#alasdair

[senditothemoonn]

how tall do you make scot? I like him being at least 6'6 (198cm) 8 love him being absolutely massive especially compared to fran. big boi with even bigger hands amirite? I'd love to hare your size difference thoughts/headcanons!

YESS his hands are so big and chunky and calloused and he’s always got dirt or paint or whatever under his nails while fran has such dainty little hands and slender fingers with eternally perfectly manicured nails 💅 yin and yang in perfect harmony…

I haven’t thought about EXACT heights but I think realistically Alasdair would be pretty tall, maybe like a few inches over 6 foot. And Francis would come up to about his chin or his nose (depending on whether he’s wearing heels or not teehee)

But if we're going full on exaggeration, like animated movie couple level of exaggeration then Alasdair is most definitely almost 2 metres tall and Francis is head and shoulders below him (even with heels on) Alasdair is like 3x the breadth of Francis (maybe even 4, the man is a square okay)

Because like, personally for me, I like it when the size difference is most obvious in width rather than height. Don’t get me wrong I love it when there’s a big height difference too but like I want Alasdair to be a massive rugby player with broad shoulders and a barrel chest and Francis is just this twig he could snap in half 🤤🥴😩

Because I couldn’t stop myself, OBVIOUSLY I had to sketch a semi realistic version and an exaggerated version of how I see them. I think how I draw them kinda fluctuates between the two depending on what style I want to draw in. The latter is more cartoony and rushed and what I tend to gravitate towards if I’m just making a quick sketch and cba to focus on anatomy and the first is more for if I have time to spend on a drawing.

#they are literally just fergus and Elinor #but also #if you want a more realistic version of how I see them Google Hafthor Bjornsson and his wife lmao #my art #ask #scotfra #Francis #Alasdair

[meadow-roses]

Prince Alasdair???? I HATE that guy what a jerk

jerk in question is actually a cinnamon roll with crippling anxiety and a secret magic sword

#oc #alasdair #shepherdess #ellie #soul mates wip

[clarafayegames]

The Dream Alchemist | February Update:

If you enjoy flirting in your visual novels, you’ll like Alasdair’s route. I don’t think I’ve been able to write a single conversation between Alasdair and Nova that doesn’t involve a least a little flirting. I mean, Alasdair really can’t help himself. It’s in his blood.  

Plus, if Alasdair’s stuck in cat form and hidden away in Nova’s coat hood, he really has little else to do with his time but whisper sweet nothings in her ear – that and teaching her the art of flirting so she may charm her way through the world and get what they need to end this war before it begins.  

Alasdair’s story has been so much fun to write. We’ll be taking a look into his backstory – which I do for all my characters, but is especially important for Alasdair since he’s Mr. Mysterious. What are his ties to the magic academy? Why does he live alone in a tower? What does he really want with Nova?

So far...

Art: 12 of 16 backgrounds done. 3 of 4 side character sprites done. Nova has 3 outfit changes – but I like the idea of throwing in a fourth.  

I’m hoping to get all the art done this month (which is more than achievable) so I can get stuck into the writing the last few scenes.

Story – same as last month. I’ve put writing and editing on the backburner so I can get through the art assets, which tend to take up most of my time on the project.  

We’re over the hump now – Alasdair’s route is over halfway done.  

#the dream alchemist #alasdair #otomegame #visual novel #update #devlog

[amusicianwrites]

Adverse Effects - Whumptober Day 1

My post for @whumptober Day 1!

Alasdair Reid was sick.

This was a fact that he knew. 

He woke up with his body aching and a pounding in his head that left him dizzied when he sat up. He’d kicked off the sheets while he slept and his shirt was sweat through completely. The bandages he’d carefully placed on his calf had gone a dull red instead of pure white over the night. He tested how it felt when he put weight on it and while it hurt it wasn’t the worst pain in the world and he would still be able to walk for the trip his students had. 

His alarm hadn’t gone off yet, still about twenty minutes until he was supposed to get up, but he got up anyway and started to clean his wound and dress it once more. 

He took a shower, put on some makeup to conceal the eye bags, and started rummaging through his drawers for any medication. 

The bottle he found didn’t have the wrapper, but he would always bring medication for students home once he rebought his supplies. He took the half-empty bottle and downed it, nose scrunching at the artificial cherry flavor. Alasdair started to turn but stopped. 

This was kids' medicine; half a bottle wouldn’t do anything. 

He fumbled with the drawer and pulled out another, mostly full, bottle and downed that as well. 

Alasdair gagged after a second. It was grape flavored. 

He wasted no time, pulling the cardigan with constellations adorning the fabric over on. He glanced at the mirror and frowned. Even with the makeup, his dark blue eyes were tired and his brown curls looked lifeless. 

The drive over was uneventful aside from someone flipping him off for going the speed limit. 

He walked into his classroom, glad that he’d set up before leaving the school the day before, six minutes before they started taking students. The vigilante dropped his head on his desk and groaned. 

Everything hurt.

“Reid,” Fuck. He knew that voice well enough by now; had heard it call his alter ego’s name plenty of times in the night. “You’re usually at your door.” Alasdair plastered a smile on his face and sat up, only for it to drop when he saw only the CEO walking into his room. 

“Where’s Ben? He was so excited for today.” Leon blinked, pale pink eyes softening at the mention of his little brother, and gave a small forced smile. 

“Poor kid woke up with a fever. I had him go back to sleep after I promised that Mr.Reid would take him to the planetarium when he was better. Back to the question at hand though,” He walked around Alasdair’s desk, glancing at the door before tapping underneath his chin. “Rose, why aren’t you standing at the door with that cute little smile you always have for the kids,” Leon brushed back the brown curls on Alasdair’s head.

The touch was so comforting, so gentle, Alasdair leaned into it. It was something he knew he craved. He needed it like oxygen and yet he never let himself indulge. 

“Rose?” Leon pressed the back of his hand to Alasdair’s forehead. “Oh, treasure, you’re not feeling well are you?” He couldn't help the noise that came from the back of his throat, keening and desperate and feeble. “There’s that pretty blush. Why didn’t you stay home today if you’re so out of it?”

“The trip,” When had he shut his eyes? Leon has shifted to hold Alasdair’s jaw with his free hand. “The kids were excited. “

“There are other chaperones.” 

“Cruz is a bitch.” He wheezed, breaths coming in short rasps. He lost himself in the touch, enjoying the warmth.

Then he was on his back, looking up at the ceiling. He could see Leon, hovering above him. He looked frantic but when he looked down and noticed Alasdair looking at him he gave him a soft smile, those pale pink eyes softening as they stared him down. 

“You’re gonna be fine. Can you tell me what you took? The paramedics are going to be here soon.” He felt a hand on his chest, flat against it. His fingertips drummed comfortingly against his collarbone. 

Alasdair blinked, trying to process what had just been said.

“No,” He wheezed, trying and failing to pull himself ups. “No ambulance. No hospital,” Leon shifted and pushed Alasdair back down. He’d taken off his suit jacket and from how soft the floor behind Alasdair’s head felt, he figured it was his pillow for the time being. 

“Nope, stay down, love,” He pressed a hand on Alasdair’s head. “He’s burning up,” Leon spoke to someone in a hushed voice. 

“M’fine.”

“You are very fine, but you’re also incredibly sick, dear,” His hand stayed pressed where they were, on his head and chest respectfully. “Reid,” He said firmly. “Paramedics will be here soon.”

Alasdair’s eyes went wide, a soft shade of purple starting to line the rims. He bit his tongue and tried fighting back against the desperation. 

Despite what his instincts were screaming at him to do, he would not command Leon.

“Reid?” Leon was over him again, worriedly looking down at him. He gave him a look that in his delirious state he couldn’t quite place. “Look, I’ll take care of you,” Alasdair shook his head. “Shhh, It’s fine. No hospitals,” That reassurance in his smooth, baritone, voice was enough to have Alasdair relaxing on the floor. “You have to stay awake though,” Leon looked away, telling someone something that was unintelligible to Alasdair. 

He felt himself being shifted, lifted in strong warm arms. 

“Alasdair, stay awake,” Was the stern command but Alasdair’s body was fighting against it. 

His eyes slipped shut, and he felt himself go limp. 

He woke up feeling the thin, cotton sheet over him. He usually hated the texture of these types of blankets but he still wasn’t feeling things properly. He felt the light tubes of the nasal cannula in his nose, making him groan quietly and jolt. 

The bed shifted next to him, on his right side, and then on his left to a lesser extent. 

“Hey, Rose? Are you finally back with us?”

Leon. 

Alasdair sighed, taking a deep breath, before prying open his eyes. The room wasn’t bright, the way he expected a hospital to be. There was dim lightning coming from the ceiling and a small amount of natural light pouring in from the windows. He blinked to clear his blurry vision and saw Leon leaning over him, the same way he had been leaning over him in his classroom. 

“There you are,” He seemed relieved, at first glance. The furrowed brow was gone, where it had seemed permanently etched onto his face when he walked into the room in the morning, but there was something about his eyes that set off alarms in Alasdair’s head. 

They were sharp, slightly narrowed. The gentleness that he’d seen before he passed out was gone, replaced with something. 

“Your boss is worried as hell, he’s been calling like crazy. Only stopped when I got the doctor to speak with him.”

“I’ll call him soon,” The teacher croaked out, wincing at the sharp pain in his throat. 

“Hurts, huh? I’ll have someone bring in some ice chips. Consequences of getting your stomach pumped,” He pulled his hand away from Alasdair’s left side and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He was still wearing the black suit, though the suit jacket was nowhere to be seen and the white shirt was wrinkled. His shirt was wrinkled. Alasdair frowned, looking at that wrinkle. He heard that signature tone of a message being sent and then pink eyes were back on him, losing their edge for a second before they hardened once more. 

“Two fucking bottles. Two bottles of cough syrup. What the hell were you thinking? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Alasdair pouted as Leon’s voice got louder and louder. 

“It was kids’ medicine though.” 

“Are you - what? What?” Leon’s eyebrows shot up, eyes wide as he stared at Alasdair. “You didn’t just justify overdosing because it was kids’ medicine. Right? You didn’t just try to do that.”

“Half a bottle wasn’t gonna do anything,” His voice was wavering, raspy and weak, but he kept a steady calm look on his face. 

“How the fuck did you survive this long?” Leon seemed to think for a moment, eyes glancing back and forth between Alasdair’s face and the door. “How the fuck did you survive this long, Siren?” 

Alasdair didn’t process it for a second. 

“Hey, I’m twen-” Then he froze, eyes wide in fear. He stopped breathing, for just a moment. The vigilante turned his head to look at Leon mechanically, his heart monitor sounding quietly in the background. He couldn’t help it when his eyes glassed over. He wanted to deny it. Laugh in his face and shrug it off. He wanted to play dumb and ask who that was. There were so many things he wanted to do at that moment. Run and hide. Scream. Disappear. Leon was sitting there though, that goddamned wrinkle in his white shirt. His eyes looking at Alasdair with so much pain in them. Betrayal. 

“Ho-how di-” He cut himself off, looking at the ceiling instead. His eyes burned. “I’m sorry,” His voice cracked, his face burned in humiliation. “I wanted to-,” He was cut off by the sound of a soft knock at the door. He didn’t look back at Leon, too afraid of what he would see. It was quiet, Leon’s breathing was the only thing he heard besides the frantic heartbeat sounding off on the monitor. 

“Come in,” He stood and walked away from the bed. Alasdair caught a glimpse of him as he walked out. His brow was furrowed once more. 

The doctor gave him the rundown of what happened as he’d handed Alasdair a cup of ice chips. He had overdosed and they had to pump his stomach as soon as he arrive. He was currently in Leon’s penthouse which had its own medical wing with a fully stocked medicine cabinet and an entire staff on call. Rich people. Leon had made sure that Alasdair wouldn’t have to pay anything, apparently, he’d told the staff that his insurance wouldn’t cost much. While he wasn’t wrong about that, Alasdair still held out hope that this was Leon’s way of protecting him. Going to a general hospital would lead to god only knows how many tests and he isn’t even sure what would come up on them. 

They left him with some medication that left him groggy. His heart was still racing too much for him to sleep though. They had done him the favor of turning it off at his insistence and helping him sit up but when he looked outside and saw the skyline of his beloved city, his heart started pounding harder. 

He took a shaky breath and put a hand on his chest, only now noticing he was wearing a comfortable pair of blue pajamas. They must've changed him into this when he was out of it. Alasdair crossed his legs, surprised to feel the bandages going around his leg in a much more compressed and professional dressing of the wound. 

They saw his leg too, huh? 

Alasdair took another shaky breath in and put his elbows on his knees, face in his hands. 

How on earth could he have fucked up so badly?

He didn’t hear the door open over his shuddering breaths. 

“Alasdair?” His head shot up. Standing in front of him, his hair unkempt, in black sweatpants and a sage green t-shirt, was Leon. “Alasdair, why are you crying?” His hands went back up to his face, wiping away the tears that had been falling. 

“I’m not. I’m not, I’m fine,” He repeated, more to himself than to Leon. 

Leon walked over to his left side and sat next to him, cutting off his sight of the door. 

“Hey,” He placed a warm hand on Alasdair’s cold one. “Look at me,” He looked up and saw a small smile on Leon’s face. “We’re gonna be fine, okay? We’re just gonna talk. I think we should talk.”

Alasdair took a deep breath and shifted so he was holding, clinging, onto Leon’s hand.

“Okay,” He nodded, tapering away into a small flicker of hope. “Let’s talk.”

#whumptober2022 #no.1 #adverse effects #original content #original writing #accidental overdosing #od #sickness #Alasdair #Leon #my ocs #my writing #this was fun to write

[thumalindraws]

Have a drink... or two... or three

My OCs enjoy the evening in a tavern instead of hunting tricksters 😆

Vilkas (left) and Iain (auburn-haired behind the table) follow the card game attentively.

While Kjell clearly enjoys watching Alasdair lose, Rhodri sleeps through the rest of the evening.

Niven (middle), as usual, is not interested in any distractions and tries in vain to get the rest of the group to follow their mission.

As the only woman, Lias makes the men look pretty old and has even beaten Skeld at gambling.

For the time being, Skeld only pursues his two other vices: smoking and drinking.

Ciaran, the masked nheirya (a cat-like large predator) is satisfied with a simple bone.

Meanwhile, a companion of Levin (foreground right) notes that Levins ex-girlfriend (Lias) is also present.

Tigreal (right in the background) stays in the shadows as usual. And noone ever knows what he is up to

#digital art #tricksters #vilkas #rhodri #kjell #alasdair #lias #niven #skeld #levin #tigreal #Ciaran #tavern #fantasy #art #iain

[parziivale]

Art Fight for @NejiShadow of Alasdair!

#Parzii Art #Art Fight #Alasdair #Rapidash #Gijinka #NejiShadow

[lux-vitae]

Ghost Flock by Alasdair Wallace (b. 1967)

#alasdair wallace #art

[zegalba]

Jorja Smith for i-D Magazine (2023) Photography: Alasdair McLellan

#i-d #i d magazine #jorja smith #photography #Alasdair McLellan #black and white #editorial #beauty #2023

[flowerytale]

Alasdair Gray, from Poor Things

#alasdair gray #poor things #lit #literature #novel #typo #typography #witch #witches #currently reading #*

[gouinisme]

uhm. jarchivist

#managed to sueeze this between studying for tests and doomscrolling #i might shade it one day but it's just a silly meme i shant spend too much time on a meme again #is there too much noise? is he even visible? we'll see #we love to put small details into something just to deep fry the shit out of it until it's unrecognizable #jonathan sims #jon sims #tma #the magnus archives #tma jon #jarchivist #krita #jon sims fanart #fada.art #my art #the admiral #how dare i forget the admiral #i should've made him even bigger #when alasdair stuart said the admiral is so big he looks like a fucked up dog

[senditothemoonn]

My headcanon is that the bros are prone to a rather intense board game night

#my art #alasdair kirkland #hws scotland #hws england #arthur kirkland #aph scotland #aph england #hws ireland #hws wales #hws northern ireland #hws britain #british isles #hws british isles #hws uk bros #aph uk bros #hetalia #hetalia england #hetalia scotland

[strange-birdy-me]

Every Episode of Good Omens (and Inside No. 9) in 45 seconds.

Shared it for the Good Omens bit, but seriously Alasdair Beckett-King is a great comedian. Check him out.

#youtube #good omens #abk #comedy skit #funny #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale x crowley #parody #alasdair beckett-king #david tennant #michael sheen #neil gaiman #terry pratchett #inside no 9 #love island uk #ineffable husbands #angel x demon #british comedy #comedian #impressions

[thumalindraws]

WIP: Time to drink

Why do I try to draw scenes with perspektive/ architecture? 🫣

Its an old Idea, finally - but slowly - coming to life.

#tricksters #sketch #outlines #doodle #skeld #levin #lias #rhodri #ciaran #alasdair #niven #kjell #brothers #familiy #dragon #fantasy #original character #digital art #illustration #oc

[see-arcane]

The Wrong Ship

Dracula, misting out of his dirt box: Finally! Time to enjoy this seafood buffet--

The Captain: I see you’re new to the operation.

Dracula: ...You’re surprisingly, unappetizingly calm about a living corpse man leaking out of a box. 

The Captain: Mm.

Dracula: To drink people.

The Captain, checking his watch: Mm.

Dracula: Well, you’re boring me. Point me towards your underlings so I can get on with my meal. As payment you can die overboard. 

The Captain: Ah, very new to the operation. There is no crew that you’ll find aboard this vessel.

Dracula: I can smell blood enough to call you a liar.

The Captain: It’s no lie. You will find no crew here no matter how you search. Sniff them out, chase shadows, run laps around the deck. They’ll be there, but never found. Plenty of fog, though. You should feel quite in your element. If a bit peckish.

Dracula, about to chomp the good (?) captain: Not when you are in reach.

Captain Peter Lukas, dissolving into vapor before the Count can get a bite in: I do hope you enjoy the cruise. It’ll be longer than you think.

#in which I daydream about Dracula being loaded onto the fog-laden Tundra rather than the poor Demeter #perhaps never to return to a shore again #good to hear you again Alasdair Stuart #peter lukas #the captain #the magnus archives #dracula #re: dracula #dracula daily

[akumanoken]

“ i don’t wanna get up. ” Alasdair

morning after starters @mxlignxnt

Souji groaned, turning around to face his love and wrapping his arms around the other's broad frame. "Then stay... stay with me in bed..." He lifted his head up, pressing kisses against the other's jaw. "Hmmmmmmm....." Sleepy little possessive thing wanted to keep Alasdair near him for as long as he possibly could.

#mxlignxnt #Alasdair

[zegalba]

Amelia Gray for Document Journal (2023) Photography: Alasdair McLellan

#amelia gray #Document Journal #Document #photography #Alasdair McLellan #black and white #beauty #hair #2023