Finally finished my Garnet Gauntlets! I didn’t finish them in time for Awesome Con, but it was just as well because none of us had all of our cosplays ready anyway XD I’m excited to use them some time in the future!
I used THIS AMAZING TUTORIAL by CaptainChunkyChew (don’t know why it’s not letting me tag his tumblr). He’s made other SU weapon tutorials and some other tutorials for other props so I highly recommend giving him a look if you’re interested!
This was a fun process! I want to make more cosplay weapons <3
I’m starting a new thing on my blog where I just draw crossovers between 2 characters with overlapping traits/seem to get on well together! First up is these two:
Eizen (tales of berseria) has a blessing that meant to knock someone into shape by forcing some trials/ordeals to them, which practically works just like Qrow’s (rwby) “Bad Luck Charm” semblance. And together they shall unleash misfortune wherever they go while keeping their distance from loved ones and fall into alcoholic tendencies!! #slapself
Ty for @percyvex for coming up with this idea because it is beautiful and i clogged up your inbox with suggestions for this.
👀👀👀👀👀 No regrets tho cause now i get to do an AU character study sort of.
Vex’ahlia and Vax’ildan:
There was minimal doubt when they arrived at the camp which deity they were children of. Particularly talented in all things trade, traveling and thievery, these protective twins - along with their brown bear cub - immediately found themselves within the fold of the Hermes cabin.
Vex’ahlia may have had a wit and charm as sharp as the arrows she so favoured, but they were most definitely not as sharp as her eyes. They were like an eagle’s eyes. Not in appearance but in sight. She could perceive things long before others even recognized anything was there. If no one knew any better they would have thought that she belonged in the Apollo cabin, as her eyesight made her skill with a bow even more impressive and deadly. Vex’ahlia was not physically strong, but that did not mean she could not be strong in other ways.
She seemed to move with an unnatural dexterity and grace, much like her brother, and she often was found in precarious situations. Much like staring at a cat on top of a cabinet with nothing else in sight, one would often ask themselves: “How did she get up there?”
Eventually she caught the eye of the huntresses of Artemis, and they caught hers. She very well considered leaving, it would be a fitting life for her and her skills would be useful as well as put to the test. However, eventually her heart won over her head when she remembered her friends, her brother, and the boy with the white hair who had arrived quite a while ago now, who had her heart in his hands without even knowing it.
Vax’ildan’s talents really shone in the thievery aspect of his father’s domain. Quiet as a shadow and nimble as a fox, he was able to perform pranks and get in and out of other cabins with ease. No one seemingly noticed when a few pies went missing here and there, or perhaps a few cups of wine. He was always able to capture the flag before anyone noticed he was there, that was, of course, unless his sister was on the opposite team during a game where they changed the pace. He very much was an older brother figure to many in the Hermes cabin, and even if they left the cabin, he still kept a keen eye on them with the help of his sister. They were all family in the Hermes cabin, and no one escaped that family fold even if they left the cabin.
There were a few where he had taken them under his wing, and there were a few others where they wormed their way out from underneath the wing and into his heart, never to be forgotten even if they did leave.
Where Vex’ahlia had caught the eye of the huntresses, Vax’ildan had caught the eye of gods of death and the fates. No one but them seemed to know why he had caught their eye, but perhaps it was for a reason that was much bigger than he could realize.
summary: everyone can hear their soulmate’s heartbeat since they were born, but as long as you can remember, you couldn’t hear any heartbeat.
a/n: this writing is dedicated to maria, @lukesafallingstar
Someone was calling you at 3 AM.
At first, you had ignored the buzzing of your phone on the bedside table, turning over in your half-awake-half-asleep state. You assumed that it was a prank call or a call from a wrong number, but the person seemed to be adamant on making sure you would pick up, calling again after their first attempt had failed.
On the other hand, Calum and Luke was outside your door. The Maori boy was tipsy and exhausted, desperate for you to pick up.
Luke had been a handful the whole night, and no one didn’t bother to help Luke go home; either they were too wasted or just didn’t want to handle him.
“C’mon, pick up,” Calum muttered, tightening his grip on Luke’s shirt sleeve when he tried to pull away from Calum. The drunk boy made grabby hands at the elevator, whining about how he wanted to drink more. He pouted when Calum shook his head at him. Luke’s head was buzzing with alcohol, and he was unable to think clearly.
At the third attempt of the call, you gave up trying to ignore it. You realised that whoever was calling was just not going to stop no matter what, so you sat up, furrowing your eyebrows in frustration. You glanced at your dim phone screen, seeing that it was Calum who was calling.
“There’d better be a good reason as to why you’re calling me at 3 AM, or I’m kicking your ass,” you groaned as you answered the call, and you could hear Calum snickering from the other end.
“Why—” Your words died on your tongue as you heard someone that wasn’t Calum. More specifically, Luke. He said something incoherent from the other line, and your eyes widened at his voice.
“Is that—” “Yeah, that’s Luke, and we’re outside your door, so open up!” Calum interrupted you before you could finish your sentence. He abruptly ended the call, before bringing his hand up to knock at your apartment door. You got out of bed, lightly patting Petunia as you walked out of your bedroom to open the door. The moment you had opened it, you were greeted with the sight of Calum holding on to Luke’s sleeve tightly, with Luke whining.
Calum let go of Luke’s sleeve, gently pushing him in. He stumbled in, and you caught a hold of his arm before he could trip and fall. You let go of his arm, and he starts to carelessly pull off his shoes, weariness evident in his actions. Petunia ran over to him, and you saw his eyes light up. He sat himself down onto the floor, giving Petunia all the attention he could give.
Calum saw the fond smile on your face as you watched Luke hugging and patting Petunia.
“Right! Take care of him, will you?” He smirked, and you rolled your eyes at the expression that was on his face. For the past two weeks, he had been insisting that you and Luke were soulmates for sure, but you didn’t believe his words.
Everyone had a soulmate, and everyone was able to hear the heartbeat of their soulmate. When they do meet their other half, their special one, they wouldn’t be able to hear their soulmate’s heartbeat anymore.
Some people thought that the reason why people couldn’t hear their heartbeats once they met them was because since they already met, they already have them by their side. No need for a heartbeat in their minds, because whoever they are would already be with them from then on.
But, you couldn’t hear any heartbeat.
And you were so certain that the universe probably did you dirty, leaving you alone with no soulmate with no one to love. Left alone for the rest of your life.
Coincidentally, both you and Luke couldn’t hear any heartbeat. You were grateful, because at least you had the greatest best friend right by your side.
You two had been best friends since you were babies, spending almost all your time together. Heartbreaks and failed attempts in trying to date someone; you both were there for each other. For some reason, Calum was so sure that you two were meant for each other, and he kept saying that the reason why you two couldn’t hear any heartbeat was because you two had met each other since you two were babies.
Calum’s theory did make sense, but you never did bother to ask Luke about it because there was such a high chance that you just do not have a soulmate, and that you don’t have anyone to be with. You left that thought in the back of your mind, afraid that you’d embarrass yourself if you ever talked to Luke about the whole soulmate situation.
“I’m heading home now, and no, don’t even try giving him any more alcohol. He’s gonna wake up with the worst headache tomorrow. And just kiss him! I swear that you two are soulmates. Don’t have to thank me once you do realise,” Calum said, as he gave you a sly wink. You rolled your eyes at him again. He smiled and gave you a small wave, before turning around to leave.
You gently closed the door, letting out a tired sigh as you turned to face Luke. He stopped petting Petunia, and pulled himself up. He immediately pulled you into a hug. You relished his warmth, as you turned your head the side, your ear against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, and in all honesty, it could lull you to a peaceful sleep.
“Hey you,” he elongated the ‘you’ part, and you hummed, reluctantly pulling away from his hug. You had always loved hugging Luke; the way he pulls you in and holds you tightly, and the way his warmth seeps in and makes you all sleepy. He gave one of the best hugs, and it was always so comforting.
“Lu, you should probably go to bed, yeah?” You asked rhetorically, and he nodded sleepily, turning around to walk to your room, stumbling slightly as he struggled in taking off his shirt.
By the time you had reached your bedroom, Luke was already in your bed, eyes closed, seemingly already asleep. When he heard your feet padding softly on the floor, his eyes fluttered open and he reached his hand out, making grabby hands at you.
“Cuddle?” he mumbled, exhaustion lacing his tone as you got into bed. Luke placed his arm around you, and you buried your face into his chest, breathing deeply. His scent filled your nostrils, and you could hear his heartbeat.
His warmth engulfed you. You closed your eyes, Luke’s faint heartbeat almost lulling you into a deep and peaceful sleep, until you’d heard him mumble out something. At least, you thought you’d heard him say it.
“I love you. Not in a friend way.”
You woke up to the smell of burningp>
It was alarming, and you initially had thought that your house was on fire.
In the kitchen, Luke had burnt his second pancake, due to him getting distracted with Petunia and leaving the pancake on the stove unattended. The pancake had blackened, and he wasted more pancake batter than planned. He switched off the stove, hearing footsteps behind him.
“Luke?” You asked, walking over to pet Petunia before raising an eyebrow at him and crossing your arms.
He smiled sheepishly at you, pointing at the plate of pancakes on the countertop.
“I was making pancakes and I kinda burnt two of them,” he chuckled, grabbing the plate of pancakes and cutlery before setting them onto the middle of the table.
You stared at the stack of pancakes, unable to get the thought of Luke saying “I love you” the night before, and you weren’t even sure if you were just hallucinating and that your mind was just playing mean tricks on you, or that he actually said those words and meant it.
You wanted answers, and the million-dollar question was right at the tip of your tongue.
It was really a make it or break it, because it may have been just your mind playing tricks on you; which would mean embarrassing yourself in front of Luke.
Or, Luke really did say those words.
And yet, even if he really did say those words, you weren’t sure what you’d even do or react if Luke admitted that he said “I love you” to you.
And then you realise, that you weren’t even prepared for both the outcomes, and both outcomes were pretty terrifying.
“Do you remember what happened last night here?” You blurted out.
Oh, fuck. This is where it ends. You thought, and you wanted to hit yourself in the face so badly, because you’d just blurted out the question without even thinking about the two possible outcomes, in which only one of them would happen.
Luke shook his head. “Uh, it was all vague and fuzzy. Wait, did I do something questionable or stupid last night?” He asked, and he seemed oddly calm about the possibility of him doing something stupid the night before.
“I-I guess questionable would be the right word…?” You trailed off, unsure of whether you should bring it up or not. Luke smiled, and he seemed like he was holding in laughter. You furrowed your eyebrows, giving him a weird look as he pushed the plate of pancakes to the side.
You thought: This is it, this is when he’ll tell me that whatever he said was just a joke and that he doesn’t love me in a not friend way and in like the normal best friend way and I don’t have—"
“So you heard me say those words right?” His voice broke into your train of thoughts, and you slowly nodded your head. He gave you a ‘so?’ look, and you bit your lip, confused as to what he was trying to say.
“Yeah. B-but we’re not soulmates, ya know, like it may not even—”
And he kissed you.
You were caught off guard, and your eyes widened the moment his lips touched yours. Weirdly, you did feel shocked at the sudden kiss, but at the same time, you also felt at home. Like as if you were used to him kissing you, like as if it was nothing new, like as if it was what you were meant to do.
People would ramble and talk about the first time they met their soulmate. They’d talk about it with sparkles or with a burning passion in their eyes. For years, you had absolutely no idea as to what they were saying.
They’d talk about how meeting their soulmate changed their life from better to worse.
They would say how they felt entirely changed, almost like a new person.
Some people would talk about how they finally felt complete, like finding a missing piece to a puzzle you’ve never been able to complete, and fixing that missing piece of puzzle into the hole felt like a victory, and that the puzzle would be like both of them, a masterpiece only completed with the other.
Others would describe it like fixing two broken hearts. A broken heart that couldn’t even be heart, considering that it was broken into two and it was just left in half, all broken and torn up. Patching them up, which made them feel complete, filling up all the empty holes and healing all the scars.
But to you, it was like coming home.
Most people take years to find their soulmate, whereas you literally had your soulmate right by your side all these years, spending time with you, making memories. Kissing him was like as if you’d come back to the place that you’ve wanted to be in for the longest time.
Luke pulled away, grinning wildly. “Was that enough to make you believe?” He asked, and you nodded your head eagerly.
Like what they all say, “Home is where the heart is.”