An experimental scribble for @astin-the-silent, it’s his wonderful Charr dude Mardoc. <3 I tried out some new brushes and have to admit that I like the outcome! Charr-anatomy is quite … strange, but also interesting and challenging. Thanks for providing this guy as guinea pig!
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Marlene had to give it to Sirius, it was a fantastic party as they always were. People were happy, drinking, dancing and the music was actually bearable. Marlene’s hair that had earlier been perfect was now tussled, her cheeks flushed, her lips kissed numerous times and her mask was now long gone. She was now dancing with a handsome seventh year Ravenclaw who seemed to be really enjoying her Janet costume, as most of the other boys at the party had. She laughed to herself knowing that a good portion wouldn’t even know what Rocky Horror was and that she was just some crazy girl who went to the party in a white bra and slip.
She had seen Caradoc a few times that night, and had avoided him at all costs. Partly because dew to the fact of how much alcohol she had had she wasn’t sure what she would say and partly because of their costumes. Of course he would go as Dr. Frank n Furter, the idea of making eye contact with him while she was in her underwear and he was dressed in a corset was just a little too much. However as she danced her eyes still sought out for him and when she found him he was practically passed out on one of the couches. Rolling her eyes and detaching the Ravenclaw’s hands from her waist she made her way over to him, not even saying hello before moving his arm over her shoulder and hoisting him up. “Come on, Dearborn, time to get you back to your office.” She said trying not to think about how it felt good to have his arm over her shoulder and just focus on getting him out the door. Because even if she was more sober than him, she was still be drunk.
A couple of years past since Marlene left Hogwarts, and both her and Caradoc had joined the Order of the Phoenix, as planned. At the last Order meeting, Caradoc suggested they meet up at Florean Fortescue’s new ice-cream place in Diagon Alley. Because ice-cream is great. She’d accepted Caradoc’s invitation, which was good news as Florean was meant to make great ice-cream and because he hadn’t spoken properly to Marlene in a good long while.
Caradoc arrived fifteen minutes before the arranged time, because he thought it was rude for a gentlemen to arrive after the lady. He was wearing a baggy cardigan that he hadn’t worn in ages, which he knew was a terrible mistake, it was shabby. He didn’t know why he was so nervous, he and Marlene had been a sort of thing since she was at Hogwarts, which was obviously kept a secret as Caradoc wanted to keep his job.
He got himself a coffee before Marlene arrived and drank it incredibly fast. And then he saw her, she walked into the ice-cream parlour really casually. Her face lit it up entirely. Caradoc smiled at her then pulled a seat out for her, and pushed it back in when she sat down. He also sat down and said, “Hello, Marls. What can I get you?”
The Archvault of the Cathedral of St John in Modena Italy contains what is probably the earliest representation of the King Arthur legend. Created about AD 1100 it predates Geoffrey of Monmouth. The carvings show the rescue of Guinevere from the castle of Mardoc by Arthur and five of his knights, including Sir Gawain. The armor and weapons are from the time the sculpture was made and depict 11th century knights rather than warriors from the 6th century when the legendary Arthur supposedly lived.