#owen of jesslaw

[minuiko]

Weekend sketchdump of various Emelan/Tortall scenes via discord requests! It's been a blast :)

#daja kisubo #Rizuka fa Dalach #owen of jesslaw #lalasa isran #keladry of mindelan #sandrilene fa toren #my art #tamora pierce #tortall #emelan #protector of the small #the will of the empress

[fytortall]

Second driving question is do you think Cohen has a bubble gum shrine in the shape of Cal in his closet?

#protector of the small #page #tamora pierce #siri butchers tortall #owen of jesslaw #keladry of mindelan

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

Sleep, Interrupted

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Kel sits up, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Jump sleepily thumps his tail on the bedclothes and then closes his eyes again; a few sparrows mutter their irritation at Kel’s movement interrupting their rest but don’t move much themselves. The griffin, thankfully, doesn’t wake.

“Go away,” she mumbles; ignoring her, something plonks against her closed shutters again.

When she opens the shutters and sees who stands in the moonlit courtyard she glowers and turns back to her bed.

“Wait, Kel!” Owen calls. “You’re gone all the time, we just miss you.”

“It’s midwinter,” she says flatly. “All I want is sleep.”

“Lord Raoul keeps you that busy?” Neal asks. “I knew you two were made for each other.”

Tired as she is, hearing Neal’s snark and Owen’s enthusiasm lifts Kel’s heart. “Let me pull on something warmer than my sleeping clothes,” she says.

“Hooray!” Owen claps his hands and Kel can’t help but smile. “The others are waiting, we’ll have a jolly time.”

“You know I’ll see you at tomorrow’s party,” she calls over her shoulder, pitching her voice low so she doesn’t bother the animals.”

“Owen’s never been good at waiting.”

Owen protests. Kel laughs.

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31 days of ficmas, day 19 - all I want…

#31 days of ficmas #tortall #keladry of mindelan #nealan of queenscove #owen of jesslaw #double drabble #fluff

[cricketnationrise]

EPISODE NUMBER/TITLE: 1 / Can You Hear Me Now?  SEASON: 1  SHOW TITLE: Game Changer  LENGTH: 32m 28s (thirty-two minutes and twenty-eight seconds) PROJECTED AIR DATE: September 4th, 2023CAST: Keladry Mindelan, Merric Hollyrose, Owen Jesslaw, Neal Queenscove

or

The Tortall/Game Changer AU that precisely 2 people asked for. One of them was me.

Written as a gift for @dragonsthough101 as part of @fandomtrumpshate 2023.

#cricket writes #tortall #protector of the small #keladry of mindelan #game changer au #fandom trumps hate #fth 2023 #without further ado #let's begin

[theladyragnell]

Kel and Dom with some Neal and Raoul thrown in ficlet? Maybe at Raoul/Buri's wedding? Or whatever situmawaytion you think appropriate.

If there was one thing, Kel reflected gloomily, that her teachers had utterly failed in teaching her properly, it was dancing.

Etiquette class had always been boring. The lessons where the pages learned to dance, preparation for the future days when they would be worthy of escorting young ladies to parties, had been excruciating. Kel had never been asked to dance the lead with the boys in class, though she’d learned it anyway, Owen of Jesslaw being a disaster of a dancer who needed help outside of class. Instead, she’d forever been part of the group dancing the part of the follower as an example to those learning the lead, without learning the finer points of the part herself. Nobody, herself included, had particularly thought she would need to know those finer points.

Lord Raoul hadn’t taught her either, given his habit of adding body to the curtains at parties where dancing was done, which she hadn’t blamed him for before but certainly blamed him for when she was standing on the sidelines at his wedding trying very hard not to be noticed. There was a lot of her not to notice.

Tortall was still at war, and they were still within reach of it. There were more swords and spears than beams propping the walls of the room up, it seemed, and that meant that there were far many more men than women out on the floor. Kel was fairly sure she recognized at least two officers of the Own gamely dancing the follower’s role, now that she looked closely. Everyone was in a good mood, fuzzy with ale and the knowledge that the war was staggering its way to a close.

“Are you going to take after my lord, then, brooding against the walls at parties now that he’s a happily married man?”

Dom, tall and friendly as he was, could be sneaky when he felt like it. Kel didn’t jump before she turned to greet him, but it was closer than she ever would admit. “If my lord ever becomes the center of attention at parties after this one, married or not, we’d better check nobody has him enchanted,” she retorted, and smiled at him. “Hello, Dom. Any engagements since we returned from Scanra?”

“A few. No more than anyone. Word has it that New Hope is already bustling, and you’ve taken on a few raiding parties.”

Less raiding and more revenge. Scanra’s spy system was less effective than Tortall’s, since they didn’t have a Wildmage, but with the passage of several hundred people, they’d understood that Kel and her people were responsible for losing Scanra their greatest weapon, and they weren’t happy about it. “We do our best.”

“So modest. Commanders aren’t supposed to be modest, you know, especially unmarried ones. My lord always got that wrong. You’re supposed to brag about your exploits, make people swoon into your arms.”

Kel made a face. She wasn’t one for swooning, and found the prospect of anyone, man or woman, swooning into her arms sounded uncomfortable at best. “Is that what you do?”

He grinned at her. “Some people aren’t the swooning type. But I’m not here to brag at you. I’m here because surely one of the heroes of the war can’t mean to avoid dancing all night, and I hope to win honor and glory by being the first to take you out on the floor.”

Kel scoffed. “Heroes indeed. I’m just lucky my lord Wyldon hadn’t told anyone what orders he gave me before I disobeyed them.”

“Ask the Lioness how many orders she follows on a regular basis. My cousin and my lord have both told hair-raising stories.” He extended a hand. “Now, are you spurning me in front of the whole room, or will you dance?”

The Lioness, Kel noted, was dancing with Neal. She could almost feel sorry for him, except that Neal was much better at dancing than the rest of the pages and squires ever had been, a fact he loftily attributed to artistic sensibilities but that likely had more to do with his age and his sister. And, she noted, looking closer, the Lioness wasn’t a very good dancer either. Thinking about it, she probably had the same problem Kel did, but worse.

“If you put it that way, I can’t possibly spurn you,” she said belatedly. She wasn’t sure if she wanted it to sound like flirtation or self-deprecation, so it mostly came out flat. She winced, but put her hand in Dom’s expectant one. “I’m not a very good dancer, though, I’ll warn you.”

“Something the great and good Lady Kel can’t do? Don’t worry, I’ll see you through successfully, dancing is one of my many skills and I like to share the largesse.”

Kel had no time and no need to find a way to respond to that. Dom, with his good sense of timing, swept them into the dance as it started again, stepping and twirling with the rest of the couples. True to his word, he didn’t leave Kel on her own long enough to make a misstep, and it turned out that dancing with someone she knew how to fight beside was easier than trying not to step on Seaver’s toes or let Owen step on hers. She trusted Dom to watch out behind her so she wouldn’t back into anyone and to move her if she needed to be moved.

“That was fun,” she said as the music came to a close and everyone applauded and started looking around for their next partners.

Dom grinned at her, that crooked smile she couldn’t help but feel a little fluttery over. “You sound surprised. Should I be offended that you thought so lowly of me, or was it even better than your wildest imaginings?”

Kel opened her mouth to say something tart, though she wasn’t yet sure what, when Neal interrupted. He was usually much less subtle than his cousin was, Kel would have to be embarrassed later that he’d managed to surprise her. “She thinks exactly as lowly of you as she should,” he said, at his very loftiest, and turned to Kel with a grin. “And you’re dancing! I’ll have to write all our friends about this historic occasion, after I’ve checked that you don’t disgrace our lessons completely. Come along, Kel, lest my knight-mistress step on my toes again.”

“You’d better hope she’s well out of earshot,” said Kel, and smiled at Dom. “I’m not sure I’ll forgive you for making me an open target now, but thank you for the dance anyway.”

“I’ll find you again later, lady knight,” he said, and kissed her hand (eliciting a scoff from Neal) before disappearing into the crowd.

“As your friend and his cousin—” Neal began.

Kel interrupted. “You don’t want to finish that sentence if you don’t want bruised toes.”

“The north has made you so brutish,” he complained, but he swept her into the forming set despite it.

It was easier to talk while she danced with Neal than with Dom, though he was also less adept at rescuing her from her missteps. Still, he confided before trotting back to Yuki (decorously on the sidelines, having danced two dances with her betrothed before declaring that she didn’t yet know enough of the steps) that Kel at least didn’t try to lead him the way Lady Alanna did.

Kel, about to retreat to the wall again, found herself confronted by Raoul, pink-cheeked and expansive with happiness. “Kel! You’re dancing at my wedding, I think I must insist as your knight-master that we stand up for one.”

“I’m sure you danced with all your other squires too,” she said with a roll of her eyes, but by then she was finished protesting, and anyway, he mostly wanted to find as many ways to say “my wife” as smugly as possible to someone who hadn’t yet grown sick of it.

Every time after that Kel thought she might have the opportunity to return to the sidelines, someone else wanted to dance: half the Own, including Lerant of Eldorne, to her endless surprise, nearly every one of her year-mates and friends who had received an invitation and even Alanna, who by then was tipsy and insisted on leading despite the disparity in their heights.

Dom found her again when she was insisting to Roald, there representing his family when Queen Thayet was angry she wasn’t yet allowed near enough the border to attend her best friend’s wedding, that she really did need to sit down, and surely he could tempt Yuki out for a dance instead. “Water,” he said, after a respectful bow to the crown prince, who looked between them, grinned, and excused himself quickly.

Kel, ignoring everything about that she possibly could, took a few quick swallows of the water. “The least you could do,” she accused. “This is all your fault.”

“Yes, the horrible crime of making sure you have some fun.” Dom smiled at her and just waited while she finished her drink. “If you want to escape the dance floor, it’s a beautiful night outside. Shall we take a stroll?”

There was a lot of future ahead, and a war to finish, with all its attendant dangers even if the ending was all but decided. Kel wasn’t the sort of person to leap into anything, even if she’d been certain of what Dom was offering. He was smart, through. He’d offered her something she could accept without too much worry. “A walk sounds perfect,” she said, and let him lead her away from the boisterous crowd.

#impetusofadream #answered asks #sometimes i write stories #first attempt at proper tortall fic and i don't think it's too bad!

[goodgrammaritan]

Owen of Jesslaw

#tamora pierce #protector of the small #owen of jesslaw #tortall

[waestlandbaby]

Neal, Merric, Cleon, Roald, Owen: We don't need Kel's permission to do things we can do them on our own! Right, Kel?

Kel: *arms crossed, thinking*

Kel: *nods slowly*

Neal, Merric, Cleon, Roald, Owen: See!

#protector of the small #keladry of mindelan #nealan of queenscove #merric of hollyrose #roald of conte #prince roald of conte #owen of jesslaw #cleon #tortall #tamora pierce #lit #kel #protector of the small quartet #currently reading #rereads

[tiny-fandoms-quotes]

Owen: I will put my A down to make "A."

Merric: I will add to your "A" to make "AT."

Keladry: I will add onto your "AT" to make "RAT."

Nealan: I will add onto your "RAT" to make "BIOSTRATIGRAPHIC."

Kel: *flips the board*

#protector of the small #owen of jesslaw #merric of hollyrose #keladry of mindelan #nealan of queenscove

[dominionjewel]

Squire Owen of Jesslaw.

“It’s going to be a jolly scramble now!”

#Owen of Jesslaw #Jesslaw #Tortall #tamora pierce #protector of the small

[minuiko]

Another Tortall sketchdump!

#alanna the lioness #keladry of mindelan #roald II of conte #merric of hollyrose #owen of jesslaw #nealan of queenscove #cleon of kennan #protector of the small #song of the lioness #tortall #tamora pierce #my art

[fytortall]

Oh, and if Jess law 100% has a statue made out of bubblegum in the shape of Cal

Meanwhile, Toby 100% has a voodoo doll of Owen of Chas law that he uses out of jealousy

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Translation: Oh, and Owen of Jesslaw 100% has a statue made out of bubblefum in the shape of Kel

Meanwhile, Tobe 100% has a voodoo doll of Owen of Chas law that he uses out of jealousy

#siri butchers tortall #protector of the small #lady knight #tamora pierce #tortall #owen of jesslaw #tobeis boon

[noslowregard]

Hey. Hey hey. You know who would be really great friends?

Angus McDonald and Owen of Jesslaw

#best friends #they would swap books #and call everyone sirs #and be surprisingly badass together #and so earnest! #kel does not rush in #maybe neal could teach merle some healing spells #taz #adventure zone #the adventure zone #angus mcdonald #owen #owen of jesslaw #protector of the small #tortall #tamora pierce #crossover #books books books #friends friends friends

[good-night-space-kid]

I really do have a time for characters that make me go absolutely soft and want to just love them and give them everything I can. I see these boys and the Protection instinct kicks in and I'm instantly just like "baby let me get you some food and a hug and we'll go do something fun okay"

#yes this is about tom blake and owen of jesslaw #i just love them so much 😭

[idreamtiflew]

I made a bunch of Tortall characters on Artbreeder.com. Most are Protector of the Small Age, but certainly with a few liberties thrown in. Enjoy! (Made par moi using Artbreeder software)

Keladry of Mindelan 

Nealan of Queenscove

Domitan of Masbolle

Cleon of Kennan 

Lalasa Isran

Merric of Hollyrose

Owen of Jesslaw

Joren of Stonemountain

Tobeis Boon

Prince Roald of Conte

CONTINUED IN NEXT POST

#keladry of mindelan #tortall #tamora pierce #nealan #neal #domitan #cleon #lalasa #merric #owenofjesslaw #jorenofstonemountain #tobe #roald #jonathanofconte #protector of the small #artbreeder #fanart #kel #tammy #meathead #lady knight #pots #glaive #song of the lioness #alanna the lioness

[cricketnationrise]

Last Line Tag

Rules: post the last sentence you wrote and tag as many people as there are words

I actually wrote words today thanks to @affectionatelyrs @dumbpeachjuice and @leaves-of-laurelin tagging me in this. Not sure if any of you actually go here, but have the last sentence from my Tortall/Game Changer AU:

Switch to CAMERA C, wide shot, 3 podiums. KEL [offscreen] Merric and Neal are tied with three apiece, and with a commanding lead of six points, our very own Owen Jesslaw!

i'm not tagging that many people 😂 so consider this an open tag for anyone who wants to share!

#cricket writes #last line tag #tortall #game changer au #thats right we're doing script format for part of this fic #rip to cricket bc formatting #keladry of mindelan #hopefully the full draft will be done tomorrow #which is exciting

[theladyragnell]

I have to say, Owen of Jesslaw as a training master is an absolutely terrifying thought!

He'd be an absolute mess for sure, but he'd be a mess who cared about the kids, and given the horrifying "oh yeah, there are a lot more broken bones now because Wyldon insists on Proper Destriers instead of ponies for ten-year-old children" mentions in the Kel books he would not be the worst training master Tortall had ever seen by a large margin!

#anonymous #answered asks