I found some old art books today called ‘Celtic Art: The methods of Construction by George Bain’ Which, I found interesting. I only have 4 out of the 7, they are very old (From 55 years ago). I thought I would just share some scans from them, some people might find them useful. :)
I waited for you at breakfast, but you slept in. Or avoided me, apparently. And I tried to catch your eye this afternoon, but you were so good at shutting me out completely.” “Is that what got under your skin? That I shut you out, or that it was so easy for Tarquin to get in?” “What got under my skin,” Rhys said, his breathing a bit uneven, “is that you smiled at him.” The rest of the world faded to mist as the words sank in. “You are jealous.”
and that one time she finally did
His fingers tightened on mine, and I looked up. He was smiling at me. And looked so un-High-Lord-like with the glowing dust on the side of his face that I grinned back. I hadn’t even realized what I’d done until his own smile faded, and his mouth parted slightly. “Smile again,” he whispered. I hadn’t smiled for him. Ever. Or laughed. Under the Mountain, I had never grinned, never chuckled. And afterward … And this male before me … my friend … For all that he had done, I had never given him either. Even when I had just … I had just painted something. On him. For him. I’d—painted again. So I smiled at him, broad and without restraint. “You’re exquisite,” he breathed.
#2 When Rhys confessed to having his wishes unfulfilled
“Isn’t that what High Lords do?” My breath clouded in front of me in the brisk night. “Whatever they please?” He studied my face. “There are a great many things that I wish to do, and don’t get to.”
#3 When we find out what his nightmares were about
“I’m sorry I didn’t find a way to spare you from what happened Under the Mountain,” Rhys said with equal quiet. “From dying. From wanting to die.” I began to shake my head, but he said, “I have two kinds of nightmares: the ones where I’m again Amarantha’s whore or my friends are … And the ones where I hear your neck snap and see the light leave your eyes.”
#4 When the High Lord of Night Court physically flinched from an emotional wound
“What is it that you want, Feyre?” I had no answer. I didn’t know. Not anymore. “What is it that you want, Feyre?” I stayed silent. His laugh was bitter, soft. “I thought so. Perhaps you should take some time to figure that out one of these days.” “Perhaps I don’t know what I want, but at least I don’t hide what I am behind a mask,” I seethed. “At least I let them see who I am, broken bits and all. Yes—it’s to save your people. But what about the other masks, Rhys? What about letting your friends see your real face? But maybe it’s easier not to. Because what if you did let someone in? And what if they saw everything, and still walked away? Who could blame them—who would want to bother with that sort of mess?” He flinched. The most powerful High Lord in history flinched. And I knew I’d hit hard—and deep. Too hard. Too deep.
and when we learned how deep that wound went
“Why didn’t you tell me?” “You were in love with him; you were going to marry him. And then you… you were enduring everything and it didn’t feel right to tell you.” “I deserved to know.” “The other night you told me you wanted a distraction, you wanted fun. Not a mating bond. And not to someone like me - a mess.” So the words I’d spat after the Court of Nightmares had haunted him
#5 When he considered settling for ‘whatever pieces she offered him’
“You think I didn’t want to tell you? You think I liked hearing you wanted me only for amusement and release? You think it didn’t drive me out of my mind so completely that those bastards shot me out of the sky because I was too busy wondering if I should tell you, or wait - or maybe take whatever pieces that you offered me and be happy with it? Or that maybe I should let you go so you don’t have a lifetime of assassins and High Lords hunting you down for being with me?”
#6 When he cried…
“But then she snapped your neck.” Tears rolled down his face. “And I felt you die,” he whispered.
But I was being ripped apart from the inside out, and I thrashed, unable to out-scream the pain. “Feyre!” someone roared. No, not someone—Rhysand. Rhysand yelled my name again - yelled it as though he cared
-A Court of Thornes and Roses
#7 When he spent 3 months thinking she hated him
“And for three months… for three months I tried to convince myself that you were better off without me. I tried to convince myself that everything I’d done had made you hate me.”
#8 When he put her happiness above his own
“I heard you were going to marry him, and I told myself you were happy. I should let you be happy, even if it killed me. Even if you were my mate, you’d earned that happiness.”
#9 When he thought he wasn’t that type of person for her
“I heard what you told him,” he said. “That you thought it would be easy to fall in love with him. You meant it, too.” “So?” It was the only thing I could think of to say. “I was jealous—of that. That I’m not … that sort of person. For anyone.“
#10 When we found out that all this time he had been in love with Feyre
“It killed me, Feyre, to send you back. To see you waste away, month by month. It killed me to know he was sharing your bed. Not just because you were my mate, but because I … ” He glanced down, then up at me again. “I knew … I knew I was in love with you that moment I picked up the knife to kill Amarantha.”
I've just discovered you and I love your work! Would you mind sharing your approach to composition and thought process on it? Are there any artists you reference? Thank you!
Hey! you found me! Thanks!
I reference from photos for stuff I can’t visualize on my own, and artists like bouguereau, rockwell, leyendecker, mucha for mind fuel
Whenever I do a piece, the objective I have in mind is to not get bored, because once I lose interest, I lose the piece.
So for me, the composition has to be distinct enough to avoid echoing an early piece, and to immediately be recognized due to its layout. It’s gotta be new for me, and new things are fun and exciting, right? (yes they are)
I think about the subject, the action, the actual format (whether it’s allegorical, objective, subjective, i.e. is it a symbolization, a certain scene, would you find it in real life? I tend to avoid the latter, because I find it dull and uninteresting and I hhhhhhhate that) I place priority on the human form, it’s versatile and expressive more than anything else, in my opinion.
Here’s an example. Normally I don’t post my sketches since they’re just glorified chicken scratch, but this is the best example I could think of at the moment. It’s St. George (for my series sanctus), and normally, you’d see him like this
(Saint George and the Dragon by gustave moreau, 1889-1890 )
(Saint George and the Dragon by raphael, 1504-1506)
It’s a pretty common depiction, since it goes back to medieval times. The similarities are that he’s on a horse, he has a spear/lance, there’s a dragon, and he’s attacking it.
The big picture (haha pun) is that I wanted to also have my subject be st george (side note, it’s kind of the theme of the series), but different enough from past artworks where I’d know it wasn’t enormously reminiscent of the traditional depiction. So I aim to keep the basic idea, and see what goes on from there.
This is the first sketch I did, it was okay, I knew I’d never drawn anything like that, which is good, but composition was lacking. I wasn’t so hot about this, so I dropped it. I kinda like it so I might revisit it . Additionally, though, it strayed a little too far from the main idea.
Above was the second sketch, after I’d finished roughing it out, I knew immediately it wouldn’t do. I was satisfied for about 2 seconds, then I got disappointed and stayed that way.. If I put it side by side with the other million or so paintings of st george, I doubt I could tell it was mine. It was practically the same: horse, lance, dragon. The action was too similar to other portrayals.
It’s not as similar as the previous one was, but I didn’t like it. That’s a good indicator too, whether you like it or not. I’d tried to fuse the first and second sketch because I did like the first one somewhat, but it didn’t really work for me. It’s just so awkward …
So I left the piece for a while, and came back and did this. It was different, simpler (which can improve a piece more often than not), and I liked it. After I did most of the sketch, I said great job u idiot it only took you a week to come up with a sketch the hell is wrong with u, went to bed, and woke up happy, and normally it doesn’t take me 3 actual sketches or something to come up with a good piece, and I was getting pretty fed up before the last sketch, but good thing I didn’t give up (this time. hah) This is basically how I go about my pieces for now.
tl;dr Don’t give up! (haha I lied, go back and read)
tutorial for how to use the watercolour layer effect in medibang (featuring my sparkledeer, illuima *3*! also, a couple of points i couldn’t fit into the image:
i usually place a light paper texture as my background when i do this - it just completes the illusion of the effect.
if you want to see the texture through the colours, set the colour layers to the ‘multiply’ blending mode. doing this this might darken your colours a little! to fix it, adjust the brightness of you colour layers with the ‘levels’ filter.
all my colours are on a single layer! it’s not necessary though, but it replicates the conditions of traditional watercolour painting and you can blend colours a lot more easily *u*
all the brushes i used are available to download via the medibang brush cloud (just click the cloud shape option at the bottom left of your brushes dialog box).
hope this tut is helpful! i only recently found this effect in medibang myself, so i thought i would share it in case people weren’t aware ^w^
So at the end of every volume of NANA, Ai Yazawa has a brief paragraph about the manga or just some introspection about her life. They give great insight into the series and I think only a few are found on the scans of NANA online, so I thought I’d share them all!
The creator, Ai Yazawa, told us, “I created this story so that it could be enjoyed as a stand-alone and, at the same time, have a complete ending that could be connected to an ongoing series. I hope you’ll look forward to the future of the two Nanas!”
A note from Ai Yazawa: “I had thought that if the two Nanas met each other, they would probably be constantly fighting, but they seem oddly friendly. What’s up with that?! It’s one of me (not so) seven wonders (ha-ha).”
Since childhood, the artists I’ve looked up to haven’t been writers and illustrators, but mostly musicians. Music provides me the most emotional effect and excitement. If there was no music, I don’t think my creative juices would boil. Music is that important to my life.
- Ai Yazawa
I realized one day that there are hit songs with the same names as the main female characters, NANA, JUNKO, and SACHIKO (the kanji for JUNKO is different, though). It’s not that big a deal, but I sometimes just hum the melodies longingly.
- Ai Yazawa
In the initial drafts, Nana’s band was a rockabilly band like the Stray Cats. But due to various circumstances, I didn’t keep it that way. But if they were rockabilly, Ren, Nobu and Shin would have had pompadours. And Yasu too?
- Ai Yazawa
When I was a child, I used to take piano lessons. Even after I stopped taking lessons, I bought sheet music I liked and continued playing. I’ve had my hands full for several years now, but one of these days I’d like to learn how to play jazz piano, which I’ve wanted to do for years now.
- Ai Yazawa
I had an opportunity to interview a group of professional musicians. I showered them with questions, but they answered willingly, and it was very helpful. I was having problems balancing the fictional world of manga-like simplicity and gorgeousness with a sense of reality. But I realized again that what’s important is the humanity of the characters.
- Ai Yazawa
When I was in high school, there was a cool girl in my class who was a lone wolf. I was really into a foreign New Romantic-type band then, and when she asked me one day, “Do you want to go to their concert together?” I was overwhelmed. My heart fluttered more than when I was with my boyfriend (☺). Have you had a Hachiko experience like that? - Ai Yazawa
…their S/O telling them ‘i love you’ for the first time pls❤
You were in the kitchen, placing some chips and pretzels into a bowl for you and Montgomery to share. You were about to move to throw away the bag when you felt strong arms wrap around your waist tightly, picking your body up off the ground, as you felt his head burying itself in your neck “Hey sexy” he would sing, his smile prominent on your neck. You would giggle and fall back into his embrace “We’re never gonna have movie night if you keep distracting me” you would jokingly warn. You would feel his head shake, his lips traveling to your ear “Awe but you love the distraction. You love me” he would confidentially declare, his teeth nibbling on your earlobe. Your smile would only grow wider as you shut your eyes and tilted your head to the side “You’re right” you would agree “I do love you”. His nibbling would cease and he would place you back on the ground, his hands tightening around your waist as he began to rock the both of you “Wow” he would begin, your face tilting to watch his expression “I never thought I would hear you say those words” he confessed honestly. Your eyebrows scrunched together “Wanna hear em again?” You would question, biting your lower lip. He would eagerly nod, his eyes closing as he waited for your response “I love you Montgomery De La Cuz”. You spoke slowly and surely, and with your words he would smile, his eyes opening to shine brightly “And I love you too Y/N. So god damn much”
He had just singlehandedly won yet another basketball game for his team and the school. You had taken him out for a celebratory dinner at Rosie’s diner, one you found the two of you doing quite frequently. He had moved from the other side of the booth to by your side, one hand resting on your thigh and the other around your shoulders. You laid your head on his shoulder “Proud of you babe” you would remind him, glancing up to watch a smile smear itself on his face. He would lean down and place a gently kiss on your forehead “And that’s why I’m such a good player, I got your support to drive me” he would compliment, his soft smile turning into a smirk. You would laugh in response, your hand tracing his arm on your thigh “Glad to be of assistance” you would start “But if my love is enough to make star athletes then I must be a wizard”. It was meant to be nothing, just a little joke to piggy back in what he said but you knew you meant more behind it, and apparently he did too. “Love?” He would question “You love me?”. Your voice would get caught in your throat before you could respond “I mean” you began before you shut your eyes and took a deep breath “Yeah. Yes. I do love you Zach” you would confidently state, your eyes timidly glancing up to meet his. His smile never faltered, never wavered, never dropped, it only rose “I love you too babe” he would confirm, his lips moving to kiss yours “I really do"
The two of you had just come back from a weekend of partying that you weren’t necessarily proud of but at this point in time you couldn’t stop your incessant giggling. He watched you with loving eyes, his arm wrapped around your waist, drawing you close as he smiled at your constant laughter "That is the cutest sound I’ve ever heard, I love it ” he would compliment, his eyes shinning as you glanced up at him. Your hand interlaced with his “Awe, and I love flattery” you respond, your giggling quieting itself and being replaced by a toothy grin. “And I loved this weekend” he would continue, building up on the love of things the two of you were sharing “And I love you” you would reply as if you’ve said it millions of times before. He didn’t seem to be shocked, concerned or confused, just content, pleased and happy “That’s what I was gonna say” he pouted playfully. You once again began to giggle “What? That you love me or you love yourself?”. He rolled his eyes playfully, his head shaking slightly “That I love you silly” he began “That I really, really love you”. Your smile shone as bright as the sun, reaching up to plant a kiss on his lips “Well I really, really love you too”
You thought he was asleep. The two of you were nicely cuddled up in your bed, watching some horror movie on tv that Jeff had fallen asleep during. The final credits had began to roll and you moved to glance behind you to see his eyes tightly shut and take notice of his peaceful breathing, the rising and falling of his chest against your back. You would snuggle up closer to the boy and sigh lovingly “I love you” you would quietly murmur as your eyes fluttered shut, getting ready to join your boyfriend in sleep, but with his sudden movements your eyes quickly shot back open “You what?” He would question, his voice tired but pointed as you no longer felt his arms around your waist. You would rub your eyes and turn around to face the boy that was now sitting half way up right and staring at you with wide eyes “I-uh-I” you would stammer and try to avoid his eye contact, while failing miserably. After you began to try and stutter out a few more incoherent words, Jeffs demeanor would soften, they would form into a look of realization and love. He would then smile and cup your cheek, leaning in to place a passionate kiss on your lips and moving back to rest his forehead against yours, his thumb lightly stroking your cheek, his eyes shinning with affection and admiration “I love you too Y/N. I love you too”
He was showing you the stars on top of the Crestmont roof. He had been so excited to show you for the whole day, he would remind you every thirty minutes, a boyish grin plastered on his face, and it only got larger when it was time. He would tightly grasp your hand “C’mon its time” he reminded, dragging you to the top to where he had placed two lawn chairs and a blanket with a candle. Your smile grew as you planted a kiss on his cheek “It’s wonderful Clay, thank you” you encouraged as he lead you to the blanket “I wanted you to be comfortable”. The two of you were snuggling for about an hour, listening and watching clay point to every constellation he could point out and all of his comments about the moon, you loved every second. “I love this Clay” you started, snuggling into his side “I love you”. You felt his grip tighten around you, it had taken Clay months before he had finally admitted his feelings towards you, so you knew this was a leap, but he didn’t seem to be freaking out. You felt his warm breath against your neck as he leaned his head towards your ear before he responded “I love you too”
The two of you had driven to the top of a mountain, one the two of you regularly found yourselves at. It was quiet and a great place to talk, have a picnic, lay on a blanket and just hold each other, it was your spot. The two of you were leaning again the railing blocking off the road form the edge of the mountain top, staring off at the town you two called home down below. You felt his hand search for your before it found its target, his fingers lacing with yours “I never thought I could share this place with someone” his thumb would begin to rub your outer hand as he kept his gaze ahead of him “Thought they would ruin it. Make it less peaceful or less safe or something. But you” he would pause for a moment, a smile flashing over his face “You made it better. You made it a place that I. Ever want to be unless you’re by my side…I guess what I’m trying to say is…I mean I” he would stop, lowering his head and shaking it, unable to finish. You would lean over and kiss him, feeling his breath stop as your lips touched. You would slowly pull away, your forehead leaning against his “I love you Tony” his lips would curl, his free hand placing itself on the back of his neck “I love you too Y/N"
The two of you were playing some video games, the two of you neck and neck "Give it up Standall, you can’t beat me” you would mock, a smirk curling onto your lips as your eyes were glued to the screen “I wouldn’t be too sure Y/N, looks like imma bout to get the lead” he would declare, his tongue grazing his bottom lip. You knew that the declaration wasn’t about to come true and only a tactic used to scare you, and when he glanced from the screen to you he could tell you knew what he was doing, so he took matters into his own hand. He slowly began to lean into you, causing you to rock to your side “Alex Standall!” You would shout, trying to keep your eyes on the screen but you vision was slowly becoming impaired as you kept falling. You would thrash under him, only causing him to laugh as he took over the lead, ending the game with his name in gold letters, shinning as the winner. You groaned and threw your head back, the controller flying from your hands “Cheater” you grumbled, eyeing him from your position. He would shrug, a grin as wide as ever on his face “I wouldn’t say cheater, I just took advantage of the situation at hand” he would explain, turning his body to face you. You scrunched your nose and stuck your tongue up at him “Hate you” you stated with no real animosity behind it. “Awe” he began, his bottom lip puckering out “No ya don’t babe” he defended, his thumb grazing your cheek. You thought for a moment, filling the silence with your humming before you responded “You’re right” you began, your hands loping around his neck “I don’t hate you. I actually love you…cheater”. His eyebrow tilted up, showing signs of confusion but as time went on his confusion went into admiration “I love you too…loser”
First of all, I just wanted to thank y'all for all the love on the last tutorial I posted -I’m glad people found it worthy of sharing and reading. I wanted to make this one more in-depth. I don’t think I would call this a “tutorial” to achieve something specific, but a look into the thought process that goes on regarding environments, storytelling and execution. Hopefully you can relate it to your own thought processes you currently have.
Have a good one, guys! If you got questions, do ask ‘em. :)
(Also. I know I’ve been quiet in posting new art lately. A lot of the art I can’t show yet but there is cool stuff on the way.)
“It’s simple, Susan. Just pick one. Which would you rather be?”
It was my first day of first grade at a
new school, and we were playing a getting-to-know-you game that doubled as a
class-demographics survey. We had divided ourselves into groups based on
favorite ice cream flavor, age, favorite animal, and zip code, laughing over
Then came a question on race. I thought
seriously for a moment as the other kids sorted themselves into groups. But I
quickly found my answer and carefully chose my spot—halfway between the group
of students who identified as white and the group who identified as Asian. I
was proud of my creativity, and excited to share my answer.
So I was shocked when my teacher
disciplined me in front of the class, first asking why I hadn’t chosen a group,
and then, when I explained that I had chosen a group—half one, and half
the other—chastising me for choosing two groups when her survey allowed her to
tick only one box.
Which is when she demanded that I choose
between the two.
Me a few days ago: I’m not going to write for a bit Me after last night’s ep. of the Flash: TIME TO WRITE UNTIL MY HANDS FALL OFF But for real, last night’s episode was so good and now I have Julian feels!!!
Title: For You Pairing: Julian Albert x reader Summary: Barry leaves you alone in the lab with Julian, which leads to you discovering his life story. Word Count: 1,705 Warnings: Food mention, spoilers about the Flash episode 3x04 (obviously)
"No, Allen, you may not steal another
sample from me,“ you heard Julian sneer as you walked into the lab.
You could feel the annoyance radiating off of Julian.
Barry catches your glance and rolls his eyes quickly. You smile at his
frustration with Julian, vaguely amused, but break the tension by handing Barry
a manila folder.
"Don’t worry about it Julian, Barr’s working on
something else,” you told him, resting your hand proudly on Barry’s
Barry thanks you with a smile before shrugging your hand
off gently and walking to his half of the lab. Julian pauses, eyes flickering
from you to Barry before replying.
"Well, good for him,“ Julian replied, busying
himself with the papers on his desk. "Working on something useful.”
People were screaming everywhere, but it was nothing compared
to the loud squeaking noise of the machines and the reeking, hot scent of
butter and sugar. The fair…, you
Families and groups of friends were happily running around,
making you feel dizzy as you tried to find your target. You wanted to push everyone
out of your way, but instead you dodged between them. You stopped to have a
good look around at your surroundings, turning on yourself in the crowd.
Soon people started to raise eyebrows as they walked past
you, their eyes scanned you from head to toe. You rolled your eyes, choosing to
focus on your mission rather than their sly smirks.
Yes, you were wearing a tight spandex black suit, so what?
It was your battle outfit and it made you feel confident and strong. The kind
of feelings that make saving the world a bit less stressful.
It’s been over a century since the epic and bloody war against Hybern, but a new, unprecedented horror lies in wait to threaten everything the Inner Circle holds dear.
At a mere 17, it seems that the only one who can save them is the Heir to the Night Court, Feyre and Rhysand’s daughter Eleana, but as a creature so vile promises to kill everyone she loves, she must combat the urge to succumb to the darkness herself. The key to success lies hidden within her mate, the bastard born Kaden, who is as oblivious to the bond as her Court is oblivious to the war on the horizon.
With the help of her cousin and warrior Felix, the son of the famed Nesta and Cassian, they will try to save everything they hold dear, hopefully before the darkness takes them all.
“I’m going to find you!” Felix sang. He knew
exactly where his sister was from her giggling. He knew she was behind a tree
in front of him, but was just letting her think she was going to win their game
of hide-and-seek. It had only been hours since he returned home from his
mission to the mortal lands, and all the other members of the Elite had been
dismissed. He, however, was awaiting the arrival of a certain bastard and heir
and couldn’t make a public appearance until they were with him.
He’d lied to High Lady Feyre and told her that
he and Eleana were going to spend some quality time with Quathryn for a few
hours, but that would become longer if Eleana didn’t arrive home soon. He was a
little worried about how long Laya was taking to come home from the wedding,
but there were multiple explanations for it. Firstly, her and Kaden were having
such a splendid time that they let time slip away from them. Unlikely, knowing
how angsty the two were. The second option was that they had a fight and Eleana
is blowing off steam somewhere, but if that had happened Kaden would have come
to him by now. Then there was the possibility that things went so horribly with
his family that they were all dead and Felix would never see his friends again.
“Come find me! Lis!” Quathryn sang back to him.
Her little voice warmed his heart and made him think more realistically. Together,
Kaden and Eleana were an unstoppable force – he had to believe that nothing
would go wrong. He’d go insane if we worried about them as much as they
warranted him to.
When you spent the night over at the dorm, you made sure to bring your stuffed elephant. You were a bit embarrassed about it, so Seungcheol went out of his way to get every single member a stuffed elephant to sleep with so that you didn’t feel bad. Besides, he thought it was pretty cute to see you so attached to something.
“Y/N, your elephant was just so cute that I wanted everyone to have one. Now we have a whole herd of them!”
Sleeping with your teddy bear was just something you had grown used to doing, and you completely forgot that you left the bear on the couch when Wonwoo came over. You thought he would comment on it, but he just shrugged and smiled.
“I guess I’ll have to share you with the teddy bear. But you should know that I’m way more comfortable than it is, Y/N.”
Mingyu found out you slept with a dog plushie when he came over to take care of you when you were sick. He couldn’t resist calling you adorable repeatedly, kissing your cheeks and petting the stuffed dog. When he found out you hadn’t named it yet, he got really excited.
“Can I name it? Oh my gosh, I’m honored, it needs a special name to match my special partner.”
When Vernon found your teddy bear, he grabbed it and walked over to you, pouting. You would have been embrassed if it weren’t for him whining about the teddy bear stealing all of his hugs from you. So instead, you just laughed and hugged him tight and promised you would cuddle with him too.
“But Y/N, why do you need a teddy bear when you have me? I’m just as good!”
So lately I’ve been seeing a post about WordBrain going around, but today I found out about the other version of the game, WordBrain Themes! This is even better than the original, in my opinion, because it separates the words into categories which can be helpful for learning new words! It’s not available in quite as many languages as the original, but if you’re learning English, German, French, Dutch, Italian, Spanish, Swedish, Danish or Norwegian it might help with vocab. Just thought I would share this in case anyone wants to use it c:
Realizing that Kylux is kind of like evil space Lawlight...
* They are rivals who are constantly one-upping each other and equals vying for power.
* They call each other out when no one else dares to.
Hux and Light * Evil redhead (well, more auburn brown in Light’s case) * Mass murderers * Views killing as a righteous act * Doesn’t like guns (think getting own hands dirty is beneath him) * Superiority complex * Likes things neat and orderly * Charismatic * Glowing eyes of doom * Has a freak out when he realizes what he’s done but outside forces and own hubris compel him to continue. * father in a position of authority * ace student * master strategist
Kylo and L * Emo boy * Dark hair, pale skin, dark eyes * Dark and troubled mysterious past * Messy * Human disaster
* Hides identity (sometimes with a literal mask)
* Assumed name contains a hint to his real name.
* Raised as a weapon
* Lacking in social skills
* Sore loser
* views himself as a monster (or dark)
Now imagining L with force powers and Hux with a Death Note . There wouldn’t be a show…
modern au where morgana suspects merlin is gay and so when she realizes she’s gay and hints at him about that they end up coming out to each other
and merlin! is the first and only person morgana’s ever told! or who knows! even though she’s maybe known for a long time! and morgana! is the only person merlin’s age that knows about merlin! and the only person he’s ever told instead of them figuring it out (because gauis found out when he found merlin’s gay porn lol and he thinks hunith knows but he hasn’t Officially Told her and will knew he had a crush on this boy when they were little but he was straight so it Wasn’t The Same) and morgana! who merlin’s always thought of as kind of cold and standoffish, hugs him and won’t let go and cries after they tell each other and chokes out “i’ve never known anyone else who was gay, thank you thank you”
they’re both so high off the fact that Someone Knows and they’re always giggly at each other and make silly gay jokes (gwen: hey look a rainbow’s out! merlin: you know, i don’t see many rainbows. morgana, smirking: really? *giggle giggle* merlin: well, not many actual rainbows *giggle giggle* maybe other types *giggle giggle* arthur: what?)
they don’t know each that well outside of this one thing, but they’re constantly talking to each other about it
and they’re the friends who shop together and text each other constantly while they’re with their friends together and complain about the Straights and Judge People (honestly 80% of their conversations that aren’t directly gay jokes are them Judging People Together) and they can’t go to pride events where they live because Uther, so they road trip together other places, and they’re so physically affectionate too, particularly morgana
and! everyone! starts to think! they’re together! and they keep giggling about this which only serves to make everyone more sure, like arthur gwen merlin and morgana go on a trip together and arthur and gwen are dating so they’re going to share a hotel bed, and morgana’s like “merlin can share with me *giggle giggle* we don’t mind heehee”
and arthur and gwen! get all jealous! but don’t quite understand why because they haven’t both quite worked out that they’re not in love with each other but in love with merlin and morgana respectively, and arthur’s just sitting around that whole trip like “i’m not sure whether to fight my sister or merlin for this and i’m not sure what’s up with any of it but i Don’t Like It”
because you know merlin and morgana would only encourage people thinking they’re together once they found out people thought so, because if they didn’t think they could come out anyway they’d be like “how many of our friends’ heads can we screw with heehehe” so morgana’s texting merlin like “elena just asked me if we were together and arthur was there so i said i wouldn’t tell her that but that i did know youre well hung af and arthur turned an alarming shade of purple and excused himself, you can thank me later” meanwhile merlin’s texting morgana like “how! can percy not realize! i’m gay! we’re sharing a room and i only wore tommy hilfinger black briefs to bed last night THIS IS A TELL TALE SIGN!!!! and yet he just asked me if i like freya oh my god”