Good Luck Bunny ^^ I Love Swap's Smile : Too Innocent For His Own Good XD

Alright so it is my turn X3 I don't really have a file of wip for drawings, because I work mostly on my phone and I can't do that BUT ! I have way too much things regarding writing X3 in French sooo sorry but not translated ><

OK, so, we've got :

La Mer ( "The Sea", in French )

Castigat ridendo mores ( a common latin formula for theatre "correct moral by laughing" )

Lady Macbeth ( about ghosts basically X3)

Captain Blood ( about translation )

Fic Layton ( two or three things in there X3 )

Translation Wandering Castle

Thieves and gentlemen ( this thing is in english though X3 )

Les Fleurs du mal ( "The Flowers of evil" (?), Charles Baudelaire, French poet )

Les Sept miroirs des anges ( "The Seven mirrors of angels" )

And I think this is all X3 I dunno who to tag so let's invite everyone who wants to do so X3 Hope I didn't deceive too much people ><

WIP Tag Game

no one actually tagged us this time, but since we have about a million WIPs atm i wanted to resurrect this thing :-)

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Falcon 3

Fantasy Romcom Buddy Trip (A Salt-Stained Dawn)

Four Crooked Branches

What the House Remembers

Codebreakers

The Dark-Eyed Dandy

Thread the Needle

The Diviner’s Hand

Knowledge Hunters Rewrite

The Ring and the Ribbon

Reality Show Divorcees (Syndicated Vows?)

Coffee Alchemist

Seventh Summer

Kirkie Taylor and the Graveyard Shift

battle of the bands type story

i do NOT know that many people however i WILL be tagging @professor-glasses, @solstice110, @verdantclouds, @bossdatomi, @mortallychaotickingdom, @cain-shuga, @simminglytimeladies, @felix-krain, @exaggeratedmisconduct, @freedomending, and 5 more volunteers from the audience

Here we got two drawings made for the wonderful @mortallychaotickingdom about her OCs Marshall and Jay from her comic ( GO READ IT, IT IS MARVELLOUS ! )

The first one is for an art trade with her and the second one is a sort of bonus because I just love drawing her characters over and over again XD

Some drawings about my girl Magpie, or Madeline, and about how I'd love to picture her, to be back at developing her even though I lack time and energy ahah X'3

I kinda like how much I've improved at drawing poses and characters X'3 not perfect but still X3

And a little clsoe up to these two drawings because I love how she looks ahah XD

Basically, I think I'll change a few things regarding her files, I don't even know which version of her I'll keep going with but still, I'm always happy to draw that girl and to experiment both drawing and developing a lore for an oc X3

She's an agent, a very skilled one, but I think she could take a very darker turn if she was desperate enough, let alone how her superior may have taken things in hands indeed regarding her behaviour. She'd still be skilled in history and linguistics and she'd also be trained and useful as some mole to send to some classy reception about archaeology indeed. She'd be good at fighting, but wouldn't count on her brutal strength. And she'd be a manipulative bitch, always getting what she wants because she could appear to be disdainful or inconsistent, but she'd be planning every single move she'd make, and she'd be a vicious and vile woman. Oh, and she's great at pickpocketing people and being a skilled thief. There's a reason she's the Magpie after all~

Summerween costume !

Rania is a huge fan of the Hex Girls even though they are from cartoons. She knows the songs by heart and she loves the whole "eco goth" vibe. She also loves music in general : she sings, she can go from alto to soprano thanks to her large vocal range and she even plays clarinet but she hasn't touched one for years now. Her favorite genre is probably jazz and she has a soft spot for klezmer when it comes to instrumental music.

So for Summerween, and since Mabel was insisting for her to join the whole celebration, she decided to dress as Thorn from the band (she had a big crush on her when she was younger). Dipper suggested a Fortune Teller as a joke and Mabel thought she would've done a very good witch but she wasn't comfortable with that last idea.

Of course, she didn't expect a big legendary Summerween Trickster to try to eat the kids !

This was supposed to be a file linked to the previous little Undertale Animation I found back. Also, there will not be so much to see so...

Context : Because of [file not found], WingDing has got nightmares all night long sometimes and it's hard for him to get over them. This way, he isolates himself a lot and was mute moat of the time. Arial knows he's a sensible and sensitive little brother so she often tries to communicate while learning sign language and wingdings. And sometimes it works enough so she can help when he needs it.

OK, so I have been charmed by the serie Miraculous, Adventures of Ladybug and Chat Noir ( dammit this was way more serious than what I was expecting >< so cool and this damn cliffhanger at the end of season 4 ! ) and I am ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE with Mayura / Nathalie and their design >~< really, I just HAD to draw her and I wanted to do something different after a week of stressful exams and I just thought that ancient dresses would fit perfectly >~< so here it is, tell me what you think of it ^w^

Mayura, the Peacock

And this was my reaction XD I just love when Marty draws him and there he has me, really XD

Now that I think about it, Raymond and Bronev are really opposites X3 the first one is sexier when he is younger and the second one had to pass over 50 to be really handsome XD

Poor Rachel being like "ExCuSe Me ?! Why did I have to die before he became that hot !?"

I realized I reached the peak of my insanity when instead of resting I decided to sketch a young hottie Raymond…

alright Marty, enough internet for today.  

a little bit of context on how everything begun :

I’m not alone tho- @narumitsu-lawlu​ and @mirza-majoris​ are my accomplices in this madness eheh 

@narumitsu-lawlu thank you to follow me in my thoughts XD

*Somewhere in a freaking nonsensical Land of the Dead*

Rachel : he did WHAT ?!

Desmond : yeah ! With a whole organisation !

Rachel : *about to burst of anger*

Desmond : *to Hershel* You might wanna cover tour ears right now...

Rachel : LEOOOOOOOOOON !

Leon : *popping from nowhere with two glasses and a bottle of wine* yes, my dear ?- *let them fall when he sees his children and Aurora* .... oh.

Rachel : YOU MISBEGOTTEN SON OF A LEPROUS DONKEY ! You did that ! To them !

Leon : I did no such things !

Aurora : Say it again, coward.

Rachel : THAT IS UNFORGIVABLE !

Leon : Oh I never stab her to death right in her heart ! And I never awoke a whole army of golem- oh.

Rachel :.... what army ?

Leon : ... theeeee one I never awoke, never. Who are these azran golems ?

Rachel :*taking him by his tuxedo* you awoke an army of azran golems because of your obsession ?

Leon : *glups* ...yes...

Chapter 5 : O Flower of Scotland !

When they arrived to Dingwall, Desmond hopped from the train and looked around, yawning a bit. This train trip had been rather long considering how far they now were from London and from England. They had taken a small train to go to Victoria Station before taking another very long one to go to Edinburgh, and he had been taking some time to sleep since his night had been pretty rough until now. It was also during that time that his father and Raymond had been discussing the idea of renting a house together and find a job to ease their expenditures. Desmond vaguely remembered something about Ray's mother and how he had explained the whole story to them.

His mother owned a small cottage near Cullicudden, a quarter of hour long trip in car was necessary to go there from Dingwall but it was always closer than anything considering trains couldn't go where there was no railroads. Also, there was another reason Ray wanted to stop to Dingwall. His mother was being employed as a domestic by a very rich family living in Dingwall and her cottage was not inhabited most of the time, that was why she had asked his son to come back to Scotland someday, to help her with the house since she was living in the same mansion as her masters. "The cottage is away from any big city, very few neighbours and good air indeed", that was how Raymond had described it and, somehow, after a good hour of thinking about it, Leon was rather opened to such an idea. And he knew that life could be expansive when you were raising a little boy as a father, and alone. Just thinking about Rachel and how she would've wanted her boys safe and sound, living a normal life, had been enough to convince him to give it a try.

Once in Edinburgh, they had to take another train to Iverness, but before doing so they stopped to buy some coats considering the weather was being less clement than in London, and Leon and Desmond hadn't brought one since they had to leave in a hurry. It wasn't winter yet, so they had some time to buy everything they needed. Only Raymond seemed unbothered by the very wet air coming from his homeland, and in fact he was almost happy to come back home. Desmond had been very interested in the landscape and even though it wasn't his first time traveling somewhere –his parents once travelled to Nazca, in Peru, when he and Theodore were younger– he was a bit nervous since this time they had some evil guys trying to look for them in order to take them away to a very bad place. Scotland was very much different from what he thought it would be, and hearing everyone's accent was enough to trouble him a bit at first. But he had been more than excited when they saw the Loch Ness when changing train again in Iverness. He even had the time to see the castle a bit and eat an ice cream !

Finally, after a whole travelling day, they were finally done and getting out of the station. The evening was near and they had not eaten much, merely two sadnwiches and an ice cream for the boy. But with a smile Raymond told them not to worry, that his mother would be more than happy to take them to diner tonight.

–Still, Leon had said, I don't want to impose my presence and Desmond's to her... and if she's kind enough to allow us to stay in her cottage, I might at least be the one offering her a diner.

–Oh, trust me, sassenach, try to offer to pay and ye'll be facin' a beast ! She'll never accept it. Trust me, A've tried twice. And she scolded me in the middle of the restaurant as if A was still a toddler !

Desmond chuckled a bit and was already picturing a little woman scolding that biker as if he was but a child. Leon smiled when he saw him being a bit more joyful than usual. This was enough to make his heart lighter for a few moment. Ray let them for a short moment, going to take back his motorbike which had traveled with them, in a wagon dedicated to these heavy things. Leon rolled his eyes when he saw that Scottish lad being almost in live this his engine.

–Come on, it's just a vehicle ! It's not some kind of wonder.

Raymond gasped and exaggerated his reaction just to make the boy smile again, boy who was really intrigued by such a mechanical prowess.

–It's not "just a vehicle" sassenach ! It's a Norton Model 40 International 350cc 1 cylinder from 1938 ! A've restored it ! T'was me dad's.

–How does it work ?

Desmond had sparkles in his eyes and he was hopping around the vehicle trying to figure out how it was possible for such a thing to be driven by someone on the road. Leon sighed, not knowing how to react to Desmond's enthusiasm since he didn't like mechanical stuff much. He was a more... traditional man regarding technology and mechanics. And he was barely capable to use a television so he wasn't an expert regarding the topic.

–Well, maybe he can explain it to you once we've seen his mother. How do we do that ? We wait for the end of her service or what ?

Raymond took a peek at his watch and thought about it for a minute.

–OK, well... I'll take her at her job, it's almost October's holidays for her, they always give her Samhain.

–Sowhat ?

The Scottish man sighed again and rolled his eyes, pulling his motorbike to follow as they were walking together.

-It's pronounced "Soween", and it's... well, 31st of October. The All Hallows eve, if ye prefer. Go on, have some nice walk time or go to the park, A'll join ye here with me mom. Sounds good ? There's also a few shops. To get yerself a Scots dictionary. Because ye'll need it.

He chuckled and winked to Desmond, promising him a nice ride later, and he made the motor roar before flying away to a very big mansion, away from the city center, and the more he was getting closer and the more his smile was fading. What he hadn't said Leon about all this was that he wasn't exactly in good touch with his mother and he wanted to go there forst to try to talk to her. Last time he had seen her, it was another glorious argument they had, about family mostly, and he has had very harsh words to her, before leaving like a thief, without even saying goodbye. By now he has had enough time to think about it and he regretted a good portion of what he said six years ago. That large amount of time was also the reason he hasn't told Leon about his relationship with his mother. Because at this point he didn't even know if she was willing to talk to him anymore.

He had written him letters 2 years ago, if you can call that writing a letter considering he's done nothing but traces a few line on the paper, for Christmas, All Hallows Eve, New Year's Eve, Easter, her birthday, etc. Just a few lines, and she had never responded to any of them for the simple reason he's been avoiding to leave any address to reply. His life wasn't the most glorious one and by now he was really regretting it, trying to make up for things he's been too stubborn to apologise for.

Without him realising it, his motorbike had almost ridden itself alone, bringing him right to main gates of the big mansion where his mom was working. He sighed and entered the property, leaving his engine near the portal gates, and proceeded to go up the alley to reach for the doors and knock on them, disdainful enough not to ring the bell. He wasn't used to ring bells anyway, he preferred the simple knocking, bells were some fancy way to summon someone and he didn't like it.

A young woman came soon after, looking at him with red cheeks and a shy smile across her face.

–Good evening sir... Who may I announce ?

–Hi, huh... well, A'm not here to see Lord McGregor, A'm lookin' fer me mother, Maighread, is she workin' or does she have... ye know, a few minutes ?

The young lady though seemed a bit troubled by his accent, for sure she was probably not used to Scots and Scottish accent either since the master of this old creaky mansion was trying to speak as "normally" as possible.

–I deeply apologise but... May-who ?

–Maighread, me mom. Ye know her surely, a li''le woman, heavy brown hair, she's the one in charge of the whole domestics here A think.

This time the lady figured it out and her eyes seemed to lighten up.

–Oh, I see ! You're looking for Mà Bannag ! Everyone calls her like that, she always bakes the most wonderful pies !

Ray sighed, a bit nostalgic, and thought that this nickname was truly fitting his mother. He nodded and offered the maid his most charming smile.

–Would ye be kind enough to allow me to see her ? The day's almost done, and A need to talk to her...

Being put in front of such a charming man, the woman blushed again and chuckled like an adorable chick before allowing him to enter and asking him to wait in the hall while she was going to bring Maighread in.

Ray looked around, not that impressed by such a decorum displayed through this hall. Big wooden interior, sculptures, old architecture, dark wooden stairs and ceilings, some tapestries which colours were slowly being less and less shiny considering they were older than everyone in this mansion, some carpets, everything making this house wealthy was only the furniture while the house itself was creaking each time there was a windy day. The man had lived there, with his mother and father, in the domestic aisle, most of his life, before leaving when he was a teen. He knew this corridors like no one else and he also remembered some nice little pranks he did to his parents when he was hidden in the library secret passage. A bit cliche but always worked. The thought was enough to bring a smile on his face but it quickly vanished when he heard the voice of an old man coming from up the stairs.

–It's been a while since last time you came here...

Raymond barely looked up, he wasn't much impressed by the old lord and his grey hair, grey moustache, grey tuxedo and severe figure. In fact, all that was filling his eyes right now was animosity.

–A'm not here to talk to ye. A'm here for me mà.

The old lord seemed to feel some heavy pressure on his shoulder and he looked away. Even his voice seemed less full of assurance.

–She should be here soon, I saw Maggie, the maid who introduced you in, rushed to the domestic aisle... ... you know, if I can do something, I-

But Raymond shook hisbhead and interrupted him right away.

–A want nothin' comin' from ye. And don't ye dare bring Maighread into this. Ye've done enough already, don't ye think ?

The old man sighed but replied nothing. Instead, he only nodded and went away, coming back to his room, just a moment before a shaky voice came to Ray's ears. He turned with a small smile hanging on his lips and waited anxiously for the little woman to come closer, uncertain how to react.

In front of his, his mother was looking at him, her hazel eyes wide opened. Her dark wair was tied into a severe bun but her cheeks and wrinkles at the corner of her eyes were indicating a very joyful woman. She was a bit skinnier than last time Ray had seen her and she had aged indeed. Her hands were shaking because of how unreal the moment seemed to be to her and her uniform, her apron indeed, was covered in flour. The man sighed and messed with his own hair, embarrassed and not knowing what to say. Suddenly his mind had gone blank.

–Hey.... huh... well... hi mà...

The old woman didn't let him say anything else and rushed to hug him tight, happy like she had rarely been. Since she was littler, he had to lean a bit but he didn't complain and hugged her back.

–Mo mac ! Balach beag, A've been so worried, me boy !

If anyone wondered where that young man got his accent from, then the answer was his mother, because she was the one always using this soft voice and little words to speak with her son. Even Ray's father had less of an accent than her !

–Ye are insufferable, young man ! Do ye know how very few informations ye put in yer letters ? A didn't even know if ye were doin' fine or not !

–A'm fine, mà... A just... well... A just had... rough days back then... A'm sorry...

A mother would always be a mother and this one knew her som very well. She backed away a bit, softly put her hands on both his cheeks and look him in the eyes with a worried frowned wrinkling her forehead.

–Yer eyes tell a lot, mo mac... Ye'll explain to me later ?

Raymond sighed and looked away. Maighread sighed too and kissed his forehead before smiling.

–I know ye're not here without a reason... do ye mind helping me grab me things ? Then ye'll tell me all about it, sounds fair ?

For how much Raymond wanted to be serious and for how much guilty he was feeling for the past few years, he cracked a smile and followed his mother. This little reunion had been going rather well but the main topic wasn't even brought on the table yet, they would need a long conversation, preferably with a cherry or a good whiskey.

–Yeah... let's go... Care fer a ride on me motorbike ?

–A thought ye'd never ask !

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⚠️ warning ⚠️ : grim stuff, little jumpscar

Here is a little thing I did, related to my Ghost!Madeline, it's always an excuse to draw grim stuff with creepy music X'3 so watch it knowing it freaked a friend out at the end XD enjoy!

Also, in this AU, she HATES Bloom and Bronev very veeeery much ! And she is more like a Banshee or a very angry poltergeist.