most precious things in his entire life as collateral for a debt?”

He knew she was right, Colleen always was. The night he had brought the Flannery boys into their home she had been flat out surprised and then utterly charmed by them. The drive home had been an obscenely quiet one as they had studied him and the side piece he wore. The boys had been unceremoniously dropped off in his office as Jack had been finishing paperwork. The older one, Francis, had just turned three and the younger one who hadn’t even been named properly except for being called Boy, had just turned one. Jack Donnelly was not averse to children, just unsure around them. He had had a bit of luck keeping them entertained with old betting slip papers and the remains of his artist pastels for a bit before showing them sleight of hand tricks and blowing smoke rings upwards towards the ceiling thanks to his half finished pack of Woodbines in his desk drawer. At half past two that afternoon he had bundled both boys up as best that he could as they had come to him without so much as coats or shoes that kept the damp off of their tiny dirty feet. Jack had the intention of taking the boys to the local orphans home run by the church but something told him that he should take the little Flannerys home that night. Colleen swore up and down that it had been a sign from God above.  She had welcomed both boys with open arms, fed them the first hot home cooked meal they’d probably ever had since their mother had died and scrubbed them both within an inch of their lives before tucking them up into a nicely warmed bed before singing them to sleep. A ritual now that was so firmly cemented in both children that Jack himself had to pull out a ballad or two when Colleen went into town to visit her dearest friend overnight.

“You do realize that they’re probably the only children that have sailed to New York and sailed back to the country they were born in?”

Jack supposed that it was true. Both boys had long form certificates and came from Cork just as he and Colleen had.  Peering out the window he watched as both boys toddled after Eileen each scouring the garden for rogue weeds. He couldn’t help but smile as he spotted Young Jackie try and yank up a rather large weed and nearly topple over into a hill of sprouts. The boy had been late to walk or so they had thought until good Doctor O’Shea had come to call and check over his big brother. That was the day Jackie had mastered the art of running for the fear of getting an inoculation as his big brother had. Young Jackie was a proper handful and Francis, who they had taken to calling Frank could have a temper. He made the mistake of striking out at Colleen but once about six months ago, slapping her so hard with a closed fist it left a welting bruise on her face and calling her a vile name that no child his age should know. Jack had been firm with him that a true man never once laid a hand on a woman let alone call her vulgar names and had given him a proper swat for it. Nothing like the tannings he remembered his own father giving him but one that had encouraged an apology so sincere that Colleen had taken him into a hug so fierce the poor boy disappeared into the plush sweater she wore. She had laid down a ground rule of her own.

“You can call me anything you’d like except the likes of that. You’re too sweet a boy to be using words such as those. Are we clear my dear boy?”

“Aye Mammy.”

That was the first time his Colleen had ever been called Mother but it wouldn’t be the last. He had been called Da shortly afterward by both boys and it had made his heart swell.

“We’re the only parents they’ve known for the last year. This is their home now and I’ll be damned if we break them apart just because some far flung relation had wanted the eldest boy back.”

Brandishing her paring knife his missus stared him down once more.

“Call Solomon and have him draw up papers so we can be a proper family, Jack.”

“Aye, Colly. I’ll call him bright and early tomorrow morning.”

True to his word, Jack Donnelly did just that the following morning and within a month’s time the Flannery boys were Donnellys and were all the happier for it.

[paladinofthelantern]

So I made a “Hellblade” AU if anyone’s interested. :)

*Zynbel lusts after Galena because of her beauty and desires her for himself. However, she is already betrothed to his brother, Findan, and he himself is to wed a woman named Abigail. So great is his longing to possess Galena that he sails to the land of the Northmen under some false pretense and offers them Findan and Abigail as slaves. They agree and pay him handsomely.

Zynbel sails with them back to the Orkney Islands where they make camp, warning him that if he does not make good on his promise he will lose his head. Zynbel returns home and waits for night to fall, his loved ones unaware of the darkness that lies inside his heart. As the last rays of the sun disappear he gathers Findan and Abigail, claiming that he needs their aid. They follow him deeper and deeper into the woods.

The Northmen see the group from afar, move into position, and spring upon them from the shadows. Abigail is quickly subdued, but Findan attempts to rescue her. Despite his vailiant efforts he is captured, screaming for Zynbel to run as he struggles to get free. His brother does not need to be told twice and dashes off, leaving his brother and future bride to their fate. When he returns home he is met with the worried faces of his fellows who were awakened by the noise, eager to learn what had caused it.

He tells all that had happened, withholding his part in the plot, of course. A search party is immediately formed, Zynbel supposedly guiding them to where the Northmen attacked. In reality, though, he leads them as far away from the site as possible. They search until dawn breaks, but, as one would expect, can find no trace of Findan or Abigail. Relunctantly they turn back, vowing to try again. But it does no good, for Zynbel deceives them each time.

At last they accept the fact that the two are lost forever. Zynbel, though, is greatly pleased at this turn of events. He will give everyone time to mourn, and then he will ask for the hand of Galena. Unbeknownst to him, she has decided to go in search of her beloved and her future sister-in-law. The young woman waits until all are asleep before she makes her away out of her home, mounts her black mare, and rides off into the night.

Zynbel, awakened by the sound of hoofbeats, climbs out of bed and over to the window where he just catches a glimpse of Galena before she disappears completely. White-hot anger grips his heart. He will not let his prize escape so easily! Zynbel silently exits the house, saddles his own horse, and leaves. Meanwhile the Northmen  arrive in their own land, wasting no time in putting the slaves to work.

And so Findan and Abigail labor under the lash of their new master, Jarl Arvid, receiving little food or rest. Not all the Northmen are without pity, though. Arvid has under him a Thane by the name of Henrik, who is father to a son, Ansgar, and a daughter, Birgitta. They are kind to them, often sneaking them extra portions of food and drink when they are able, as well as talking to them when they are not working. It makes their situation a little more bearable.

The slaves often tell Ansgar and Birgitta tales of their home, which fascinate the brother and sister to no end. They can clearly see how their new friends miss it and this knowledge weighs heavy on their hearts. The time comes when they can bear it no longer, and they decide to help them escape.In secret they make the preparations for the long journey, carefully storing away supplies little by little.

The siblings are careful to be as discreet as they can, for if anyone should find out what they are doing it will mean their deaths. At last the night comes when they are to make their escape. Ansgar, Birgitta, Findan, and Abigail move quietly through the halls of the great longhouse, narrowly avoiding the patrolling guards. Closer and closer they draw to the exit, and it seems they are only a few feet from freedom.

However, things are rarely ever so easy. It happens that a floorboard is loose, which, when Abigail steps upon it, lets out a loud groan. The guardsmen nearby are immediately alerted, causing the group to flee as fast as their legs can carry them. Angry shouts and the clank of metal echo in their ears as they make a mad dash for the main door, barely passing through it in time.

As soon as they reach their horses they mount them, digging their heels into the beasts' sides so hard that they leap forward as if pricked by hot irons. It is not long before they see their pursuers closing in on them. To their horror the band splits off, attempting to surround the fugitives. Findan and the others desperately try to escape their clutches, but, just as it seems that they have succeeded, they are confronted by none other than Henrik.

For a moment their hearts sink in their chests, for they fear that this is the end. To their utter amazement, though, the Thane tells them to head Westward. He and his men will lead the others in the opposite direction. One last farewell is exchanged between the father and his children before they part for good. Away they fly, deeper and deeper into the wilderness, not resting until their steeds have exhausted themselves. No sounds are heard but those made by the various animals that inhabit the wood, as well as their own shaking breaths.

They make camp for the night, daring to light only the smallest of fires for fear that they might attract unwanted attention. Each keeps a careful watch while the others sleep, their eyes straining to see anything unusual in the dark. Fortunately,morning comes without incident and they continue on. They travel for many days until they reach a tiny coastal town, where they pay for a vessel to take them to the Orkney Islands.

The company embarks upon the last leg of their journey, their spirits growing lighter as they realize that they are almost there. On their way the meet Galena, who is overjoyed to find her beloved and her future sister-in-law alive and well, although she is frightened by Ansgar and Birgitta. She only calms down once she learns that they, as well as Henrik and his men, have aided her loved ones in their flight.

Together they finally reach their home, friends and family crying with joy at their return, save for Zynbel, who had given up his search for Galena some time before. Although his lustful heart is delighted to see her again, he is furious that his brother and his betrothed are still alive. Not only that, but they brought Northeners with them. The one comfort left to him is that, as he only met with the Jarl and a few of his guards, they can not recognize him.

The clan is likewise unsettled by their presence and the siblings are summoned to the Hall of their Chieftain, Athol, at once. He listens intently as they tell their story, Findan and Abigail speaking when it is relevant. After much thought he finally announces that, as they can not go back to their own country, they will stay where they are. All of them abide by his ruling, even Zynbel, who thinks Athol an utter and complete fool.

That is not the last they see of a Northener, though. Not too long afterwards a man is spotted on the border of their territory, and, when guards are sent to investigate, is revealed to be Henrik. He is brought before Athol as his children were, revealing to him how he could not bear to be parted from them, especially as they were the only reminder of his wife he had left after her passing some years ago. Thus, he enlisted the aid of those loyal to him in order to escape in secret. The Chieftain is moved by his past actions and affection for his dear ones, granting the Thane leave to live among them.

And so life continues on, the wounds of the past slowly healing as the years go by. In time, Findan, who has become disilluisoned with the gods and renames himself Druth, marries Galena. His friends soon become his family as well. Ansgar joins himself with Druth's sister Eilionoir, while Birgitta weds his brother, Alasdair. Zynbel's own marriage to Abigail brings him little comfort, for he is incensed that their bloodline is now tainted by that of Northmen.

But this is not the end of his troubles. When Galena's gift comes to light he is infuriated that he went through such lengths to obtain a woman so tainted by darkness. The fact that no one else seems to share his views only adds to his rage. Her visons are no blessing from the gods, as some seem to think, but a curse that will only bring destruction upon them. And, when the daughter born to his brother is shown to share her mother's affliction, the bitterness inside of him continues to grow, gnawing away at his very core.

*Druth’s father, Seaghdh, the Chief Druid of their Clan, is Scottish, and their mother, Iona, is Irish. Druth is the eldest child, Alasdair is the second eldest, Zynbel is the third eldest, and Eilionoir is the youngest. 

*Cináed, Athol’s son and successor, and his wife, Gormlaith, are Dillion’s parents.

*Galena's parents, Eoghan and Caoimhe, are good friends with Seaghdh and Iona. When Druth and Galena befriend each other in childhood, they arrange a marriage between them. This was partly for the usual reasons, but moreso because Druth was very accepting of Galena’s “gift”.

*Seaghdh and Iona also arrange marriages for Eilionoir and Alasdair, but their future spouses die before they can be wed.

*Zynbel takes after his paternal great-grandfather, Somerled, and his paternal uncle, Muir, who were both very fervent in their worship of the the gods. 

 *Dillion and Senua are betrothed.

 *Zynbel’s treachery is eventually revealed around the time when Senua enters into adulthood. Although he is initially sentanced to death, his parents plea for his life, and he is instead exiled.

*Abigail eventually marries a man named Arran, who treats her far better than Zynbel ever did, and has children that she and her new husband love with all their hearts. They are considered family by Seaghdh and Iona and are beloved by all their kin. 

*Before Druth’s capture he was very devout in his worship of the gods, particularly Cernunnos. He was especially fond of an amulet bearing his likeness that was given to him by his father. Even after Druth loses his belief in them he still wears the amulet, a fact which irritates Zynbel to no end. 

*Arvid was convinced by Henrik to let Druth keep his amulet when he was captured.

*All of Seaghdh and Iona’s children have some of their own, save for Zynbel.

*Senua is an only child.

*Ansgar and Birgitta warn of an attack by Arvid on the village and the clan is able to prepare for the assault. The Jarl is surprised to find that they are ready for him, but continues regardless. He and his men are eventually defeated and they retreat, anger burning in their hearts at the betrayl of Henrik and his children.

*Arvid’s older brother, Haldor, was orginially meant to be Jarl, but he died in battle. His father, Gunvald, decided to name Arvid his successor, as he did not want any of his four daughters to inherit his title.

*The plague that infects Senua’s clan never happens.

*The ship seen at the end of the game is where Druth and Galena first met. Senua often goes there when she needs to think.

[wizisbored]

this time on western au nonsense - nimona explains her scam ideas, badly

[hoopyfrood]

no offence but watching non scots trying to pretend they know about scots is the funniest fucking thing but also just outright painful with some of the shite they come out with. that fucking pokemon girl doesn't look like she's from glesgae you loons shes a townie in an arran cardie. you see one scot and go mad for them being angry fighting bastarts! im not gonna start a discussion on discrimination against scots cus some people act like there's more than there is or less than there is but most of u have no idea about the history of glaswegians and the state some of them have been made to live in with being forced into new houses isolated from everywhere else and low paying manual labour and just being made fun of and seen as povvy scumbags on british tv constantly an it still happens even on the news today. some ppl need to look at what they're finding funny cus there's a whole culture based on degrading poor scots in working class areas especially glesgae. my scottish fam is from the east in fife but even i know better than to mess with the glaswegians because there's joaks but a proud history there. maybe calm down a bit on the drunk angry scot stereotypes and if you're gonna do it then at least use proper scots language i will die if i see another person draw a scot says 'me mommy' as if anyone uses me up past cumbria and as if anyone in scotland and the uk has ever used the word mommy. loons.

[amorymordecai-blog]

Character Questionnaire | Writing Prompt 01

How tall are you?

5′1″

5 things you spend the most time doing, in order.

Family - In a world of wealth, power, and influence, there’s nothing more important to Amory than her family. Everything else can be replaced, rebuilt, and reclaimed. But family? She’ll do anything for those she treasures most, and spends a great deal of time fussing over them. They will always come first. Always. 

Sex - Amory’s appetite for carnality and intimacy has no end. She is the very definition of insatiable. 1500 years hasn’t attenuated her desire to be constantly entangled with Hadrian, ridden hard and put up wet. Physical attraction aside, the connection she shares with him is gravity itself. It’s oxygen, nutrients, a swaddling comfort. He is stability and consistency, her greatest champion, and Amory’s need to give that connection physicality leaves time for little else on their busy schedules. 

Fruits of Eden - It’s her baby. The establishment is elegant and classy, while still encouraging its patrons’ more hedonistic nature with an air of indulgent sin. Its burlesque and speakeasy atmosphere is electric, creating a kind of sensual energy in which she thrives. A stickler for details and a perfectionist, she manages everything from the drink selection at the bar, the dance numbers, the music, and entertainers and feeders in their employ. She runs a tight ship, but she takes exceptional care of everyone that comes through the feeding den, clients and staff alike.

Dōjō - In Amory’s opinion, martial arts is a truly underrated art form; being that it’s not one regularly thought of when on the topic. Some of the core elements of art can be found in all kinds and styles of combat. Grace, elegance, attention to detail, and, most importantly practice, practice, practice. The hours she’s spent within the dōjō, training both mind and body, are innumerable. There’s discipline in fighting, peace, a kind of power that has almost nothing to do with her supernatural strength and speed. For over a thousand years she’s learned all manner of combat styles, and trains regularly for both exercise and the pure enjoyment of testing the limits of what she can do. So far, there are none.

Temple - She might be one of the most powerful beings walking the face of the planet, but Amory knows there are forces greater than even herself at work. Though not a daily practice, she consults with the gods regularly, often simply to kneel in their presence and meditate on surrendering her desire to control things that are not and never were within her control. Her non-denominational chapel is a place to center herself, to bargain with the gods, commune with higher powers, and make peace with the world and her place in it. 

Favorite weather and why?

Windy - there’s something energizing about the wind, how it whips her hair around, ruffles her clothes, sends loose paper careening into the world. Its such a temperamental thing, the wind. A gentle, comforting caress one day, a punishing, uprooting roar the next. It has moods, a mind of its own, and the superstitious part of her listens for the gods in those ever changing winds. 

Favorite season(s) and why?

Summer - the wildest of seasons. Summer is alive with adventure. The stars seem closer during the summer, like she can reach out into the skies and touch them with her fingers. It’s a time of year for loose, light clothing. Or, better yet, no clothing at all. Its heat and sweat, water and wind and glorious opportunity. It’s the last burst of brilliant and wild life before autumn brings death in its wake.

Favourite comfort foods?

Fruit - primarily strawberries, but she enjoys all kinds. They’re seasonal delicacies and she remembers a time in which it wasn’t so simple a thing to load a silver platter up with fruit in the middle of November. The sweet, acrid, tangy flavors have always filled her with a vibrant kind of energy, and they’re a go-to when her spirits need a quick uplifting. Plus feeding Hadrian succulent fruits is always the precursor to a favorite past time of hers. 

Are you religious/spiritual? Elaborate on this.

Sometimes Amory thinks that she might be one of the most spiritual vampires in GreyShadow Coven. Its not a thought made in pride, boasting, or even criticism. Just an observation of time spent in conference with the gods. She’s far from a spiritual leader to the coven, would never desire such a role, but regardless finds herself helming ceremonies and rituals for her people. If for no other reason than the comfort of relinquishing control and fate unto another.

What is your greatest fear? What is your greatest desire?

Losing her babies - Arran and Eva are Amory’s entire world. She would happily die for either of her children, without thought or hesitation. If it meant their safety, she’d meet the noonday sun with open arms. If anything were to happen to either of them it would destroy her. Nothing would break her more. Except, perhaps, something happening to Hadrian.

For her children to be happy - Its her only wish in all of the world. She wants them to thrive, to continue to grow, to become strong, independent leaders to their people. And to someday also have families of their own. Nothing brings Amory greater joy than her family, and it’s a joy she’d love for her children to feel as well.

Describe one or more high points in your life.

Marrying Hadrian - She is not a subtle woman, and never has been. Amory’s wedding was always meant to be a stirring event, exuberant and illustrious, drawing vampires from far and wide to bear witness. Though she got the ceremony of her dreams, that public exchange of vows is not the memory that comes to mind. A quiet muttering of promises on a night darkened beach not far from her birthplace, of longing stares, and a heart so full it could burst in her chest, that was the moment that changed her life. It’s a moment she holds close to her heart, as it belongs solely to her and the male who’d laid claim to it so long ago.

Arran’s transition - Amory knew the moment she laid eyes on him, that he would change her life forever. The youngest son to so many siblings, the world might have overlooked him entirely but Amory never had. When he stood center in the dining hall and belted a voice so resounding and heartbreaking, she knew that he was hers. That young face, that brilliant mind, he wasn’t her flesh but he was her like. A perfect balance of her and Hadrian, created by the gods and presented so ceremoniously before them. She knew, at first glance she knew. Arran was fated to be her son.

Eva’s birth - Many mothers claim that they would die for their children. Amory is one who actually has. Her pregnancy hadn’t been an easy one. There were scares and complications throughout and, having miscarried before, she’d made that bargain with the gods well before her belly was round and heavy with Eva. Take me instead, she had prayed to them, all of them, any of them, to which ever gods or spirits deigned to listen. Amory had wanted Eva more than she had wanted her own life, and at the shrill sound of her first cry she knew that if she died she’d die the happiest she’d ever been. Though, thankfully, the gods were not ready for her quite yet.

Do you believe in love? What about love at first sight? Why/why not?

Yes, absolutely - love in all its variants. Though her rational mind refers to it as “attraction at first sight,” Amory has never been one to argue its power. When her eyes first locked with Hadrian’s, Amory had known in her bones and in her blood that he was the first and last, the beginning and the end. What she felt then was a kernel, a sapling that would grow into a redwood in the millennia to come. The love she has for Hades is different to what she has for her children, and that love different still to how she loves Aurelius, which isn’t reflective of how she loves her coven. Love is diverse, its everything, and she believes in it above all else.

What is your biggest regret?

None - Life is too long to live in regret. Fix what can be fixed, learn from what can’t. Her life is not without mistakes, but Amory will never be held prisoner to the past. 

[iheartmoosiq]

Let’s take a moment to pare things down a bit with a gorgeously expressive demo from Arran George, an English singer songwriter who writes about what he observes with picturesque and layered production. Half Awake is a moory haunting beauty from his upcoming EP, What I See On Latenight TV. It’s a gently windswept acoustic ballad dripping in bittersweet feels and weathered charm. Speaking about the autumnal track, Arran George said, “It’s about being a lotus eater, half awake and useless. It can take so long to realise you’re throwing away everything for nothing at all. There’s an old Frank advert where this young lad turns into a cocoon and it’s that.” Arran George captures those listless moments when we feel hopelessly helpless, when we’re all shrunken up inside, but he does so in such a beautifully captivating manner that he draws sighs out from the deepest regions of our hearts. You can discover more of Arran George’s music on Soundcloud, here.

[imsfire2]

Tag game

Tagged by: @cats-and-metersticks and @rebelle-capitan

Rules: Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you want to know better (sorry, I’m awful at the pass-it-on side of tag games!)

Nickname: Ims

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Height: 5’10″ or 179cm

Last Movie I saw: Bumblebee

Favorite Musicians: The Icicle Works

Song stuck in my head: A Schubert lied called 'Ständchen' that was playing on BBC Radio 3 earlier

Other blogs: Used to blog on blogger,, and I have a work-related one of students’ paintings and drawings of me (!)

Do I get asks: not often, which is probably just as well as the notifications don’t work half the time.

Following: over 1000!

Amount of sleep: Varies enormously; between 6 and 10 hours depending on LIFE

Lucky number: 13

What I’m wearing: Jeans, red top, blue cardigan with arran patterns, underwear, purple socks, pink Morrocan leather slippers

Dream Job: novelist and travel writer

Dream Trip(s): Central America, southern India, Egypt, Cuba, and back to Greece as many times as I can manage.

Favorite food: Baked stuffed aubergines

Play any instruments: Not unless you count bashing a small hand drum

Favorite song: I’m hopeless at deciding on favourites so, no idea!

Random fact: The first celebrity I ever saw with my own eyes was Leonard Rossiter (from cult comedy “The fall and rise of Reginald Perrin”), outside a wedding dress shop in Lewisham

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: the scent of winter-flowering shrubs on a frosty night; balls of vintage knitting wool, a newly-opened blank notebook

[corvidobligation]

multiples of three for brook, prime numbers for arnjolf

Questions About Creating Your OCs

I deserve the Maths.

Brook

3. How did you choose their name?

I’m pretty sure I picked it just because I thought it was a nice name? Tends to be my thought process for most OCs, to be completely honest - “name pretty”. For other AUs she sometimes gets different names - in Spireverse and Skyrim she’s Brynja Runasdor, to fit in better with the vaguely nordic theme to her home cultures. In that one mass effect AU where she’s a Turian she’s Bruccia Aurius, in SWTOR she’s Breena Amej, and in Dark Souls, she’s Brihtiue. In all of these cases I picked names because they sounded nice to me, and fit in better with the world she inhabits than Brook Amell did.

6. Is there any significance behind their eye color?

Not hugely? I do enjoy playing off of the blue color and the cold looks she gives people in narratives, though. Icy eyes and an icy stare, y'know? :}

9. Are they based off of you, in some way?

Oooh boy. Not entirely? But there are elements of myself I couldn’t help weaving into her. She has a lot in common with me in regards to reaction to trauma which I did largely to find catharsis; boiling rage, missing memories, blaming herself and having trouble letting herself get close to people in fear of getting hurt again - all of that is me. And writing Brook being not okay usually helps me working through me being not okay.

12. What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: writing, drawing, edits, etc.)?

Not really? I’ve had trouble drawing Brook in a way I’m satisfied with, but that’s just a skill/vision gap. She comes to me as a character very naturally. I love her.

15. What is something about your OC can make you laugh?

She is just terrible about crushes, watching her try and work through liking someone and telling them is like watching someone drown on dry land and it’s fucking hilarious. When she first met Jack, she told him to fuck off because she got mad his smile gave her butterflies and making her feel nice is not allowed, nope. In the early days at the Circle, flirting with Cullen was half as a fun side activity to the existential terror, but half because she knew he’d book it if she just flirted with him as aggressively as possible. She has never been graceful at all about her romantic attraction. And then there’s every single fucking thing she and @elswiththetubularbells2‘s Arran get up to.

18. What is the most recent thing you’ve discovered about your OC?

The most recent major thing was the bondage incident, or in other words, Brook is the toppiest chaotic top until someone brings out the rope, and then she’s a total switch. For more minor things, she very much likes being called pet names, but only if you’re close to her.

Arnjolf

2. Did you design them with any other characters/OCs from their universe in mind?

I knew I wanted a foil for Miraak, which is where the nord Hermaeus Mora follower came from as a concept. I also felt like I needed an OC with a tentacle kink already, but I can’t tell if Arnjolf is that OC, or whether Qodek fills that niche. But then again, Qodek is the one with the tentacles so you know what never mind

3. How did you choose their name?

Arnjolf is just a name plucked from a generator - Oath-Shifter came with more nuance, that being that Arnjolf is suspiciously trickster-like. Oath-Shifter came from the fact that he’ll keep every oath he makes, but he’ll wilfully misinterpret the wording in order to get away with changing the spirit of the arrangement. He promised he’d contain the threat Miraak posed, and then he soul-trapped Miraak. It counts!

5. Is there any significance behind their hair color?

blond boys hott 

7. Is there any significance behind their height?

tol boys hott

11. Did you know what the OC’s sexuality would be at the time of their creation?

I’m still not sure what his sexuality is now, but I tend to lead with my OCs being pansexual unless proved otherwise, and Arnjolf hasn’t yet indicated whether he has a preference, so, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

13. How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all?

Not far! I still can’t decide how he handles the end of the Dragonborn DLC, lmao

17. Is there some element you regret adding to your OC or their story?

I started out with some ideas about Arnjolf with regards to his relationship to the Nordic pantheon which I’ve since stepped away from - at first, I had him completely reject the main pantheon, but now, I’m convinced he has a much more complicated relationship with the gods of the Nords. There’s respect there, but little reverence for the ‘good’ gods. After all, he did choose Herma-Mora over them. He is definitely more of an old-ways guy, but he is a good couple of centuries old, so, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ he’s forgiven.

TL:DR; Misrepresented Arnjolf’s religious feelings at the start, patched in the latest release of world’s worst hero

19. What is your favorite fact about your OC?

GOD. I don’t know? I love a lot of aspects of him. If I had to pick, it’s that he’s one of my first forays into the ‘bad person is still the hero’ trope. I don’t think I have another heroic PC like Arnjolf - all of my DA heroes are flawed but fundamentally good people. He’s just a bastard who happened to fight Alduin, happened to fight Miraak, and happened to fight against Harkon. (which is a whole other story)