#been a bit since I got to doodle the gals for myself

[drfoxweyman]

Novas in jammies let's go

#been a bit since I got to doodle the gals for myself #art #furry #super lesbian animal rpg #slarpg #doodle #sketch #melody amaranth #melody #claire higsby #claire #allison goleta #allison #jodie caldwell #Jodie #the novas #pajamas #cute

[littlenahsstuff]

In love, I swear.

A/n Literally my first time writing actual fanfiction. This might be a flaming dumpster fire idk. I will persevere and cringe later, but for now, enjoy.

supreme!Cordelia Goode x reader

TW:nothing much, just a big old fluffernutter sandwich. A little angst. Swears I guess.

Synopsis: Cordelia has just recruited you to be a counselor at Robicheauxs and it's safe to say you are head over heels for the supreme. Unfortunately, you aren't the one to tell her.

You always thought that you weren't too special of a witch, you had the basic witchy spells down and specialized in the people who struggled on the inside... but in a more witchy sense. You also helped the witches who needed to get their powers more developed or who ones that are just behind in school. A sort of glorified counselor you suppose. It's sorta funny, especially since you aren't the most confident, how you can talk to all of the girls. When it boils down to it you are just a witchy gal searching for love. Specifically Cordelia's. It could never happen though.

Your love life wasn't the only area you lacked in before Robicheauxs, you had been struggling to find a job suited for your interests. Let's just say that you have a lifetime ban from one of the Mcdonalds in Louisiana. Fire and grease doesn't mix.

Of course, if it wasn't for dear, sweet, precious, Cordelia, you would be living on the streets. Luckily that didnt happen and so here you are today, three months in to your teaching position at Robicheauxs.

Oh, the moment, "You're hired. I look forward to expanding the academy's family and getting to know you better especially," left the Supremes lips, the better off you were.

And yet, even with all of the joy that comes with finally getting paid, there were the challenges as well. For starters, everyone was extremely nice to you, even though you kept mostly to yourself, there was this one person that made this heaven more hellish. Madison the bitch witch Montgomery.

You had been warned by Zoe, your closest confidante in this new place and also Madisons freaking girlfriend, that she was no pleasant peach. Never in all of your doubtful thoughts, had how bad it actually was crossed your mind. It was never the cockiness that got to you, you had a different appreciation for it than most. Found the confidence refreshing almost. No, no no no no. It was in fact, that she was constantly trying to dig up dirt on you.

"You're too much of a goody two shoes y/n," she once stated with a glare. The same day you had heard Zoe squabbling about something and your name came up. Your name and the fact Madison had stolen your wallet to look at your license. It turned up later on your bed stand.

Madison's a lover of Zoe and drama you've come to find out.

It's harmless though really, you dont mind the extra bit of attention that comes with it. Its flattering so no need to complain to anybody, especially not Cordelia.

Cordelia, mmm, yeah now shes the biggest threat here. She is the reason you got this job and might be the reason you lose it.

She once caught you with your doodle journal. It was a harmless question,

"Y/n, what're you drawing?" She looked over your shoulder. You almost jumped out of your skin and your sketchbook went flying.

"Oh dear, are you alright?" She worried her lips a bit. Her big, plump, kissable lips. Come on Y/n, get out of it.

"Yes," you squeaked. Sinking farther into the sofa. She chuckled her beautiful chuckle and sat on the couch arm.

"So, what was my favorite school counselor drawing just then?" She questioned. Glancing to the thrown book.

Your face went red.

"Uh-" you paused, come on you're making it a bigger deal than it has to be, "you." You couldn't look into her eyes.

She gazed at you at you and it felt like a hole was being burned into your skull.

"Okay," Cordelia said, leaving it at that. Stood up and made to walk away.

"Wait!" She paused and turned back to you, seeing you scramble to get your sketchbook.

"Yes?" Her eyebrows raised in surprise.

"I- don't you want to see it?" You said and you slapped yourself mentally for about the hundredth time she walked in.

She smiled softly at you, "Of course, I thought you didn't. You looked scared to death, like bambi."

"Okay," you flipped back towards the page and cringed. It wasn't your best peice. You could never capture her beauty right.

Her eyes scanned over it, widening before squinting with her grin.

"It's so good!" She gasped.

"Yes, that is Cordelia Goode," you joked in a monotone manner. She slapped your shoulder jokingly, making you snort.

"You nerd, I didn't mean it that way. Either way, you did a fantastic job! I wished I looked as good as you make me seem," she muttered the last bit, bit you heard it. It saddens you to remember the damage Fiona did.

"Hey, Cordy," you started. You realized that you used a nickname that Madison did, but she doesn't seem to care.

"You know what I think? I think that you're wrong. You see I just can't for the life of me get your soft proud loving smile right. Your eyes aren't as warm and glowing as they are in reality. I couldn't manage to picture the right placement for those worry lines or crowd feet you have. You might not like them, but to me they show that you worry and care and that you laugh at the stupidest of things, which is a trait I adore. You are more perfect than any Davinci or Van Gogh," you say. You don't like when your friends feel bad about themselves.

Cordelia's tearing up a bit and wiles it away. "Didn't know you were a goddamn poet too?" She joked with a giggle, "thanks y/n, sometimes I need to hear something like that."

"No problem Cordelia," I can't help it, you're my muse, is what you want to say.

"Well, I have some paperwork, but it was nice to see ya," she hurriedly excused and rushed out.

Unbeknownst to you, Madison was watching. She knew exactly how to get dirt on you now. She had something all along.

The next week you spent daydreaming about Cordy...elia, you couldnt help but go back to that conversation. You needed to be more discrete, way more descrete.

So you made sure to draw your crush no more. That didn't change the fact you forgot to destroy the evidence in writing.

You had slept in a little too late, so in a rush you were to get to your office. The reason you had being you daydreaming about Cordelia and yours faux life together a little too long.

A bunch of new juicy stuff for Madison as she snatched it from your bedside table. It was too easy really.

She opened it up to the first page. It acted like a normal diary, just stating checklists of things to do and things you did. The size was fairly large, so skipping a few pages till she got to the juicy stuff and the part where you actually did know Cordy wasn't harmful.

It was a barf fest of emotion. "Oh Cordelia is so awesome, oh I'm so lucky to work with Cordelia, oh my, I won't ever get a chance with Cordelia, she's the supreme!"

"Ew," Madison groaned, whipping out her phone.

Then she found it, the goldmine of confessions. It was all the way in the back, meaning you had wrote it recently.

"Dear, myself

Cordelia today caught me drawing a picture of herself and said something I didn't particularly enjoy listening about herself. I can't believe Fiona would send her into such a deep hatred of herself that even with her gone she's hurting. She's no mother. Cordelia is the love of my life, even if I'm not hers, she deserves all the love I can give. She's not broken, but she just needs someone to love her and I do. I promise to give her as much love as possible without her finding out what kind it really is, I'm in love, I swear.

Sincerely, Y/N."

So she snapped a picture of the page.

After school was over Cordelia was not expecting Madison to barge into her office. Let alone with something regarding YOU of all people.

"Cordy, I've got something to tell you about y/n!" Madison sang out, waving her phone in front of Cordelia's face as she sat on top her desk.

Madison was just careless with others and too carried g about herself. It was the perfect storm. The only person who could ever take it too far to just prove a point. That there was something wrong with you.

If Madison Montgomery had taken one moment to actually think about it, she was just jealous. Jealous that another person at the coven was better than her to Cordelia. She was one spoiled bitch growing up. Guess it backfired.

"What?" Cordelia questioned in concern, "Is she okay? Madison what did you do to her!?" Her thoughts raced, Madison's pranks often went a little too far. She did kill Misty.

"Now now Cordy, don't get your panties in a twist. Here read this," Madison demanded to her supreme, she shoved it into her face and Cordelia grabbed it.

Her eyes expected headlines on the news or a mugshot, but she realized it was just your writing.

"Madison," she warned.

"Come on, I know you can read!" Madison poked Cordelia's forehead, prompting a slap from the Supreme.

Ms. Goode exhaled, "Fine."

Her eyes fluttered over the words, brows furrowing with every sentence. She couldn't comprehend, could she read?? It seemed to her as if her brain was creating what she wanted to see, but no, you wrote it. Unfortunately.

Everything's silent. Then the thought flits across her head, you like her back.

"In love, I swear."

Oh she's mad. Not at you, no, she could never. Madison on the other hand better,

"Get out of my office right now," Cordelia whispered. Madison's smile faltered.

"What, didn't you want to know your feelings are reciprocated? Come on, I'm just trying to get you two to speed up the process." Madison hopped of the desk and sauntered out.

What has she done.

Cordelia was wracked with guilt for awhile, with no way to tell you either. How does one even go about telling someone they read their deepest darkest secrets. How!?

She couldn't, so she did what she could. She pulled away from you and into her work. All of those lunches spent together stopped. The nights in the green house gone. Reading together on the weekends by the fire, gone.

And it left you empty. You had no idea what you did, but you must've done something.

So you decided to confront her, you hadn't gone much sleep since, so you were literally and figuratively tired of all of this shit.

Your knock on the door startled Cordelia, but your presence startled her even more. Both of you looked like wrecks.

"Oh, Y/n! Please, come in," Cordelia gestured and you did, closing the door behind you.

It was then that you finally broke down.

"What did I do Delia!?" You sobbed, falling to your knees. Yes it was dramatic and not even you expected it but you were holding your emotions for so long.

"Oh," Cordelia briskly moved over to you, concern painted on her face. She was watching you carefully, you looked so fragile. Just like she had felt at times.

"I'm sorry," you whimpered, "What did I do?" Her hand tilted your head towards her, but you still couldn't look into her brown eyes, opting for the floor. If you did, you probably wouldn't be able to look away.

"Y/n look at me sweetie," the nicknames never failed to make your heart soar. It was your weakness, your eyes met and they were glued there.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing nothing!" She took a deep breath, "I saw a page from your journal."

You froze, terror crept up your spine.

"Oh my god. Um Cordelia I am so sorry, you, wow I- god I'm so creepy! It's perfectly fine if you want to not be my friend or fire me. I didn't do it to be weird, it was how I expressed myself. I was trying to hide it I promise, i dont even know what happened!?"

"I'm gonna kill Madison, faster than my mother did," Cordelia groaned.

"Wh-" your brain malfunctions. Is-Is Cordelia kissing you? Right now?

Indeed she was and just like you dreamed about, her lips were so soft and her kiss gentle.

Maybe Madison could be forgiven... but not without a harsh talk.

"In love, I swear," she repeated in a whisper against your lips.

#sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader #cordelia goode x reader

[elecman108]

Man, I forgot to post 90% of my art here for the past while. I’m gonna do an art dump in this post under the cut. Enjoy the bonk emoji if you don’t click the read more, and man am I dumb and forgetful lmao.

Includes: OCs getting names, a Sonic impression, a D&D map, homosexual energies, a sheep floating in the astral sea, a birthday drawing I already posted, Hex Maniac Ender, D&D Characters, D&D Characters as Miis in Miitopia, Little Hater Axel, local Demon in the consciousness of my D&D character yelling at him, illegal plants, a necromancer being cute, an actual event that happened in a D&D game two days ago, and Mermay drawing.

That’s everything in here as a TL;DR, I guess. Enjoy your day!

I’m gonna try and sort of have them in chronological order, oldest first, but I may end up putting them in the wrong order. If I do... Whoops, I guess?

[04/14/21] - This isn’t really new art, but I started to work on giving the four OCs of mine without a full name full names... I have not finished this bit, though. So Hunter and Akira have full names, and Warlock and Assassin only have temporary names. This may end up like Seven where I put in their names as a temporary name (7th OC I’d made at that time) and it just kind of... sticks. Lmao.

[04/20/21] - Alone on a Friday Night? God, you’re pathetic. I didn’t colour this one because it was a half-attempt at a meme image I still like it, though, so I might end up colouring it. It’s gonna appear again whenever I do my “unfinished drawings art dump” at some point probably in... June? I know I said I’d post them last month but forget it, lmao, it’ll happen eventually.

[04/20/21] - A D&D Map! This was to help me visualize the layout of my D&D character’s ship he used to be on. Also for my DM if they ever put us aboard the ship. The little fella in the corner is just there to vibe. This map is made of free to use assets from This Website, so while I’m gonna say DONT USE MY MAP WITHOUT PERMISSION, feel free to make your own!

[04/26/21] - Lesbian Day of Visibility drawing of yours truly, the disapointment! That’s... really all I have to say about this, honestly. It was just for that one day and that was it, lmao. I mean, I accidentally lined it in dark pink, so.. .That’s different, I guess?

[04/30/21] - Do Astral Seas dream of Ensorcled Sheep? Does the City know what Sheepleb is going to do? What crimes he may commit? Who knows! This was fan art of Critical Role ep. 134 if I remember correctly, right at the end when they jumped into the portal into the astral sea and Caleb was a sheep. Using my knowledge of the German language, I knew the word for “shit”, and had to use it.

[05/07/21] - This was already posted, but it’s going in here to dilinuate that it was drawn at this point. Also, aside from playing Miitopia, this is all I have to show for myself until the 12th.

[05/12/21] - Hex Maniac Ender challenges you to a Pokemon Battle! WIll you win against my team? My sis, who loves fairy types, pointed out to me that there’s a fairy girl and hex maniac duo, so I’d be the hex maniac. I spent... Over a week drawing this, because I basically had to redraw the Hex Maniac art from scratch in a higher quality size, and then draw myself over it. So... You can excuse the low-effort background for once. It was basically this, and then my birthday doodle from May 1st to May 12th, and then I took a break to draw up several D&D characters quickly for fullbody references.

[05/12/21] - Remember this art I made several months ago? I finally added my other two completed characters! I have three more named but without character sheet D&D characters, so for now this is just Kara, Axel, Golden Shadow, Kau, Cecillia, and Miri. Kress, Tempest, and Melia will have to wait until I make character sheets for them to be posted, and... For when I probably make more D&D characters. I have at least 9 additional, incomplete character ideas floating around, so... I’m never gonna be done this art, huh?

[05/12/21] - Speaking of D&D characters, did you know I’ve been making them as Miis in Miitopia? So here is their finished full body art next to their Miitopia self! Some of them look a little off (Golden Shadow, Cecillia) because of limitations of the editor and shading issues, some of them look a little off (Kau, Kress) because this is a human face canvas that I’m using to make a non-human face, and some of them (Melia, Axel) look REALLY GOOD. Common traits among my D&D characters include green eyes and tall. You wanna know why? Because I am tall and... despite having red eyes, I do have green eyes under the coloured contacts.

[05/15/21] - More D&D stuff! This is based around my D&D group’s current Rime of the Frostmaiden campaign where our Goliath Fighter, Nioh, ends up getting a little bit of hate for being cocky, and our little (well over 6′) hater, Axel, is just a man full of irritation. These are the tallest two characters of the group at the moment. Someone send help. Nioh belongs to one of the other D&D players, Axel (and his stupid additude) belongs to me.

[05/15/21] - This is what me playing D&D feels like. Me, the demon entity trapped inside the head of my D&D character, yelling at them to do things while the dice decide that they’re gonna get bopped a hundred times by a yeti and somehow still survive. This is also a reference to our first or second game where I just ran off like sixty feet to one side of the battle map to fight a Crag Cat and was just in Gay Baby Jail until like two turns later when I could run back to the others. I also drew him not in his winter gear even though this is a bit from when we were atop Kelvin’s Carin in an icy cave, so maybe that’s why he’s at low HP.

[05/15/21] - Melia has good gardening tips, such as Use A Mars Mii Trap To Hide A Body Because They Are Endangered And It Is Illegal To Dig Them Up. I love her a lot, because she’s the youngest of four, all four sisters based around the different seasons. She’s based around Autumn, so she’s all orange and yellow and brown and is so cute. Also she’s Chaotic Neutral, as if she didn’t need to be mildly more threatening.

[05/15/21] - Cecillia is my Tiefling gal who lived in a very northern town plagued by cold weather and snow, and Axel is my Pirate guy who spent most of his time further south on the high seas and warmer weather. So, naturally... I’ll use the guy more acclimatized to the hotter weather in the campaign where we spend 99% of it in the snow. She uses Tarot Cards as her spell focus, and I decided to sneak my other D&D characters onto her Tarot cards so naturally, Axel is The Hanged Man, given his backstory and personality. She’s a very cheerful and friendly Tiefling Necromancer of the Hexblade, so she’d for sure take care of those around her to ensure their success. Especially if they’re on her Tarot Cards, and their spirit comes to her aid when she asks for them.

[05/16/21] - Content Warning; Ryma thinks too much into local stupid moron’s lack of knowing how to answer a question and thinks too much into the reputation of Pirates. Poor Axel, man doesn’t know how to socialize with people who aren’t pirates and is used to being hostile towards everyone, so when he’s asked a question that his answer to is “uhh... no?”, he panics and ends up making a mistake that leads him to think that Ryma can read his mind. Ryma belongs to another of the D&D players. I guess me drawing all those spicy Cow Costumed OCs earlier just brought me to drawing Axel being a bottom in this, huh?

[05/16/21] - It’s Mermay, which means more OC drawings! Here’s Theo after drinking some potion that turned him into a mermaid, and Seven, tiredly, collecting his stupid boyfriend so that Lailah can fix the fact he’s turned into a mermaid. Mer!Theo is based around his sword’s colours of indigo-purple with red accents, which looks a little weird since Theo is the Blue one of the group, but... it looks cool, I guess. Seven’s just the same outfit as always, just no gloves this time.

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And that’s it for the art dump! This was, frankly, MASSIVE. I’ll try and remember to upload both on Twitter and Tumblr at the same time, but... Ah... I have been drawing a fair bit. Just mostly sketches and linework that I haven’t finished and may not actually finish. If they’re not completed, I’ll dump them all into something at the end of the month or whatever. Maybe you’ll get the old sketch of the Axel face in panel 3 because in the sketch phase it was an Ahegao face, in the clean sketch it was a lip bite, and in the linework and final it’s just horny face. lmao.

Top ten things I have to remember for drawing: AXEL HAS A SCAR AND GREEN EYES. I remember his eye colour now, but if you look at his fullbody ref, he’s got brown eyes. And, naturally, I keep forgetting to put in his scar. He has more, but most of them are located in areas covered by his clothes. So if I ever draw him shirtless I guess I’ll have to place them somewhere.

Also maybe finish the reference sheets I have left to finish so I can post more of them, since I have two “Pets” completed (Roko and Mona’s nameless pet), but I have to do up Hunter, Warlock, Assassin, Akira, Myuut, and Stella. I’m betting when I do complete two more, it’ll be Hunter and Akira. Those two are the most fun to draw, at least.

#the disappointment speaks #drawings by me #OCs #D&D #art dump #Miitopia #of all of these drawings I gotta say the most cursed is censored bottom!Axel and the most blessed is Cecillia's lap nap #I drew a lot of D&D stuff lately! Most of my OC stuff has stayed in the sketch stage so #I guess that says something about what I've been prioritizing in my drawings? #Also that drawing a twunk as a twink is incredibly funny and cursed. love my pirate boy

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We Didn’t Start

@theincaprincess​ you requested We Didn’t Start the Fire by Billy Joel, and here it is. :D

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“What are you wearing?” Your three week more than friend not quite boyfriend Mark chuckled out as you stepped out of the guest room of his two story mansion in LA. It was a twelve hour flight post connections when his private jet hit a couple storms you ended up having to finish the ride on a bus from the airport his supposed driver crew couldn’t find a clear path to around traffic.

“You said we were going to eat at your friend’s place.”

He chuckled again, “Seriously? That’s what you wear to get high in?” He asked with a shrug shifting his ratty hooded jersey over his sweats partially covering his thousand dollar designer sneakers. “Whatever floats your boat. We can take the jag, it’ll match your crimson.”

Lifting a finger you asked, “Get high?”

He nodded, “Ya, I’m traveling most of the year so when it’s me and the boys we light one up and just chill. Sean said he was bringing Linda so I thought you two could giggle out some girl talk between some passes.”

“I don’t do high.” You replied feeling the final tether of his supposed almost romance weekend that you had primped for when you are not normally a primper just to try and have this go better than your last disaster strong of dates.

“What do you mean? Just kick back have some fun.”

“That’s not fun for me. Do not tell me you flew me all the way out here so I could watch you and your buddies smoke a joint.”

“It’s what I do to chill, look I don’t need this.” He said swatting his hand on the air then pointed towards the door, “I’m going, you coming?”

“No.” You said halfway stunned in his demeanor and smooth stroll to the garage making you roll your eyes in his leaving your sight and turn back to your borrowed room.

The car fired up and peeled out of the drive and you muttered in pulling your phone from your clutch, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you very much Mark for this colossal waste of time you giant string bean pot smoking half assed flashy head up his ass-,”

Across the screen your uncle’s contact page was pulled up and the number was dialing as you lifted the phone to your ear. “Gum ball, how are you sugar? Thought you were on a date.”

“Ugh,” you replied and his posture went rigid knowing how furious you were from your tone.

“How bad?”

“Twelve hours it took to fly out here, and all so he can invite me not to a dinner but to get high with him and his friends!”

“Where are you? Is he still there?”

“I said I wasn’t going to smoke with him so he left.”

“Give me his address I’ll have Benny pick you up. Our hotel is full but my buddy Reggie always has a room on standby. I’ll call you back gum ball. Just hang tight and try not to commit arson.”

“But it’s all so flammable,” you sighed out making him smirk in hanging up and you sat on the bed. Muttering, “Fuck you mark,” as you blocked his number on your phone you set on your lap starting to go through the ten pictures you had together in passing meetings at various hotels and events for work. Each one adding stickers of various characters from films into each one to blot him out.

A distant doorbell had you standing after your phone lit up with a message from your uncle that Benny had said he’d arrived at the house. Another drive later, post locking of his door you should have drawn a very insulting doodle or something to really get the point across that he should just drop dead after losing your number, and you were pulling up to one of the fanciest hotels you had seen in your life. Well beyond your budget that you had planned for a tiny bit of splurging on yourself but at the desk Reggie was there to enforce the fact that this was all on the house. The spacious hotel room complete with living and dining room off a tiny corner kitchen.

Still irritated beyond belief you decided some food would help. So off you went to search for food. On the street full of places to eat you would think that you might be able to get something to eat. However you would be wrong.

.

Tapping a fingernail to the side of the glass your screwdriver you were nursing after having finished two to the tune of Tiny Dancer at the bar waiting for an availability in the half empty building claiming to sell food. Another sip of your drink later and a large body tried to slide between the stools bolted to the floor to get the attention of the bartender across the way trying to get the number of the blonde model on the other end of the bar trying to score something ‘fun’ of her own to take home. “I think you might need a D cup to get his attention.” You said in lifting your glass turning his head to look you over.

Forcing yourself to keep from chocking on your drink when you realized it was Jason Momoa now sitting down in the stool beside you sighing as the women across the way started to flash him smirks and finger waves even though his wedding ring was sparkling away on his left hand in clear view. “Can I say one thing? Completely respectfully?” His head shifted to catch your purple eyes that had his head turning more, “I have to say, your wife is stunning.” That had the stunned actor grinning widely as you looked forward again, repeating, “stunning.” You fell silent again and his grinning self looked to the bartender again only to nearly scowl seeing him turning more to lean fully across the bar to touch the woman’s necklace he was complimenting.

Grumbling back he replied, “I take it your date’s on the way.”

Lowering the glass you gave a rapid giggle making his brow arch up in his inspection of your clearly date ready appearance in prime date hours. “Trust me, I don’t want to spoil your night. I didn’t want to spoil mine, but clearly,” you said with hand gesturing at yourself cross legged on the tall stool trying to keep staring ahead and not at the reflection of the group of actors coming to join Jason. “You keep having a lovely night, one of us should.” You sighed out and his gaze shifted to his friends approaching him wondering who had distracted their friend from seeing if they could order some bottles of their wine to go.

Will Smith came over alongside Henry Cavill, Margot Robbie and Gal Gadot from a fan event for the films they were promoting. The first in line, Will, asked with a smirk, “Did you forget the wine buddy?”

Jason gestured to the bartender and you repeated, “He doesn’t have double d’s.”

Gal giggled and Margot asked looking you over noticing you were on at least your second drink, “Were you stood up honey?”

In a glance at her you shook your head and said softly, “Apparently there’s no room. I’m on the list.”

Gal slid a bowl of nuts closer from in front of a distracted man behind her, “Maybe you should eat,”

You shook your head, “Allergic.” Back away from you she nudged the bowl and your eyes landed on Will to say, “Jada has fantastic legs.”

Instantly he smiled at you and Jason said, “My new friend here says my wife is stunning as well.”

“So stunning,” You muttered again turning your glass in a partial circle. “The both of you, wow, you have reached wow level.” Making the pair of women grin and than you complimenting you in return.

“Thank you, Apparently I’m not dressed for fun-,” you muttered out tapping your nail on the glass again you really wanted to throw at the bartender still bothering the woman across the bar.

Henry asked, “So no date then? I mean, you look, like you’re ready for a date.”

You shook your head and Jason said, “Apparently it would spoil our nights to know what happened.”

Margot asked with a pat on your hand resting on the bar, “Come on, tell us,” nodding her head to the bar, “We got time.”

Gal said, “Yes, I highly doubt you could spoil our night at all.”

“Mark,” you stated making the men’s brows inch up and the ladies settle onto the stools to your left leaning on the bar to settle in for the clear rollercoaster ahead giving Henry a clear view of you on the end of the bar to the right of Will and his creeping smirk. “I got invited out to spend the weekend out here, I’ve spent the past five months in mud and muck through storm after storm in my latest job off in Scotland, Ireland and Norway, pretty much anywhere you can find a body’s worth of mud and surprise sink holes to get stuck in for some body tearing Viking style battle cinematic master-, anyways, Mark calls me up. We’ve been talking online and texting for months now since we met back when he was supposed to do some slam, or something basketball charity related. Back and forth phone tag then three weeks back he passes over his schedule so we have a bite when we are in the same airport. Not even my boyfriend yet, never even brought up the word yet.

Will, “Mmm,” shaking his head, “Player.”

“What I thought, but hey, all my friends said, get back on the horse, so, date wouldn’t hurt. He calls me, ‘I’ll fly you out to my place up in the hills, come out, meet the guys they’ve been dying to meet my girl’,”

Will, “Girl’s a bad sign,”

“Again, horse.” You inhaled then said patting your hand on the bar, “Twelve hours, on a private jet-, I flew from Texas, twelve, hours,”

The men bit their lips to keep from chuckling at your momentary glare of into the distance and Gal asked, “How?”

“I don’t know, storm here, freak alarm going off, ended the trip with a bus ride that I could have just taken myself from the start and gotten there faster no doubt. Then there’s too much traffic to send a driver because he’s out running drills.”

Will, “Asshole,”

“I gets bigger,” I get there, huge place, grand tour, shows me the guest room says to go pamper myself after the long trip, apologies galore.” Again you tapped your fingers on the counter making Jason smirk behind you, “I took a shower, I blow dried my hair-,”

They eyed your full head of curls perfectly shaped into an elegant bun, and Will said along with Henry, “Oh no,”

“Oh yes, 45 minutes to just dry it, and that towel dry hair having head up his ass ball player is on the other side of the door in a ratty hooded jersey, sweats and his thousand dollar sneakers saying I’m not dressed for fun!”

Will’s mouth dropped open and Henry said, “Idiot,” while Margo said, “Screw him!” to Gal’s shaking her head, “Imbecile.”

“This,” you lifted your hands to do air quotes, “’dinner’, he invited me to with his friends wasn’t a dinner. His idea of fun is hanging out and lighting one up with his ‘boys’.”

Will shook his head, “Dumb ass.”

Pointing at your foot you stuck out you said, “I put on my look at my ass heels, I went strapless so I have a corset on, I had my brows shaped day before yesterday…That burns. Less than waxing, but still-,”

Margot patted your hand, “Guys just don’t get it,”

“I said I don’t smoke and he left me there. I call my uncle, he’s got no room but Reggie does, and Reggie said there’s places to eat all around the hotel, which I would assume at first glance one could theoretically eat here but then two hours later I’m still hungry and,” sharply you whistled sliding two fingers between your maroon stained lips turning the bartender, “Come here before I drag you over here.” Jason chuckled as you pointed at him, “You might not have a rack but you know you can’t ignore those eyes.”

The man hurried over and in a lifting tip of your drink to the woman mouthing a thanks in her dart away the bartender asked the group, “What can I get you?”

Jason said, “We were wondering if we could get three bottles of x to go?”

The man nodded, “Of course, right away,”

Then he glanced at Will as he said, “My man,” the man nodded in Will’s lean in, “If a woman leans away when you are talking to her, it means go away.” He nodded again and hurried off to get the wine and you finished off the watered down remainder of the drink.

Setting the drink down you said, “You know what, fuck this place, I can have a deep dish stuffed crust pizza at my room in half an hour guaranteed.” Turning on the stool the ladies straightened up as you added, “And I am ordering so many of those cookie cake pie things,” In a surprisingly graceful slide off the stool you added, “Breadsticks,” eyeing an order being taken to a table with a huge pasta dish, so many breadsticks.” Glancing over the group you said, “Have a lovely night,” pointing at Jason you said, “Stunning,” then to Will, “Fabulous legs, don’t forget that those lovely ladies could have pick of the pack.” Your eyes shifted to Henry saying, “I’m not sure if you’re married but I’m certain your mother must be gorgeous,”

Blushing in a slightly bashful grin after having eyed your full tempting self now upright, “Thank you.”

You nodded, “You are very much welcome, enjoy your wine,” looking to the ladies, “Ladies, you were phenomenal, and as I am lady crush tipsy I am gonna go, and summon some food.” Turned around you muttered, “Why would I ever think to find it here?”

Halfway to the door Margot followed you saying, “Tipsy and alone, she needs a pack,” Gal nodded and Jason said, “I’ll catch up,” Eyeing the man returning with the wine in a bag Jason pulled out his wallet as Will did the same to split the cost and hurry to join the group now gathered around you at the door.

“Hey,” you said to Gal in the loop of her arm around yours before your smirk to Margot when she did the same on your other side, “Headed my way?”

“Yes we are,” she answered back with a smirk of her own as you somehow steadily in a confident stroll to the left led the way to your hotel.

Just twenty feet away the wine wielding pair trotted up through the cameras snapping pictures of you all, a fact somehow absent from your focus while you eyed the next eatery on the block sighing out, “I bet they wouldn’t feed anyone either.”

Jason chuckled noticing Henry’s second inspection of your alluring figure strolling in front of him and asked, “Which hotel are you in?”

“Just up here, Reggie’s place.”

Will’s brows inched up as he asked, “Your friend owns Y?”

In a nod you glanced back at him, “Been in the family.”

Will, “I’ll say. How could they not feed you?”

You shrugged and said, “Maybe they know the seams in my thighs on my leather pants at work splitting. Revenge for how hard the wardrobe crew had to work just on me for five months.”

Gal, “Your thighs are fabulous.”

Tilting your head her way you said making her grin creep wider, “Oh I know that, but they do love to be meddlesome with my pants.”

Margot giggled and said, “It’s always the inseams.”

“Always,” Henry stated in Jason’s poke on his side making him look at his friend with brows lifted and a confused shrug only making the men beside him smirk at their single friend admiring their tipsy new friend they were escorting back.

Up into the lobby that’s doors were opened for you all by eager doormen nodding your way as you said, “Roger, Henry, snazzy as ever.”

“Welcome back Miss Pear.” Then greeted each of the group also staying here.

Straight to the elevator you went waving at Reggie behind the counter who had waved at you assuming you had a lovely time and made some new friends. Once inside you said, “What floor are you on?”

They all gave different numbers and Henry punched them in along with yours in the middle floors compared to their upper floor rooms and suites. Curiously Jason asked, “Pear? Interesting name, where did that come from?”

“Well, my first week in drama school and this group of guys was naming girls by the shape of their ass,” that had the men’s grins flinch and bodies shift instantly, “I walk by,” you bobbed your head, “How’s it going, Pear?” You tilted your head to the side, “I said that’s Miss Pear to you. Apparently in front of three of my professors, who spread the word to the others that that was my new name. Wanted to make a name for myself an, I certainly did.”

Gal, “I want to slap the guy in that but good for you.”

You shrugged, “They’re gonna stare, make up nicknames, why not take the power from them, besides, when I reach Dame Maggie Smith’ age I will have a lovely story to remind all the young whipper snappers about just how lovely my ass was they put the shape of it up in lights.” Jason started laughing smoothing a hand over his eyes as Will did the same in your stroll to the opening doors, flashing them a grin you said, “If you find the urge for some breadsticks or cookies I’m in room #, no promises on the pizza. Nighty night.” Henry simply chuckled and memorized the number he’d have a nice breakfast sent to in the morning to keep any hangovers away while debating himself if flowers or a fruit arrangement would be too much to add to the mix.

Humming to yourself Tiny Dancer you pulled out your phone from your clutch attached to the chord you’d wrapped around your wrist along with your room key once the doors closed behind you the first thing you did was open your pizza app to find the closest location. Hoping that the location would encourage them to assume you were a bigger name than you were, and that the hefty tip you would give might ease the sting of the disappointed delivery man. A swipe of the card and you bumped the door closed behind you post slip inside, locking the bolt once it closed out of habit when traveling alone. Straight to your couch you went filling the order you paid for and sent off with confirmation email received of payment and that your order was being prepped.

Turning on the tv your eyes dropped to your brother’s face popping up on your phone in a picture of him making a face and holding a gun at a teacup and saucer from one of your favorite shows he had been in. After a few moments of your bopping along to his ring tone of ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire,’ you answered the call. “Bunny!” Through the line once you decided to answer and break his wait and not make him sit through the whole song that you could just listen to later.

“Hey Benny.”

“I heard you got stranded in LA? Uncle’s looking after you right?”

“Ya, he got me in Reggie’s place,”

At that he sighed in relief, “I’m so sorry, I just got off a full day flight and I would have arranged something had I known.”

“I know.”

“Mummy called.”

“I figured,”

“You are alright?” he asked in a concerned tone dropping his own bag on top of his hotel bed he plopped onto to remove his shoes putting you on speaker.

“I will be once I eat something. Honestly, two hours at a bar in a so called restaurant and nothing, reduced to my pizza app.”

Firmly he replied, “Put them on!”

You giggled, “I’m back at the hotel,”

He scoffed, “Nobody makes my CumberBunny go hungry! What’s the name?”

You giggled again, “I don’t need to sick a dragon on them Benny.”

“Two hours, you said two, and just who is this Arse who left you to go smoke with his reject friends?!”

“Just some guy named Mark, I blocked his number.”

“I’ll do more than block his number he tries to speak to my baby sister again!” Wider your smile crept as he ranted on about what he would do to the man once he found him and all his bigger friends he would bring with him glad to help in defending your honor. Questions of your plans for the mini trip paused for you to collect your food and tip the man there who instantly froze and called you by one of your character’s names and accepted an autograph you were glad to give before heading in to lift the phone again.

A wiggle out of your dress and into a baggy sweater and some shorts while the food cooled a bit and you unraveled your hair letting it hang in a loose braid you wove it into so it wouldn’t get into your food but freed the curls to expand to their usual unruly selves. Your table was covered and muting the show you had chosen you chatted until he had to head in for his interview he had flown out for. Promises to text you the following day came with shared sentiments of being eager to start work on the detective mini series you would be sharing the screen in since your last time when you were still little and an extra in a period piece he was in.

We didn't start the fire

It was always burning

Since the world's been turning

We didn't start the fire

But when we are gone

Will it still burn on, and on, and on, and on

On your feet between bites of your pizza dancing along to the song playing on your phone with arms swaying and snaking around you awkwardly between bops of your hips you sang along feeling your mood a million times lighter after talking to your brother and the rich spread on your table.

We didn't start the fire

It was always burning

Since the world's been turning

We didn't start the fire

No we didn't light it

But we tried to fight it

Buzzing from your phone had you grumbling at the interruption to your jam. Lifting the phone you paused the song and smirked at following the notice bubble to one of your social pages saying that the group was now following you. Tagging their pages you snapped a picture of spread and typed, “Hello Lovelies. Since they wouldn’t seat me here I go. Offer’s still good on sharing.”

Once changed Margot did come down alongside Henry and Jason, who smiled seeing you grinning in seeing his wife Lisa with him fresh from a nap allowing him the public meal while she ate in the room enjoying her favorite show. Will came down later sharing his wife thanked you for the compliment and the now comfy jean and t shirt clad men settled with Margot in her pajamas saying Gal was upstairs sleeping for her early flight. Random pictures and empty boxes later and Jason’s head was tilted in your plop onto the couch after hugging Margot good night. Lisa followed his and Henry’s intense stares to ask the unspoken question, “Is that a boot print on your thigh?”

Turning your head you angled onto your side contorting in an arch twisting your leg behind you only to roll back onto your back propping up your legs again, “Yup. Should have seen it last week, sore as hell.”

Her brows pressed together, “You have a boot print, on your thigh.”

Inhaling sharply you said to Jason, “You know some fight moves, you can do this. My last fight scene, he’s my buddy, we’re fighting other people. He’s firing off arrows and then hears a guy creeping up on my blind spot while I am throwing daggers,” behind Jason while he glanced over his shoulder you demonstrated, “He’s supposed to kick a lever right here,” waving your hand at your side and you lifted your foot faking a kick to press into the back of his leg showing how you’d gotten the downwards boot print on your thigh, “But he missed. Oh it was bad, knee gave out, I squeaked, he started crying, it was a day after that. He’d already dislocated his shoulder falling off his horse twice and two more of the stunt guys fell through a wall, just one of those domino days.”

Will, “Looks bad.”

“Had worse. Just a bruise. Few days and I’ll be back to my marshmallowy self.”

Will popped out first with a call from home and Jason and Lisa slipped out at a reminder for their flight both hugging you leaving just Henry in his slip into your bathroom. Perhaps it was planned, and he did need a moment to gather his nerve for the move he was planning. Wetting his lips he left the bathroom smoothing his shirt down over his middle joining you in the living room. “Just me then,” he chuckled out making you grin at him from the arm of the couch you were sitting on.

“Did you want to be my friend?” His brows inched up and you said, “You mentioned pokemon go earlier,”

“Yes,” he answered with a grin bringing out his phone trying to push through his body’s urge to blush at mistaking your meaning of the question as he copied down your code to add you. The Magikarp hat and short short wearing figure made him smirk as you inspected his simple Eevie cap and all black pant and flannel shirt combo with finger gloves. The only paid accessory being his Gengar backpack. “I know my guy needs some wardrobe work, I’d just rather go play than spend hours in the shops like my nephew wants to on his.”

“Well, expect ample gifts from me.”

“Good. How long are you in town?”

“Well seeing as I was flown out here on a private jet I actually have to book a ticket back. I happen to be off work for a few weeks, but I could push it maybe, three days before I get bored of pizza.”

“I am leaving Tuesday, how about this, tomorrow I can show you a nice trail for a hike and we can stop for lunch after. I am busy for dinner with another event, the following night however I am free.”

“Is that an either or situation, or are you asking me to a hiking lunch and a dinner?”

“Both, If you’d like. And I promise, no waiting at the bar, and I will fully appreciate the effort you put into dressing up or down for both occasions.”

His hopeful grin crept out in your amused smirk, “Alright, you’ve sold me on both. And you’ve stepped back so I’ll let you make your escape.” You said standing to walk him to the door making him regret shifting his weight at all. Leaning against the wall there however at his lingering gaze over you the words just flowed out of you, “You’re lucky you’re all the way up there or you’d be in trouble with that grin of yours.”

Playfully he rumbled back, leaning forward with his hands crossed behind his back, “Oh really? And just what danger would I face down here?”

“I may just steal something you’d have to normally earn.”

Smirking at you he asked, “That would be?” The words tapered off at your lean in and lips planting on his. He wanted to lean in and deepen the kiss but he could taste the hint of liquor lingering on your lips and he had to wait to claim another. Only you beat him to that adding a second quicker peck and leaned back making his hands split apart to trail his fingertips across the bottom of your jaw in a clearly welcomed lean in. After a tender press of his lips to your cheek he hummed when his eyes caught yours, “Sleep well, be by at nine to fetch you for the hike, Miss Bunny.”

Through the door he walked and you sighed on the other side of the closed barrier mumbling to yourself, “I’m going hiking with Henry Cavill…Did not see that coming.” Locking the bolt on the door you turned for the tv you shut off only to turn on the one in your bedroom bringing a bottle of water to finish off hoping to stave off a hangover only to fall asleep with phone charging by your bed.

.

Knocks on your door had you groggily lifting your head from your pillow. To the door you walked palming your phone as your brother asked you to do when you were younger just in case you’d need it to call for help. “Room service,” sounded through the wood and you repeated the words to yourself in a whisper wondering if Reggie had sent it up only to open the door and let the man in to set it out on the table with another man entering with a bouquet of roses and lilies in a small vase. Grinning at it when the pair had left you found the small card that between your fingers was eased open revealing the simple note,

‘Good Morning Sunshine,

Hope you like pancakes.

H’

“Hope you like pancakes,” you whispered to yourself smirking like an idiot, “Who doesn’t like pancakes?” Settling down into your seat you snapped a picture of the food and flowers nipping at your lip as you typed a message to your brother, ‘Henry sent me flowers and breakfast!’

The smiley face at the end of the message had your brother halfway across the world narrowing his eyes at the message and scrolling to his social page to tag Henry’s page simply writing, ‘I see you Superman.’ Just that tiny hinting at ominous message out of the blue had notifications racking up like wildfire and once he managed to cross paths with the bulky Brit oh the interrogation he would unleash on him for his intentions. A hike seemed innocent enough but he would be paying close attention for your responses to everything, especially after your dinner he had asked you to the following night.

.

A second knock came and you opened the door flashing a grin to the man you soberly recalled having kissed already even before the decided mini dates who was smiling at you brightly with a hint of anxiety to his posture and fidgeting fingers around the water bottles in his hands. “Thank you, for breakfast and the flowers.”

“Well I couldn’t take you out hiking without a proper breakfast. The flowers weren’t too much?”

You shook your head replying in a step into the hall allowing him to look you over in your Capri khaki’s and a loose t shirt and sneakers in neon matching your mismatched socks. “Not at all. Can’t say I’ve had a guy send me flowers outside of family or my brother’s friends.”

Extending his hand he passed you one of the water bottles that you accepted and joined him for the walk down to his rental car for the out of the way drive to an incredible hiking path ending in a wide loop around to a small diner perfect for a cozy lunch. Driving back he shared about the event he was off to for a charity keeping him from a second night with you in a row. All the press was listing your time with your new band of friends and somehow the innocent hike was taken as just that, two active celebs off to keep fit on scenic trail. Where Henry on one story was said to be missing his dog Kal making you giggle at the picture added only emphasizing how small you were compared to him.

*

Sighing in his entrance to the building past the line of cameras Henry glanced around and got to milling about with familiar faces through the displays up for auction before he went to find his seat. The auction went well and in the next stream of milling about through the entertainment portion of the night he leaned back in his chair wondering if he should send another breakfast your way or possibly pick up some cookies or something to bring for a possible dessert to share with you before heading up to bed.

Into the seat beside him Martin Freeman who flashed him a wide grin, “Henry, hello, enjoying the night?”

Tentatively he paused then replied, “Yes, are you?”

Martin tilted his head a moment, “Yes, even more so that I was able to find a seat near you open.”

“Really?” he asked in a slightly confused tone.

“I heard you sent Bunny Pear flowers.”

Henry’s brow twitched up a moment and he slid his hands higher on his legs asking, “How?”

“From her brother.”

“Her, brother. She told her brother?”

Martin nodded, “Yup, after hearing about her disaster start of a trip out here relatives were trying to see how they could fix it. What did you have planned next?” Through sharing the dinner plans for the following night he kept wondering just who your brother might be that he had such famous friends and Simon Pegg came to join in on the questioning including what his schedule was like in a few weeks or months and where he might be headed to next.

“Would it be too much to drop by with cookies after this?” Henry asked unable to keep the question to himself any longer.

Simon’s grin split wider saying, “Oranges,” Henry’s brow ticked up, “Take her some oranges, but you have to make it seem like you already had them for yourself. Always likes oranges but like some people share ice cream or popcorn she likes to share fruit.”

Martin said, “Partly her brother’s fault, used to bring over heaps of it with friends to visit her at home between jobs.”

Simon nodded, “Showed up at my place with a whole tub of melon slices she’d cut up. Sort of endearing really to be picked.” Questions lingered through the bit of the entertainment until the real owners of the seats around him came back and they all sat through the rest of the planned events and headed out.

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One knock later and your door was opened again finding Henry holding up a bag of oranges, grinning as he said, “I bought too many. Up to help me out?”

Smirking up at him you asked, “Who ambushed you?”

He shrugged and said, “Why would ambush be your first thought?”

Nodding with a momentary purse of your lips you stepped aside letting him pass, “You’ll see.” Oranges led to cuddling and a timid string of kisses until a commercial especially loud had him checking the time.

Shirtless in an accepted sharing of your spacious bed brought on a sunrise triggered good morning kiss making you smirk as he asked, “How do you like a good scramble?” Turning your head you let out a sleepy giggle seeing him dialing for room service and drifted off into another nap he nestled up around you until the food arrived.

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It was a lovely weekend, but work called and home you went while he was off for another. But with a spot on a detective mini series off to England he went, excited for the new project but mainly to be closer to you and this new job of your own. Not till the night before set table read did he realize on his freshly delivered script that your name was on it instantly splitting a wide smile across his face. Everyone was busy and still with just a couple dates under his belt timidly he joined the crowd refraining from charging across the room to claim a fiery kiss surely making the wrong sort of scene for his first day on this project. Turning his eyes from you through the crowd he flinched back a half step seeing Benedict Cumberbatch right next to him with his eyes narrowed, “Hello Henry.”

“Hello,” Benedict at the last few actors claiming their spots turned to head around the tables to claim the seat beside you leaving poor confused Henry to take his seat across from you flashing you a wave you returned across the way.

Halfway through however just before lunch break one of the producers sighed as the plot ebbed away from their hopeful choice of having yours and Benedict’s characters spending the night together after the continued snarky bickering relationship they would have. “And you’re still adamant you won’t do even a kiss scene together?”

You and Benedict pointed at one another, you said, “Brother,” while he said, “Sister.” The revelation washed over the woman realizing how you both slipped into the relationship so well and you already had such a good rapport. And Henry eyed the pair of you understanding the Superman post the other day and the publicly close group of friends coming to talk to him about you. Though with a family like yours he had to wonder why you didn’t use your real last name. 

Beginning from small bit roles into the classic period pieces building your strong footing until your big cash film when you had claimed last minute a male’s role in a film on a football club that you with your old teammates and competitors from your Uni days just tore a hole in the planned plays to make it all the more phenomenal as you held one of the most heart wrenching story arcs void of the usual female traps in scripts. Jokes were added hinting that you were supposed to be cast as a guy while the overall lack of care for who was meant to be Billy in the first place only added to your roles after. Strong roles bordering on ambiguous when it came to gender as you bridged the gap between the bulky guys around you and the most emotional of the women filling their trap filled roles to the T. You made it here somehow without letting on the pair of you were related to the public. 

The pride swelling in Henry’s chest compounded the more he looked at you building his anticipation to see just how this project would go and if there might be a spark between you and him woven into the script. Another pair of eyes landed on him and in meeting them that pride in his chest clenched realizing your narrow eyed brother was staring right back at him. Leaving just one thought in his mind, Holy Hell, he’s her brother. He might just get his wish for the on screen addition to their romance, but big brother would be watching.

#Henry Cavill x Reader OC #Benedict x Sister #Request

[lilly2ac]

Pearl Blight: The truth about my life

I realize I have not yet spoken about what brought me here as a narrator. I have a habit of talking a lot, telling people a lot about myself while simultaneously staying secretive. The multiverse is vast, and I am just a speck within it.

My name is Pearl Blight. I am 18 years old. My birthday is February 4th. I wish to be a writer when I grow up. I hate swearing. I see myself as ignorant because I am unable to detect moods. I feel the CMY color wheel is superior to the RGB color wheel. I tend to be social and outgoing. I have a habit of putting the blame on myself. I have a habit of going into tangents. I have insomnia. I identify as pansexual. I feel closer to Gal than any of the other people I work with. I am a narrator.

I will not pretend to be someone who is bright and bubbly on the outside with a dark secret eating away at them on the inside, I do not have a dark side of myself. I have a sad history that I have been trying to move on from. I do not wish to return home, however, I feel the story of my home needs to be told.

I was born to a Jaden and Silver Blight on February 4th, 2002. I had a happy childhood. My mother was in the army and was away constantly once I was around 6, however, I was close to my father. I would write stories or plays for him. We would go on walks in the evening together and just talk about whatever we felt like.

I still loved my mother, and the three of us would always do fun things together when she visited. I remember back when I didn’t really comprehend what my mother’s job actually entailed, I would write silly stories about her fighting a dragon or saving the world from aliens, and she would always listen.

Around the age of ten, my father started having a friend over, someone he had known since college by the name of Lojilee. They would hang out in the living room together, have a few drinks, and talk about life, their jobs, and things bothering them. It was never taken further than that. I used to write about her as well, portraying her as this evil scientist. I do not know why I thought of her that way even back then, however, I clearly knew what was wrong.

Then, things started to change when I was thirteen. One day, I woke up and walked downstairs, my dad on the phone, frantically talking about a huge storm approaching and moving with Lojilee to keep us safe. He told us to pack what was necessary and that we would be leaving soon. We were gone within an hour.

We moved into this bigger house, with many people I had never seen before. There were a few people around my age, some a bit older and some a bit younger. We all got to know each other pretty quickly and would play games to pass the time.

A few days after we left, there was news about changes in temperature across the earth, fires breaking out, and a report that the radioactivity from the sun was now considered deadly. I remember I stepped outside for a moment and the smell of smoke was unbearable. Luckily, the house was well ventilated.

The heat wave followed with rain. Once the rain started, Lojilee knew what to expect. They patched in the windows and doors on the first and second floor to make sure no liquid would get in, and yet still had all of us move to the second floor to be safe.

The rain continued for about a week before finally stopping. There was about 20 foot flood. At this point, it was considered an end of the world event and there was no contact with the outside world. By the end of it, we had all retreated to the third floor to stay safe, even though the house managed to stay stable. We also managed to save a few more people who were stranded by the flood, helping them get in before the sun could kill them.

About two weeks after the flood, the water was down to a bearable amount, and the ground started to shake. There had been multiple earthquakes in the area, massive ground-splitting earthquakes. It was a miracle that none of them hit our shelter, I don’t know what would’ve happened if they did.

There were multiple earthquakes spanning over a week, then a windstorm hit. It started out with large, hundred mile per hour winds, followed by tornadoes. At this point, I had no idea how this house was still standing. It was as if it was designed for this tragedy.

After the hurricanes, there was nothing. It seemed as if it was all over. In fact, even the temperatures began to stabilize themselves. After it went quiet, no one looked outside for what seemed like a month. During that time, we kept ourselves safe and busy. By the time I decided to leave the house, it had been three months since we had moved in.

I decided one day early in the morning to step outside. I decided to see what the world had become, however, I was shocked by what I saw.

Most of the houses had been destroyed in the storm, and there were trees, flowers, and other flora where they had been. I expected to see nothing, but instead, it was as if our house had been teleported to a forest, untouched by anyone within the last century. What was even more odd was that it seemed like there were orbs of light everywhere, adding to this beauty created by the destruction of our world.

Losing all sense of fear, I walked around what had once been a small suburban neighborhood on the nicer side of our small town. I started following one of the orbs of light that appeared, feeling a familiar warmth of it. I was reminded of my mother...

I wondered what she was doing. By the time we left, she had only been gone for a month. Dad said once it was over, we’d likely be reunited, and that mom was going to help others escape the tragedy. I hoped she was ok wherever she was...

I returned to the house, not telling anyone what I saw. It seemed the worst was over.

About a month after that incident, we had all officially left the house for the first time.

After two months, we received contact with the outside world.

After six months, the official percentage of deaths was released. It was announced that 80 percent of the population had perished.

And one year after the incident, we learned my mother had not survived...

The people within our house had started to rebuild as a small community. Thirty seven of us had been sharing one home for months. I don’t think any of us kids had questioned the circumstances at the time, however, it started to become clear that Lojilee knew this event would happen and had prepared to keep as many of us safe as possible. It was lucky that my dad knew him.

We had all worked together to build a small community where our town once stood. We were rebuilding from scratch, surprisingly managing to stay stable, however, tragedy struck.

Seven of the people had fallen ill, my father being one of them. No one seemed to know what it was. First, they stated they started to feel warm. Then, their hair and eyes started to change, with no pattern or explanation. Soon after that, they started acting aggressive. They had to be separated because they were attacking people. I was not allowed to see them.

It was soon after that that Lojilee started acting odd. She was not ill, she had just succumbed to madness. It was odd to watch, seeing how we were more free than ever now, we were no longer trapped in that shelter, we were in the process of rebuilding our own town, creating a new community.

She acted cruel, vindictive, and unfortunately, I was her victim, her guinea pig, she had me working for her as a lab rat, purring myself in risky situations so that she could try to learn more about this virus and how it could have connected to the apocalypse.

She switched to blackmail, and would use my own father against me, saying he wouldn’t be cured unless I continued to help her. This continued for about three years, until my father couldn’t take it anymore, and ended his life.

In my time with her, we learned about the existence of the multiverse, and she learned how to leave our universe. I had decided I had enough, and a month after the death of my father, I left.

I decided to hide in the doodle sphere for about a month after that, polishing my writing skills in the hope of finding a place where I could make it as an author. I learned about narration, an amateur job for those over 18 where you would follow the playable characters of the Creatortale AU and write about their life. I applied, got the job, and was assigned to narrate Tier, Creatortale’s Frisk.

I am so happy to have gotten this opportunity. I am happy to have started over my life a second time. I wish the best to the residents of my old AU, however, I do not wish to return.

I told this story so that you could gain a better understanding of what my life has been like. I want there to be a record, within Creatortale, of my story, and the story of the tragedy that struck my AU. And if have taken the time to read this, thank you. I am thankful to be able to share this story with you, and I hope you have found some meaning behind it.

[miss-m-winks]

Instead of a summary of my art from each month of 2019 I’ve compiled a summary of my art from every year of this decade! Finding some of that old art was incredibly difficult.

And making an exact image description of all this would be too long to write or read so I’m going to do my best to describe all this in a concise and interesting way.

2010: I was a sophomore in high school, so about 15 years old. These two drawings are in pencil and colored pencil, one of some random girl character wearing brightly colored clothes and a rainbow shawl thing (??) walking on clouds it seems. No idea what that was meant to be about. The other is a reference for my old oc, the very first one I ever had, based on myself. She looks human but with unicorn ears and a horn, plus wings and a tail. I hadn’t figured out animal legs yet either so she has perfectly normal human legs that just end in hooves.

2011: still mostly pencil, colored pencil, I don’t remember if I had a laptop yet. I would have been 16 years old at this time. I picked a self portrait here, a coloreddrawing of myself in black concert dress playing the trumpet because I got to do a solo in jazz band and I was very happy about it. The other art I picked for this year is digital but in the old ms paint program (you know before it tried to be fancy with a few more realistic tools and was only pixel art tools) I do believe I was still using the family computer for this, with a mouse. I was really creative with the tools. It’s my unicorn girl oc again, flying through the sky. I included a progress image, showing how I made it. I’m so glad I saved the steps and posted them it’s really cool to see my old art process for that.

2012: 17 years old, and I think I finally had a laptop with a good art program on it by this time but I still did mostly traditional art, lots of colored pencil work. I found this old experimental art I did that year, a colored pencil drawing of a girl sitting on a tree branch, but the background is all digital, a painting of a fantasy night sky with three moons. It actually looks kinda good, the edges of the colored pencil drawing are crisp and smooth and the digital background doesn’t look out of place. I mean the shading is a bit of a mess and I used white clouds on a black night sky which is a bit funny looking but it isn’t that bad. The other image is a colored pencil drawing that was really ambitious for me at the time. I had this cool idea to draw Death with sunset colored wings, all poetic and stuff. Why did I also draw death with blue skin and horns? I don’t know. Why is death sitting on an ambiguous brown cliff overlooking a cemetery? Well I guess I just was having trouble finding any other way to make a nice background and have death above a cemetery. I should redo this one, it’s a really good concept.

2013: my last year of high school, 18 years old. I was doing digital art a lot more often this year and expanding the diversity of my ocs. One of these images is a digital drawing of two of my first characters of color, two male black elves (black as in African-based) smoochin. My first black oc was also my first queer oc, jayvyn. A gay elf. There are a lot of issues with the way I originally conceptualized his story but even when I was thinking he was the only queer person in his town and there was homophobia towards him (I was only just dipping my toes outside the mindset I grew up in) I gave him a whole massive group of friends (a boys' lacrosse team he was on don’t ask me why lacrosse I have no idea I don’t even know much about lacrosse it was a weird choice) and those friends were extremely loyal and supportive of him, even to the point of going on dates with him just to make him happy. and again, he was the only gay character I had so I was writing a bunch of straight dudes taking their one gay friend on dates in a town full of people who were at least vaguely homophobic, I definitely had a lot of growing to do in my writing and my own mindset but I’m kinda proud of myself for doing that? I could have done so much worse with my first queer oc and my first real step into characters of color, but I made the whole story about this tight knit group of boys who were all such close loving friends. (Gee I wonder if this had anything to do with my being ace and not knowing it yet). Oh yeah, the other image is also there, that one is from a photoshop class I took. We had a three-way folding mirrors the bathroom at the time so I put on a hoodie, turned out the bathroom lights, folded the mirrors in and shoved my face into the gap and then took a photo with the flash while holding my mouth open in a silent scream. The result is this really cool series of screaming faces at different angles, which I then ran through a few filters and major contrast adjustment. Could be an edgy generic horror movie cover lol

2014: 19 years old, and I just finished a year of community college and then left on a church mission for 18 months. I probably should have used some of my first college art class drawings for this year's summary but I was using my old deviantart gallery to collect these old images so I forgot I had all that college art too. These two digital images are pretty dynamic in different ways. Dynamic lighting and dark skin, an experiment I was doing to figure out lighting better for my characters of color. That’s Jayvyn again I think, with lightning shooting out of his hand because I sure love making characters with lightning powers. The other is dynamic in the posing and I’m still incredibly happy with it, it’s a drawing of a grey centaur from behind, bucking in panic because a kitten pounced on its foot. Definitely still one of the best centaur drawings I have ever made.

2015: 20 years old, I was actually on my church mission for this entire year so finding art from that year was very very tricky. One is just a small pencil drawing on another oc, Ronan with his cool mechanical leg playing fiddle I guess? I was doing a lot of synesthesia doodles that year so there are lots of swirly lines coming off the fiddle. I was also surprised to find this really neat digital art I made of Ravio from link between worlds, I almost forgot I did find a way to make digital art on my mission (no access to my laptop, limited apps we were allowed to use, super limited access to normal computers except for emails and such, always busy doing important stuff) I discovered the drawing function in the iPad notes app and every time I had time I would use it until I figured out how to make it work for me, using only my fingers, the limited color palette options, and this marker tool that had one size and only multiplied (except when using white) this is definitely one of the best ones, but I don’t know where the rest went. I had a lot. I was stunned to find this because it really looks like I could have done it on a laptop, can’t believe I forgot I did that.

2016: 21 years old. Had to get used to a laptop again. Also I created my current main oc Morianten during my church mission so here I have the very first full body digital art of him! I’ve definitely changed his anatomy a lot since then, made him much more bird like. Kinda funny to look at this old one and see just how differently I draw him now, only three years later. I also have here a digital painting of some other members of morianten's adoptive family, his dad and little brother having a father son race in nice racing wheelchairs. I still struggle with proportions when I draw characters in wheelchairs.

2017: 22 years old, and back in college. I really had a focus on figure drawing that year, I was back in college art classes and I found posespace.com which is just full of professionally shot art model photos. I’ve got one digital figure drawing of my oc Talib, another practice in lighting on dark skin. The other image is a charcoal drawing of my oc Parva, I think I did that one in a 30 minute time frame where I was taking pictures at different points to show my process but I’ve lost the process images.

2018: 23 years old, and really getting into color depth with my digital art. I found a really old pencil drawing of a dynamic dancing scene and redid it as a digital painting with extreme colored lighting dynamics and new characters. I also got super into mermay so I’ve included one of my favorites, a rainbow trout gal and her elf girlfriend having a chat after a nice swim. I’m super proud of the colors and proportions here, and the shading is pretty great too.

And then it’s 2019! This year! I’m 24! For this one I used three images instead of two, all digital. My ocs Talib and Kouto as persephone and hades in a really quick painting I did but the colors and lighting are intense and fun. No outlines painting of Morianten with some pretty intense lightning lighting. That one took ages and I’m still not entirely pleased with the way I drew his face there but I’m proud of it. And I never actually posted this last one, it’s a new oc created exclusively for the DC superheroes au I dabbled in with @askmissbernadette, a young hero called Lion riding a skateboard in a dark city with a long coat on because that’s a fun way to replace the common superhero cape design.

Overall, it was really fun to go through my art for the entire decade and see how much it’s changed over time. And to see how much my characters have changed. Hope 2020 is a good year, hope the 20s in general are good. Here’s to another 10 years of change and progress!

#winks art #accessible art #image description #winks ocs #decade art summary #long post

[fyrapartnersearch]

Yo; It’s been a while since I’ve put up a roleplay ad, but since most of the ones I’d been continuously replying to sort of gradually stopped communicating with me (Which isn’t a terrible thing, I just want to write), and I’ve gotten into a few more subjects and fandoms since my last post, I’m gonna say fuck it, we’re doin’ it again. Cutting straight to one of the most important information pieces; I’m nineteen years old. I’ve seen a lot of ads requesting ages 21+, so I just wanted to make it clear that I’m legal, but If you prefer drinking age and above for any reason, I am unfortunately not your gal. Otherwise, I wish I didn’t have an age limit to roleplay partners, but since I do enjoy putting smut and adult themes into my roleplays, whether it be PWP or into a long-term story, I’m gonna have to set the bar at 18, or above.

Age rules aside, I'm lookin’ for three categories of roleplays, all completely chill with me;

Canon/OC (DOUBLE-UP ONLY):

I’ve got quite a fuckin bit of fandoms for this one; most of my roleplays, in all my 7+ years of experience, have been canon/oc-- It’s just plain enjoyable to me, creating characters you get attached to and pairing them up with characters you’re already attached to. I really love seeing everyone’s different portrayals on characters they make, as well; who they’re compatible with and all the like. It’s pretty safe to say I’ll probably be doodling a lot from whatever we end up creating; I’m a fervent shipper.

I’m up for a really nice and intricate long-term plot with character development just as much as a PWP short-term, so contact me for either at any time; even if you want to start up a long-term and later in decide you’d like to create a short-term on the side. I’m a flexible roleplayer, I love everything. And that includes kinks, too, so if you wanna throw an idea out in the character-bedroom, than shoot for it, there’s a pretty much 100% chance I won’t turn down anything you offer, as long as it isn’t mpreg. Nothing against you if you like it, you do you-- just not my cup of tea. Double-up isn’t limited to two characters on each side, either; I love adding in side characters and such, so we don’t just have to play two characters each and that’s it. Throw in somebody for a scene at any time if it makes sense to the situation, have fun with it.

m/f, m/m, f/f, whatever you want or decide to do for your pairing is fine with me. Oh, and I really would prefer partners who enjoy OC interactions if possible; I really enjoy all sorts of relationships in roleplays.

Fandoms (CANON/OC):

[Homestuck]:

I’ll Play: Anyone. I’ve been in this fandom for years, and am very well-acquainted with all the characters. Beta, Alpha, Trolls, Cherubs, Midnight Crew, just ask.

I’ll Take: Dave Strider, John Egbert, Sollux Captor, Cronus Ampora, Terezi Pyrope, Karkat Vantas, Gamzee Makara, Kanaya Maryam

[Tokyo Ghoul]:

I’ll Play: Again, Anyone. Well-acquainted fandom.

I’ll Take: Juuzou Suzuya, Uta

[Ouran Highschool Host Club]:

I’ll Play: Anyone in the anime; I know there’s more characters from the manga, but I haven’t read it, yet.

I’ll Take: Kyoya Ootori

[Pokemon]:

I’ll Play: There are… So many characters in pokemon that I don’t even know if I CAN say I’ll play anyone, but I’m a very big fan of the games and universe, so honestly, just ask for anyone and we’ll go from there. I can always look up characters if I have to, but I don’t think I WILL have to.

I’ll Take: Cheren, N, Guzma, Wally, Lillie, Ilima

[Invader Zim]:

I’ll Play: Zim, Gaz, Tak, Gir, Professor Membrane, Red, Blue, etc.

I’ll Take: Dib

[Diabolik Lovers]:

I’ll Play: Yui Komori, Ayato Sakamaki, Laito Sakamaki, Shu Sakamaki, Reiji Sakamaki, Subaru Sakamaki, Kanato Sakamaki, Cordelia

I’ll Take: Kanato Sakamaki, Laito Sakamaki, Reiji Sakamaki

DISCLAIMER: I’m totally willing to delve into this fandom, But I warn you I’ll probably make a character that’s somehow logically capable of beating the shit out of any of the vampires, because I have this weird love-hate grudge on this fandom and want to make a strong female that can put them in their place. Otherwise, feel free to request whatever you want for your side. As of this point I’ve only seen the first season, but maybe I’ll get around to forcing myself to watch the second and I can offer more characters to play.

[Black Butler]:

I’ll Play: I’ve seen every season of the anime, and have been through quite a bit of the manga; up to when Ciel brought Sieglinde back to England with him, so request anyone you like, and I’ll probably be able to work with them.

I’ll Take: Alois Trancy, Grell Sutcliff, William T. Spears

[Attack on Titan]: I’ll Play: Anyone within season one of the anime.

I’ll Take: Levi Heichou, Hanji Zoe

I’m sure I’m missing some, so if none of these appeal to you, than request others and we’ll talk.

Canon/Canon:

I don’t really do this too often, but recently I’ve gotten way too into certain ships and others reappeared from the depths of my brain; so I’ve definitely got to put this here, now. There’s only certain fandoms I’ll work with, but if you’re interested in any of them, please do feel free to contact me. The same rules apply here; Short-term or Long-term, Any kinks, Lots of doodles, etc.

All I ask is that you don’t make any character OOC.

Fandoms (CANON/CANON):

[Homestuck]:

Ships: Too many to count, so just talk to me-- but I’ll list some here just for idea sparkers; John Egbert/Terezi Pyrope, Dave Strider/Terezi Pyrope, Dave Strider/Karkat Vantas, Sollux Captor/Aradia Megido, Dave Strider/Kanaya Maryam, Karkat Vantas/Kanaya Maryam, Rose Lalonde/Kanaya Maryam, god there’s so much just ask.

DISCLAIMER: I have characters I really don’t enjoy together, as well, like Dirk and Jake, or John with any dudes (especially the striders), but otherwise, request to your heart’s content and I’m sure we can find at LEAST one ship we share mutually.

[Nier: Automata]: Ships: 2B/9S

DISCLAIMER: I’m still in the middle of playing the game; I’ve only just beat Route A but I love these two so much that I just had to put it in just in case. If you’re alright with working with me, here, I promise you I play it like crazy and I’ll learn a lot more from this day, on. I’d prefer to play 2B, as well.

[Pokemon]:

Ships: Guzma/Plumeria (there’s more ships in this fandom, of course- I’m just into this one the most, right now. Team Skull is hilarious.)

[Attack on Titan]:

Ships: Hanji/Levi

OC/OC:

This really has the same general rules; I’m fine with m/f, m/m, and possibly f/f, but I do prefer the former two, and on terms of m/f I enjoy playing as the female a lot more. I also tend to enjoy playing dominant females. This is a completely sandbox category; If you have ideas for plot contact me, and I’m 1,000% down to put our characters in any world anyone could want. Slice of life, dark plots, mobsters, smut-oriented, fantasy, sci-fi, anything you want to do I’m cool with. I tend to make OCs on the spot for what I think works well with a plot, because It’s one of my favorite processes about roleplaying-- and I do use faceclaims.

If any of this interests you, contact me. I’m a thirsty motherfucker for writing.

E-mail: [email protected]

Discord: Sparky #4225

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[nightmareonfilmstreet]

[Exclusive] Interview with Lindsay Schoolcraft of Cradle of Filth and 10/31 Soundtrack

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[Exclusive] Interview with Lindsay Schoolcraft of Cradle of Filth and 10/31 Soundtrack

When I learned Lindsay Schoolcraft would be contributing to the soundtrack of Rocky Gray’s upcoming Horror Anthology, 10/31, I had to reach out.

Lindsay and I share mutual friends, growing up only towns apart. And, also being among the few gothic persuasion in our neighbourhood, I followed Lindsay and her rising solo career under the name Schoolcraft, and silently cheered her on in 2013 when she joined iconic dark metal band, Cradle of Filth.  Lindsay continued on with the band, serving as live keys and back-up vocals, as well as contributing the female vocals, keyboard, and harp on the bands’ most recent albums; Hammer of the Witches (2015), and Cryptoriana – The Seductiveness of Decay (2017).

And, with the recent release of Cradle of Filth’s Cryptoriana, her work on a highly anticipated solo album, as well as contributing to the soundtrack of an upcoming horror movie, we had much to discuss! Read on for our exclusive interview with Lindsay Schoolcraft.

Photo by Melissa Matheson.

Nightmare on Film Street: This interview all came about because I stumbled across your involvement in the soundtrack for Rocky Gray’s upcoming Horror Anthology, 10/31. Anything you can tell us about the project?

Lindsay Schoolcraft: Rocky and I have been in talks about collaborating together for quite some time now. We were just waiting for the right opportunity and project to come up. Earlier this year he asked me if I would be interested in doing a song with him on his horror anthology soundtrack. Of course I agreed to it because Rocky and his work with Evanescence has been a huge influence on me since my teens. So far the writing process has gone smoothly. He is easy to work with and trusts my abilities as a writer, which is a huge compliment coming from him.

NOFS: Is this your first forray into Horror? Any interest in contributing to future soundtracks or scores?

LS: This definitely is. It’s also my first contribution to an original track that will be exclusively for a movie. I was trying to pick Rocky’s brain for theme ideas on how to approach the lyrics for this song. I want the listener to fall into a story and give them a sense of storytelling and finding their own perception or take on the story they are hearing. I was asking for what the stories were like in the flick, he said “just make it spooky and open to your own idea”. At first it was difficult, but then the ideas started coming. I am just completing the lyrics over the next few days.

I am slowly getting into the horror world. I’ve never been massively into slasher flicks, I’m more of a sci-fi and fantasy fan. I am looking forward to seeing what Rocky has created with 10/31.

Depending on how well this song is received I would be interested in doing more soundtrack contributions in the future. I find there is less pressure with one track verses doing a whole album and making a group of songs cohesive to one another. There is more freedom in one track.

NOFS: So much of the tone and mood in Horror is set by the particular film’s score a music choices. Do you have any personal favorite scores or soundtracks that inspire you?

LS: Thanks to Dani Filth the Dracula soundtrack has really grown on me. I would have to say the soundtrack that has had the biggest influence on me is from The Queen of The Damned. It’s influenced a lot of my work and never grows old for me.

NOFS: The latest album from Cradle of Filth; Cryptoriana- The Seductiveness of Decay, just dropped last week. What can we expect from the new album?

LS: It’s different then what we’ve done before in many ways. The guys really pushed themselves to compose their best on it. The addition of the choirs is what really ties it together. Also it is one of our more thrash driven albums too. So far the feedback has been great, I’m happy everyone is enjoying it!

NOFS: The recently released Music Video for your single Heartbreak and Seance is a beautiful, moving vignette of classic Victorian, Gothic imagery; soft snow falling among dead trees, wax dripping from the candles of a silent altar. Can you tell us a little bit about the process of creating that video? What was the experience like bringing the single to life?

LS: Oh thank you! It was a magical time and full of great memories. We flew out to Riga, Latvia to work with Arthur Berzinsh, which had done the album artwork for our past two albums. We love his work and he really understands us and what we need visually to match our music. This was definitely the biggest music video production I had been a part of since joining the band. Dani had also mentioned that it was one of the biggest video production that band has had in a long time. The crew and makeup artists were a treat to work with and we made it happen in just two days. I believe after we left there was more filming happening for two days after we left. It shows in the results. I’m really happy I could be a part of it.

NOFS: Both in the music video and during your stage performances, you always wear such amazing headpieces and unique, gothic inspired fashion. Can you tell us a little bit about your fashion influences?

LS: Oh thank you! The lot of my headdresses are made by Hysteria Machine, but for the new music video I got Morgan Lander of Kittie to design my crystal deer skull headpiece under her line Thelema Crystal Skulls. 

My influence and ideas change every few months. I have definitely been on a long black evening gown kick the past few years, I have a feeling that will change starting mid next year. My dress designs come about with whatever I’m feeling at the time and the influence of the time of year. I find I get more inspiration in the autumn in winter months for my image as apposed to spring in summer where I get more of my musical creativity from.

I usually carry a small sketch book with me on tour and sketch all my ideas into them as they come up. They aren’t the best doodles in the world, but they are passable until I can bring the headdress or the dress to the designers.

NOFS: Your previous album with Cradle of Filth, Hammer of the Witches, was inspired by the infamous persecution of suspected witchcraft. Were there any specific real-life or fictional stories/films that inspired you when creating the album? 

LS: Usually the theme of the music doesn’t come until later and it’s decided by Dani. With Hammer of The Witches we just started writing and picked the best of what came about. Of course there was a theme of darkness with anger and sadness when we wrote that album. In the beginning we never know just what Dani will make the theme. He often needs the music first because he can start getting creative.

NOFS: The Female audience tends to be under-represented in both the Metal and Horror communities, though we make up a growing, significant (and badass) chunk of their fan-bases. Is there any advice you have for those macabre and creative gals who are interested in exploring a darker career-path?

LS: It’s a learn-as-you-go experience so I don’t really know what advice I can offer. You just have to be you and find out what is is that you can uniquely offer with your own little added flair. If you told me 6 years ago that I would be the creepy woman in Cradle of Filth to sing backings and play the keyboard I would have never believed you. But it happened and here we are. I was slowly moving away from the dark fashion and look that I loved so much just before I got the offer to join and then I just got sucked right back into it. It’s definitely been fun to experiment and find my look with makeup though!

NOFS: Speaking of which- what’s it like being the only Female in a Dark Metal band?

LS: It’s nothing different really. Sure, I am a nurturing person and I get sucked into the role of being the “tour mom” with handing out band-aids and being thoughtful and caring when others break themselves. But it’s nice to be a part of something and represent the feminine aspect, which is something I take very seriously considering some people consider me a role model.

NOFS: Do you have any personal favorite Horror Movie Go-To’s on the road?

LS: Would Repo! The Genetic Opera count? It’s pretty much my favourite movie ever!

NOFS: It totally counts. In addition to Cradle of Filth, you are also half of Black Metal duo Antiqva, and release music solo under Schoolcraft. Do you have any projects in the near future you can tease? Also, do you ever find downtime?

LS: Downtime? What’s that? Haha.

Antiqva is coming together, but very slowly. Which isn’t a bad thing because we get to take our time and make sure we are happy with everything we are constructing. I’m honestly very excited about this project. There is a lot of freedom to take my time and experiment and build the orchestral sections as one of the main composers. 

As a solo artist my main debut is almost done being recorded and should be out sometime next year. I think people will freak when they find out who I wrote the album with and who the guest singers are. This has been my biggest accomplishment as a song writer so far. It’s the music I have always wanted to make and I think the fans will really dig it. I did my best to be as honest and humble as possible when creating this album. I wanted to tell stories and really pull the listener into the songs. It’s been a long journey and we are finally starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

As for free time though: I mainly just play around on my harp or watch cartoons. Of course I’m still slowly self teaching myself the wonderful world of makeup artistry. I’ve also been slowly piecing together new song for my next solo release. It’s a never ending process.

NOFS: Where can readers of Nightmare on Film Street find and follow more from you?

LS: You can find me on Instagram, Twitter, and Tumblr. My Facebook page is www.facebook.com/Schoolcraftofficial  And don’t forget to check out 10/31’s indiegogo campaign at http://igg.me/at/1031movie

  Cradle of Filth’s latest album, Cryptoriana: The Seductiveness of Decay is available now. The band will be kicking off their European Tour in the Late Fall. Tour details can be found here.  Horror Anthology 10/31 is currently funding on Indiegogo with a little over a week remaining.

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