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Minako pressed her hand against the mirror’s surface, willing herself to remember the tiny details of her own face. The thin white scars and the wrinkles under the eyes. As a teenager she never dreamed that even in a million years she’d be grateful for wrinkles, but she was. No one knew this face anymore. No one ever saw this face anymore, save herself. The wrinkles were still slight, especially for her centuries of age, but Usagi had never had them. They were hers. They reminded her that under the disguise, Minako still existed. Ever so quietly, Minako lived on.
It was the hardest mission her Queen had ever called her to, and there was no end in sight. What she wouldn’t give for Rei’s shoulder to cry on some days. Even if it would be followed by a harsh scolding, Rei would have let her cry first.
"Mama?" The familiar voice of her princess, the heir to to the new Silver Millenium, echoed through the Queen’s private chambers. Beneath it, Minako heard the rhythmic tap of Mamoru’s shoes on the tile.
She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to watch the transformation again as she held the Crescent Compact and it’s long-unchanged image against her chest while she whispered, “Crescent Moon Power, Transform into Neo Queen Serenity.”
Pink hair bobbed around the corner as Minako straightened shoulders that both were and were not hers, and lifted a chin that should have sat on a different woman. It was a somber smile that greeted Small Lady, “Good Morning Chibiusa. How are your studies going?”
The girl, nearly 200 years old and still a child in every sense of the word, turned her head guiltily, looking every inch like Usagi had when she wanted to hide poor test scores in English or Math.
"Good Morning Serenity," Mamoru smiled gently, walking over to place a chaste kiss on her forehead, against the crescent moon symbol that was only an illusion.
"Good Morning Endymion," She knew her humor sounded forced, she was having a rough morning of it today. "I see you’re encouraging her delinquency again. Mercury will be furious."
He only smiled in response, taking up both her hands and patting them gently between his. He understood some days were more difficult than others.
Thank the goddess Mamoru knew. She didn’t think she could deal with his not knowing nor could she imagine how she could have hidden in from him for long. That he never called the queen “Odango” or any of the hundred pet names he had shared with the real Usagi anymore went over most peoples’ heads. She did not know how to be a better, or more emotional false mother to Small Lady. She saw too much of her lost friend in the little girl’s every movement.
The Guardian Senshi knew. The King knew. His Shitennou knew. That was the end of it though. The Outer Senshi at least suspected, but never spoke of it.
Sailor Mars had fallen in an intense battle nearly half a century ago. Sailor Venus had been so horribly scarred in that same battle that she never appeared in public save to defend the Queen, and even then she stayed in the shadows. Only the Queen, King, and the other two living Guardian Senshi interacted with her directly these past 50 years. That was the official story at any rate.
In reality, both Moon and Mars had died. Venus was scarred, but not that horribly. Instead, she was acting as the Queen nearly 24-7. Her old role as Serenity’s body double being used to full effect. She was rarely undisguised, even with her fellow Guardians. She could count on one hand the number of times she’d spoken to Makoto and Ami with her own face in the last 20 years. They assured her that they knew, and it was more important she not risk letting the secret slip. Mamoru rarely shared her bed at all, instead doting on Small Lady, for which she was grateful.
Mercury entered the room and immediately began scolding Small Lady for neglecting her studies while Jupiter leaned against the door frame regarding her with a raised eyebrow. She only nodded, smiled, and kept playing the distant Queen Mother that a time traveling Chibiusa would complain to them of nearly 700 years from now.

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Minako pressed her hand against the mirror’s surface, willing herself to remember the tiny details of her own face. The thin white scars and the wrinkles under the eyes. As a teenager she never dreamed that even in a million years she’d be grateful for wrinkles, but she was. No one knew this face anymore. No one ever saw this face anymore, save herself. The wrinkles were still slight, especially for her centuries of age, but Usagi had never had them. They were hers. They reminded her that under the disguise, Minako still existed. Ever so quietly, Minako lived on.

It was the hardest mission her Queen had ever called her to, and there was no end in sight. What she wouldn’t give for Rei’s shoulder to cry on some days. Even if it would be followed by a harsh scolding, Rei would have let her cry first.

"Mama?" The familiar voice of her princess, the heir to to the new Silver Millenium, echoed through the Queen’s private chambers. Beneath it, Minako heard the rhythmic tap of Mamoru’s shoes on the tile.

She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to watch the transformation again as she held the Crescent Compact and it’s long-unchanged image against her chest while she whispered, “Crescent Moon Power, Transform into Neo Queen Serenity.”

Pink hair bobbed around the corner as Minako straightened shoulders that both were and were not hers, and lifted a chin that should have sat on a different woman. It was a somber smile that greeted Small Lady, “Good Morning Chibiusa. How are your studies going?”

The girl, nearly 200 years old and still a child in every sense of the word, turned her head guiltily, looking every inch like Usagi had when she wanted to hide poor test scores in English or Math.

"Good Morning Serenity," Mamoru smiled gently, walking over to place a chaste kiss on her forehead, against the crescent moon symbol that was only an illusion.

"Good Morning Endymion," She knew her humor sounded forced, she was having a rough morning of it today. "I see you’re encouraging her delinquency again. Mercury will be furious."

He only smiled in response, taking up both her hands and patting them gently between his. He understood some days were more difficult than others.

Thank the goddess Mamoru knew. She didn’t think she could deal with his not knowing nor could she imagine how she could have hidden in from him for long. That he never called the queen “Odango” or any of the hundred pet names he had shared with the real Usagi anymore went over most peoples’ heads. She did not know how to be a better, or more emotional false mother to Small Lady. She saw too much of her lost friend in the little girl’s every movement.

The Guardian Senshi knew. The King knew. His Shitennou knew. That was the end of it though. The Outer Senshi at least suspected, but never spoke of it.

Sailor Mars had fallen in an intense battle nearly half a century ago. Sailor Venus had been so horribly scarred in that same battle that she never appeared in public save to defend the Queen, and even then she stayed in the shadows. Only the Queen, King, and the other two living Guardian Senshi interacted with her directly these past 50 years. That was the official story at any rate.

In reality, both Moon and Mars had died. Venus was scarred, but not that horribly. Instead, she was acting as the Queen nearly 24-7. Her old role as Serenity’s body double being used to full effect. She was rarely undisguised, even with her fellow Guardians. She could count on one hand the number of times she’d spoken to Makoto and Ami with her own face in the last 20 years. They assured her that they knew, and it was more important she not risk letting the secret slip. Mamoru rarely shared her bed at all, instead doting on Small Lady, for which she was grateful.

Mercury entered the room and immediately began scolding Small Lady for neglecting her studies while Jupiter leaned against the door frame regarding her with a raised eyebrow. She only nodded, smiled, and kept playing the distant Queen Mother that a time traveling Chibiusa would complain to them of nearly 700 years from now.

And once upon a time we used to elect the leaders of the Free World. Of course, that was before the Free World only consisted of a few measly states and rumors of other pockets of humanity that haven’t been enslaved or killed by the Fae. When we didn’t have to huddle under the good graces of these supposed Wizards and their protection. That might as well have been a century ago rather than three years though. You can keep dreaming, but the rest of us know the truth behind the fairy tales now.

Andy (a.k.a. that green-haired kid in chapter 1), Overhill

A rough draft line of monologue to remind me of the basic attitudes and life views of a side character I got attached to. Written with the intent of being used later.

(via elfgrove)

"So, you get a burning sensation and rashes or blisters and welts when you touch iron directly? Doesn’t that make you an elf or some shit?"

"No." Andy curled in on himself, knees pulling towards his body."I’ve got Contact Dermatitis. It’s a medical condition. Iron and Nickel just happen to be my primary irritants."

"Dude, you’re a fucking elf." 

"I am not," Andy’s voice was soft, defensive, and almost too quiet to be heard.

"He’s not an elf you wanker," The short blonde boy shoved his way onto the couch, nearly unseating the third boy. "Stop being a little shit."

He looked offended, “Well, he’s at least gotta be a Halfie, right man? Only those fucking Fae are allergic to Iron.”

"Man, nobody here gives a flying except you. Bug off." The blonde turned to Andy, smiling warmly. "Hey, welcome to the traveling circus. You tried the punch?"

Big brown eyes greeted him from behind a fringe of grass green hair, “No.”

"You should, it is excellent. Come on, I’ll show you where the cups are." He offered a hand, "I’m Tsuba. You’re Andy, right?"

"Yeah."

Andy took Tsuba’s hand and was easily pulled to his feet by the smaller boy. Brown eyes widened in surprise, and Tsuba grinned in response. “I work out.”

"There shouldn’t be any fucking Halfies at these parties. We’re trying to forget what those fu—" His muttering was cut off as Tsuba turned, bodily dragging him from the couch and tossing him to the floor.

"Hey dude.” Tsuba’s easy grin was gone, his voice gone dark and slightly mocking. “You’re not welcome anymore. Bounce before I bounce you.”

elfgrove:

CW Flash Meets Pied Piper - part 2 (part 1)

Speedster dorks into the sun. And that’s all for the moment.

osheamobile:

elfgrove:

CW Flash Meets Pied Piper - part 1 (part 2)

Highly theoretical and most likely will be wrong, but I thought it was a fun idea. I mean, The Flash does have two costumed allies known to wear green hoods.

I don’t know what CW Flash Hartley will look like yet, so for now he’s heavily comics influenced.

*tuxedo masks his way into combat*

Steampunk Sonic Gun - Mark I

Not too shabby considering the used clarinet arrived Wednesday (yesterday) evening and I wanted the initial barebones version ready to go by this weekend.

greenlantern-tas:

elfgrove:

I am an evil, evil fangirl, and furiousmew is one of my enablers.

So, if Razer were to become a Star Sapphire…

Ah, things that exist.

molliehaswords:

stephaniebrownisback:

greenlantern-tas:

floating-head:

"We are the star sapphires, welcome to the planet of no pants"

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Avatar: The Last Airbender, episode 4 “The Warriors of Kyoshi” (directed by Giancarlo Volpe)

it was foreshadowing the whole time.

Hahaha… I know the context is Sokka being sexist, so Katara refuses to finish mending his pants, and Aang is talking about swimming with the elephant koi, BUT this is also where/when Sokka meets Suki…. >:)

Yep, where he meets Suki on an island where the warriors and guardians are a group of women, and Sokka gives up wearing “pants” to don the clothes of the Kyoshi warriors and learn a powerful message about respect and sexism.

Meanwhile in GLTAS, there’s a planet full of women warriors and a message about the nature of healthy love versus unhealthy love. Also, they fought a giant space squid that actually wasn’t all that bad instead of the unagi as a distraction from the real issues being addressed.

So really, we just needed Hal to wear a Star Sapphire uniform to round out our parallels a bit. ;)

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Finally colored those sketches based on further post-Whumpage concepts from kat8therude.

Set #1

It seemed like it had taken forever to invite David for a private study session. Now that they were there, he had a headache. Perfect. Just perfect. Despite the brows creased in discomfort as he leaned over the textbook, David was still gorgeous. His wavy dark hair against warm skin tone was inviting. He wasn’t quite thinking when he reached across the table to brush David’s hair back and try to smooth out the lines between his eyebrows with a pale thumb.

David stopped reading, and dark eyes lifted to meet Hartley’s blue. A smile stretched the corners of his mouth, not crooked or sardonic, but genuine and as warm as everything else about him. Hartley felt the stutter on his lips as he tried to come up with an excuse and his cheeks flared red. David moved Hartley’s hand into his own, thumb rubbing circles in his palm, and he stood on the other side of the table, reaching across to capture Hartley in his arms.

"You know, I can think of better ways to spend the afternoon than in these books. You up for a change of pace?"

Set #2 & #3

Wally found Hartley sitting facing the corner of the hideout they used as the base for their local extracurricular activities.

"Are you stupid? Singh’s looking all over for you."

Hartley didn’t seem to register Wally’s arrival. “Oh god. What have I done?! Everything’s ruined!!!”

"I’m sure it’s not that bad Hart. Come on, he seems upset, you two should talk about whatever’s going on."

Hartley turned to him, tears were welling up in his eyes. “I’m an idiot.”

It took a quick run back to Central City for some of Hart’s favorite coffee and pastries and some patient coaxing, but he got the story out of his red-headed friend. It was pointless to agree that Hartley had screwed up and should have known better, or that what he had done broke their no powers at university promise. Hart was already beating himself up more than enough for a pretty minor and well-meaning slip. Singh wasn’t going to see it that way. The guy was doggedly headed for a career in police work, which Wally generally liked, except when it turned everything into matters of hard line black and white with no consideration for shades of grey. Down that path lay self-righteous assholes who hurt his friends. Apparently, Singh was that kind of guy. Here was Hartley, crying his eyes out because jerkwad had overreacted massively and blown up at him. Wally was more than a little tempted to run the jerk into the ground on the track.

"Listen Hart, if this guy—"

"David."

"If this JERK doesn’t get that you’re worth it. Worth forgiving because this really is small stuff — then he doesn’t deserve you.”

"Wally…"

"You are a GOOD person, Hart.”

Set #4

Wally didn’t miss the way the color drained from Hartley’s face before he ducked his head and made an excuse to exit the empty lab. He rushed out through the side door, looking mortified.

Singh raised an eyebrow at the exit, but otherwise walked in like nothing was wrong, coming directly over to the station he and Hartley had been using.

Wally slammed the doors as he finished cleaning up, refusing to look directly at Singh, “If you’re not going to forgive him, then STAY AWAY from him!”

"We have a class together, Wally." David rolled his eyes, "Believe me, if it wasn’t too late in the semester to change lab stations, I would have."

Wally slammed the last drawer shut and started to stomp his way out of the lab, having to force himself to take measured, regular person paced steps. “You’re an ass. I’m sorry I ever introduced you.”

"West." David sounded furious this time, "I thought you wanted to become a cop too. How can you hang around a convicted criminal? Did you even know he—"

"I know more about Hart than you ever will, Singh. And he’s reformed. People change."

"He’s a supervillain. One of The Flash’s supervillains for that matter." David hissed, "I thought you looked up to The Flash."

"I do. If you actually cared, you’d know The Flash is one of Piper’s biggest advocates. I don’t know what it’s like where you came from, but in Central City, we believe in people. That they can be good without being infallible." Wally turned away from Singh, "Have fun with your experiment, alone."

Silly sketch covered up with sheet music manips that never got uploaded here.

Silly sketch covered up with sheet music manips that never got uploaded here.