Hello, and welcome to my small collection of chaos! I love to draw/do pencil sketches (though I'm working on mastering color), and I love to write. My current top fandoms are Ranger's Apprentice, Legend of Zelda, Fire Emblem, and Lord of the Rings.
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Chapter 2
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The low bluish light of twilight filtered gently through the windows of Halt's cabin by the time the cake was out of the oven and cool enough to eat. Will and Gilan sat at Halt's now clean table, each with a decent-sized slice in front of them.
Encouraged by the delicious smell, Will cut off a piece from his slice that was probably more than a little too large for his mouth. Chewing thoughtfully as the pleasant flavor rolled over his tongue, he could not help but smile through overstuffed cheeks. Judging by the all too amused look on Gilan's face, he probably looked like an overeager chipmunk.
"What's the verdict then?" Gilan asked, after having finished his own more sensibly-sized bite.
"It doesn't taste anything like Jenny's cream cakes," Will admitted, but found himself entirely unbothered by that fact. "But it's really good anyway and… I might just like it a little better, if I'm being honest," He grinned then felt his smile drop slightly as he thought about it. "Just don't ever tell Jenny I said that."
"My lips are sealed," Gilan said.
"Sealed enough that you won't finish your slice?" Will asked in a tone that was as hopeful as it was teasing.
"I think you should keep your hands on your own plate," Gilan shot back with a distinctly sharp edge to his grin.
"Some friend you are," Will pouted, convivial, before he turned his full attention back to his desert. It was only when his plate was mostly finished that he realized something.
"Halt's really not going to be happy if he finds out we had dessert for dinner."
"It's a special occasion." Gilan idly waved that off with the spoon he was using to eat with, the picture of unconcern.
Will raised an eyebrow. "I'm not sure you visiting qualifies as a special occasion."
"It got you cake for dinner, didn't it?" Gilan grinned easily back. "Sounds special to me."
Will rolled his eyes, but couldn't think of an objection to that—possibly because he didn't really want to object to it. Eventually, he just shook his head and scooped up one final oversized bite.
Summary: Will had been back home for more than two months now. The distance in time from his experience in Skandia was almost as far away as the country itself. It didn't seem fair that it could still affect him as if he still lived it. It wasn't fair that it had happened at all–that it had hurt so much.
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Chapter 1
Will felt his eyes grow hot as he stared in dismay at the mess strewn out before him: a scattered array of chaos that encompassed the entirety of the kitchen and table. He was supposed to have finished hours ago–should have been able to finish hours ago. And yet he had not even fully started, had accomplished nothing but making a mess of things… yet again.
He had only wanted to make something nice to eat. But it had all been waylaid… as so many things had been, ever since Skandia. It seemed that he could no longer even enjoy something as simple as a rare day off.
Halt had been called away by Crowley for a mission and he had left Will behind in Redmont. Gilan had been asked to come down for the duration to help Will keep up with his training and studies while Halt was gone.
"I don't want to leave him alone right now."
Will knew he shouldn't have read the dispatch Halt had written to Gilan. It had been a private correspondence after all. But his mentor had left it unguarded on the table just a moment too long for Will's curiosity.
"I don't want to leave him alone right now."
His chest felt like it was constricting even now as he thought of it. Will closed his eyes. It wasn't that he didn't want to see Gilan, or even that he would rather be alone. He loved the chance to spend any time with the older Ranger, and often lamented that they never got to see each other as much as Will would have liked when Gilan was stationed so far away. But the implication that Halt did not trust him to be able to take care of himself stung badly, became another pain to add to the jumbled pile that never seemed to leave his chest. It matched the cloying bitter thoughts that had stayed with him since Skandia: that it had all happened because he was weak, because he had failed, because he wasn't capable enough.
Halt had told him many times that this was not true. Instead, he'd told him that he was proud of him for surviving. But the words in the letter did not match the words he had spoken and that hurt, brushed along his thoughts like so many sharpened fragments of doubt.
Some still frames from a multi animator project part I've recently finished! I'm really proud of these:-) Please check out the full animation if you can, it's short but I had worked really hard on it<3 (it's Will defeating the Kalkara and then getting his bronze oak leaf from Halt)
Summary: Expression, for Halt, had always been a tricky thing. He’d never been anywhere near exuberant by nature. And, truth be told, there was nothing growing up that would have encouraged him to be otherwise.
In which Halt makes two promises to himself: one he keeps and the other he cannot.
No thoughts allowed
Linktober Day 03 & 04 - Zelda x Dark 🌑
Linktober Day 01 & 02 - Mirror x Companion 🪞
To celebrate the Anniversary, I redrew the first thing I did for this game and gave it cohesion
... And played with it. Here are all the individual pieces 💙💛❤️💚
curling up in my cloak, the smell of coffee, the sound of the fire crackling >>>>
How spiders look at ur from the drain after u accidentally wash them down— I mean huh? A d(ark) (l)ink for spooky month
I just think abt Ranger’s Apprentice all the time
Will bc I need to practice before drawing anything else
Day 4 - Night/Dark
What rangers see when giving their horse their password
