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Ring of Changes for Serena
This is such an important thing to remember.
Important life lesson here
This.
Me: “Awww, this character is so precious! They deserve the world!”
Me: [sits at my computer]
Me: [opens a word document]
Me: [cracks fingers]
Me, grinning: “A world of hurt.”
“This can’t be the way the world ends…” I recently had a massive need to work on a Chrono Trigger poster. I loved that game so much, and it left such an impact on me. It’s definitely become a massive creative touchstone for me.
Time to finally admit that I’ve come to love this cover even more than the original.
tfw u wanna make a gifset about hawke talking about their LI in da:i but the writing team warped your smol child all out of character n 99% of their dialogue is useless n wishy washy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
“Tell me about Anders,” says the Inquisitor, curious. Their face is blank, and gives nothing away.
Blue!Hawke: “To what end? I’ve learned that most people have already made their minds up about him long before meeting him. With all due respect, Inquisitor, I’m sure you’ve already heard stories enough about him, and I can’t say I trust you enough to tell you anything more. Perhaps later, when I know you better.”
Purple!Hawke: “He snores, although he claims he doesn’t. Says he can’t tolerate the dog, but uses him as a pillow half the time. He likes to whistle, but he hardly knows any tunes; he smells of elfroot and he always misses a spot of stubble, just - there, everytime he shaves. Occasionally, he glows. What did you expect? You asked because you wanted to know the man, not the revolutionary. Shame, both are pretty sexy.”
Red!Hawke: “I’m still with him. I still love him. He did what he had to do, because he knew he had to it. It wasn’t easy, it’ll never be easy, but I don’t care. That’s all you need to know. Everything else? None of your business.”
there’s meaning as long as there’s someone to need it
Anthony Mackie + Hats
very strong Gambit cosplay.
Cosplayer Michael Huffman took on Gambit for his first cosplay and I’d say he’s representing Marvel pretty well here. He says he’s got improvements planned for SDCC, but he’s already off to a damn good start. I look forward to seeing what the finished product looks like. Read more at http://fashionablygeek.com/costumes/this-gambit-has-a-trick-or-two-up-his-sleeve-cosplay/#TY8H3I2qKBhkBHGX.99
In case you missed it, the next chapter of Fair Child, "The Substitute Prince" went live at AO3 late last night. Sorry for the delay!
I can't tell you how exciting it is to write fraught Carver/Merrill flirting again. Hopefully I'm not too rusty at it... :D
Story summary: Merrill, the daughter of the Amell family chauffeur, has been in love with Garrett Hawke all her life, but the flighty, charismatic playboy doesn’t even know she exists. All that changes when she returns from Val Royeaux the very picture of beauty and sophistication. She catches Garrett’s eye, but is it his brother, Carver, who is really her ideal match?
Chapter summary: Merrill drinks too much, Carver identifies with an oliphant, and between them, everything begins to change.
Chapter word count: 2,644
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Inside the tennis court the air was warm and close, the kind of hot stillness where no matter how deeply one sighed one never quite seemed to catch one’s breath. Pale moonlight streamed through the high windows, falling on the court in long beams, like spotlights on a stage. Merrill paced between them. Garrett would be here soon, and then—! The anticipation of it sent shivers up and down her skin, and they burrowed deeper still, down to the pit of her belly, the core of her heart.
Merrill caught the sound of far-off violins, and back and forth she swayed with a wistful smile. This song had been one of her Father’s favorites. He used to sing it to her as he’d wheeled her about in their apartment: she on his toes, his big hands strong and gentle around hers. He’d bow to her and call her ‘my queen’, which never failed to make her squeal in delight; and then he’d whirl her about until she’d felt dizzy, at which point Mother would cut in, and their laughter would fill the room like music.
Grabbing her skirts she gave into the song and spun on her toes like a ballerina. Around and around she twirled, a plié here, a grapevine there. She danced in and out of moonbeams, losing herself in the shadows between. She tried to remember the feel of her father’s boots under her feet, and for a brief moment, she almost could—for tonight, there was a magic in the air, the kind that made all impossible things possible once more.
Then out of the corner of her eye, she caught movement down the garden path. Garrett.
In a flash of inspiration, she sprinted over to the referee’s chair and climbed the steps up to its seat. In Garrett would walk and see her sitting there, high above everything; and he would finally make real all those fantasies she’d always had, in which he’d spot her up in her tree and pull her down to his side—the gallant knight coming to his princess’s rescue.
Merrill settled her skirts, watched the door expectantly and waited for her dreams to come true.
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i made things
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hey cheesie what would you say about a cowboy au too?
You just want to see shirtless Carver in a cowboy hat.
…and I’m certainly not going to argue there
Of course! It can have a cowboy hat too.
