#bethan yaga

[herecomesthesol]

There's aaaaaaaa lot to explain here but just wanted to draw a few important guys from a little something I'm working on. A little OUAT AU technically >:))

Won't be elaborating any further other than this.

Anyway, hi guys I'd like you to meet the Major Arcana! 💖

See you around!

#solnight #my art #bethan yaga #Major Arcana

[naivesilver]

Hi hi guess who's back cause the asks are addicting? ☺️❤️ I was wondering aboutttt maybe, from &. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬., And if you'd like them could I ask forrrrrr ❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜ w/ Eliana and Beth if you wanted to take a shot 👀 OR ❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜ w/ anyone in the court or in general anyone with Pinocchio? 👀

Well I can TRY to do the girls justice?????????

Soft And Sweet Sentence Starters

"I’m not afraid of you."

"Beth," Eliana says, voice carefully steady. "Bethan. Look at me."

The creature that was Beth not long ago complies, but there is no goodwill in its gaze, none of the girl's usual, poorly hidden branching out for attention. Its dog-like muzzle looks almost hateful, actually, and it stares tensely at Eliana from behind all the flames and the smoke, as burning as they are.

But Eliana is not afraid. She knows her friend must be frightened out of her wits, inside this transformation Beth has tried so long to avoid, and she knows how it feels, too, to have that kind of violent power bursting out of your chest. She remembers how it felt, blinding sunlight overhead and throbbing ground underfoot, back when it was her turn.

So she holds her hand out, unflinching, and doesn't lower her eyes. "Come on. I'm not afraid of you. August is not afraid of you. Come back to us, Beth."

The seconds pass. The beast doesn't move, and as such, Eliana doesn't, either. She doesn't even look at her own outstretched arm, instead, utterly focused on the piercing eyes of Beth-that-isn't, uncaring of whether the distance between them closes or not.

Then, as distant as if it were a thousand miles away, she feels fur brush against her fingertips, the air scorching hot around them.

#solar-nightengale #ask meme #fanfic #oc: eliana #bethan yaga #hellhound beth is just a misunderstood puppo. to me

[solar-nightengale]

hi hello I am here with prompts! 💕 How about: ‘you scared me!’ or ‘there’s nothing to say!’ ? :)

Hiiii Libby 😏 💕 Heck yesssss thank you so much for this!!! I apologise for how long this got DFJTKHCLKSR But ahaha…. Had fun with the idea once it hit

Hope you enjoy a little, ah, Mother/Daughter time between Bethan and mother dearest, Nimue 👀

𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

prompt: ‘there’s nothing to say!’

CW: There’s some emotional manipulation going on here, so reader discretion is advised!!

The clock tower ticked silently, each minute passing with another added point to the dread Bethan was already feeling. The Mark of Charon was the last thing she had wanted to see tonight, yet fate continued to toy with her like the sick and twisted puppet that she was in its marionette play. She heard the hand tick into place, as another minute passed while she walked through the streets and her hands tensed in her pockets. She wanted to hit something damn it. If her helplessness could be personified, maybe she’d have punched it. She wanted to rid herself of it somehow, and the fact that she couldn’t do a damned thing to help anyone (I mean who could battle against the Mark of the Underworld for goodness sake. Who was she? A God?) but the fact that she had no weapon or tool to help-

“Damn it!!” she exclaimed, as she hit the wall she was walking by, her chest rising and falling heavily all the while. Her gaze burned.

Too much grief. So much… hurt. Gods above, when will they finally have peace at last?! Is the only way to earn it through death alone? Is that all that would be left for them? To enter the world’s under and find that better place?

A cold sensation suddenly fell over her where she stood. Her hands returned to her pockets, Bethan not looking up as she heard the footsteps approach. She knew who was approaching. The eerie feeling she felt the second they had appeared was more familiar than she would like to admit.

“You can take your leave now, Nimue. I have no intentions of commuting with you.” Bethan croaked out, her head still cast to the ground.

“Is it wrong that I wish to speak to you once more, my dear?” She heard her say back.

“You've lost that privilege a long time ago.” Beth murmured.

“Now that's just harsh,” Bitterness rose up like bile at her words, as Bethan straightened up and turned around at last.

Standing before her was an individual she hadn’t seen in a long time. Frankly she looked almost unrecognisable. Because despite certain similarities, the scaly skin notable for a dark one is enough to distinguish them. Bethan’s face remained unreadable even as Nimue took a step towards her.

Beth’s gaze narrowed. “If that's supposed to upset me then you've lost your touch, my dear,” she sneered.

Nimue’s smile morphed to something sickeningly sweet, Bethan finding herself squirming under her gaze.

“It’s harsh, because for someone that claims she treats other people differently your lack of sympathy is no different from those you think of as your friends. Look how quick they were to turn against your fairy, your best friends,” she pointed out.

“An’ you- an’ you’d blame them?!” Beth retorted, tensing under her gaze. “After the damage you caused through their souls and bodies?! Cause I sure can’t! Not after all the shit you had them do!”

“You wish to see the rest kill them then? Kill me? Is that what you want?” Nimue continued, her voice holding a sadness Beth wasn’t sure if it was true or not. And yet her own words and feelings died, giving way to fear once more as she turned away, glaring at the ground once more. “That wounds me. After all these years of making sure you stayed alive even after I was gone, and yet I cannot earn forgiveness or a second chance, Bethan? Isn't it cruel to grant them to others yet you can't give it to your own mother?”

“Mother!!” Beth’s laughter was shrill and unkind, as she looked up and took a step forward. “What kinda mother are you if the only way you’re gonna get through to me is whatever this method is?!

“Use your words and not your volume-”

“Stop telling me what to do, you have no right!” Bethan snapped as she took another step towards the dark one. “All your life you-you spent spreading nothing but your corrupted self across the land, leaving none bu’ harboured hate in your wake. I can barely even remember your face or if there were any kind word you spoke to me without intending to use it as a means of keeping me, your darling pawn, close.” She could feel the wound she still had on her side burn. The cruel irony of it doing so, given stood before her was the agonising reminder why she had it; who it was caused by. It was reckless perhaps to blame it all on the woman in front of her but Bethan was too angry to care.

Her life, her misery, her loneliness and fears were all born from her. Her inactions, her choices. The last of any love she might have had for Nimue had been simmering away, leaving none but apathy and disdain.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to shout, she wanted to let go and show just how much this all seared on the inside but the words couldn’t form. No matter how much she would like them to, she couldn’t speak even a syllable of them, as though they were only for her to hear.

She breathed in shakily as she took a step back. “When I said I wanted nothing more to do with you I fucking meant it, Nimue. Stay the hell away from me. And keep your ruddy hands off of my people.”

“Not like there will be much left of them soon enough, my dear.” Nimue hummed, making the other freeze.

Another tick on the clock tower sounded. Another reminder.

Stop reminding her. Stop reminding her that time was short, she should probably be with them and talking to them even if it were for the last ever time, and not wasting it with this-with this!!

Nimue huffed.

“What? Got nothing to say on the matter?”

“There’s nothing to say! There never was!” Bethan spat, glaring up at her and ignoring the resettling sting behind her eyes. “May-maybe fate has another plan the way it always bloody does for people like them! But the one thing it won’t change is that I'm through with you. For good.”

“Hm, pity.” she heard Nimue hum as she turned around and started walking off once more, swiping at the tears on her face. “And here I was going to give you a chance to say goodbye at least. But if this is your choice-” A subtle chill draped over Beth once more. “Tell your father I said hello.”

Shit!

She turned thrusting her hand out with a silent spell readied but not only was she unable to summon it, Nimue was faster. She grabbed her wrist, blue smoke engulfing the girl until even her wide eyes were shrouded by the dark haze.

The clock ticked above once more, a quiet chime sounding the half time for all to hear.

But the only one standing beneath it was Nimue.

#sol responds #ouat #bethan yaga

[solar-nightengale]

HELLO THERE 🎲 + 5 please 😏

HELLO HELLO!! 🥰 💕💕💕 Oh EXCELLENT Thank you so much again for these 🫶 These were a lot of fun to think about. The Wheel’s bias leaked into these as well (might try throwing in more characters and not just five to see if that won’t do better next time JHBKFHGLCTI) BUT! No further dwindling around!!

Send me 🎲 + a number and I will put ALL my OCs into a randomizer and choose the first OC after the number of randomizations to make something for

(Swapped them around on the post, cause continuity my beloved ❤️)

🎲 8 ROLLS

SKYRAH (Four songs from their playlist + why they’re there)

🎲 5 ROLLS

BETHAN (headshot)

40 OC questions

10. How open is your oc to trying new things? Are they the adventurous sort, or would they rather stay in their comfort zone? Why?

15. What is your oc’s favourite time of day? Why is this? Do they have a daily practice during this time?

16. How often does your oc lie? Why is that? What was the biggest lie they’ve ever told?

🎲 8 - (SKYRAH)

Four songs from their playlist + why they’re there

1. Force of Nature - Miracle of Sound

Force of Nature was more leaning towards her desire and ability to tune in with nature itself. She is a wielder of the elements, and resonates with them more than anything. Shunned by society she leans to the comforts the earth itself grants her instead.

2. Diana, Scorn of the Moon - League of Legends

A lot of the songs on her playlist they were mostly put there for the vibes especially! And this one’s no different, bringing in a more sinister nature rather than any specific meaning!

3. Bullet with Butterfly Wings - Tommee Profitt

The vibes™ once more JKHRTVJLGC I cannot remember most of the reasons why I put a lot of the songs on there as it’s been…. 2-3 years since I worked with her character sadly, but if I were to give it meaning now, it was about the way Skyrah viewed the world as a whole. Cruel and unjust, selfish, only secretly seeking out its own desires.

4. Sweet Hibiscus Tea - Penelope Scott

This was more a song I found bemusing when thinking about her past, an individual that’s of little control of what she was doing at the time, not concentrated and also her magic kinda just leaving destruction in her wake. A very big "Woopsie!" In her mind.

🎲 5 - (BETHAN)

10. How open is your oc to trying new things? Are they the adventurous sort, or would they rather stay in their comfort zone? Why?

Hesitant. As much as she loves the idea of trying new things out, actually jumping forward and doing so is very intimidating to her, and it may take a while for her to actually jump forward and advance in such a thing. She is a woman of habit. I wouldn’t say she’s a woman of tradition cause she has no definite tradition, but she is someone that if accustomed to some specific habit it’s not something she’d be easily breaking out of. Enough nudges in the direction though she will try however.

15. What is your oc’s favourite time of day? Why is this? Do they have a daily practice during this time?

Bethan doesn’t have a specific favourite time of day. Despite her pessimism towards a lot of things out there, she can find some sort of nice thing about every moment of time during the day, even if her reasonings aren’t the ones you’d think they would be. Morning - Start of the day, means she now has time to get things done in the light of day Midday/Afternoon - The sun is up and at its warmest then. (this can be either good or bad really LOL) Evening - Maybe she could spare a moment for tea? And be able to see the way the sun sets as well she supposes Night - Counting the stars time… 

16. How often does your oc lie? Why is that? What was the biggest lie they’ve ever told?

Oh this. This is funny DFJKHTC Cause despite who her best friend is, Beth straight up is a horrible horrible liar. She can’t lie to save her life. So she doesn’t. She tries but it’s not something that really works in her favour. The closest she can get to a “lie” is straight up avoiding any and all talks of whatever it is that may be on her mind. And even that doesn’t exactly count as a lie that’s just avoiding responsibility and the likes. If she tries to lie it’s pretty evident that she’s doing so, not to mention they’re pretty obvious. Excuse the deprecation but literally the biggest lie she could have ever said is “she’s fine”, even if clearly she wasn’t, and refusing to return to the subject if anyone thought or tried to bring it back up again.

#lizardthelizard #sol responds #bethan yaga #skyrah maddox

[solar-nightengale]

Don't feel any pressure to do this on any set time BUT 🎲 + 13 please 💕

HELLO!! 🥰 💕💕💕 I decided to compile the questions all into one, I hope that’s okay!!! 💖

Also I made a mistake and was rolling last night using my last braincells so I forgot that maybe it’d be good to screenshot the results and not just.. note them down JDFKGL BUT these were fun to do and figure out regardless, though I’ll say the Wheel had a very funny bias 😂 ANYHOW!!!

Send me 🎲 + a number and I will put ALL my OCs into a randomizer and choose the first OC after the number of randomizations to make something for.

🎲 13 ROLLS

SKYRAH (headshot)

🎲 7 ROLLS

SKYRAH (Little facts)

🎲 9 ROLLS

BETHAN (Four songs from their playlist + why they’re there)

🎲 13 - (SKYRAH)

🎲 7 - (SKYRAH)

A Little something about the character

SKYRAH is an OC made in the Merlin fandom. She’s a witch that struggled to control her magic due to the environment she previously grew up in being volatile towards the idea of anyone having it. Her lack of control is however what ends up aiding in her escape. She’s begrudging and not above seeking revenge against those that have wronged her, though she's not one to act out recklessly. Her methods are precise and thought out. She plays the role of an antagonist for a good while because of it given her standing in the story and who she's up against.

🎲 9 - (BETHAN)

Four songs from their playlist + why they’re there

1. Child of the Stars - Fish in a Birdcage

I picked the song out last summer, though I can’t remember why I put it there back then. Nowadays though it fits right with one of the bigger dynamics she has with someone else, Zarina (her fairy godmother). She is a “Child of the stars”, a child raised by a fairy. And a lot of the empowerment from the lyrics, is something she probably could have heard from her during the time she had lived with her.

2. The Saints I - Dirt Poor Robins

Simple: Longing. Beth is a character that longs to step out of the shadows she had existed in and find a better place. She longs to not feel alone (keyword is “feel” here), and find her sense of belonging in the world and amongst others. To "be among their numbers". To be seen for who she is rather than the idea of what people had of her.

3. I will Prevail - Kate Shindle (from Wonderland)

The only thing I can really say about this choice is… The Vibes™. It was about the vibes… I really don’t have any other grand reason for it being there, but when first modelling her character it just felt so right for it being there! Haven’t let it go as anything but a Beth song since even if the lyrics just aren’t 100% correct.

4. Grace Kelly - Mika

A song that talks of looking for your identity. What else can I say BHSDJFBHKRJ “I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky. I could be hurtful, I could be purple I could be anything you like.” is just taking from the chorus but a lot of what Beth’s character is about it’s about her trying to find that “self”. Both inside of herself, but at first it was finding it in others. (“I tried to be like Grace Kelly, But all her looks were too sad. So I tried a little Freddie, I've gone identity mad”) She’d try modelling herself after those she looks up to or cares about with varied results.

#naivesilver #sol responds #bethan yaga #skyrah maddox #ouat oc #BBC Merlin oc

[solar-nightengale]

HELLO THERE how about: ♡ "it's okay, just breathe" or ♡ "why are you helping a monster?" or ♡ "can I leave now?" from the prompt list (for whatever characters take your fancy, but maybe something with beth if you like?) :)

HELLO!!!!

Omg you’re just up and feeding me the good stuff tonight, huh?? I’ve been sitting here since this ask came in trying to pick ONE like you can’t just drop angst on me and expect me to not want all of them JDHFKTHLUYDTVJHRKLOIRYTVDTRVYKJLTRVY Thank you though oh man <3333

Let’s see how this’ll turn out!!

Prompt List

Hurt/Comfort prompt: ♡ "it's okay, just breathe"

CW: Slight mention of a panic attack. Nothing heavy in terms of mention but it’s there.

August woke up with a start, chest heaving as he forced himself to take deep breaths. For a moment he couldn’t figure out quite where he was, the dark of the room still a haze as his eyes worked to adjust. No, no, right now he was still falling through the ocean, the lack of oxygen beneath the surface making it harder and harder to breathe.

“Hey, whoa, hey. August-” he flinched, the moment a hand landed on his shoulder, forgetting the other individual in the room.

“August, it’s okay.” she continued to hush, even as he closed his eyes, taking another deep breath. God, were his hands shaking?

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” Beth continued to assure, her voice as soft as ever in the suffocating darkness. A quiet relief right now, as he felt the gentle touch of her hands on his, which continued to grip at the covers.

“It’s okay, just breathe.”

August huffed, swallowing thickly. “I am breathing. Can’t y-can’t you see?” he joked dryly.

“Not calmly enough.” she retorted, as she released one of his hands from the prison he was holding the covers in. “Here.” she placed his hand against her chest, as she took exaggerated breaths inwards and out. “Match mine.”

“Hey… that’s my tactic,” he murmured, but did as he was told.

“Well, what can I say?” Beth muttered, “I learnt well from our better half.”

In and out… in and out… they sat like that for a while longer as he breathed in and out, the sudden panic after that particular nightmare ebbing away.

“Thanks…” he breathed out, slouching as he let his hand drop back down into his lap, hanging his own head as thoughts whirled around. He noted the sinking feeling he felt as Beth turned the lamp on next to the bedside. The feeling continued to rise, especially on seeing the tired look on his friend’s face as she sat, cross-legged, in front of him and holding her hands out in front of him. A silent invitation, one he gladly took as he settled his face on the crook of her shoulder.

Guilt. Oh, yes, he knew the feeling too well to deny it. And the distant chime of the clock tower in the distance, sounding its 3am song, did little to help with the feeling.

“I’m-”

“Don’t you dare even think of starting in that direction, Pidge.” Beth pulled him back and glared up at him, August clamping his mouth shut. “Don’t even think about apologising for that you’ve nothin’ to be sorry for, alright?”

The man sat silently smacking his lips together as he glanced down at the bed-sheets, only pointing his gaze back at Beth with a quiet. “...Sorry.”

Beth sighed, pinching the bridge between her eyes. He knew her well enough to know she wasn’t truly upset or anything. Exasperated? Sure. And it was something that brought a quiet smile to his face to see.

“Feel any better though?” she asked more quietly now. He could only offer her a shrug.

“S’ppose so.”

Further silence…

… “Do you… want to talk about it?”

The question had him shuffling along the covers, hiding the way any thought of discussing this had him stiffening. While he trusted Beth, the desire to talk to anyone about shit like this wasn’t something he was really open to trying. Not yet… not right now.

“Honestly, I'd much rather forget it.” he sighed, Beth nodding silently.

“Umm… think you can sleep again or…” August silently shook his head, Beth rapidly nodding her’s. “Okay. That’s fine! That’s okay. We could… we could— talk about other things or-or read or…” she shrugged, “Yeah. Anything you wanna do to help with umm…”

He frowned. “And what about work tomorrow?”

“You’re my priority first and foremost, alright?” she huffed, as she shuffled to his side once more. “Fuck work for the night, I’ll handle tomorrow how I’ll handle it.”

“Beth-”

“I’m serious.”

August’s shoulders sagged. By the gods he knew she was relentless, the woman’s stubbornness knowing no bounds. The chances of winning this fight, at this hour, and like so was… pretty minimal.

“Alright.” he sighed, lolling his head lazily to her side, “Heard anything interesting today? Before we see if there are any new stories in the local paper.”

Beth scoffed, “Oh I’m sure the dead newspaper’s got plenty to offer right now, when their current clown got fired,” August huffed at her comment, “bu’... Emma mentioned some interesting clients that came in today. If you wanted to hear about those?”

“Well…” he exhaled as he settled down, “I say we have plenty of time so by all means.”

#bethan yaga #august booth #sol responds #my writing

[solar-nightengale]

I'm making it more complicated than it needs to be bc I can't fucking copy paste but THIS FOR BETH MY GIRL BETH

(Looking at the """""medieval setting""""" very pointedly)

DJCKTHKJR HI SERENA!! You’re so totally fine but man okay okay what a question!! First thanks for sending this this was a lot of fun to think about in regards to my dear little Bethling <3333

And also I’m sorry in advance if none of this makes sense or sounds weird NDSMHRTJKCRU

How to  get to know your characters better?

Question: will your oc survive in a fantasy setting, a war setting, a dystopian setting, a futuristic setting, a medieval setting? will ur oc survive after getting stranded on an island, or a forest?

In the world she does live in, overall Beth’s survival instincts were and still are fairly high, though she wouldn’t have hung around active polite society too much, usually sticking to the shadows of towns rather than working with other individuals, and obtaining her own resources. A lot of the time she’d have spent her time scavenging for foods and scraps and finding stables to sleep in if not hunting for her own foods. So fortunately here she’s like a little cockroach that refuses to die so you’re stuck with her <3

if we were to look at it more realistically, however, two things come into play:

A) It entirely depends on which rendition. If we’re talking about her still as a child she probably shouldn’t have survived JSDRHKCT especially not without adult guidance. As an adult though she has a much higher chance

However in both cases there is also a 70% capability of her reaching the No instead anyway. Despite her luck, unfortunately Beth is very susceptible, both as a kid and adult, to catching anything. Her immune system is a problem and she suffers often. Winter is her nightmare month and she’s always at risk of getting a cold at least. And that’s not taking into account the livelihood she would have had in a setting like mediaeval!

#sol responds #bethan yaga

[herecomesthesol]

No reason for me to struggle Just be there when I wake up You're my medicine for melancholy

- Medicine for Melancholy - Rivers Cuomo

Characters included:

August - (OUAT) Eliana - @naivesilver Lampwick - @lizardthelizard Bethan - @solar-nightengale

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#solnight #lampwickcore #oc: eliana #oc: bethan-yaga #august booth #my art #Love these fools so freaking MUCH!! #Just them in some sunset lighting all comfy and cosy