#fether

[eclipseohno]

jevin and that weird fucking fish he found idk i've never been in exile

listening to please hold while drawing this was a weird combination of vibes tbh

[piffany666]

Ngl Cevantis looks like he'd look REAL good in a dress...

[hadesmediocreart]

My favourite duo on this server thus far which is weird bc I rarely get attached to the somewhat healthy relationships

[artemlegere]

"Who Is Sylvia? What Is She, That All the Swains Commend Her?

Artist: Edwin Austin Abbey (American, 1852-1911)

Date: 1896-1899; reworked 1900

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: National Gallery of Art, Washington, DC, United States

Description

Fascination with the life and times of William Shakespeare abounded in the Victorian world, especially in London, where American artist Edwin Austin Abbey settled permanently in 1883. The Bard's writings provided lifelong inspiration for Abbey: as a teenage writer, he used a pen name from Hamlet; from the age of 20 he illustrated hundreds of Shakespearean subjects for magazines; and in the 1890s he painted seven large Shakespearean scenes, including this canvas, which he exhibited at London's Royal Academy.

The theme of this painting is drawn from Shakespeare's Two Gentlemen of Verona. The title "Who is Sylvia? What Is She, That All the Swains Commend Her?" is the opening question in a song composed by Proteus, one of the many suitors (or swains) of Sylvia, the Duke of Milan's stunning daughter. All heads turn toward the regal beauty as she lifts the skirts of her Italian Renaissance-style gown while descending a brilliantly carpeted staircase. Each admirer gazes at her and reaches to play an instrument or to offer her a love token. The figure at far left presents a luxurious feather fan; the next man a small dog; and the figure leaning against the column bows in devotion, holding his hat in one hand and a book of poetry in the other.

Read More: The Two Gentlemen of Verona

[kazykatlady]

I've seen a lot of people shitting on Adrien's orange shoes, so I thought that I should share why those shoes deserve more appreciation.The shoes actually show a lot about what Adrien's dream in life is and how he can be pretty rebellious at times.

Throughout the show Adrien is trying to become his own person. We see this a lot during the show especially when he is Chat Noir. This and wanting to experience stuff like normal kids his age is the whole reason that he started going to school, met the other characters, and got his miraculous by helping Master Fu. He always had to do whatever his father approved of (or demands). Until his father allowed him to be able to live a normal life.A normal life where he doesn't have to match his shoes to his outfit. A normal life where his father isn't a famous fashion designer. But he's also testing how much individuality will let slide. So what is a subtle part of his outfit that no one will notice doesn't match that well with his clothing, if they aren't a fashion designer or looking for it? His shoes.He CHOSE to wear those bright orange shoes in order to express himself. In order to be what he viewed as 'normal'. A way to make this dream of being a normal boy with a normal life. A way to be himself. Everyone else gets to be themselves Why can't he be like them? Why can't he just have a normal life with normal parents and a normal house and normal clothes and a normal childhood and a normal ANYTHING? HE DIDN'T ASK FOR A FAMOUS DAD! HE DIDN'T ASK A MOM THAT DISAPPEARED OR TO HAVE TO BE PERFECT AT EVERY-FUCKING-THING! HE JUST WANTED A LOVING FAMILY AND A AVERAGE LIFE! But he can't have that. And he definitely can't voice any of that because that would be selfish. He can't tell anyone that because then he would just be another spoiled rich kid that almost no one likes like Chloe. And he can't lose the only thing- the only people that make him feel like he has autonomy. Like he has a chance of being his own individual that doesn't have to stretch that individuality with the lone action of warning orange shoes that don't go with his outfit at all. Not only does this bring up his views of whether he has a chance to make his own choices and get a taste of normal life, but it could also be a way of having some teenage rebellion against his father. We know he's capable of being rebellious. We can clearly see that in many episodes like the one with his birthday party. Obviously his father being a world famous designer means that he has to be the 'perfect' son. That's why his life is so planned out and sheltered. He has to look flawless at all times. But his shoes don't match. The clash with everything he wears. Those orange shoes are the last thing that the public expects him in. That his father expects him in. He's the son of one of the if not the most famous fashion designer in France. He knows that those shoes don't match. He knows what his father would think of him not upholding the Agreste name. Or tarnishing it in any kind of way no matter how small. He knows that one wrong move and he'll be looked away behind his bedroom door. That he would never be allowed to leave the house again except for photo shoots and PR. So he has to do it subtly. So he chooses orange shoes. Him wearing his shoes is basically the polite equivalent of spitting in his father's mouth.

[razmahdaz-art]

Trying some new digital art methods, and this is the result of messing with Gradient maps and multiply layers.

Scene from a Book I'm writing. Tired Diner Hours.

[nochilleftb3hine]

"'You are young yet, my friend,' replied my host, "but the time will arrive when you will learn to judge for yourself of what is going on in the world, without trusting to the gossip of others. Believe nothing you hear, and only half that you see.'"

-- Edgar Allan Poe, The System of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether

[contrastparadoxx]

Wings of Fire

Summary- Apollo gets in a sticky situation and has to get rescued Cast- Apollo Faurux, Fether Khikwi, Chowow Sonshi ( @trollcafe ) Trigger Warnings- Violence Word Count- 1774

The noise was deafening. His ears had become so much more sensitive, and the sound of an entire crowd yelling and cheering and booing crashed around him, even with the muffling of doors being closed. The scents surrounding him too… Everything was Too Much and it was Bad. He couldn’t see anything, however, as everything was pitch black. Why was it black? He tried to move and instantly bumped into a wall. Okay then, maybe another direction.

It didn’t take long to realize he was in an entirely enclosed box. That’s when the panic and fear really started to set in, even before the entire thing started to move.

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Fether Khikwi hated fight nights. Especially when they actually took place during the day, specifically so escapees had nowhere to go without burning. But they were a regular part of his life, and had been for most of his life, really. And there was some enjoyment in it, when he could outsmart someone, outfly them. Well, maybe not the later anymore. Ever since he almost pulled off an escape, they were sure to keep his feathers trimmed. He could use them to stay out of the hungry jaws of half mad shifters and starved Lusii, but not get any further.

Tonight promised some fresh blood, too. That was to be expected, since the watchers could only witness the champions beat each other up so many times before they stopped being willing to give money, after all. It was easy to pick out the newbies. Fether wondered how many would die, or if any would find themselves capable of surviving multiple rounds. Maybe they’d even see the birth of a new champion tonight. He snorted, as that certainly wasn’t likely, then leaned his head back against the wall. He might as well close his eyes and try to relax between now and go time. You get used to the sounds of the crowd eventually, after all.

All too soon, he was roughly yanked to his feet, his small stature making it all too easy for the large purple to jerk him around. It was whatever-- Fether had learned long ago it was easiest to relax and let them think they were being a bully. It saved more energy for the actual fight. Speaking of which, he was shoved into the arena from about the height of the stands. Practice kicked in, and the rust snapped his wings open, shortened feathers requiring him to flap hard to avoid the snapping jaw of what looked like a marred tiger mixed with some sort of giant insect. What were the ones with all the legs called? Centipedes, that was it. Instantly, everything below was in a bit of a frenzy. That was his job, wasn’t it? Rile everything up enough to put on an entertaining show, then get rescued back to the back for the next one. 

And if he failed, got too low, well… simply being there wasn’t the only thing that would whip the fighters into a frenzy. He felt a phantom pain in his leg from the last time he messed up. 

Everyone here was familiar, a mix of shifters far past remembering they were trolls, and a couple Lusii. They were all smaller fighters, as the champions would be pit more one-on-one later. The mutant scanned the group, already climbing over each other to get to him, to stop the breeze from his beating wings, to get to the morsel painted in sticky blood- a cruel facsimile of the almost protective paint of a proper clown. He knew it angered some in the crowd, to see mocked what they viewed as sacred, but the ones who ran this show seemed to enjoy that almost as much as the money that poured in.

Movement came from the lower wall. One of the reinforced doors slid open just enough to shove something new into the ring. A fox, with the most beautiful golden fur that Fether had ever seen. A shifter, then, rather than a Lusus, and one that was obviously well loved, either by themselves or someone else, as their fur was full and healthy. He was almost surprised to see them dropped in here to be torn apart, rather than sold to the highest bidder for a ruff. Mistakes were made, then, when the two made eye contact. Fuck, they were definitely still mentally here, and terrified. Fether cussed under her breath, before taking a deep breath and diving.

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The sound got so much louder, as he was shoved out of the box and into a brightly lit arena, only now with  the snarling of angry creatures mixed in. Apollo instantly froze, cowering as small as he could manage, scanning rapidly as he attempted to figure out what was going on here. It was some sort of ring, filled with animals, shifters maybe? Maybe that’s why he was here. But oh! Someone above, a troll with wings, locked eyes with him for just a moment. Then the other started to dive.

Apollo started to move, his fur quickly picking up blood soaked sand in it, and didn’t look back. He stuck to the edges of the ring, ears pinned back. CRUNCH! The noise caused him to glance back just in time to see the winged troll drive his foot into the rib cage of a malnourished bear that otherwise would have just sunk its teeth into his tail. The pyrite’s fur bristled as the troll landed in an impressive roll, even taking their wings into account, then bounced up to his feet and started running. He could more see than hear what was being implied, go go go go, no need to tell him twice, so he started running again. The troll caught up, more used to running in sediment, and scooped him up. He could feel the other struggling with his weight, and avoided struggling to make it easier, instead watching as the pack was temporarily distracted by tearing the poor bear from earlier to pieces, now that it was down. 

Terror settled in him so deeply that even he felt cold.

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The fox was… warm to the touch. Almost hot, really, certainly warmer than Fether himself, which was surprising, since he was a rust. Must be some sort of mutant. There was no time to dwell on that right now-- he managed to balance carrying the creature with his hip and one arm so he could use the other to reach and pluck one of his full length feathers. This was much harder to do with just one hand, and he had not expected to implement this plan tonight, but sometimes life gives you lemons.

Or, in this case, shifters whose lives you could save, if only you can pull this off.

  After twisting it a very specific way, Fether brought the feather up to his lips, and blew. The sound was nearly inaudible, even if you ignored the screaming of the crowd, though the fox winced. Sorry bud, this was a vital part of the plan. And sure enough, several of the fighters reacted, immediately getting whipped up into even more of a frenzy. It was an unfortunate side effect, but the way the guards immediately began checking their Walkies talkies and taking off told him the other half was in play. Good-- they would need the distraction.

He had never been able to test this previously-- that would have been far too dangerous-- so they had only one shot at getting out. He booked it to the one part of the fence that no longer had people around it. The fox needed to be dropped, since he had to have both hands for this. Hopefully they will understand and stick close. Khikwi held his wings tightly to his back as he got to work on jiggling the fencing, knowing it was loose in this area, so if he had just a few minutes he could get it open enough to at least shove the newbie through. Sweat soon started to drip, as he felt an intense heat from behind him. With no time to look, he had to just move and hope it wasn’t some new threat.

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Some of the weaker creatures that were shoved out of the way of the bear had turned their attention back to the two, and the whistle had drawn even more attention. Apollo felt that they were trapped, though for some reason he trusted the winged mutant. Even he could see that they needed time, though, so he did the only thing he could think of and stepped towards the approaching enemies.

He snarled, fur rippling all down his back, as fire started to curl out of his mouth. More flames danced down his spine, following the line of fur before gathering and splitting at the base, manifesting as extra tails, and the sand around his paws started to almost glow from the heat the flames left as he stepped forward. Everything headed their way hesitated, unsure how to deal with this new threat. Good-- that’s all he needed, he thought-- that’s right, focus on him, let  his impromptu partner in crime do whatever it was he was doing.

Hopefully quickly.

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Fether barely had time to get the fence open enough to possibly drag himself though when a strange blue with a cybernetic arm grabbed his own. Cold fear drove straight through the rust’s heart, but it was replaced by shock when instead of getting shoved back down, he was almost effortlessly pulled up and through. His wings caught on the fence, but after a bit of tugging, and losing some feathers, he was through. Instantly he turned, only then seeing the fire on the fox. The blue said something, a name, and the shifter instantly was put out, turning and leaping, getting pulled through as well. The fence got shoved back in place just in time for the tiger bug from before to slam into it with a snarl.

Fether’s chest was heaving. What was going on, who was this, his mind raced, but the adrenaline hit again instead. No time, no time, they had to go go go go! The blue took a moment to remove the collar from the fox that prevented him from shifting, then insisted they should follow. And… he did. He had nowhere else to go, and confidence tended to have a lot of strength in these situations. He didn’t catch everything said as they moved, but something about safety, and not going back, and the blue would take care of it. And for some reason…

Fether believed him.

(Pictured, Fether Khikwi, post freedom, as drawn by @memurfevur )

[firstsentence]

"'There you are out.'" 🍵

[localangrygay]

Alan Parsons really woke up one day and was like, "what if Edgar Allan Poe had written a rock opera? And what if that Zac Efron looking guy from the 1968 'Romeo and Juliet' did some of the vocals?" and then he just went and did the damn thing. Truly iconic.

[t13shoots]

[eclipseohno]

finally managed to settle on a grian design that i quite like:

and i also scraped together a watcher design, or the closest thing he can be to full watcher without being in the voids:

not sure if i'm 100% happy with the watcher look, but it's good enough for now and i'm happy when i look at it so like-

[babyblankyerror]

Would Raven Stanley be cursed or a shift? Because if he can shift willingly, kind of like in werewolf fixa, I'd imagine he'd have a raven skull symbol he got when he acquired the ability.

Howevwr- cursing Stan to be different creatures is always hilarious. I imagine this large scruffy bird (maybe missing some fethers and hurt :c ) looking absolutely shocked wherever he goes like

[biancasaidstfu]

Queue the Lukola meltdowns. And bragging from Jakolas.

After getting amazing pics of Luke in Rome with the White Mars cast, Jake and Nicola posted (separately) from the CharliXCX concert. Dylan Brady and Luke Fethers were with them so friend group outing.

I’m annoyed that Luke pics from Rome are being overshadowed 😒

I truly don’t know why people are melting down over this shit.

Luke is filming likely for the next month on his film and Nicola went out with her friends to see a concert.

Did I miss why people would meltdown?

[mephistopheles2022]

ARE YOU ON THE LEVEL?

6:16 SUNDAY

JESUS ​​TALK Fether Jin Delwege

Ad seen at the Download UK festival, in the arena.

"Jesus Talk with Father Jim DeFroque"? The date 16.06 appears in the advertisement.

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[zombiec4ke]

Nevermore oc!!

I locked tf in with this and its still shit but anyway

He's based on the short story "The System of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether" sooo yeah... lore coming soon!