#barloverfortnight

[zandiiangelspit]

Day 13: Cuddling 

Luckily Athena has a bed big enough for cuddling not to be awkward ♡

#drawings #BarloverFortnight #barley lightfoot #athena lancelot #ocs #oc x canon #barthena #centaur #onward #onward pixar

[thederpyhipster]

Dear Onward fandom, 

Are you a Barley lover? Do you have an OC or S/I ship with this lovable, blue elf? If so, we’re proud to announce an upcoming prompt list: the Barlover Fortnight Thanketh-giving! It’s a way for you to share your love for Barley—while having fun at the same time! (And the chance to win some prizes!)

Your hosts: @tremendouslyzealousskeleton, @thederpyhipster, @austinambiguous, and @thundasir

THE RULES:

1. PLEASE use the hashtag #BarloverFortnight on your posts, that the hosts will be checking regularly across all social media platforms! Feel free to tag the hosts, as well.

2. All types of submissions are welcome: edits, fanart, fics, whatever your heart desires, in whatever medium!

3. Any submission on any day is guaranteed a participation prize: an Onward sticker of your choice! Please DM @thederpyhipster to claim your prize, if you wish!

4. All submissions on November 26th (Thanksgiving Dinner) will be considered for an additional prize! The hosts will judge submissions based on how creatively you showcase the prompt, and will DM you if you’ve won!

1st Place: Barley plush from Japan

2nd Place: homemade Barley amigurumi plush made by @thederpyhipster

3rd Place: adorable Barley chibi keychain

5. ALL SHIPS ARE WELCOME, as long as they’re not overtly problematic.

6. The hosts’ DMs are open for any questions you may have!

7. HAVE FUN!

We hope you participate, whether it’s for one prompt, or all prompts! We’d love to see your love for Barley and for Onward, and here’s a way for all of us to celebrate fall together. Please share this post with anyone you think would be interested in the event! Thank you!

Disclaimer: While the hosts will be participating in #BarloverFortnight, none of them are eligible for any of the winning Thanksgiving Dinner additional prizes.

#barley lightfoot #onward #signal boost #barlover fortnight #barloverfortnight #pixar onward #onward pixar #prompt list #event week #onward oc #onward si #oc #self insert #my edit

[tremendouslyzealousskeleton]

Day 25: Meal prep

Poor Barley he wanted to help and maybe also try getting a taste test of the food James was making.

#barloverfortnight #james ramirez #barley lightfoot #barley x oc #onward oc #onward

[mx-ishikawa]

so there’s a Barlover Fortnight event going on in the Onward fandom, and though it started Sunday I’m only just now getting around to it XD better late than never! today's prompt was "picnic", and while we don't know how much Barley eats in one go, werewolves have HUGE appetites and love digging into food~ XD

#posting them here bc the event is pretty OC/self-insert centric :0 #my art #barloverfortnight #self ship #onward #self shipping #barley lightfoot #self shipping community #onwardsona #picnic #even the twink werewolves like me need to eat a lot XD"

[koppasgirl]

DAY19:QUESTS OF YORE FUN

There was nothing more that these 2 lovebirds loved doing than going on grand and glorious quests . See Rebby wasnt your average princessie type she was more the rebel who spoke for the animals and preferred to dress up as the beautiful brave warrior of the forest.. see barley loved that about her that she was diffrient than other girls he's met but at the same time she had the same sense of adventure and love for quests and magic as he had 🥰🥰😍😍

#barley lightfoot #onwards #pixar #art #barloverfortnight #barebby #self ship

[transmascjfk]

day 1!!!

#barloverfortnight #barley lightfoot #eldrin #oc #oc x canon #my art #onward #what even is my artstyle anymore

[newsiegirlscout]

Bar-Lover’s Fortnight: Thanksgiving Dinner, let’s goooo!!! 

Once again, this features the highlight of platonic love and nothing else; today, it features. Relentless storge. Everyone loves Barley, including the person reading this! 

Cheers to @thederpyhipster for hosting the event!

Barley stopped abruptly, dusting the flour from his hands on his apron. 

“Absolutely not.” he said. 

“Please, boys…” Laurel pleaded with a small, sad, smile, “I know you three haven’t had the best history, and I won’t say this will end all of that, but...it would be a nice start.” 

“It’s not...it’s not that.” Ian interjected quietly, resting his spoon on top of the salad bowl, “Mom, Thanketh-Giving’s always been about family….Lightfoot family. Maybe one day, Colt can be a part of that, but, you know…” he shook his hand waveringly side-to-side, “He’s got his own thing. Besides, we’re not….not really supposed to have people over, y’know?” 

“Ian…” she sighed, “He spent most of lockdown with us. If he’s not family now, I don’t know when he will be; I won’t ask you to take him in, or be his best friends, but please, would you be willing to try your best?”

The younger Lightfoot brother sighed deeply, but nodded. Barley, on the other hand, glared down at the kitchen counter. 

“Fine.” he said finally, softly, “Tell him not to ticket GWNIVR2”. 

Ian returned to seasoning the salad, failing to suppress his snorts of laughter. “Tshh--that’s a hard reflex for him.” 

“Right?” the older countered, rolling another Lembas bun, “Parking violation: Ah don’t know, but knowin’ Barley, it’s somethin’.”

“Disturbing the peace, probably.” Ian joked, “Peace of mind, at least.”

Barley laughed. “Given how much he likes to talk, I’d expect a lonnng sentence.” 

“Nope, nope, nope.” Ian laughed, cuffing his brother on the shoulder, “That joke is too terrible, I’m locking you up right now.” 

As her sons bantered, Laurel slid the phoenix into the oven and reached for her cell phone. 

--The boys said yes...they won’t say it, but I think they’d love to see you

The “typing” signal looped, in short constants followed by long silences, as if the recipient were starting over or thinking about what to say, before the response chimed. 

~~Don’t tell them under oath of silence, but I’d be glad to see them too. 

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Though it wasn’t the first time either of the brothers Lightfoot had seen their mom’s fiance in a suit, it still registered as a mild shock every time. 

What was really new, however, was the gentle expression of sincerity he wore as he presented the baked confection in both hands, looking almost….shy, somehow. 

“Saluta’tions.” he greeted, still as boisterous as ever, “Ah wasn’t sure if any of you’d ever tried it before, so this ‘ere’s honeysuckle-lavender pie--” 

“Traditional centaur dessert.” Barley finished, a smile lighting up his face, “The notorious favorite of Trophonius.” It was subtle, but Ian noticed his brother’s smile was fake in just the tiniest detail, but...it was nothing. He’d live. 

“Ee-yup.” Colt said proudly. “Oh, an’ Barley, Manticore sent these…” he turned, displaying the weighted saddlebags on his sides as he started withdrawing covered dishes, “Said she wanted to thank you for helping out at the restaurant.” 

Ian’s eyes widened as he looked at the dishes. “What? Dude!” 

Barley chuckled, but something about it was disheartened. “Yeah, moved a few orders when she was short-staffed. Something to do, I guess.”

“Barley, man, she must have loved you--what is this, a hero’s feast?” 

Laurel chose that moment to walk in, intending to greet her fiance and instead being frozen in her path seeing the pies. After a second or two of silence, she looked at her son, then to the desserts again. The eldest flushed a light shade of lavender, then stacked the cheerfully-labeled dishes in the refrigerator. 

“Well, tell her I said thanks.” he said conversationally, “Never too much pie, so….nice to get an appreciation like that. Ian, y’wanna see if we can’t find the old game board?” 

“Oh! Ah, sure!” he said, and just like that, the boys were gone. 

Laurel wrung out her teatowel over the sink, made a start towards cleaning the counters. 

“No magic in the house!” she called after them, but softer,  towards Colt, “Barley found Quests of Yore when he was eleven--Ian didn’t quite understand it, but he wanted to play with his big brother and Barley was more than willing to try and teach him. He didn’t quite pick up on stats, but he liked the story, so they made up a game where they could follow a campaign and act however they wanted...still have some of the old characters they drew somewhere.” 

Colt moved beside her, made a start on washing the pans in the sink. “Mm-hmm?” 

“Yeah.” she said softly, almost nostalgically, “They didn’t get to play as often since Bar started high school, but they always play it on Thanketh-Giving and Yuletide. I remember….there was one guy, a rogue with a...I wanna say it was stealth bonus, but if he rolled too high, the opponent would forget they were there.”  

“Did you ever play?” 

“Once or twice. They never forgot a character, so Mom-adriel is still running Dragon Bento somewhere.” 

The centaur washed the dishes in silence.

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“Barley, dude, what’s your deal?” Ian asked quietly as they rummaged through the chest for the since-discarded Quests of Yore figurines. 

The elder stopped, tugged off his beanie and ran his fingers through his hair. 

“Lots of things, alright, Ian?”

“No, with Colt, I mean….I know, it’s weird, but..he’s not that bad a guy.” 

“Ian, I could win a Nobel Peace prize right now and he’d still think I’m a lost cause. He told me when I was fourteen that I’d end up exiled.” 

“Hmm.” Ian sighed, disappointedly, “Well, he’s...he’s trying to be cool. Plus, we crushed his car under a landslide that one time, so….” 

“So we’ll be ‘cool’ to him, but we’re just not ending up buddies--not unless he wants to come up here, himself, and make an effort. No matter how the mead flows, it’s never enough to forget.” 

The sound of footsteps--no, hoofsteps--thumped on the stairs, and Barley could hardly say he was surprised to open the door to Colt Bronco. 

But softly, sincerely, he bowed as well as a centaur could to the boys. 

“Do you have room for one more in your game?” he asked. 

The elder Lightfoot cocked an eyebrow; Ian silently pleaded with his brother, widening his eyes and raising his head. 

“Tally-ho, good sir! There is always room for one more on a campaign!” Barley announced, leading him in, “Take your place at the table, Sir Iandore will teach you our ways!” 

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Colt was bad. Really bad. 

The path was endless, with no exit to be seen; after walking in loops for a minute or so, Ian cast the Flying Skull cantrip, allowing a flying skull illusion to go wherever he directed it and see through its eyes. Each one, successfully, found the exit, yet the same was not to be seen as the players approached it. 

Colt left a silver coin every league; the exit was not to be seen. 

All the rope gained from the previous battle was led out to see if the ends formed a loop; they did not. 

Ian sighed deeply. 

“I’m casting mage hand to carry Colt wherever the flying skulls are going.” 

The centaur protested, but upon successful roll, he soon realized what his fiance’s son had thirty minutes ago: 

The solution to the maze was only visible upon not touching the floor.

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“The Gelatinous Cube approaches!”

“.....I attack.”

Barley winced. 

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“The dragon lies ahead, keeping watch over their horde. Behind them, you see the Princess Unattainabelle’s sword bolting the door behind them; the princess herself is nowhere in sight. They have yet to spot you; what do you do?” 

Colt tossed the dice in his hands, weighing the options. “Ian?” 

Ian shrugged. “A….a non-violent approach, maybe?”

“We roll to seduce the dragon.” 

The younger elf’s eyes widened, but Barley chuckled. “Sure! Roll away, good sir!” 

The clock ticked. 

The air was still. 

The dice rolled. 

Nat forty-six.

The elder Lightfoot’s eyes widened the same, until finally, he spoke. 

“The dragon falls forever in love with Denryx the Second; they return to their form as the lost satyr princess, and their horde and kingdom is willingly bequeathed to you.” 

“Well, lookit that.” Colt said with a self-satisfied knicker of laughter, “We won!” 

Just then, the scent of richly-flavored smoke reached them; Ian’s cheers ended abruptly with a laugh as he reached the door. “C’mon!!”

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The roast phoenix’s flames blazed, then subsided in a waltz of luminescence; the bird itself was beautifully cooked. The fire extinguisher came to rest on the table, unused; Blazey scrambled up Colt’s barrel before he nabbed her in one hand and shook his head, relenting regardless to pet her head. 

Lightfoot tidings were less spoken aloud than internally, but voiced all the same; by fate or fair fortune, anyone looking upon the scene would have seen the glow of contentment on Laurel’s face, her thankfulness for her sons and fiance, her health, and most of all, her kitchen. (There had been a few scorch marks from less successful Thanketh-Givings past).

In the overtones of sincere love in Colt’s laugh, he was thankful more than anything for the same; for Lightfoot traditions past and present, and though he wouldn’t say it outright, for Ian and Barley and the shenanigans that had always been the talk of the station. 

For Ian, his thanks lay mostly in contentment with the way things were looking to be; for his mom continuing to be as supportive as ever, for a world that never lost its magic, and for a brother he’d always had. 

But for Barley? 

Everything.

For Thanketh-Givings past and fure, for the appreciation given by those who didn’t know how much it meant, for the way Colt was genuinely trying, for all magic and mayhem yet to come, and just....to the spirit of being. 

Barley Lightfoot didn’t know it, but at that moment, he was the happiest person in New Mushroomtown.

#barloverfortnight #onward #barley lightfoot #ian lightfoot #laurel lightfoot #colt bronco #happy thanksgiving to those who celebrate!! #I had far too much fun... #a bit slapdash as always but minor epiphany with the #lembas rolls-- #(cutscene where Colt has one thinking they're regular rolls and) #(the lightfoots are just silent as he casually butters a second)

[tamigira]

Barlover Fortnight Day- Fall Stroll 🍁

The story behind the drawing; There is an ancient bridge in New Mushroomton that people doesn’t use anymore because there are other paths and it is kinda hidden, Barley and Rita like to pass though it because it is peaceful and full of history, they usually like to imagine how lake dragons used to pass down it, all the brave knights who had to cross it for crusades and how despise being there for centuries it is still there like if nothing had happened, probably it has a little of magic, who knows?

#onward #pixar onward #barley lightfoot #barley onward #pixar #BarloverFortnight #rita rosebud #barley x oc #self insert #oc artwork #canon x oc

[mochibear16]

Day 2:Leaf pile

What could be better than being soaked in these beautiful autumn leaves.Barley and Granie played together and enjoyed romantic moments to create the most memorable moments of a date: 33

#barloverfortnight #onward pixar #onward barley #barley x oc

[zandiiangelspit]

Day 14: Gentle kisses

One of many kisses during the first snow fall of the year~ ♡

I have loved doing this little prompt list and it’s been the first one I’ve ever completed! Hopefully I’ll be able to complete more in the future~ 

#drawings #BarloverFortnight #onward au #onward pixar #barley lightfoot #Athena Lancelot #barthena #oc x canon #older!barley #older!athena

[thederpyhipster]

#Barlover Fortnight

Day 6: “Sharing Lattes”

POV: YOU share a latte with Barley!

remember we’re not even halfway through with the event! every entry gets a prize!

support me on Ko-Fi!

#barlover fortnight #barloverfortnight #onward #barley lightfoot #pixar onward #onward pixar #onward fanart #fanart #POV #lmao I hate uploading twice wtf mobile tumblr

[tremendouslyzealousskeleton]

Day ???: Tis the season.

Hey everyone I wanted to thank everyone so far for participating in the Barlover event,

As you all know from @thederpyhipster of the 2nd place prize which just as reminded is a handmade crocheted Barley plush but the mystery of 1st and 3rd will be revealed! 

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1st place prize is a Barley plush keychain charm from Japan (If it arrives in time to me if not luckily backup prize is a hardcopy of the Onward concept/artwork book.)

and 3rd place is a simple Barley keychain charm. 

I just wanna say thank you again for the artists and writers who joined in the event, it makes me happy to see all the creativity and love put into the pieces made thus far; Seeing everyone’s adorable ocs/self inserts just a wonderful treasure for me.

#barloverfortnight #barley lightfoot #onward #pixar onward #remember to donate to your local charities these upcoming winter seasons if you can #support black artists #support lgbt+ #black lives do matter #thank you all so much again love you all

[koppasgirl]

Barloverfortnight

Day27:cuddles

Rebby and Barley decided to go for a stroll down by the beach.. He loved going to the beach to watch the sunset with his beautiful girl by his side.. He just adored the human world.. her beautiful tropical island . Although it was autumn almost winter it was still warm ..

He threw Rebby on his back and she rapped her hands around his neck and held on tight .. feeling his soft hair against her cheek .. he turned his head to look at her with fire in their eyes .

He pulled her into his arms and started sharing a passionate kiss with her.. they fell to the ground with the moment of heat rushing through their bodies and started roughly making out that they didnt notice the waves splashing them .. they both giggled and continued to make out 💖🥰💖🥰💖🥰💖🥰💖🥰💖🥰💖 #barloverfortnight #onwards #barley ##barleylightfoot #barebby #obsessed ##selfship #cute #disney

#barley lightfoot #onwards #pixar #art #barloverfortnight #bareby #self ship #movies #barebby #barley x oc #cute art #couple #onward #disney #pixaredit

[newsiegirlscout]

The Bar-Lover’s Fortnight, you say? 

A romantic pairing with Barley, this does not deliver; however, I’d think brotherly love constitutes all the same! (That, and love of the author for both Barley Lightfoot and coffee)

@thederpyhipster, cheers for hosting the event!

The crisp autumn winds stirred golden and orange leaves beneath their boots; Ian shivered, pulling his arms deeper inside his worn sweatshirt. 

“Brrr….how long, exactly, until we get to this place?” Ian asked as his brother’s dramatic narrative came to a gradual end. Almost startled by the question, Barley chuckled boisterously, sticking his hands in his own sweatshirt pockets. 

“Dearest Iandore; one would think we’d learned by now that it’s never about the destination…”

Despite himself, Ian smiled. “It’s about the journey.” 

“Or shall we say, quest-ination?” Barley teased playfully. Ian laughed, swatting his brother on the shoulder. 

“We are not saying ‘quest-ination.’”

“Onward, brother! The quest-ination lies ahead!” 

“You have no idea where it is, do you?” 

Barley’s banter stopped; his tread slowed, but as Ian looked up, he saw his brother was not looking ahead, but up, hopefully, towards the merigold leaves and fluttering ribbons tied to the tree boughs. 

“Not a clue.” he said wistfully. “Don’t even know if it’s still there, but that place used to be known back in the day for just...being there when someone really needed it, y’know? Always felt like a home, even though it was half built on wishes….best coffee in New Mushroomtown.” 

“So, uh….” Ian asked quietly, “When did you find it? The first time, I mean.” 

The elder Lightfoot took a deep breath, exhaling in a long sigh. 

“You would have been six, maybe seven….Mom was working almost around the clock then, ‘course, so we had the place mostly to ourselves, y’remember that?” 

“N-wait, wait, yeah!” Ian stuttered, recognition lighting up his face, “You were a terrible babysitter--I mean, it was fun, but we got into so much trouble--” 

“Well, I was twelve, alright?” Barley snapped, apology softening his tone a moment later, “Neither of us had a say in that, but I didn’t always have the best judgement; you were always pretty low-maintenance, but this one night, you were asking me to look at some of your drawings; I had some homework, so I told you to pick a movie to watch instead while we waited for the pizza to arrive….ha, you picked Lost Treasure of Lunaris, and instead of getting anything done, we ended up watching the entire movie.” 

“Flash-forward to the next day: I’d slept a grand total of two hours, hadn’t studied, hadn’t gotten anything done. That teacher had hated me since the first day, and I swear, as soon as she docked me for the assignment, she announced a pop quiz, trying to mix something with something else to make somethingium phosphate.”

“Was that the--” Ian started.

“Ten points for Iandore!” Barley announced before his expression dropped, “That was absolutely the lab fire I started-stardust to ashes, I loved that jacket. Anyway, so, wasn’t, ha, looking forward to going back to you and Mom with that and the automatic F, soooo I took a little detour.” 

The younger brother walked on in silence for a moment or two, stopping in his tracks suddenly as his boots struck a loose stone, and he tripped, scraping his knee. Though he displayed no more than a wince, Barley hefted him onto his shoulders--protest not withstanding. 

“Hey!” Ian laughed, “No, Barley, put me down--”

“Blood is a risk of any noble quest!” the elder said, sounding much more like his usual self, “Tarry no further, we shall have to lose the foot or lose the man!” 

And there, in the clearing ahead, the small coffeeshop stood still; looking as though it had been there for thousands of years, even as the brothers would have sworn it wasn’t a moment before. A soft smile, like the sun warming the horizon, lit up Barley’s face; Ian rested his hands, smelled the coffee and earth and autumn winds and everything just felt really and truly alright. 

“Tally-ho, then, my good man?” Barley asked, hitching Ian’s legs a bit further up on his shoulders. 

“Tally-ho!” 

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As they entered, the satyr barista’s soft song carried through the leaves, came to a gentle end; she turned to face them with the expression of one who hadn’t seen a beloved friend in years, hooves clicking against the scuffed wooden floors. 

“Greetings, dear fellow travelers!” she said, curtsying softly, “Gwendolyn, pleased to see you.” 

Barley gave a formal bow. “Barley Lightfoot, if you please.”

“And...and Ian.” the younger chuckled softly. 

“What brings thee here?” she said, drumming her hands lightly on the counter. At this, Ian turned to his brother, a quarter-turn from walking out. 

“Barley”, he all but whispered, “This was a mistake, I need to go, I have no clue about coffee--”

“Hey, hey…” the elder reassured, “It’s alright, and you belong here as much as any hero of heart a-bold. Have you ever had a latte?” 

Ian shook his head. “Will you split it with me?” Then, with a soft smile beginning, “Take the first sip--”

“In case it’s poisoned?” his brother finished, a smile playing at his eyes. 

“How’s a large latte sound?” Gwendolyn chirped cheerfully, “...mmm….French vanilla?”

At this, Ian visibly warmed up to the idea. “Brown sugar and nutmeg?” 

Barley’s grin widened. “That sounds….really good.” 

She waved off Barley’s attempt to pay; though there might have been tables once, in another time and place, she directed them to the hearth rug, and the warmth had never been so inviting, had felt so good to their cold skin before. Ian retrieved his sketchbook from his bookbag, humming softly as his quill scratched the surface, bringing the pegasus to life on the page; Gwendolyn sang as the milk was steamed, the espresso poured. Together, it made a symphony that rivaled any orchestra, and Barley was content to simply lean back, to warm his hands by the fire. 

The barista’s trot towards them was almost a dance; the embers from the hearth were almost wishes. Ian nodded, so Barley took the first sip, and.

The way coffee smelled when you held it between your hands on a rainy day; the red-and-white teatowel you almost forgot, the click of checkers pieces across a board, that goofy laugh you could never forget, the molasses and cinnamon and flour that got everywhere and the cookies that followed, pine and rosemary, the most sincere and loving of waist-high hugs, and the same, years later, when he was almost as tall as you are….

“Not poisoned.” he said as he passed it to Ian with that same crooked hopeful smile. 

“Heh, you sure?” the younger said, but the starflare playing out in his eyes as he took the first sip confirmed the same, that just for a moment, things would be alright. 

The satyr was since gone; Barley unpinned one of his buttons, tossed it in his hand as he left it at the counter for her. A tip, of sorts.

The coffeeshop would come and go, perhaps, but there was one thing his brother hadn’t figured out yet--sure, it only showed up when you really needed a coffee, but beyond that? Those who entered, aware or not, always believed that things would get better. And when the fire was bright? 

It always did.

#barloverfortnight #onward #barley lightfoot #ian lightfoot #fairly slapdash as with many November writing challenges but it's about the SPIRIT #(and the sticker hehehe)