#fanfic scene

[strawbubbysugar]

Another scene from my soulmate au fic So(u)l! AaaAA I can’t wait to upload it I’m so excited !!

#fnaf #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #au #superstar daycare #my art #WELCOME TO THE WORLD SUN GMORNING WELCOME TO SENTIENCE #fanfic scene #so(u)l #so(u)l art

[manlvrr]

Scenes from my fic Searching For a New Home, Discovering a New Word with Cooper and Branch traveling where no Pop troll has ever traveled before !!

#branch #branch trolls #fanfic #trolls #cooper trolls #fanfic scene #fanfic art #my art

[striderincosmos]

WIP Whenever

As tagged by @swaps55, and inviting any who wish to participate! (I'm not exactly linked to many writers on here just yet)

Here's a sneak peak (a nice, long one) between Nathaniel 'Nate' Shepard and Garrus on their way to Feros in Spectre Echoes: Memories and Portents!

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The crew area was a rather bustling place at the moment, what with the new additions to the crew. It made Garrus stand out even more at the table, dressed in a shirt and pants that accommodated the slight crest of his upper back.

Nate took a seat next to him, a human beer in one hand and a turian brew from a case he’d had assigned to the Normandy’s cold storage in the other. “Evening, Garrus,” he said casually, offering the brew. “How are you holding up?”

“Rather well, honestly,” Garrus said as he took his drink, opening it and taking a sip. “This sort of environment is easy for me, no matter the species. I might have decided to go to C-Sec over joining the reserves in a decade or so, but you can’t beat out nearly a decade of military training.”

“What made you go into C-Sec in the first place?” Nate asked.

“It was the family business,” Garrus shrugged. “My father had been C-Sec before getting pulled out from the Reserves for Relay-314, and his father before him had done the same thing. Still don’t know why the old man went into politics, though. Even C-Sec is simpler than that.”

Nate shrugged. “I try to avoid politics. When you have a camera pointed at you more often than not…”

“I can see how that’d be the case,” Garrus said, pausing for long moments. “So, I’ve got a question for you about Saren.”

“Funny enough, I’ve actually got one for you, too,” Nate said. “You first.”

“Are you really planning on trying to arrest Saren and drag him in front of the Council after what he’s done?”

Nate ruminated on the query with a pull of beer. “It’d be what the Council wants done, most likely. Saren’s dangerous, but if we can subdue him, he needs to face due process.”

Garrus’s mandibles drooped slightly, the action looking almost like a grimace. Or a sneer. “There’s a lot of risk to that too, though. He isn’t the best Spectre the Council has for nothing. He could probably find half a dozen different ways to escape during transit to the Citadel, let alone what he could do if he was on it.”

“We know he’s the most dangerous person in the galaxy,” Nate said assuringly. “If there’s anyone who can guard him, it’s going to be all of us and the krogan along for the ride.”

“That wouldn’t stop the Council from offering clemency, or just finding some way to sweep this under the rug,” Garrus retorted. “But taking him in is the way it’s done by the book, isn’t it? ‘Do it right, or don’t do it at all’.”

Nate frowned slightly at the rather bitter invective. “And who said that?”

“Lucrius Vakarian,” Garrus said, washing the name back down with a pull of his brew. “Among the most renowned detectives on the Citadel. Spirits know he said to me more times than I can count.”

“Not a regulations guy, then?” 

Garrus sighed quietly. “I get why they’re there. I get that they’re useful. My father and C-Sec drilled that into me well enough. But sometimes, in order to resolve a situation permanently, completely, the regs, and the people who enforce them, can make it so that a solution becomes a stopgap. People get away. Innocents get taken advantage of or hurt when they don’t need to.”

Garrus was silent for a moment. “Take Doctor Saleon.”

“Who’s that?”

“He was — probably is still — one of the leading figures of the Citadel’s black markets. Specifically in grown organs. Real mean bastard. In a place where a krogan who’s well-connected enough could drop 40,000 credits for a full quad transplant to try and counteract the genophage, Saleon was a unique brand of fucked up.” 

“See, there was an increase in organ trade, well beyond what we expected. We managed to confiscate some, and do some genetic tests. It was a bit of a mess, but it led us to a very lively turian who was very insistent that he was not, in fact, missing his liver. We ran a background check, and saw he worked for the aforementioned doctor.”

“What did you do next?” Nate asked.

“We brought him and some of Saleon’s other former employees in for questioning. While I was interviewing one of them, I noticed something suspicious. One of the detainees, a human, started bleeding from his abdomen during questioning. Pretty badly, too. We offered to patch him up, and he got panicky.”

Garrus paused, was silent for long moments. “We found dozens of incision scars on him. Some of them fresh, like the one that gave him away. Others much older. That’s when we realized this sick bastard Saleon wasn’t just employing people. He was testing on them. Growing the organs right inside of them, then cutting them open, harvesting them, and selling them off. Most of the test subjects were poor, desperate. They only got a small cut of the profits from any sale, and only if the organs were viable. If they weren’t, he just… left them inside them.”

The beer wasn’t very appealing to Nate anymore, and he set it on the table at arm’s length. “What happened then?” he ventured. 

“We went out to go and put the cuffs on this guy. But he rigged his lab to blow, ran as soon as his mules started getting pulled in by C-Sec. Took some of his ‘employees’ with him to the nearest spacedock. By the time we found where he was, the ship he stole was already leaving. He threatened to kill who were now his hostages if anyone tried to stop him.”

“And he got away?” Nate said incredulously.

Garrus nodded. “I ordered Citadel defenses to intercept and fire on him, but C-Sec HQ countermanded my order. They were worried about the hostages. Worried about civilian casualties for how close he still was to the city arms. I told them the hostages were already the next best thing to dead, that this was just the cold, hard calculus of stopping a criminal like this now and for good. But they wouldn’t listen.”

Nate sighed. “Sounds like a recipe for hating where you work.”

“To put it mildly.” Garrus chuckled darkly. “I went to Executor Pallin, the man in charge of C-Sec, and told him what I thought about the situation and the policies that made it happen. He told me if I didn’t like it, then I could quit. To be honest, I almost did, just to spite them.”

“As tough a choice as it is, the lives of the hostages were as important as catching Doctor Saleon,” Nate said pointedly. “If we didn’t care about the lives of those threatened by the people we want to bring to justice, how different are we from them?”

It was silent between them for a moment before Garrus sighed quietly. “You know, I can see where you’re coming from. I just wish we could have stopped Saleon as well.”

Again it was silent. “So,” Garrus said after a moment, “what was your question?”

“You’ve got a personal stake in this,” Nate began. “I won’t begrudge that, and I won’t discount that we might need to kill Saren to stop him. But if we do manage to capture him… can I count on you to let justice play out?”

Garrus was silent for long, contemplative moments. “As much as it might grate at me…” he finally said. “I’ll trust your judgment. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, Shepard. However the stellar wind blows, I’ll follow your lead.”

Nate nodded. “I’m glad you have my back, Garrus.”

“I mean hey,” Garrus said, his mandibles implying a slight grin, “I get to learn what a Spectre looks like from you. Thus far, I’d say I’ve got a pretty good mentor.”

#WIP Whenever #mass effect #fanfic scene

[kazisstillawake]

🐍 The Runemaster - Tomarry ⚡️

Excerpt

Harry left with a lot on his mind. His mess was far from over, but it felt like he was finally making some headway.

He turned the corner and slammed into someone. His bag slipped off his shoulder, and all his books, parchment, quills, and ink bottles slid across the floor.

‘Sorry,’ he said on reflex, crouching to grab his stuff.

‘No, my fault.’

Harry’s blood ran cold, and his scar flared. He kept his eyes down as he scooped his books back into his bag. He discreetly flattened his hair over his scar. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Riddle crouch and help.

‘It’s alright,’ said Harry, hoping to stop him.

Riddle ignored his words, and Harry tried not to rush too much. You’re nobody; you’re one of many, thought Harry, the words a circling mantra.

He shoved the last book into his bag and looked around for the rest. His eyes settled on the last few that Riddle held out. Before Harry could take them, Riddle changed his mind and disregarded his hand. He shoved them into his bag and zipped it up for him. Harry tried not to wince. Bit much.

‘Thank you.’

‘No problem.’ They stood up. ‘How has your first week at Hogwarts been?’

‘Great, thank you.’ Harry adjusted his bag strap.

Riddle’s voice was smooth, and he spoke softly. He was probably smiling too, but Harry couldn’t bring himself to look further than the top of his tie. Neville once said that avoiding people’s eyes made you less memorable. Harry didn’t know if that was true, but it was worth a shot.

‘If you need anything, you can come to me.’

He spoke benevolently to Harry like he was a disoriented first-year. And not for the first time, Harry wondered how Voldemort was so beloved by professors and students. He was older than him; it was beyond insulting.

‘Thank you.’ It was all he could squeeze out. He felt like a broken record.

‘I’m sorry to hear about your cat.’

That cat. That damn cat.

‘He was old but thank you.’

Harry’s dead responses got the desired effect. He glanced up. There was nothing beyond the disarming smile on Riddle’s face. He had seen that smile before in the diary, and did it always look that manufactured? It was so infectious in his second year. Perspective did wonders.

#extract #harry potter #ao3 fanfic #tomarry #tomarry fanfic #fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter x tom riddle #harry potter/tom riddle #the runemaster #tomarrymort #tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #fanfic excerpt #exerpt #fanfic extract #scene #fanfic scene #ao3 #ao3 link #fanfic #slytherin harry potter #harry james potter #tomarry fanfiction #harrypotter #tomarry excerpt #voldemort #lord voldemort #tmrhp #trm

[lifewithparanormal]

No I'm not gonna post all my fanfic-related drawings as their own, but I felt that it was worth it to post my two drawings of @beatleswings 's vision about Navarro's parents as their own post, also because I never showed the first one in colors until right now.

First is a family-frame-like shot. I improvised kid Navarro's design. Background is a garage-door of Navarros repairs. This was my first time so I experimented my new colors, needless to say I like the second one better because it fits more with the models.

Second drawing is the parents (9 years after the first drawing) discussing Willard and Navarro together. Gaby's personnal headcanons is that while they tolerated Willard, they didn't really understand why Navarro accepted a friend like him back then, and it kinda worries them. So I went with that + Chibi Willard ftw

Anyway, thanks again for letting me use these ''ocs'' :D

#phantom investigators #fanfic scene #fanart #handdrawing #felix navarro #ulises navarro #tatiana navarro #ocs #original characters #friend's ocs #navarro's parents #willard plowright

[chipmunkweirdo]

(2015 munks and 80s munks crossover chapter start?)

DAVE: Why is there a swirling vortex where our closet door used to be?

ALVIN: Ask Simon.

DAVE: I’m asking you.

ALVIN: And I had nothing to do with it. It was all Simon.

THEODORE: You’re the one who gave him the idea to make a vortex.

ALVIN: So? I didn’t think he’d actually do it.

THEODORE: But it’s your fault. He wouldn’t have had the idea on his own.

ALVIN: Theo, shush!

DAVE: Alvinnn!

ALVIN: (rolls his eyes.) Every time.

SIMON: (pops out of the vortex) Guys, you’ll never believe what I just foun….(sees Dave) Oh….(awkwardly) hello, Dave.

DAVE: We need to set some ground rules on all this science stuff, fellas.

SIMON: Totally agree. As soon as I finish researching this new dimension.

THEODORE: He means NOW, Simon.

(Simon vanishes back into the vortex)

THEODORE: I don’t think he heard me.

DAVE: What other father has to put up with this?

ALVIN: (pats his shoulder) Face it. You’re fightin’ a losing battle, big guy.

#alvin seville #simon seville #theodore seville #dave seville #alvin and the chipmunks #alvinnn!!! and the chipmunks #fanfic scene #aatc #fanfic #journey to excelsior #80s munks crossover #dimensions #alternate universe #preview #dialogue

[sofiiel]

"You really had to ruin the meaning of R&R didn't you?" - Eddie

Location: Loxion Corp's subterranean R&R (receiving and release) facility.

Context: Rescue mission, currently caught in the act, reaction to found evidence. Myrtle is wearing what amounts to Loxion's version of Brenner's collars. Amy is processing what the evidence means about the life her deceased sister had.

Fic scene for future chapters. Mostly for my wattpad account for now because it's further along.

#fic edit #fic: there & back again - eddie munson x oc #sofiiels edits #oc: myrtle mckinney #oc: pete angel #oc: amy smith #fake scene #fanfic scene #the facility has the whole “it's people” vibes

[darklight-phantasm]

Making the humanized bug sad in fics is such a fun passtime (it keeps me up at night)

#skylanders #high five #skylanders high five #human!high five #humanization #humanized #fanart #digital art #fanfic scene #it was between this and his reunion with Blades but that scenario was too complicated to draw #implied angst is delicious

[unikittybigbrightworldau]

“Out there, there’s this thing I know about that can right this huge wrong in your life. Something that’ll ease all of your woes and worries in no time flat. I’m talking about something… that can bring her back.”

Never at any time in his life had Germafrost seen a melted person be refrozen back to normal, but just because he’d never witnessed it didn’t mean it wasn’t at all possible. Still, an object with that kind of power sounded like something he’d see only on the heavily dramatized shows Neapolitan sometimes watched. He crossed his arms. “You don’t know anything. Can you go away?”

A tiny, cottony puff floated near his horn, much to his dread. That was his signal to exit out of the conversation and head wherever this stranger wasn’t like he’d been doing for days on end. The hooded one, unfortunately, wasn’t giving up. They got so close to him that a wave of heat hit Germafrost right in the face. He yelped, flinching.

“You think I don’t know what I’m talking about? Would you be convinced if I told you I had solid, photographic proof?” From a pocket in the side of their cloak, they pulled out some printed photos and a thick book, handing them to him.

(Broken & Frozen, Chapter 1: Emotional Blizzard)

(Captured by @askthechronoverse)

#Unikitty: Big Bright World #Unikitty! #AU #alternate universe #Broken and Frozen #oc #Germafrost #my ocs #not my art #fanfic scene

[crows-wormpile]

I did a drawing of a scene from my WIP Fanfic. Wizard!AU Street fighter and mainly A.K.I x OC.

Scary lady :3

#fanfic art #a.k.i. #aki street fighter #street fighter 6 #fanfic scene #wizard!au

[proxylynn]

just thinking of Jack Horner making out with Little Lynn 😵‍💫

He’d be the most meanest bf ever and keep teasing her bc of how messy and sloppy her being but she dont care because all she need is his tongue in her mouth rn!!!!

[I still enjoy how I did this scene in chapter 4. Fuck it! Let's enjoy it together.]

How?

How did it end up like this?

They were sitting in relative silence and drinking one moment. The next, they were cracking jokes and telling stories. Then the stories went from tales of wondrous adventures to personal events. Things that were kept secret slipped out. Vulnerability shown. One thing led to another and, without sound judgment or clear concern for what the consequences could be, they cave to the lack of inhibitions.

Whom so ever made the first move is quickly lost to memory. But what came next at least was chaste...For a moment anyway.

She is over his lap, held to his chest in his arms, both leaning in to get their rose-tinted faces close to one another. His eyes searched her half-lidded ones for signs of hesitation or reluctance. When he was sure there was none, he continues to draw near till his lips press against her forehead, brushing them delicately against her soft skin and sending shivers through her that made her whole body tremble. At that, he vaguely expects a small remark or word of protest. But no such things come from her. So, he keeps going, experimenting with what he can get away with. His mouth traces along the frame of her face, like following the path drawn out on a map. His lips grace the hollow of her temple, then the warmth of her cheek, and peppering along her jawline. Each instance of tenderness is accompanied by the sound of her soft sighs and the quickening of her breathing. It was so much. Too much. Like he was dumping kerosene on a small flame. This was something that set a tiny spark into becoming a roaring inferno.

She reaches up and pulls him to her, rendering him stunned against her lips, but not for long. He kisses her back tenderly, his mouth smothering hers and leaving her breathless. Gone was the time to handle each other like fragile porcelain. Being gentle wasn't enough now, not after being deprived of such affection their whole lives. They were starved for so long and now, the hunger was unleashed and it demanded to be fed. She claws her fists into his shirt, pulling him hard against her, the need for contact is strong. He groans softly, low in his throat almost like a growl, and his arms tighten their grip on her. The tameness they began with had ended and the intensity that followed was embraced fully. The kiss grew in the wake of ignited passion. His tongue is forced inside her mouth, strong and demanding, it wrestles with her own. Every inch of her body feels as though it burns for him. Her hands journey upward, feeling their way over his broad shoulders and encircling his neckline, one clutching him for support while the other combs into his hair.

His hands aren't idle either, no longer content with merely holding her. His massive hands could easily palm her head like she could hold a ball, even one of his hands encompasses her waist with no issue. He was so much bigger than her. The size difference certainly made him enjoy this more. There is something so enjoyable about being able to handle her like she were a small toy to play with as he pleases. So he takes to exploring her figure with meticulous skill, roaming over each supple curve as though trying to commit her form to memory. One of his hands slides up into her hair, his fingers running through her fine locks before gripping hard and pulling her head back, eliciting a wimping gasp from her as they lock eyes. Her heart is racing and her breathing is heavy, her cheeks inflamed with blush, her head was swimming in intoxication as well as the effect of his actions. She was putty in his hands...and he knew it.

His eyes fall to the choker around her neck, the first proper thing he ever gifted her with and she seldom takes it off. Something about that stroked his pride. An idea form in his sauced-up mind and he grins mischievously. Still holding her head back, his other hand slowly makes its way up to her neck, his fingers brushing along the edge of the choker and making her squirm. Seems her prolonged wearing it had made her quite sensitive there. The reaction only fueled his idea. With his thumb, he nudges the choker up more to expose her nape then brings his mouth to it. His hot breath makes her shiver before he even does anything, her level of sensitivity is rather tantalizing. His lips pepper the smooth skin and then begin to nibble, her breathing getting shaky. His hand in her hair changes its grip to hold the side of her head, his thumb pressing over her lips. She eyes him in confusion till her breath hitches sharply, muffled by his thumb as his teeth bite into her neck. His thumb presses down more to signal her to keep quiet as his teeth dig lightly into her skin. She tries in vain to fight her whimpers and she clings to him, her nails digging into him as he sucks on the supple skin. After what feels like an eternity, he detaches from her nape with a sickening wet pop, lazily dragging his tongue across the faintly bleeding and already bruising wound making her shudder. He can't help but grin while admiring his work.

With his thumb still on her lips, he traces the outline of her mouth and then takes hold of her jaw. His eyes are glossy but bright. He motions to her and then toward where the guest room is. Her mind is too washed with booze and latent yearning to register what this implies, she merely nods like the good girl she is. With that, his grin widens and he stands up with her held close. No words are spoken as he effortlessly takes her to the room and locks the door behind them.

#to op #big jack horner #jack horner #little lynn #fanfic scene

[strawbubbysugar]

A scene from the first chapter of my soulmate au fic, So(u)l! ^^ gonna upload it to AO3 once I receive the invite!

Edit: it’s live!!

#fnaf #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #AU #security breach #superstar daycare #fanfic scene #my art #so(u)l #so(u)l art

[manlvrr]

Hazzah !! I have drawn more scenes for my fics !! These sketches are from my series Hurt Me Once, Shame on You. Hurt Me Twice? Shame on Me. . . featuring a sneak peak of a fic that I’m working on that takes place before Sweet Child O’ Mine

#branch #branch trolls #fanfic #cooper trolls #trolls au #trolls art #fanfic art #fanfic scene

[the-unknown-void]

Lil’ piece of my Alice fic as a treat

I’m resisting so hard, to not make a bunch of self-deprecating comments to keep your expectations low because I know that could be a little annoying but.. this isn’t the best writing alright? and it’s a little silly.

I hope you somewhat enjoy at the very least,,

And reminder ALICE SHEPHARD IS AN OC, SHE IS NOT CANON TO ANY HALF-LIFE OR HUNT DOWN THE FREEMAN CONTENT, and disclaimer this hints at my “Adam is a G-Man headcanon” so yah, just letting you know so you’re less confused.

And a little context, they’re in Black Mesa East, that part of Hunt Down the Freeman. And they’ve just cleared the place. (Tumblr wouldn’t let me keep my tabs >:( 

As she walked through the halls, they seemed so quiet now that the gunfire and screams weren't a constant. She could even hear the rustle and clatter of headcrabs in the vents, her own breathing beneath the mask, footsteps- Footsteps?

Alice suddenly felt the sensation like she was being watched, strange because the Overwatch were almost always watching, it was a feeling she was used to. But this.. Felt like something else. She turned around, whipping out her stun stick just in case.

Everything became pitch-black dark so all she could see was the man in the suit and briefcase in hand. She bared her teeth; and although it couldn’t be seen, his gaze felt like he could. And that was frightening to her.

“Ms. Shephard, you should know by now that I have no wish to harm you.” He said, glancing at the sparking baton.

“How.. How can you..” Her voice stammered in shock.

“Whatever. Leave, now!”

When he didn’t move, she charged at him while swinging her baton; but when it hit, nothing happened! The man didn’t even react to the electric shock. It was like he was impenetrable. 

So Alice stepped back, somewhat in disbelief. And the man smirked, annoying her further. 

Since he clearly knew who she was already even with the mask on, she took it off to face the man for real, she wasn’t going to cower.

“You’re the reason Mitchell came back, aren’t you? Why else would you come back now after being gone for so long?” She didn’t waste any time, she wanted to get straight to the point. To which the man just looked at her, raising an eyebrow to the question.

“It was his choice to collaborate with the Combine, that is all I can say in regards to Mitchell. But I see you’re.. Not pleased with these arrangements, hm?” He casually adjusted his tie, the way he spoke was so.. Strange to her.

“Pleased? The Combine’s going to use me as fodder to make sure Mitchell stays in line! Of course I’m not fucking pleased!” She wanted to attack him again, but it would be pointless.

“Just leave me alone. Why are you even talking to me? You never did that before.”

“I’m simply keeping an eye on you, Ms. Shephard.”

Not answering her question, if Alice didn’t know any better she would’ve assumed his intent was to piss her off. 

The man started to walk back into the darkness, keeping his gaze. locked on her until he was gone and the hall came back into view.

“Huh, I guess there is a human face behind those masks!” A voice came from behind her. Startled, she fumbled with her mask to put it back on and face whoever it was.

Mitchell’s second-in-command!

“When did he get here? Shouldn’t he be following Mitchell wherever he went? I didn’t hear anymore footsteps..” She thought.

Despite putting her mask back on, she got the same feeling from him as the man in the suit.. Like he could see through it, and he knew who she was.

“You’re just paranoid. He’s just a guy, we’ve never met before.”

So Alice decided to approach him, “Sir, I’ve been assigned to follow your men, and I was trying to find your captain.”

The guy looked slightly amused for some reason, resting one hand on his hip.

“The captain’s already left so you.. Can refer to me!”

“And what can I refer to you as, sir?”

“Adam, call me Adam.”

“Just Adam?”

He nodded, it seemed a bit weird to just go by your name and not a proper title in a position like that. But she could push that aside, if that’s what he wanted to be referred to as then there was nothing against it.

“You?” He suddenly asked.

Alice didn’t quite know how to respond, “Uh.. Protection unit #4130.. Or just 41.”

Adam looked at her quizzingly to her response but then shrugged and turned around, gesturing for her to follow him.

There was something strange about him, he seemed friendly enough. But she expected him to ask more questions, though something felt like.. he already knew all the answers.

Who was Adam really?

#fanfiction #oc #half-life oc #hdtf #hunt down the freeman #g-man #adam hdtf #alice shephard #fanfic #writing #hdtf oc #half-life #half-life 2 #hl #hl2 #oc fanfic #half-life g-man #fanfic scene #so much anxiety hhh #and the void stared back

[subukunojess]

And Get Him To Swap Our Places

"Take my bell."

"What...? But that's your healing bell."

"I know. I overheard the worshippers. They were ordered to leave the lamb with the healing bell for last. You deserve to live longer than me."

"N-No, you deserve to live longer, not me!"

"Please? I know this is scary and you don't want to die, love, but I know you're going to be okay."

A sneak peek of a one-shot I'm working on for my Bad Things Happen Bingo!

I do not have the game, but "Cult of the Lamb" looks very interesting and I've been watching gameplay in my spare time. Looking at some of my prompts for one of my challenges and listening to "Running Up That Hill" by Kate Bush inspired this idea. The prompt I'm trying to write for is "Empathic Healing" and I got the idea, "hey, what if the Lamb had a little backstory and got influenced by a loved one?" So I thought that prior to the game, he/they had a girlfriend (ideas for names!) who was an empathic healer and the two lived in a small hidden village until the worshippers of the Old Faith came to kill every lamb. These two ran away and perhaps the ewe either has intuition/vision, she wants her partner to live, or both, so basically they "swap places" with her being just slain while the Lamb protagonist is captured and sacrificed. He loses the bell in the scuffle but gains a new one when he gets the Red Crown. So I'll try to make it epic.

Anyway, I drew a scene from the one-shot wip I have. I know he doesn't get the bell until after he accepts the deal, but for the purposes of character and plot, let's say this happens. Again, I have trouble with side profiles, but I'm glad how this has turned out. Hopefully, I can write the fic when I get the chance.

#Cult of the Lamb #Lamb #Fan Art #fanfic scene #Prequel #OC: Healing Belle #((Until I find a name for the ewe I'll name her Healing Belle)) #((cliche I know)) #SNJart #this game is so cute #and perfect for fluff angst and chaos #Sacrificial Lamb

[pyro-thon]

“Did I do ok?”

“Do ok… with what?” “Killing them. I did it for you”

[line from my fanfic] :D

#Tw slight blood #My fanfic #spoilers #fanfic scene #my art #TF2 Medic