I made this. For context Husk is what I call my version of Yuu.
Falena is approached, asking for aid in the war against the humans/Ironclads/enemy of the Fae/Henrick. He refuses because he wants to focus on his own people, keep them safe and stay out of combat. Sunset Savanna is a city that while beautiful has plenty of issues involving poverty and difficult resources.
Leona however, he has no issue. Does he think it’s a good idea to start a war with another country? No, unless you know for fact you can win, it is a major risk. However, providing aid and fighting away from his homeland? That’s another story. He tells Falena he will go regardless of objections. At the very least he can offer some tactical assistance, and Falena agrees, and allows him to take some Sunset Warriors.
Riddles parents refuse to allow Riddle to assist in the war. Riddle is a strict person, and follows rules set for him. However, in this case, he wants to lay down the law and protect people he considers friends. Trey, Cater, Deuce and Ace, they’re like, hey you need help, Husk is gonna be there, yeah we’ll help. We’ll do what we can. Riddle arrives eventually, after having written almost an entire book as to why his parents should provide assistance.
Azul is innit for profit, he will gladly join forces with the fae army, especially when it’s clear even the ocean is at risk of pollution and destruction. In return, he makes a deal that allows him to have reasonable access to Briar Valley’s resources. Following a sort of mafia structure, he has mercenaries and sell swords, ones he trusts completely.
Kalim is unsure. He’ll happily fund the army but fighting is another story. He doesn’t like getting into conflicts. Jamil suggests providing a small number of troops, that he (Jamil) can lead. Kalim decides to step up as well.
Minajael assists alone, not wanting to drag anyone else into the conflict. He’s choosing to fighting alongside commoners, mercenaries and nobles alike.
Vil needs some convincing, but it doesn’t take much. Around that same time that aid is requested, Henrick has also come forward to request aid. He’s offering plenty of beautiful riches, and in the middle of his proposal, Husk who’s been listening to Henrick goes on, can’t hold her tongue.
“He lies your majesty!”
Henrick is pissed, the Dawn Knight is surprised, and Epel and Rook are there, with Epel asking Husk to go on before Vil can.
“The Silver Owls have been destroying and polluting the lands of the fae. They’ve lost their homes, their families, and their lands! Crystal fresh springs are being used to clean dirty laundry, mines stripped bare, and entire forests wiped from existence!”
“The fae have been stealing from us.”
“They’ve been taking back what is theirs!”
“Enough!” Vil shouts. Vil asks that he be left to consider the situation, which leaves the Silver Owls and the small group of Fae soldiers alone for a bit. It is tense and there’s plenty of whispers until Vil finally comes forward and chooses to assist the fae army. There’s a fight and they win.
Idia takes some convincing. Ortho says it would be a chance for their own adventure, which Idia is so so on. Ortho is still a humanoid but he’s sort of like a magic doll. Instead of a tablet, Idia speaks through an orb. He’s not sure there’s much he can do, but he can offer some strategy so good enough for them.
Malleus is already in the fight, the Dawn Knight is the reason his mother is dead, likely why his father is missing, has continued to wage war and destroy his lands.
Lilia found Silver when he was a babe but in this timeline the Dawn Knight is still alive, so in my head, Lilia showed up to the end of an attack/massacre, with Silver’s mother barely alive. He arrived alone because it was meant to be a peace talk sort of thing.
It was essentially Silver’s christening, and it became part of a secret plot to make the fae look like monsters. Lilia tries to save Silver’s mother (I think her name is Leah) but she won’t make it.
Instead she begs Lilia to take her son, make sure he is safe, well and provided for. It’s a long shot, but perhaps her son can one day become a sign of peace or help in ending the war between the two kingdoms. Lilia takes Silver in but he doesn’t get around to telling Silver the truth.
The Dawn Knight sees Silver at one point, and demands to know who he is, especially since he has Leah’s ring around his neck. The Dawn Knight keeps Silver a secret from Henrick. At one point I could see the Knight apologizing and sticking Silver in a room after telling him where to meet and bring his father. Silver meets with the Knight of Dawn with Lilia and the Knight understandably makes accusations about Lilia and how he caused a massacre, kills Leah, and kidnapped silver. Lilia uses his Far Cry Cradle for the knight and uses Silver’s ring to show him what happened. The Knight and Silver see the horrible event, and that it was actually rogue Silver Owls that killed the nobles. The Dawn Knight is disgusted because Henrick is Leah’s brother, and no doubt Henrick ordered it to happen. The Dawn Knight returns to the Silver Owls giving a few final orders, allowing his men to leave if they see fit, and informing them he is resigning. The Dawn Knight approaches Malleus, apologizes, acknowledging his actions are inexcusable and his desire to join his son and Malleus in their fight.
This is Anvisha, named after the Listener in Daughter of Kahn. She’s based on Sher Khan (I probably messed up the spelling) and has her own dorm where she is the house warden.
I tried out dual colour brush settings on procreate. Been getting back into Twisted Wonderland, so maybe there will be fanfics I don’t know. My other series are kind of on hiatus.
I recently got a new job, been there for a month now. I’ve been enjoying it and I’m finally putting my degree to use. I’ve stepped away from cod for a bit, mainly cause I want to occupy my time with something like Twisted Wonderland. I might just release some stuff, and not worry about hashtags until later, idk.
I hope you enjoy the art, cause I’m trying a bunch of colour combos.
As for this piece, I have a bunch of aus cooking but haven’t released any of them. I have Kingdom Hearts reader in Twisted Wonderland and D. Gray Man Twisted wonderland au. My brain makes no sense.
Johnny was sitting outside on the porch. He kept his rifle in easy reach as he waited. If someone was trying to come for him, he wanted them to know that he wasn't going easily. Someone was watching him and had tried to hurt you to get to him. Now he wanted to know why.
Today you weren’t there, you were at your own house. That’s what Johnny wanted. He was occupying his time with some online paperwork, and his own research about his past. Unfortunately news articles can be vague, but he gathered what he could, trying to see if anything from his memories could be resurfaced. Any clippings he had in the conspiracy room, he was checking for more details. The few places he could recall having visited, he was finding on google earth, hoping a virtual tour might be enough to pull something buried under the fog.
John Price watched his former sergeant from a distance once again. He’d received reports about Johnny starting to bring a gun everywhere. It wasn't visible at the warehouse or the jobsite, but instead tucked away in his vehicle, or somewhere in the house. Now there was a gun right next to Johnny, ready for anything. Price should be happy that Johnny could be starting to remember, it meant he would have Soap back. It wasn’t going to be that simple though. Johnny had a life, a new life, and Price had seen it more than once. Dragging Johnny back to the hell that he and his men had made into their everyday lives wouldn't be as simple as saying, 'come home'. Soap had committed to the life that had been made with demolitions, clean up tactics, war, and the occasional moment of peace in between. Except Soap wasn't the man sitting on the porch right now. It was Johnny, a new man who had his life reset in the middle, and was daring someone to come up to him at their own risk.
Johnny continued reading the article he found on General Shepard, seeing if there was anything worth jotting down. Suspicious death in the pentagon, locked office, not long after a meeting with congress over some missile shipments. Then just above the corner of his screen he saw movement. When he looked he recognized the figure. Not as a friend but someone he’d noticed more than once. Johnny set down his stuff and waited for the man to get a little closer. Once he was close enough, Johnny grabbed the rifle and aimed it at the man in brown jacket.
Price stopped in his tracks, and held his hands out from his sides. Johnny’s form and posture hadn’t changed. Still good at what he did. The muscle memory was still there.
“Who the fuck are you?” Johnny demanded. Price never thought he’d have to worry about being on the business end of Johnny’s weapon. Right now his old friend was scared, and this was how he was showing it.
“My name is Captain John Price, SAS.” John answered. Johnny didn’t let up or lower his weapon. The name felt familiar. He’d heard the name Price before. Any normal man with a gun in his face would be nervous, but this man stood almost unbothered. “Been a long time.”
“Drop the fucking act, you better have some fuckin answers.” Johnny threatened. If Johnny thought he was paranoid before, this justified it.
“Put the gun down.” John ordered. He sounded like he was trying to calm down a wild animal. Johnny didn't want the gloves on. He was done.
“Tell me what I want to know.” Johnny ordered back.
“You’re Sergeant Johnny "Soap" MacTavish… you were one of my men, and you were heavily injured during a mission. You saved thousands, if not millions of people. You lost your memories when you shot in the head by a Russian terrorist.” John explained. Johnny stared him down. He was starting to get a headache as some more memories, however minor or brief passed through. He winced.
“Put the gun down sunshine.” Price said approaching slowly and reaching for the gun. The word sunshine brought him back. Back to that tunnel. Price had smiled at him and clasped Johnny's shoulder. Johnny stepped back but let Price lower his gun. “Let’s talk. I’ll tell you what I can.”
“You’ll tell me everything you can.” Johnny told him. Adrenaline was still high.
“Might need a drink then.” Price suggested.
“I can make that happen.” Johnny said. Taking unsteady breaths.
The day turned to night, and it didn’t take long it seemed. John told Johnny everything he could. He started with when he a Johnny met, how he became Soap, and how he joined the 141. He told him more than he should. It didn’t matter, his friend was going nuts, he wanted to fix it. Johnny was relieved to have a friend and relieved to have answers. The drinks continued to pour as Johnny listened to some of the ridiculous things he’d done. Like lying about his age and still getting caught and how he got the nickname Soap.
By the end Johnny felt like he’d known Price his whole life. Probably had. Now the big question.
“You want me back?” Johnny asked but it barely sounded like a question. Price wanted to say yes, but he knew he couldn’t. Laswell wouldn’t let him and he wasn’t about to test Johnny’s demolition skills.
“It's not that simple.” John admitted. "You were shot in the head, and had memory loss. You'd have to take assessments and training, and get a psyche evaluation. I have some doubts about you passing very easily."
“Good. Not going back.” Johnny said quickly. Price paused. Soap had fought hard, worked hard, trained hard. In the past, he wouldn't have turned away from his team or the cause. There was a look of resolve on Johnny. Price was disappointed, but he wouldn't argue or admit disappointment. There are plenty of soldiers who are unable to return to civillian life. Sitting there, in that moment, Captain Price saw a different man than the one he'd been strict on so many years ago.
“You have a life here.” Price agreed, shoving his feelings aside. It was Johnny's life. Not his. “Not gonna take that from you.”
“Damn fucking right.” Johnny mumbled. Price got a text message and checked his phone. Of course it was Laswell.
“I have to go…I’ll keep in touch.” Price said. Laswell probably saw his location.
“Could ya quit sendin a buncha goons round here?” Johnny asked, holding his drink to his temple. Another headache was coming on, and the alcohol was only doing so much to help.
“I’ll see what I can do.” John offered standing up. Johnny stood as well walking with him to his car. Price held out his hand to shake and Johnny took it.
"Good hunting sir." Johnny said. Price gave a nod, feeling a gentle squeeze in his chest. A feeling that gave Price a bit of hope.
You came by to see Johnny after a couple of days. When you saw him, something was different. He was staring off, with nothing in front of him to focus on. Any other time you walked in, he would say something. He was leaning on his small bar counter, looking out the back door.
“Johnny? You okay?” You asked, moving over to him.
“M’fine. Fine.” Johnny said absently, like he was trying to focus on something he was working on. Except there was nothing in front of him.
“We got robbed last night.” You said quickly.
“Hm… wait what?!” Johnny turned to look at you, alert and ready. When he saw your lack of distress, he rolled his eyes and sighed. You were nearly kidnapped and you were making jokes about being robbed. Johnny rubbed his hands over his face.
“Yeah right. ” You said, placing yourself next to him. He looked distant.
“I’ll be alright.” He assured you. Except you hardly believed him.
“Mom’s hosting a barbecue.” You offered, trying to change the subject, and maybe give Johnny a distraction. You didn't know it, but his head was matching memories of combat with the stories he recalled from his chat with Captain Price. “A couple of the other neighbours are bringing some of the food, and games. Not sure who will all be there, depends on who shows up.”
Johnny looked at you and the old memories of combat seemed to pause. The memories he’d made with you and your mom filled the gaps between memories of brotherhood he’d had with the 141. Two lives he'd lived. One as Soap, and this one as Johnny. Soap was a soldier, while Johnny was just... well Johnny. A normal person, doing odd jobs, bringing you along, having the occasional sit down with your mom for some coffee, looking out for the two of you.
“Do you want me back?” He’d asked Price. Told the Captain he’d made a life for himself, and that he wouldn’t want to go back. As he watched you pull out one of the stools to sit on, he saw your eyes again. That brief moment of fear from when you were attacked, flashed in his mind. If he went back, you would be alone. The cars that had been showing up in the parking lot at work, driving by, lurking around, you'd noticed first. They hadn't shown up since you were attacked but they could be more careful now, or simply waiting until Johnny decided to return to the front lines. All they would have to do is get a hold of you again, and send proof of life to Johnny. Staying meant he could protect you and your mom.
"Do you want to come?" You asked Johnny. Johnny pulled himself out of his own thoughts.
"Yeah. Long weekend, right?" He asked. You nodded. "Need me to bring anything?"
"I think mom would be happy with just you." You replied.
"Could bring drinks." He offered. You smiled looking at him. Your mom asked more about Johnny than she did about any of the other people in your life. Sometimes she sent you over to his house with baked goods. Something else she didn't often do. You never commented on it, at least with her. You liked seeing her so interested in Johnny. Maybe it was wishful thinking but you thought the two of them were cute. You gave Johnny a shrug with a sound that said, 'I know something you don't know'. He let out a breath at your teasing gesture. "What should I bring then?"
"Flowers, chocolates, promises you don't intend to keep." You said, doing your best impression of Cogsworth from Beauty and the Beast. Johnny furrowed his brows, while you smiled. "Seriously?"
"What?" He questioned.
"You never noticed?" You questioned back. Your brows furrowed with Johnny's. "You're like the only person she asks me about. Before she met you, she always felt...distant. You know?"
Johnny glanced at you. You shrugged and pressed your lips together. "I guess I was distant too. Moving here was...it wasn't fun. You've met my uncle."
Unfortunately, he had. Your uncle was uncaring and unbothered. Thinking about it, you'd told your mom about the strange vehicles before you were attacked. She insisted you were driven home, but there had been some unscheduled rides from Johnny. An uncle being so indifferent that even when his niece suspects she is being followed, he doesn't step up? Johnny wondered what could have happened to you if you'd actually had to stay at work overnight or try to find your way home on your own. Your mom would have been overworking herself just to keep you safe. If Johnny left, everything would go back to how it had been before he showed up. Johnny muttered, "Yeah. Bobag."
"I think you also made mom's life a little easier. Having someone else she knows is looking out for me." You added. A teenager, an indifferent uncle who barely contributes, and all while trying to find a stable job. The extra effort she put in for Johnny was flattering to him. Generous even. He'd insisted he didn't mind looking after you, since you pulled your weight. Now he saw her insistence was more out of affection rather than simply paying off debts. Was she pretty? Yes. But with all the shit in the basement, the recent visit from Price, and you nearly being kidnapped, Johnny didn't feel ready to start anything. At least not until he was sure that everything was straightened out and built up the way he wanted it to be. It could take a while.
"How are you feeling?" Johnny asked, changing the subject. You shrugged.
"A little tired, but I think everyone is these days." You replied.
"You think you have enough energy for some training?" He asked. Your brows furrowed. Training? The lumber shipment for the jobsite had been delayed. You came over to invite Johnny to the barbeque.
"What kind?" You asked, confused. Johnny straightened himself and headed for the basement. You raised a brow, a little nervous about what the plan was.
"First rules of handling tools for the first time?" Johnny asked.
"Business end faces you or the floor, power turned off or safety engaged, and... unloaded." You said.
"Correct." Johnny said, and offered you the hand gun. You took it by the handle, and then noticed the mag was still in the gun. Before Johnny let go of the barrel, you pulled your hand back.
"The magazine is still inside." You pointed out. It was probably empty, but you wanted to be sure. Johhny didn't tell you if it was loaded, and instead simply removed the mag. You took the gun with both hands and made sure it was pointed at the ground like you were threatening the grass. Safety was on, good. Was this the training you were expecting? No. Johnny told you it would be a good idea. You may not be able to carry at work or have a gun at your own house, but knowing some self defence techniques and using firearms, couldn't hurt. Johnny taught you what to do if you were ever grabbed again. He was careful not to push too far, knowing that reliving similar trauma so soon could make it worse.
Your shooting range was the woods. Johnny had set up make shift targets on stumps for you to aim at. Holding the gun was a little intimidating. It's something that has one option, a decision that you can hold in your palm. But that was when it was loaded. As a responsible mentor, Johnny knew better than to start you with loaded weapons.
Johnny stood behind you, moving your body to face the targets. "You pull back on this to load it, yep. Now raise your arms up, carefully, good. Spread your legs a little. Put this leg forward, and this one back. More balance. Deep breaths, this is just practice. Now you're gonna aim down the barrel, you see this piece here? You don't have a laser sight, so that's what you use to aim. Don't move your eyes from it, move the gun. Okay, on my mark... fire."
You pulled the trigger and heard a click of an empty gun. Johnny had you learning to do it multiple times without any bullets. He taught you how to switch the mag in and out while it was still empty. Then he went up a level and gave you bullets. Reloading came frist this time, and safety was on the whole time. Guns can discharge, so inspecting it means unloading it, and keeping it faced away from you.
Once the targets were set up and Johnny was out of the way, you took aim. He made sure to give you safety glasses and hearing protection before offering the gun again. The gun was heavier when it was loaded. That was on purpose, you thought. You shifted your feet a little. Deep breaths. You were just shooting logs on stumps. You glanced back at Johnny. He gave you a single nod. It was just a target. Not a person. You fired. The bullet glanced off the edge of one of the logs. Johnny had you empty the magazine, and checked your progress. Less than half of your shots hit the target. If he were your commanding officer, Johnny would have called it sloppy.
"Exhale when ya pull the trigger. Look at the black piece, not at the target. The two have to line up." Johnny explained, getting a different log. The log was split in half, with the pale wood facing you and the gun. "Try again."
Saying you were out there for a long time was accurate. You don't know how long you were out there for exactly but you didn't complain. When you finally packed up for the evening, your arms were sore, and the ambient noise of the outdoors sounded crisp from wearing the earmuffs for so long. You yawned in the car while Johnny seemed to be trying to steady his breathing. He'd fired a few shots to give you some tips and demonstrations. You wondered how long it had been since he'd actually fired a gun.
"Good piece of advice, I doubt ya'll need." Johnny said, part way through the drive. You yawned again and nodded for him to go on. "Switching to your knife is faster than reloading."
"Don't have a knife." You pointed out. Johnny wondered if he should change that.
"If you have to reload the gun, don't. Find cover, once you're safe, reload." Johnny explained. "An empty gun is still a weapon."
"Is it... normal to own a gun?" You asked. Johnny glanced at you before returning his eyes to the road.
"For an adult, yes. For a child, absolutely not. For you? I think your mom would hit me over the head with it." Johnny said. You smirked at his comment about your mom. "Some people have 'em for protection, or hobbies. Some people have 'em for work."
"So... guns are sort of like cars?" You asked. Johnny gave you another quick glance.
"Go on?" He asked.
"You need a licence. You have to maintain them. They are dangerous, especially when mishandled. Some people have them for work, others it's a hobby." You listed. Johnny nodded for each point. Good that you were catching on. He had one question for you, though.
I found a post of a bunch of tourism pokemon posters, and I decided to make my own but more artistic and playing with brushes. I really like how it came out.
Yes I did have an idea about what the cod characters would do on pokemon day.
I like to imagine the 141 are lowkey pokemon fans so they decide, fuck it we're grown men, it's pokemon day, and we have time off. Ghost scrolling through price charts for pokemon cards, helping Goat log her own, as they're opening packs. Price is building decks with Alejandro and Rudy, though Rudy is also opening card packs for fun. Meanwhile Gaz and Soap each broke out their consoles to do a soul link nuzlocke (basically you catch the first pokemon per each route/area, if they faint they're dead you can use them, and in a Soul Link the pokemon you catch are linked, so if I catch A and you catch B on the same route, if A faints, you can't use B anymore). Graves shows up, and because Goat invited Morgan who is wearing her pokemon hoodie. Graves challenges Soap to a battle and completely ignoring that they're in a nuzlocke already and technically any pokemon Graves defeats are no longer usable, Soap is like "BET"!
There's another knock at the door and Soap notices the green light go off on his 3DS which is weird because he'd already checked his streetpass that day (For context if two or more 3DSs come within a radius, the two connect, and your avatar pops up on each other's consoles. You know that someone is nearby because a green light comes on when another 3DS approaches). Price opens the door and sees Laswell, who has her arms crossed and a smirk that says, "Really?" knowing what they were up to. She's a fan too, low key. She holds up a binder and goes, "Section Chief Laswell would like to battle". A young voice makes the pokemon battle intro noise, and Soap gets up immediately going to the door. He knows that voice. He sees the reader from New Neighbours, and her mom. They made pokemon themed treats (of which I can also make because I have a pokemon cook book).
I had some extra time before I usually head in to work, so I decided to do some for fun. I’m also very pleased with how the jacket came out because I’m still learning how to do ruffles and folds.
Also last time I posted my art which was a couple days ago, someone in the comments reached out to me asking for a commission. I proceeded to ask if the reason they were taking so long to reply was because they were trying to find multiple photos of a random person that looked relatively the same so they could scam me, they stopped replying all together and there was the “user can no longer receive messages” thing at the bottom. Lol.
periodic reminder to freshen up on scams you might find one whatever platform you’re on
These are insta ones mostly cause that’s what I know and cause I just got messaged by multiple accounts impersonating someone to scam people out of money
my account there is fine, don’t worry
just remember, this is the only account here that I own and I would never come into your DMs asking for money
“Sometimes you just have to say yes to things way outside your comfort zone, especially when your daughter thinks it’s funny,” Hawk wrote on Instagram.
