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librarianandguardian · 2 years

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Hello! I read that you were open for requests and was wondering if I could request something for Anduin? ^^ Maybe with a female civilian s/o? Just something cute would be great and of course only if you want to write it! Thank you in advance

By the tavern's fire place - Anduin Wrynn x Fem!Reader

Pairing : Anduin Wrynn x Stormwind Civilian Fem!Reader

Words : 1039

Warnings : Fluff, Angst (Guldan at fault here), just a lot of feelings and kisses from an intense young love (Still SFW)

Music : Summertime Sadness (Bardcore | Medieval Style)

Author’s note : Like I said in another post, thank you so much for an Anduin request. Shadowlands is an emotional roller coster for him, I just - Argh. Anyway, this came out a bit angstier than intended. I might do another one in another setting (like with a champion or priest S/O). This is set at the beginning of Legion. So Anduin is (if no changes) technically around 18-19 yo. And because I want to hurt myself, this takes place two nights before King Varian goes to the Broken Shore. I still tried to put some cute elements in there, but I dunno, putting my mains in taverns always made me melancolic and longing for a calmer life for them. Okay I’m done rambling sorry, enjoy.

SHOULD BE PROOFREAD (If you find anything, don’t hesitate to point it out nicely ;) )

Night had finally covered the buzzing city of Stormwind. Its tall white stoned buildings casted large shadows in the moonlight. A wonderful perk for those in need of hiding. The fair citizens of the Alliance light up their candles in the foyer, emptying the streets. Only the guards and the drunks treaded the pavement. The stars shone bright, the moon kissing the sea near the lighthouse of the bay; the bell of the Cathedral rang the eleventh hour of the night.

In the Royal Dungeon, a silhouette lurked in the corridors. Its soft cloak flew with each stealthy step. Avoiding every guard, it went before the king quarters, stopping in its track in the corner of the corridors. Seemingly met with silence, it backed away near a curtain to disappear behind. A guard passed by, clueless.

The Whistling Pig tavern was strangely calm. Around two weeks ago, King Varian Wrynn had announced mass mobilisation of the army to fight off the returning Burning Legion on the Broken shore. The first week after the news, most clients were blacksmiths and stable boys, anyone preparing weapons and means of transport. After that came the lower rank officers and soldiers, drinking one last beer before saying goodbye. And it should’ve lasted until at least the night before departure. Yet somehow, the tavern was nearly empty two days before the departure.

It was nice, though, having a breather. Soon the wives, girlfriends and new widows would flood in. So as (Y/N)’s favourite shadow walked in to sit by the fireplace, her heart grew out of her chest. No one being in dire need of her help, she tiptoed to the silhouette, and whispered.

"Good evening Anduin."

One of her hands massaged the Lion Cub's right shoulder, as she kissed his left cheek.

"Hello, love."

The young prince dragged her gently on his lap. (Y/N) nuzzled her nose between his neck and his cloak. Her fingers traced his jaw, moving around his neck, only to settle in hair. His cheek pressed against her temple, breathing in. One of his hands rounded her hip, as the other caressed her shoulder. Their respective scents invaded their minds. They both exhaled softly. The fire softened their shadows, all the while warming their skins.

"I've missed you."

She put her head up, kissing his neck, jaw and cheek in the process. He captured her cheek, looking deeply in her eyes. His irises wore a tinge of sadness but mostly gratitude. (Y/N) rubbed her nose against his, making him giggle. Her right hand still in his neck, the same idea popped in their minds : slowly pulling each other, they kissed, chastly at first. Pulling apart, she admired the soft face of her secret lover being painted by the fire light.

"I'm scared." (Y/N) admitted.

His hand on her cheek went under her right thigh to bring her closer. Their forehead touched, but they never broke eye contact.

"I am not going anywhere."

Anduin kissed her fervently, a single tear rolling down his skin. It wet her a little, making her pull away. Her thumb sweeped it. His breath was shaky, his hands grabbing her just a bit tighter. She soothed him, kissing his cheeks, rubbing the base of his neck, as he silently sobs. The fire roared softly, filling the air. From the corner of her eye, she saw a customer giving them a sympathetic look. (Y/N) nodded, silently thanking them for the peace.

The tavern was nearly deserted now : her boss snoring on a chair near the kitchen fireplace, a client fast asleep on the counter, a lonely old woman finishing her dinner on a table… The senior noticed the sobs. Approaching quietly, she handed (Y/N) a clean handkerchief she sewed. With a warm smile illuminated by the fire, she bid her farewell, leaving the waitress with her weeping prince.

The Lion Cub took a few minutes to calm down, blowing his nose out every now and then. (Y/N) got up, fetching him a glass of water. He giggled at the silly sight of a huge tankard containing his beverage. His lover had the biggest grin on her face.

"That is quite the glass you got."

She sat on his lap again. A kiss later, she used the handkerchief to wipe his tears.

"A big glass for a big man."

He huffed jokingly before drinking a bit. Noticing no one was around, (Y/N) slowly took off his hood, revealing his long free blond locks. He side-eyed her a bit, but her smile reassured him. Putting the tankard away, the prince held her tighter than ever, planting kisses on her jaw and behind her ear.

"I am scared too. But I know Father will be alright. And as long as you are by my side, nothing can stop me."

A log cracked under the fire warmth. (Y/N) teared up. Taking his chin in her fingers, their lips met again, desperate but not hungry. It was taking in the other; the warmth, the tenderness, the caring side, the affection. Anduin sometimes cursed life to have him born in royalty, and not by (Y/N)’s side. He could have cherished her, wedded her, perhaps even become the father of their angels… but right here, with her close and offering her heart to him, he forgot his frustration and took her in. She was his reality anchor.

(Y/N) moved her hands to his cheeks, caressing them with her thumbs. They pulled away, drowning in each other in the magnificent fire light. To say she nearly didn't get the job… yes, she too fantasised to have been born somewhere else. But then, the thought of not being noticed by him in the royal court frightened her.

Thanking the Light, with all of her soul, that he came one night disguised to blend in with his people.

Thanking the Light that he talked to her all night.

Thanking the Light that he came back often.

Thanking herself for taking the first step towards him, only to be met halfway by the eager young man.

(Y/N) breathed out, not realising she was holding air in.

"I love you."

The fire of the tavern was their solace; lovers protected by the night and its shadows.

#anduin wrynn #anduin x reader #anduin wrynn imagine #world of warcraft #request #reader insert #imagine #xreader #female reader

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pawpadink · 3 years

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Art Feedback Session - Spookydoesstuff

"Our task was to make a mock intro to a show using our own original stories, either ones we had in the past or ones we made in class. I used Adobe Animate, which isn't very traditional for art to begin with.

I wanted something dramatic and more anime-esqe (inspirations being Persona 5's 2D animation, as well as the Cowboy Beebop intro.

The render itself didn't turn out as high quality as I had hoped, but that's on me for not figuring out how to render in a higher quality. With my time crunch (I had put off working on this until I had 1 1/2 days left, on top of a project for another class.)

I feel this could have been better? But I'm satisfied with it. I just wished someone had said something, even just asking about my characters (I dont generally ask here, at least about these specific ocs, just because I've had them so long and I want to give out more of their story through context and art. But in that class no one had seen them before and I would have loved explaining their story better than just 'alien cats')"

-- Spookydoesstuff

So! Let's start with the good. The color contrast is lovely, the bright red against the monochrome is a classic high tension color combo that really sells the adversarial stress of the scene. The characters themselves each have their own unique silhouettes, which means if you just filled each of the characters in with pure black and then showed me their reference sheets I could easily identify which character is which. The line work here is very crisp and clear, which for animation lends very well to streamlining and simplifying things. Your style itself applies very nicely to an animation style, again, thanks to its general simplicity will make the whole animation process much easier than a more detailed or complex style or design.

When thinking of areas of improvement, the first thing that is brought to my attention is expression. With the four-eyed cat in the second image, at a glance it's hard to see he's furrowing his brow a bit and his current expression comes across more as a neutral expression than a concerned, worried, or frustrated expression. I would recommend here adding a bit of emphasis on the expression with the eyelids or eyebrows so that it goes into the general shape of the eye instead of just above it or add a stylized eyebrow so it is more visible against the dark fur. Due to the thin line art, the line that marks where he's furrowing his brow is hard to spot.

Your art would also benefit from expression through body language! Cats, in particular, are incredibly expressive through body language. The ears in particular here are showing no emotion- Cats when anxious, scared, or angry will pin their ears back. Perhaps a bit more emphasis on bristling fur too- in the nape of the neck and the tail. Fluffing of tails is not just fear, but also aggression when raised high or thrashing. When curved it's fear. The nervous cat in the second picture might want to be keeping her head a little lower, as nervous cats will duck down, especially if submissive. Of course, since these are not standard cats, you are welcome to take these cat behaviors and alter them to your alien culture's standards! Go wild!

Also, look into playing with the line of action a little more. Even with characters that are standing still, exaggerating some curves in their body will add a hearty dose of personality. Plus, look into the 'law' of stretch and squish- I use the term law here loosely, it's more of a guideline.

(Here are some image scans from a book called Cartoon Animation by Preston Blair, and there's a lovely tutorial on expressions from the comic Lackadaisy here!)

Next I'd like to mention the shading. There is a bit of an inconsistency between the way you shaded each character. Although lighting direction was ignored for style here, the particular techniques used for each piece should remain the same throughout each frame of an animation, each panel of a comic, or between related images in general. In the second photo, the highlights on the four-eyed cat almost looked like fur patterning, so maybe refining that highlight by making it a little darker would make it more obvious it was a highlight and not a change in fur color?

I think if you were given a little more time you would have managed with the shading, but still something of note to keep in mind for the future~

Finally I would like to address the environment... or the lack of it. The bright red background is lovely, especially in this grey scale-pop style of colors. My only issue is that it feels like they're floating in some red void- you have the darker red to denote the ground, but it doesn't feel very consistent with where the characters are placed and there's no shapes in the background to denote any kind of environment- no tree silhouettes, no building silhouettes, or any other objects that could denote where the characters are.

Above is an example from Persona 5 which kind of shows what I'm talking about. Looking at some perspective tutorials will actually show you a way you can manipulate the floor or gradients to help add some solidity to the ground. With this style I wouldn't even say you would need to add nearly as much detail to them as Persona 5's art- just some dark shapes and perhaps a gradient of sorts to give a sense of location to the scene would help.

Overall, wonderful job! My first impression was 'Oh hey this looks like something from Persona 5!' so you really got that feel you were looking for. You also immediately get a sense of relationship here- from an outsider's perspective with zero previous information on who these characters are or how they are related. You can clearly tell the four eyed cat is protecting the female cat in the back, and there's a sense of either accusation from the one-eyed cat or threat, and that the other two almost seem to be distressed as if they were once close to this character.

Keep up the good work, don't feel discouraged with the lack of feedback from your class. I really feel with a bit of practice in terms of expression and body language you can really make some great waves with your art! You have a great foundation.

In terms of art program recommendations, my wife and I both use Clip Studio Paint. You need the EX version for feature length animations unfortunately, but the PRO version is much cheaper and lets you do some very short animations however it is a very powerful illustration and comic tool as well. Krita is a totally free program that will let you animate as well and has a pretty robust illustration feature itself, but I'm not sure if it has anything specific for comic making.

A big thank you to Spookydoesstuff for being our first review and for being so pleasant to speak to! Please check out more of their art and their blog by clicking here to go to their tumblr!

#Art Feedback #🍓 baking

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authorgreybrooke · 4 years

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A Temporary Batwoman

The Wayne manor was large and dark, iron and oak sealed together in a gothic style, stiff carpet, and creaky floorboards. The paintings that sat on the main walls dominated the rooms, dust-covered, dank, oil paintings of people and events long dead, with eyes that followed guests from room to room. The moonlight cast long shadows that looked like demons about the place, twisted silhouettes of a centuries-old armchair or an obnoxiously tall candle stand.

Alex Danvers cautiously stepped through the foyer, eyeing the decor with a detective's natural suspicion, her hand hovered by her hip as shadowy imaginary monsters loomed. Thunder struck, and Alex jolted and squeaked, and then cursed herself for being afraid of nothing.

"Who are you?"

"Holy shh!" Alex spun around. "Dude. Not cool."

Luke folded his arms. "What are you doing here?"

The agent withdrew her identification and waved it at the man. "Relax. I'm a cop. Kate said I could crash here if I ever needed to get away. I didn't think anyone else would be here."

"Special agent Alexandra Danvers." Luke narrowed his eyes. "Any relation to Kara Danvers?"

"My sister."

Luke sighed. "So Kate just leaves, and lets National City hero's come in and take over. Great. Just great."

"Hey, I'm not here to take over anything. I just. I wanted to. I needed a break. Okay, a break."

Luke shook his head and stormed off down a dark hallway.

"Hey, wait!"

"Unbelievable!"

Alex turned a corner and lost the disgruntled fellow for a moment, before hearing him cuss and stomp up a staircase, already feeling lost in the labyrinth she quickly followed.

"Hey, wait up!"

"Gotham City is in disarray! I don't have time to babysit."

"I don't really need a babysitter."

"What we're you thinking, Kate?"

"I think she was thinking that there was, like, eighteen spare rooms in this place."

Luke barged into an office and stopped by a bookcase, he raised his hand hesitantly to a display case that sat on a shelf.

"Look, maybe we can call Kate? If it's too much drama I can head back in the morning. Just don't freak out."

"I think you're the one who's about to freak out."

"What?"

Luke twisted the display and the bookcase shifted, revealing a secret elevator.

"Wow. That was unexpected."

The Bat Cave was a dark hole in the earth, with black stone and squeaky creatures, and yet and entire computer laboratory had been designed to run in its confines. Alex noticed air vents and ramps and a platform where a vehicle rested, she heard water trickling somewhere and the hum of the massive computer.

"This is insane. Then again, the DEO was basically the same thing, just less...scary."

A tall case, resting inside one of the cave walls, lit up to show the legendary Bat Woman costume secured on a stand. Alex approached with wide eyes.

"I like those colours. I mean, I've seen Batwoman on the news but up close -- that is a really nice red."

"There's a protest at the courthouse. It bound to get ugly. The Bat-Signal has been shining for days. People need to see Batwoman."

"Wait. What are you suggesting?"

"Suit up."

Alex laughed. "No. No. No, that's not why I'm here."

"Then why are you here?" Luke challenged.

"To get away. From life. I feel like a haven't had a moment to be just me."

"And who are you?"

Alex paused. "I don't know."

"Sounds complicated." Luke walked up to the display case and tapped on the glass. "Wouldn't it be fun to be a hero for a bit. Just one night even. The city gets a bit of hope and you get..."

"I get to not be Alex Danvers. Just for a night."

"Hmm."

"Sounds like escapism."

"Some of us play World of Warcraft. This is better."

"Just a night."

"Maybe the weekend."

"I do have the week off work."

"So what do you say?"

The Bat-Signal shone red in an otherwise black sky, the only light amongst black buildings and dark streets. Gotham Police camped around the place as a crowd cheered angrily in front of the courthouse, they held up signs and screamed profanities at a judge as he was escorted to a police vehicle.

A Batwoman sat atop a nearby building and surveyed the area.

"These night-vision specs are insane!"

"Thank you." Luke smiled from his place in the Bat-Cave, tapping away on the computer.

"Hey, what does the little canister do?"

"Don't push any buttons if you don't know how to use those devices."

"You're no fun."

"You're here to show the people of Gotham that Batwoman is still around, and if Batwoman has to get rescued because she teargassed herself then fell a hundred feet..."

"Got it. Not touching the little canister. I am a trained agent you know?"

"You have never used my gadgets."

"Who are the mercenary-looking guys?"

Luke glanced at the screen showing what Batwoman was observing. "They are Crows. Military. They were brought in to help Gotham almost a decade ago."

The Crows stood like statues as the mob of citizens stomped and screamed. The judge was slowly taken away and the crowed deflated minutely.

Alex sighed. "Well, that was anti-climatic."

"Oh, sorry you didn't get a full riot."

"You know what I mean. You gave me this whole speech about being a hero for a little bit and I haven't done anything yet."

"There's a robbery-in-progress at sixth and Cornwell."

"I'll take it!"

For the next week, the Gotham news was dominated with a three-second clip of Batwoman sparta-kicking a thug wielding a baseball bat.

#batwoman #batwoman fanfic #supergirl #alex danvers #dc cw universe #fanfiction #fanfic #lgbtq

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