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[dragonwitch]

I stg I posted this in reply to an ask, but for the life of me I can't find it again. (Click for full quality)

Art/Ask Prompt Masterlist

ON TUMBLR REBLOGS ARE BETTER THAN LIKES!!!

[dragonwitch]

Who remembers Lego Elves? The Isekai of the friends theme?

It was great, I think the the animation is still up on Netflix and YouTube.

#yes #lego elves

[dragonwitch]

Unsympathetic-And-Angst-Sides Event

Mini Bingos and Flash Bingos

Ao3 tag: (UaA_Sides2021)

Monday, September 27 - Sunday, November 7 [Length 42 days || 6 weeks]

What can I post?

Any form of creation that you can think of. You are not limited to this list. Fanfic (Long, Short, Drabbles), Art (sketch, colored, digital, hand drawn), stim/moodboards, picture and video edits, gif set. Just as long as it is all your original work. Please do not steal from others.

Who can participate?

Anyone can participate. This is a 13+ event. Nsfs is allowed, as long as you are 18+ and it’s tagged correctly. If you are not 18+ and you send in nsfs content I will block you from the blog and all future events.

Where do I post?

Here, on tumblr. If you don't feel comfortable posting you can always DM me and I can post it onto tumblr for you. Please remember to tag accordingly. #UnsympAndAngstSidesBingo is the tag you can use. There will also be an ao3 collection for fics posted on ao3.

When do I post?

You can start posting on Monday September 27. I’ll always be accepting posts past the due date (Sunday November 7) but I might not catch it.

How do I post to the ao3 collections?

When you’re posting your fic to Ao3 there should be a section called “Associations” then click on the blank box labeled “Post to Collections / Challenges”. Inside the box type in UaA and select “Unsympathetic and Angst Sides Event”. Visual imagery shown below.

When/How do I sign up?

Sign ups open on Monday, September 13th! I will send out bingo cards Friday, September 24th. Fill out the survey so I know what type of content you’d like. You can fill out a survey at any point during the month of September and October. It’ll take me up to 5 days to put your bingo together, so please be patient.

What do the bingos look like?

A Mini Bingo consists of 9 squares (3x3), while a Flash Bingo consists of 5 squares (1x5). Visual imagery shown below.

Extra information

If you choose discord as a way of contact please be on the lookout for MainEventDiscord#7414 in your discord notifications.

Please contact me if you need help or if you have any questions. Anon is always on.

Sign Up Here || Ask Questions Here

#rb #sanders sides

[dragonwitch]

Bisexual, sapphic and lesbian flags based off Azari Firedancer from Lego Elves

#lego elves

[dragonwitch]

"I'm gonna go check on Roman"

A couple of drawings about svs redux aftermath. I've been meaning to make these for a while,, I just never had the time. I worked really hard on these drawings, I hope you like them!♡♡♡

Oh btw the flowers in the first drawing are begonias, foxgloves, dahlias and petunias. And hyacinths in the other one 👀👀👀

♡reblogs are very appreciated♡

🚫DON'T REPOST MY ART WITHOUT PERMISSION/CREDIT🚫

#sanders sides

[dragonwitch]

the difference between moceit and ineffable husbands is that aziraphale is a little bit of a bastard whereas patton is,,, almost 0 bastard 100 wholesome. aziraphale is like 20 bastard 80 wholesome. and crowley is a little worse at hiding his dorkiness than janus is, janus is a little better at acting very suave and elegant while still being a huge dork deep down.

however, crowley and janus are both hopelessly in love and huge simps for their respective SO’s in these pairings, and aziraphale and patton are also hopelessly in love and have their respective SO’s wrapped around their little finger in these pairings. thank u for coming to my ted talk.

#sanders sides

[dragonwitch]

"If Janus had told him to jump off a cliff, he'd probably have. Then again, Remus might have jumped off a cliff just for fun -but he'd have worn a clean shirt and a tie for him, and that had to mean something. Not that Janus would have asked. Maybe that was the reason Remus wouldn't have argued against it. He never tried to change him, not even a little."

And I'm done ! In case anyone asks where Remus' mustache is, I repeat, they're 13, and even his great willpower hasn't granted him facial hair yet. Janus has a lot of birthmarks, Remus has a black eye, they're matching.

#sanders sides

[dragonwitch]

Fem!Patton is a butch lesbian and Fem!Janus is a femme lesbian. No I will not elaborate

#sanders sides

[dragonwitch]

“The Azure Sky”- Chapter 1- Lego Elves

Shadows to the Brightest Flame: Series

- The legacy of Lumia’s influence is scarred eternally into the lands of Elvendale. Burdened by a prophecy foretelling her demise and need for a successor, she watches for one capable of such power. Yet her enemies are working steadily to undo all she’s labored so long for, and it is millenia too late to make peace. 

Emily Jones, heir to Eimileen, is a bold girl dedicated to protecting Elvendale, but the world she has grown so fond of is not so black and white as it seems, and the titles of Guardian of Portal and Guardian of Light may hold darker legacies some ancient elves have worked tirelessly to hide. 

In conjunction with the extended version of the Guardian of Light prophecy I wrote previously

Basically a rewrite of all of the Lego Elves & Secrets of Elvendale storylines with an additional arc beyond the Season 4: Into the Shadows. There will be a varying degree of deviation from canon.

Technically a crossover with Lord of the Rings/Hobbit/Silmarillion in terms of worldbuidling, as I set Elvendale as being north of Middle-Earth, cause this is fanfic and I can. So there will be mentions of the Noldor, Sindar, Silvan, and some Tolkien characters, but they will be mostly background. Definitely not an issue if you aren’t familiar with the Middle-Earth fandom; everything will still be easy to understand. 

Book 1: The Azure Sky

Grieving over the unexpected death of her grandmother, Emily Jones is accidentally trapped in another world. Befriending a few young elves in an attempt to find her way home, Emily discovers many secrets about her grandmother’s past, but for every truth she learns two more questions take its place, leaving her vulnerable to darker force inhabiting this realm. 

A rewrite of Unite the Magic

Chapter 1

The rain pours outside the window, a blurred grey sheet that smells to Eimileen’s keen nose almost putrid.

She pulls a strand of grey hair behind one ear, still pointed at the tip. She shivers, it’s so bitterly cold; the years are many since she had the warmth of a lover to comfort her. Eimileen’s husband passed many years before her, leaving her with no shelter from the frozen claws of mortality.

It is cruel, she thinks, that though elves may abandon their immortal life to follow their love in death, they always outlive them, never aging quite the same, passing through time with endurance though the body decays. It is cruel though an elf can give away their immortal breath, they never really become any less elven, only able to play at being human.

Now she faces her last hours alone, as Eimileen and not Emily, as there is no one here to keep secrets from, cradling her blue amulet in her hands. The will is already written, signed, witnessed, it is too late to make any changes now. The amulet will go to her granddaughter. 

Eimileen looks out the window into the night. In the clearing, illuminated only by the occasional flashes of lightning, stands a figure.

Though her plain garb is human, Eimileen knows her to be of elvenkind. She wonders if now, at the end, Amdireth would have any sympathy to give her enemy, but the expression she finds is characteristically unreadable.

“I will not protect her,” whispers the cold voice directly into her mind.

So time, it seems, does not heal all wounds.

The storm continues to rage outside, malevolent in howls, as if the shy were heralding some prophesied doom. In the southern suburban home, Eimileen shudders out her final breath, her head rolling back, eyes wide open and souless, transfixed on the ceiling now splintering with every battering of the wind.

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Still clothed in the lacy black dress she donned for the torturous funeral, Emily Jones rests her head against the tilted attic wall, hearing the soft tear of cobwebs against her ear. She doesn’t bother brushing them away, only brings her knees to her chest, tears threatening to spill from eyes already raw from crying.

She tried to find solace in nature, even meant to wander her grandmother’s garden, but as she stepped outside onto the sun-bathed porch, her heartache only dissolved into anger. The bright blue of the sky, the pristine green foliage dotted with such an array of brilliant flowers, it was all so perfect, so horridly perfect. Like the white walls of the church she’d attended joyously every Sunday morning growing up, now she’s not sure she’ll ever be able to stand in that auditorium without seeing her grandmother’s casket.

Emily can’t stand to see that world right now, the one where human death and sorrow affect it no more than the swatting of a fly does. The one that keeps turning on and on endlessly. 

The attic is not such a world, but perpetually melancholy. It brims with the old, lost, and forgotten, smelling of musty decay. Here is a place with no glistening joys to taunt the grieving heart.

Emily brings her hand to her face to wipe her moistening eyes. Her grandmother’s death had been so sudden, almost surreal. Though the signs of age were there, graying hair, wrinkles,  she had never looked truly elderly, as though her spirit had been made for some ageless fae. Even her father once said it’d been difficult to disbelieve fairy tales growing up, for whenever he looked into the garden, his mother was there nurturing the plants with the touch of a dryad. He’d been in such disbelief when they received the call, even though from the mismatched records he’d collected over the years he knew she was at least over ninety years old.

If she closes her eyes, Emily can still see her father’s expression of quiet shock, and the way his hand began to clench the phone he held to his ear. There was more emotion there than she’d ever seen before; Andrew Jones was known for his forever demeanor of placid contentment. That raw sorrow had jarred Emily before he had the chance to share the news.

She tilts her head as she hears the front door open and close. She already told her parents she didn’t want to attend the reading of the will; they didn’t protest. She needs time alone to grieve. 

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The amulet is heavier than Emily thought it would feel hanging around her neck. It was the only thing left to her in her will; the house had been unofficially gifted to her parents several months ago.

Emily’s hand strays to the smooth surface of the blue stone. It is cold to the touch, almost like ice, and a shiver more akin to a shock laces from her fingertips up through her arm. She pulls away as the sensation dissolves. 

Grief, it seems, can mess with a person’s mind in more ways than she realized.

Emily sits perched on the steps of the back porch, looking absently into the garden. Her parents had gently shooed her out here this morning; they were going to begin sorting through Grandmother’s belongings in the attic. There were several items they were required to keep in good condition in order to retain legal ownership of the house.

The garden is gloomier than yesterday; the sun is not so bright, and the trees seem larger, their great interlocking branches shutting out the light. Bathed in nothing but shadow, the dark bark looks almost blue.

It is strangely inviting, in a way different than all the times Emily has explored the garden. There seems to be a promise in the air, only whispered, in the way the branches bend and creak without any breath of the wind. Emily finds herself rising to her feet and walking the path she’s trod so often before. It’s not familiar now.

There is one tree taller than the rest, so great that Emily’s sure she should have seen it before. She not even sure what it is; from one angle it’s a grand oak, another, its canopy drapes like a pepper tree, dotted with little white flowers.

She stands before the wide trunk; the amulet around her neck glows so intensely she can feel the heat against her chest. A bright blue spark emerges on the grain of the wood, spreading into a line, the trunk creaking as it splits open, shaping a great circle of swirling blue light. The smokey tendrils grow, enveloping Emily, now trying to fearfully back away. Her senses are overwhelmed, and feels herself being lifted into the air, before she’s deposited onto the soft grassy ground of a forest she’s never seen before. 

#elves

[dragonwitch]

INTRO

I wanted to make a week focussed on works with LAMP. This will go from July 5th until July 11th.

You can add Janus and/or Thomas if you want to and you can include Remus as long as he's not in a relashionship with Roman

It can be platonic, romantic or familial. No abusive relashionships and no unhappy endings please (hurt/comfort is okay).

This blog will accept all types of works: Writing, art, edits, moodboards, whatever you make :D

When you post something please tag this blog and tag your work as LAMPappreciationweek. If I don't reblog your post, feel free to send an ask or a message, but I can't reblog every post immediately and also timezones (mine is eastern European summer time) so give me a few hours.

The prompts are here as a suggestion, you don't have to follow them

Prompts

Please reblog, so that more people can join!

#sanders sides

[dragonwitch]

frankie and her boyfriends again!!

#monster high

[dragonwitch]

hermitbur chapter 1 is complete!!

tw: panic attack

Wilbur had been dead for ten years before he opened his eyes to sunlight.

He stood there for a bit, hands still raised from where he’d been about to place a couple cards, his mouth still opened a bit.

What the hell.

He spun around, eyes wide, searching for anything he could recognize. Anything that could explain where he was.

He was in the middle of an unfamiliar street, with impossibly tall buildings lining the pavement, and the smell of the sea floating on the breeze.

He took a deep breath, feeling his sternum click, feeling his lungs burn from years of smoking, feeling his throat dry out in the cool air. It felt real, not like the death nightmares he had sometimes, that ended with Phil refusing to kill him, instead watching in horror as he slaughtered everyone he cared for.

No, he was awake.

How?

He was having trouble breathing, having trouble getting enough oxygen to his brain. He took in another shaky shuddering breath, trying to calm himself, but it wasn’t working.

He could feel a breeze on his face, could smell the ocean, could hear someone laugh far away, could taste tears, could see so much light. His senses were overwhelmed, the void had been empty of stimuli, empty of anything.

He let out a muffled sob.

There was so much, too much what the hell was going on wh at could he d o what what aws he supposed to do

“Hey, man, are you alright?”

He twisted, swinging his arm out. His fist connected with something soft, which seemed to crunch. He blinked at the sound of a scream and watched the man reel back, clutching at his nose.

Wilbur hesitated, then spun, sprinting away, his torn leather shoes slapping the pavement.

His trench coat was heavy, now that he could feel it, now that gravity applied, and he wondered how he could stand it in life. He considered taking it off, but as he fingered the collar, he decided against it.

It still smelled a bit like L’Manburg.

He didn’t stop running until he was out of the city, standing on a beach, staring at the water. There was nowhere else to go.

He turned, eyeing the skyline. He would have to go back through the city, unless he wanted to swim, which he really didn’t.

He was still panicking, his heart pounding in his heart, his hands shaking.

Unfortunately, three figures rose from the city streets, wings spread wide.

He froze, fingers twitching at his side. He had no sword, no weapon. If they wanted to kill him, they could. He stepped back, feeling the water soak into his shoes, and he crouched a bit, making himself small.

It didn’t matter, the figures swooped towards him, smoothly slicing the air.

The one in the lead was tall, and familiar. The man who he’d punched, he realised. He wore a neat brown suit, splattered with blood from his obviously broken nose. His legs were covered in braces that let out a burst of steam as he landed. A breathing tube ran from a pack on his back, that apparently was where his wings came from, large metalic bat-like wings that folded into nothing as he stepped forward carefully.

The other two were shorter. One was well built, but couldn’t be more than 5’6”, with fluffy brown hair, held back by a red headband, and wide eyes that shifted between their leader and Wilbur. A pair of sturdy mechanical wings sprouted from his back.

The last one was the smallest, and thinnest. He wore a baggy red sweater that was bunched up around his elbows. His eyes glittered with a certain sharp look that Wilbur couldn’t help but recognize from the mirror. He was apparently the only one with organic wings, what Wilbur recognized as parrot wings sprouting from his back, flapping lightly as he landed.

The leader took another step forward, and Wilbur moved back, eyes darting between the men. All three of them wore at least a little armor, and all of them had swords at their belts, he was unamred and defenseless. This would be a quick fight. He wondered if Schlatt would wake up to greet him, when he returned. Did they even noticed he was gone?

Wilbur felt his wings twitch beneath his coat, begging for escape, but… he hadn’t flown in over a decade, since the Disc War. Even if he could remember how to fly, these men would catch up in a heart beat. He couldn’t swim, couldn’t fight, could run…

He could talk.

“Don’t kill me,” He choked out. “Please, don’t kill me, I- I’ll do anything.”

The men froze, glancing at each other, and the one in red opened his mouth to say something, but he cut him off.

“Look, I just- I don’t want to die, please,” He was crying, for some reason, although that couldn’t hurt the whole pitiable lost man thing he was trying to pull. “Don’t kill me.”

The leader stepped forward again, and Wilbur flinched, falling back into the water.

“Scar-!” One of the men said, and the leader faltered.

Wilbur took advantage of the hesitation to stand up and sprint, trying desperately to get away, but a second later, the red one dropped down from the sky, multicolor wings spread in a wall, and Wilbur cursed, backpedaling fast enough that he stumbled, his hands clawing for something, anything.

He fell with an audible thud, his breath coming out in a huff, and he curled into himself, once again trying to level his breathing.

A hand settled on his shoulder and he quickly shot his legs out, trying to shove himself away, but all it did was dig into the sand.

Someone was shouting. He couldn't hear what they were saying.

"Get Stress!"

He curled up a little tighter. Whatever was happening here… he wasn't sure he was going to survive.

The last thing he saw as his eyes slipped shut were a girl, with huge, worried eyes and flowers in her hair.

"Niki?" He whispered, and then he was out.

#hermitcraft #dream smp

[dragonwitch]

kinda dumb but heres my mlp headcanons!

you can read my garbled text below! sorry its so repetitive lol i kinda rushed it!

Keep reading

#mlp

[dragonwitch]

hermitcraft according to someone who never watched it

they build cool stuff and have a working economy. actual nice stuff. there is a big bomb missile thing and some of them put their names in it. maybe a lottery from god?

these are the people who play on this server. i dont think any of them stream but maybe they do

grian

building man

wings?? watcher something something??

can speak to cats i think

i watched like three of his videos during s6

mumbo (jumbo)

redstone guy

mustache

also very british

like 45 years old or something

false (symmetry (?))

i see her in mcc a lot

she seems very cool

good at battle box i think

read that one fic with the wings

ethoslab

anime kinnie

long flowing hair

i think he builds

might use a wheelchair but im not sure

zombiecleo

shes a zombie

cool design

no idea what she does though

only person here i respect probably

joe hills

bard

i think he has a southern accent

but ive seen 2 clips of him

and in one he did and in the other he didnt

theater kid

xisumavoid

maybe this is the anime kinnie??

probably british

has evil counterpart

pretty sure he has a tumblr

created bedwars i think

bdubs

blond

his skin looks like a frog man

like if a frog got turned into a man

and was shoved into human life

crazed probably

good times with scar

no maybe this is the blond frog guy

i think he does redstone

impulse

i feel like thats not their full name

??

????

builder probably

stressmonster

shes really stressed i think

pretty

cubfan

probably a furry

boy ??

no im pretty sure this is the blond frog guy

but then who are the other two

gecko

their skin is a gecko

i dont know their full username

i can find no information on them

rendog

we have a nice line up of furries today

redstone man go crazy go stupid

grumbot

has a mustache

does like. elytra stuff i think

more than the others

zedaph

WAIT NO THIS IS THE BLOND FROG GUY

yes

im sure this time

theres another one

like theres the blond frog guy and then the guy with the big grin

this is the guy with the big grin

tango

who is this

#hermitcraft

[dragonwitch]

More Patton with red hair please

#sanders sides

[dragonwitch]

mr goodtimes

#hermitcraft

[dragonwitch]

Summary of Doc’s times with hermit challenges

#hermitcraft